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queenie-official · 1 year ago

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Chapter Seven: ‘Something New’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

a/n: i’m back 🤭 this is a lot of fluff y’all so i hope you eat it up 💪💪 it’s bit long because i sort of combined chapter 7 and chapter 8 since it made more sense for it to be in this one compared to what i have planned out. anyways that’s all i’ve got say love you all 💋💋

seven days, that’s how long you had with Anakin before the responsibilities of the world would catch up with you two. seven days then your honeymoon would be over. thankfully even though the first day was a little bit of a rough start it was what you needed to begin truly getting to know each other. and that’s exactly what you’d been doing, over the last four days you’d learned a lot about him- like his favorite color was light blue. and he wasn’t the youngest but in fact had a little sister making him the middle child, which honestly explained a lot.

you were currently taking a stroll with him in the royal garden, conversing and listening to him explain his family dynamic a bit more thoroughly. Anakin had told you how he’d purposely mess with his older brother to keep him on his toes since in his words ‘he’d be to stuck up and a complete stick in the mud’ if he wasn’t there. which prompted you to then ask what would he be now since he was here.

“that’s what my little sister is for, she looks up to me. practically a mini me but smarter” you snort a laugh at that and he smiles brighter. he truly had a pretty smile. “you sound like you adore her” you say with a soft smile and he chuckles “i do but never tell her i said that.” you quirk a brow “why not?” you ask curiously. “because she’d never let me live it down” he states a bit dramatically but completely serious and you can’t help the smile that never leaves your face only growing with each interaction.

“so Obi-Wan can never escape you then” you voice the thought out loud and Anakin laughs, everything about him you’ve been finding incredibly charming. “oh yea he’s never going to have it easy- Ahsoka is like my apprentice of mischief. star pupil” he said with a mischievous smile leaning in towards you as he speaks making you blush slightly. “only pupil” you point out and he rolls his eyes “for now.” your brows knit together in confusion “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“time will tell” he says with a shrug, you scoff and think about pressing more but decide to drop it. you’re both quiet for a moment, silently enjoying one another’s company as you continue the walk in the garden. the warm sun and floral smell from all the flowers creating the perfect bubble. it was your idea, coming on this walk- in fact you insisted he’d join you so you could show him your favorite spot. he seemed reluctant at first but you quickly realized that was just him messing with you and not how he truly felt. you felt your mind wonder back to his sister “it sounds like she cares about you as much as you do her, so how come she wasn’t at the wedding?”

“my mother was afraid she’d cause a scene- which to be fair i wouldn’t put it past her, she can be a bit….snippy and she’s not afraid to speak her mind it was just not the right time or place for that.” you let his answer hang in the air for a bit, in all honesty she sounded like a good person. a free spirit for sure but still a good person “she sounds like she’d make a good leader” you offer as a response. “i suppose” he says with a wrinkled nose, clearly not agreeing with the thought. “i personally can’t see her as much more than a bratty teen.”

“i’m sure that’s how Obi-Wan feels about you” you counter and he can’t help but laugh “well then i guess i got a taste of my own medicine” you giggle at the thought and begin to lead Anakin across the bridge. you where close to the spot you wanted to show him now, just a bit more of a walk but Anakin had stopped. when you turned to see why his footsteps ceased you where met with him looking over the bridge out across the water admiring the view of the fish swimming up the stream and the way the sun reflected across it. you take a moment to admire him first before walking back over and standing beside him to look over the stream yourself.

“i wish i could meet her, i feel like id love her” it came out soft, almost like you hadn’t fully meant to say it out loud. you could feel his eyes on you now, and then a sudden warmth on your back. his hand was pressed against the small of it, you had to fight back the way your cheeks burned at the action. “if she warmed up to you i think she’d like you as well” he says and you finally force yourself to meet his gaze. “as of right now i’m guessing she’s not to keen on me” you ask with a tilt to your head and he bites back a smile. “very much so” not surprising you did technically take away her brother.

“she’s the main reason i agreed” you blink a few times trying to process what he meant. “huh?” he pulled his hand from you and you had to fight a frown at the loss of contact as you watched him lean an elbow on the bridge railing “well i wasn’t really given a choice- but the reason i was so compliant in the matter, and i know this is selfish. was for her not my kingdom.” you mimic his actions leaning onto the bridge railing yourself as you listened to him speak carefully.

“the kingdom of Tatooine is falling, already on its last leg. i knew if i went along and everything went well then we would get the support we need from Alderaan, which would mean my sister would not have to bare witness to what would happen if we hadn’t gotten the proposal and that was the only reason i was remotely okay with everything.” you felt your heart tug at the confession, that familiar feeling of guilt resurfacing. “you’re a good brother Anakin” he smiled at the sentiment. a small silence filled the air before he spoke again.

“could you tell Obi-Wan that, he seems insistent on the fact i’m nothing but a bad influence” clearly the conversation had gotten a bit to emotional for his liking judging by how quick he was to play it off. you smile at that and pull off from the railing “well i never said you weren’t a bad influence.” you retort as you begin to walk off the bridge and continue the original intention of this walk. “ouch, you wound me” he places his hand over his heart in mock offense “honestly me a bad influence? doesn’t even begin to sound true.” he was smiling as he said it unable to take himself seriously with that statement and you can’t help but laugh “you are full of yourself.” he shrugs “i think i have every right to be” he says smugly and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“so what does Tatooine need most?” you ask, promptly changing the question as you both round a corner, now in a much smaller section of the garden. the flowers where much more overgrown here the only clear pathway was leading to the center of some pillars. you turn to him with a smile, this was what you wanted to show him. it was your favorite place to hide when you where younger and upset. you’d stumbled across it on accident but it quickly became your favorite place.

he raised a brow but smiled regardless, taking the time to look around before following you up the path. the center of the pillars was clear just a bunch of grass. you plopped down on the ground opting to lay rather then sit after all your dress wasn’t exactly the sitting kind. he stood over you for a moment looking down and contemplating something, you weren’t sure what but you decided to just brush it off once he followed suit and laid down beside you. “what do you mean” he finally asks in response to your question. “i know our coronation isn’t for another few days but we could begin preparations now, and then once we are officially crowned we can take immediate action. so what in your opinion does Tatooine need most?” you explain, turning your head to the side to face him. tracing over his jaw with your eyes and trying to memorize each detail of his face from this angle as he thinks. it was strange how quickly you found yourself falling for him, but he made it easy and you honestly weren’t mad about it.

“the route of our problems is lack of funds. we have a high crime rate, not for lack of laws but lack of ways to in-force them.” he begins and you move your gaze back upwards, staring out at the passing clouds. “go on” this time he turned to look at you “the only jail we have is the palace dungeons, outside of that there’s nothing. and there chalk full already. we’ve thought of building more but all of the money rightfully goes towards feeding the people” he continues and you nod, turning back so you both where facing each other now. “so funds and military support would be most welcome?” you ask carefully wanting to make sure you got what he was implying.

“yes, of course food and supplies would also be a good help but with money they’d be able to buy their own” you hum a brief response before giving him an affirming nod “understood, then we have our priorities” he raises a brow, a small half smile appearing on his face “just like that?” you smile back “well we are to be king and queen, our word is law.” not entirely true, you both did have your own set of rules and regulations to follow. but overall you two where at the top, the people look to you not parliament. “i guess being a king isn’t as bad as i thought” he joked.

a comfortable silence fell once more, only this time you where staring at each other when it happened. you hadn’t realized just how close he’d laid next to you until now, his entire body pressed against your side. faces only inches apart, if you moved any closer you’d kiss. the thought made your stomach erupt with butterflies, it wouldn’t be your first kiss since technically that happened on your wedding day. however it was different then than now. now it was you wanting to kiss him and not a requirement, you felt uneasy. not use to this type of thing, you force yourself to break the eye contact looking back up to the sky before starting a conversation for a distraction.

“tell me more about Tatooine- the good parts what’s it like there?” you ask him and he laughs.“Tatooine has very few good things in my opinion- for starters we’re a desert kingdom, which means there’s sand for days.” he says annoyed and you turn your attention back to him with a raised brow “not a fan of sand?” you ask and bite back a laugh. “i hate it. it’s course and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.” you couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore especially with how serious he meant it, brows furrowed like he was cursing the sand in his mind. “well remind me to never take you to a beach” you say in between giggles, it was his turn to roll his eyes at you as you kept laughing. “there is one thing that i love about Tatooine- aside from my family” his sentence pulls you back and you force yourself to calm down. “what’s that?” he relaxes more once you ask and smiles as he speaks “the races.”

“races?” he nods and begins to explain “we have horse races, i was a rider- against my mother and fathers wishes but they never exactly stopped me either. it’s not like i took place in the gambling side of things, i just like the adrenaline of it.” you watched as he spoke with the enthusiasm of a small child. it was cute and his eyes sparkled “have you ever won?” you wonder out loud. “oh yea just about every time i’ve raced, ill miss it” he says rather solemnly and that made your heart ache.

“what if we introduced the races to Alderaan? it seems like a harmless enough tradition” you spoke before really thinking and he snapped straight up like you’d just told him the best news in the world before he quickly shut himself down not sure if you where being serious. “honestly?” he presses needing confirmation before he allowed himself to be to excited. “why not, it could be fun a way to unite our kingdoms- people from Tatooine can come here to compete and vice versa.”

he’d kissed you then. it was gentle but passionate, a smile on his face the whole time. it made your head spin, face burn but you liked that and when he pulled away you did your best to act unaffected not quite ready to express yourself.

The next two days with Anakin where just as sweet, you both where getting along great. opening up about any thought that came to mind. it was wonderful and then something changed.

you weren’t sure what caused it but he was acting different today. more shut off and distant, it hurt. this was the last day of your honeymoon and somehow you’d messed it up without even realizing. all day he’d been brushing you off and keeping as much physical distance as possible, your head was spinning trying to find where you’d gone wrong. each conversation you’ve had with him running on repeat looking for even the smallest inkling that you’d crossed a boundary of sorts but you kept coming up empty. you tried asking him what was wrong as well wanting to just rip off the bandaid but he simply said nothing was wrong.

talk about emotional whiplash, if nothing was wrong why was he acting this way. why would he not even let you get near him. you’d let him be alone for about an hour before you couldn’t take the pit of anxiety anymore and decided to face him once more. This time you weren’t going to stop asking him until you got an answer, so you made quick work to hunt him down. which was surprisingly easy compared to the last time he’d disappeared. you found him struggling to walk up the stairs, you where quick to rush up to him not even giving him a chance to process it was you who now stood beside him. “Anakin what happened?” you ask concerned reaching out to help him but he moves away from your touch. “i’m fine” he says curtly and you’re taken aback briefly but recover “are you confident in that fact because-“

“i said i’m fine!” he shouts and you go silent letting your arms fall to your side as you begin to pull back, feeling yourself mentally shutting down. you see a look of regret on his face when he finally looks at you, as well as a sheen of sweat on his forehead. actually now that you got a better look at him he was pale, sickly so. he took a deep bated breath before proceeding up the stairs.

“i mean it i’m fine.” you scoff at him before following behind, he was heading in the direction of his room and you where going to make sure he got there safely. “could you just leave me be” you roll your eyes and cross your arms “i’m not going anywhere Anakin so would you just let me help yo-” you watch as he began to fall backwards, in a panic you do your best to catch him only to realize just how heavy he was the second his weight hit your arms and you fall down with him.

he was out cold, you on the other hand where now stuck underneath him. at least you’d broken his fall.

you wring out a wet cloth before placing it on his head that rested in your lap. you had gotten the attention of your guards and made them carry him to his room as you got a hold of the royal physician. that was two hours ago, now he was resting much more peacefully after he’d been woken up to take some medicine to help fight a fever. The Flu was what the physician said it was, and he’d insisted you not be in the room with Anakin in fear you might get it as well. as if that would stop you, he was sick and you wanted- needed to make sure he was okay. if you got sick in the process then oh well.

you watch over him carefully, running your fingers through his damp sweaty curls. what irked you about all of this was that he said nothing, suffered in silence instead of asking for your help. you thought you guys where finally getting somewhere. finally trusting one another- liking one another, learning to love one another and then he does this. ignores you, pushes you away when he needs you most. you see his eyes twitch and your mind goes blank, waiting patiently to see if he’d finally fully wake up. at least enough to have a conscious conversation.

soon enough his eyes do flutter open, looking around himself briefly to process his surrondings before looking at you. “you said you where fine” was the first thing out of your mouth a frown gracing your features and he had the audacity to smirk. “i was” he huffed, and you had to fight the urge to flick his head. “i’d believe you if you hadn’t passed out right after you said it” he remained silent after that statement and so did you. upset with his actions and not wanting to make a scene while he was sick you figured it best to just quit speaking entirely.

“why are you doing this” you raise a brow and he sighs knowing what you where going to ask “caring for me i mean” you feel your nose scrunch up, what a stupid question in your opinion. “I am your wife, it is my job” he closed his eyes at that “i didn’t think that applied to us” he said simply. “what?” your brows knit together “the duties of a married couple” he adds. it triggered you a bit, why would he think you wouldn’t want to help him. “you’re sick, was i just supposed to stand to the side and watch you suffer?” he opens his eyes and shrugs. “the vows i said may have been empty when i made them but i still made them nonetheless and i for one keep my promises.”

“so you’re only doing this out of obligation?” he asks and you frown “no-” he shifts slightly so that his head is more propped up on your thigh, closing his eyes and letting out a soft groan like it physically pained him to move. “then why? because you like me?” he smiles as he asks- unbelievable he could not possibly have the energy to be teasing you right now. “i’m doing this as your wife and nothing more” you say but it’s clear you aren’t being entirely truthful with that statement and you can tell by the look he gives you he’s not buying it.

“i think you just don’t want to confess you like me” he chuckles but quickly regrets it, closing his eyes again in pain. “if i did i would tell you” you say and begin to run your fingers through his hair again and watch as he relaxes. “well make sure you shout it” he mumbles. “i’m sorry?” he opens his eyes again, scanning over your face before answering “when you tell me you like me, shout it so i can hear you and know you mean it.”

“you’re delusional” you huff but can’t hide your smile and he’s quick to mirror you. “that’s probably the fever” he says with a shrug before allowing himself to doze back off to sleep in your lap.

part 8

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yeonmuse · 5 months ago

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LIP GLOSS & SECRETS OF SUMMER | Eric Sohn

Prologue | Chapter 2 | Full Chapter Log

🐚 PAIRING: Surfer Eric x oc

🐚 SUMMARY | Upon arriving at her new university Park Nzeka finds herself falling into a world of chaos as drama unfolds with her new found friends. By the time summer break arrives newfound feelings and crushes spark amists the summer fun. Slowly our oc finds herself trapped between the likes of two guys and it all started with her occasional swimming lessons from the one and only Eric Sohn.

🐚 WORD COUNT | 1.1k

🐚 important details ; Nzeka Park (neh- zeh- ka) is our main character. known as Nezza by those she calls friends while her close family calls her NeNe . Her father passed away when she was fifteen leaving her with her stepmother who she believes absolutely hates her guts. The girl has two younger siblings, both boys with the youngest being four his name is Aiki short for aikime while the oldest being eight his name was Juni, she also has an older sister named Kiome that moved away to America when she turned eighteen. Park Naokei is twenty and has a huge scar on the back of her thigh from an accident her family had long ago when she was only 5. Though she doesn't know how to swim, She's in love with the ocean and has been fascinated by it since she was a child.

authors notes: this is a multipart series with more that 20+ parts, there are few mature topics like death mentions and slight angst topics. Other than that this series is full of somer vibes and playful moments between our characters. For those reading thank you so much for coming along this ride even if at some point you stop reading.

As Nezza stood in front of the unfamiliar building she released a heavy sigh, a deep breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding in. She dreaded being here, halfway through her semester and she was forced to attend what was known as an elitist school from the things she'd heard.

"Your father isn't here any longer, what he wanted for you no longer matters, you'll attend arteste university then do whatever you want from there, but i won't have any member of my family going to some low budget school, even if you aren't my real daughter the press will have a field day."

Her stepmother was hellbent on controlling her life until she could no longer do so, and since she didn't have the funds to pay for school herself, whatever her step mother said went. Fortunately for her she at least had her own home to her name, which meant when it came to life outside of school any control her stepmother held over her ceased to exist. Thankfully her father entrusted with her the old family home to her which she moved into the moment she hit the age of eighteen. A decently sized five bedroom beach house located in Incheon Korea. She hated that she had to be away from her younger brothers, but she took the opportunity to see them whenever she could.

Snapping her from her thoughts a rich voice pulled her out of her momentary dissociation.

"Park Nzeka?'' As she turned to face the owner of the unfamiliar voice she found herself staring for far longer than she had intended. Her eyes falling upon a tall and slender man with fair skin, she could spot his muscles peeking out from his shirt, a direct contrast to his handsome statues face that made him appear as if he was sculpted by the gods.

"That's me yes, sorry are you Kang yeosang? I was told you were supposed to be my tour guide?'' she spoke as she pulled her luggage to her side.

"I'm honestly not sure why they chose me to show you around out of all people , but yes that's me." he responds, a hint of confusion and conflict laced within his tone.

"Ah-" not knowing how to respond to his words she simply gave a nod in response as her lips pressed into a thin line, she wasn't really sure how to take what he had just said. As if sensing her sudden change in demeaner panic immediately began to set into Yeosang on the other hand.

"Ah no- I didn't mean it like that. I'm actually terrible with directions. I've attended the university for two years now and I still manage to get lost every time I step out of my dorm.'' He explains, realizing his previous words may have come off as rude. Nezza couldn't help but laugh at his sudden blabber, if she had to be honest she and him were exactly alike when it came to directions.

"Well how about we get lost together then.'' She reponds to which Yeosang smiles and makes his way over to her to help her with her luggage.

"I like you already.'' he retorted, and the two of them went on their way.

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(Jellyfish will indicate a time skip or scene change)

She was now fully settled into her dorm, though she hated that she was being forced to attend a university she knew nothing about. She had to give props to her stepmother for getting her one of the best dorms at the uni. Though each dorm was a private loft unit, hers happened to be located in the second floor at the west wing of the dorm halls, which meant she had a perfect view of the woods and lake behind campus. She hated not staying in her own home , but she did make an agreement and besides it would prove to be far more convenient for her to live on campus rather than driving two hours to incheon and back. Sighing as she plops down onto the couch she thought for a moment about what Yeosang said before he left her alone to get settled in.

"A swim meet hm?''

Usually she would never attend school events, but for once in her life she decided that maybe attending one wouldn't be that bad, only two years remained until she would finally be done with college and she somehow managed to have no friends due to her first two college years in which she would simply hide away at home. Perhaps this was finally her chance to meet new people, besides it seemed she had already found a friend in Yeosang. She wore a fuzzy long sleeve cropped sweater along with a matching skirt which she adorned with charms. Her hair in a simple half updo style, she wore no makeup and simple jewelry since it wasn't like she had been going anywhere that required anything more. Pulling her bag over her shoulder she makes her way out of her dormitory and down the stairs, it wasn't until she realized that she had been walking around aimlessly that she realized she had no idea where she was going, she had already forgotten where Yeosang had told her to go.

"You look like you have no idea where you're going." The unfamiliar girl laughs as she spots the slightly confused look upon Nezza’s face.

"Is it that obvious?" Nezza retorts as the other simply laughs.

"Im Soo-ah, you must be new?" She held out her hand which Nezza took hesitantly.

"I'm Nezza, I was supposed to be meeting with a new friend at the pool to watch the swim match , but I honestly have no idea how to get there." She sighs as she slips her phone back into her bag. For a while it was silent between the two of them until Sooah decided to break the ice.

"So today's your first day?" She asks while looking over at Nezza who she could tell was feeling somewhat uneasy.

"I actually got here an hour ago, I'm still kind of adjusting since I'm not used to living on a campus." She responds absentmindedly.

“Well, even though I wasn’t the first to run into you i’m glad to be your beautiful escort.” Sooah says playfully while flipping her hair, earning a laugh from Nezza. Maybe being sent here women be as bad as she thought if it meant meeting people like her and Yeosang.

Chapter 2

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animation-cartoon-fan-writings · 11 months ago

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A Secret Darkness 3

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As soon as Azula was sure Emi was fast asleep in her room, the fire princess went to the only person that she knew could help her with this particular dilemma.

Heading over to the Fire Lord and Lady’s Suite, she is met with the two usual men guarding the french doors to the room. She approaches them with a serious expression, making it clear to them without saying a word that she needed to be allowed inside pronto. “Princess Azula, I’m sorry, but Lady Katara is not allowing any unexpected visitors at the moment,” the older guard tries to explain. Undeterred, the Fire Princess tells them, “this is a family emergency that requires the immediate attention of my sister-in-law”. The guards looked at each other with wide, surprised eyes before quickly turning their heads back to Azula. “Alright. Just let us inform her of your presence,” the younger guard says before opening the door slightly to allow his head to poke inside.

“Fire Lady Katara, Princess Azula is here to see you. She says it’s a family emergency that requires your immediate attention. Should we send her away for now?,” the guard informs. Azula rolls her eyes at the incompetentence of this rookie guard. Thankfully, in response, Katara’s voice is heard from the inside, “No, please send her in”. “As you wish,” the younger guard replies before turning his attention back to Azula, who had a noticeable annoyed frown on her face.

Without another word, the two guards part like the red sea and the older guard opens one of the doors for her, allowing Azula access to the room. She then walks inside before hearing the doors close behind her.

Inside the Fire Lord and Lady’s suite, Azula can see the mess and state of disarray it had become over the past few months. However, the fire princess didn’t flinch. To her, it was normal for the suite to be like this for the first couple of years after a child was born.

When Katara was pregnant with Emi, Zuko had their suite expanded to have the nursery there instead of in another wing of the palace where it would’ve been located before. For weeks, Zuko worked tirelessly with palace contractors and interior decorators to make the new nursery perfect for his and Katara’s first child. Sokka was even brought in from the Southern Water Tribe earlier than expected to help out with the final preparations needed for the nursery. This was a perfect arrangement, given Katara was breastfeeding her children and Zuko was such a hands-on protective father that often struggled to let his little ones out of his sight for even a second.

Since then, it has become tradition that both the Fire Lord and Lady take a leave of absence from their duties during the final two months of pregnancy, plus the first three-to-four months after labor. It also became customary that the baby would sleep in the nursery in the Lord and Lady’s suite until they were around two or three years old, at which they would be moved to their own room in the family wing of the palace.

Currently, only Emi and Kya, respectively, had their own bedrooms. Their youngest, Kallik, was still in the nursery at this time.

So, it wasn’t a surprise for Azula to see Fire Lady Katara sitting on the floor with her son, who was lying down on a blanket wiggling about. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold.

As soon as the fire princess entered the room, Katara looked up with a bright smile at her sister-in-law. “Hi, Azula. Why don’t you come sit?,” the waterbender offers, which Azula takes, walking over to sit on the floor next to Katara.

As she sits down, Kallik starts whining a little. Miraculously, Katara is able to immediately calm him down by just caressing his head and reassuring him that he’s doing “such a good job” and he will get to have his milk soon enough. Azula looks at her sister-in-law sooth her infant son with a mix of awe and confusion as to what was going on. Without her needing to ask, Katara explains, “Sue Long recommended we have Kallik on his stomach for about an hour a day. It’s supposed to help their muscles and develop their motor skills properly”. Azula nods in understanding as Katara holds up a little rattle and shakes it, encouraging her son to reach up and grab it.

Kallik looks up and sees his toy and starts aggressively reaching his chubby hands out to take it. It wasn’t that far away from his reach, but the infant still struggled with pressing his body up. After the fourth attempt, he plopped back down hard onto his belly and began crying.

“Alright, Kallik. That’s enough tummy time for now,” Katara finally relents as she puts the rattle down and picks her crying son up, placing him in her lap to start soothing him.

Katara then turns her head to Azula as she simultaneously starts feeding Kallik his bottle, quieting him down. “So, what’s the ‘family emergency’?,” the fire lady asks. Azula frowns, remembering why she sought out her sister-in-law. “It’s Emi…,” the fire princess starts to explain, to which Katara’s smile drops. “What happened to her? Is she hurt?,” the self-described mama bear implores.

“Not physically, no. But… the thing is… she saw and heard some things and she’s really upset about it”

“Azula, what exactly happened?”

“Alright. I had left Emi and Kya in my suite for about ten minutes to get them some snacks. When I left them, they were fast asleep for their nap, so I didn’t think anything would happen. But, when I came back, Emi was gone. Thankfully, I found her in her room, so she’s safe and sound… but when I went inside to check on her, she was really upset. More so than usual. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was an abomination…”

Katara’s eyes widened and her stomach fell.

“Emi called herself that? How is that possible? Did she overhear one of Zuko’s councilmen say that?”

“I wish it was that. No, she went exploring and ended up in the dungeon… that’s where Emi found Ozai”

Katara thought she was going to scream. She could not believe what she was hearing. Her little girl, her precious sunshine, came face to face with that monster.

“What did he say to her?”

“Emi told me that he apparently thought she was me. He started ranting and telling her stuff as if she was me. It’s complicated, but he told her that a half-water tribe child as heir to the fire nation throne was an abomination. He told her some other things, possibly about the war and the Agni Kai years ago. All I know is what she told me happened. She was only able to figure out that Ozai was her grandfather because he referred to me as his child…”

The waterbender gave her sister-in-law a confused look as she adjusted her hold on her son to begin burping him. Suddenly, the fire princess felt all the emotions from her past come up all at once like a roaring volcano.

“Katara, I don’t know what to do. I thought I had finally put my past and what he did behind me. But, now… I know she’s going to be asking more questions about what Ozai told her and the lies he filled her head with and I want to help, but I don’t know…”

Katara took a deep breath and she tries to comfort Azula. She always knew that, sooner or later, her kids would start asking questions about the war. That they couldn’t keep sheltering them from the truth forever. They all needed to be honest with themselves and the kids about the darkness of the world. While the time to do so came earlier than she might have expected, it was a conversation they all needed to have as a family.

“Azula… we all knew this was going to come up someday. These kids deserve to know the truth.”

The fire princess looks up at the fire lady, her eyes glistening with fresh tears.

With a gentle hand on her shoulder, Katara assures her, “We’ll get through this. I promise”.

Azula nods as a small, sad smile appears across her face. She trusted Katara’s intuition and judgement.

“Thank you, Katara,” she whispers, her voice unable to speak any louder. “But, umm… what do we do now?”

The Fire Lady thinks about it for a second before answering, “Well, first, I think we should tell Zuko what happened”

Azula’s eyes widen.

“What? My brother is going to flip when he finds out about this”

“I do not doubt he will be upset. Trust me, I know. But he deserves to know what happened.” In response, Azula lets out a big sigh, resting her cheek against the palm of her hand.

“Ehh… ehh,”Kallik makes his little baby sounds as he reaches his arm out, sensing his Aunt was upset and wanting to make her feel better. Katara obliges her son and passes him on to her sister-in-law. The fire princess accepts the infant into her embrace with ease.

Katara looks on at Azula holding her son with such pride. The young Fire Princess had undoubtedly come a long way since that final Agni Kai years ago. Her, Zuko, and Azula now see that event as the night that changed the trajectory of their lives for the better.

For Zuko, the final Agni Kai was the first time he felt truly confident in himself. But, more importantly, it was the night he finally came to terms with his true feelings for Katara. That he was willing to risk it all, including his own life, for her. That no crown was worth it if Katara got hurt. Even though it took another three years and a failed betrothal with Mai for him to gather up enough courage to even attempt to ask her out on a proper date, that final Agni Kai on the night of Sozin’s Comet marked the very moment Zuko realized he was in love with Katara.

For Katara, Sozin’s Comet marked an important moment in her life. To her, it was the night she finally understood why her mother did what she did, why her mother would lie, claiming to that Fire Nation soldier that she was the last waterbender, a lie that ended up costing her her own life. It was love. It was the love for her family that prompted her to make that decision.

Not only that, but it was also the night she came to peace with her bloodbending abilities. After restraining Azula, she had quickly attempted to heal Zuko from that lightening strike, only to find out that he had been shot directly in the heart. The damage was beyond repair for just her normal healing abilities and even the extra vial of spirit water Pakku had given her before she and Zuko left the White Lotus camp wasn’t enough to bring him back. Zuko’s heart was literally minutes away from giving out when Katara decided to try and bloodbend him as a last resort. While it did take more energy out of her than she was used to, it worked. Zuko’s heart was put back together and his breathing returned to normal within just a few minutes.

Though she initially felt ashamed she had done so, Zuko kept assuring her the rest of that night- and the few weeks that followed it- that knowing how to bloodbend did not inherently make her a bad person and that she was allowed to not be perfect all the time. Those few weeks with him as she continued to further heal him back to full-health, it had been the first time she felt safe, free to just let her guard down and be herself. She doesn’t know exactly when it began, but she knew it was sometime during those few weeks that she finally felt a connection with Zuko that she had not felt with anyone else. While she did not yet have to exact words for it, she would later realize that it was love.

For Azula, as she looked back on the final Agni Kai, she couldn’t help but think that it was both her rock bottom and her saving grace.

At the time, she believed her life was over, that if Ozai didn’t kill her for her failure, that her brother would definitely have her either executed or incarcerated. Much to her surprise, Zuko and Katara insisted on staying in that arena with her until the comet exited the Earth’s orbit. The whole time, they tried talking to her, doing what they could to calm her down. Unfortunately, she was inconsolable at that moment. So, when all else failed, the two instead prepared for her to receive medical help.

By the time Sozin’s Comet came to an end, Azula- while still heavily restrained and her bending abilities blocked- was sent to Caldera’s local psychiatric hospital. That would be where the fire princess would stay for the next several years. During that time, she was put on multiple medications to help her, including one that weakened her bending and made it impossible for her to do so.

For a while, she began to believe she would be in that hospital forever. She was severely depressed, felt like she no longer had a purpose. Even when Zuko- and sometimes Katara- visited her regularly, keeping her up to date on important developments and milestones- such as finding their mother alive with a whole new family of her own- Azula could not find any reason to keep going forward.

She believed that Zuko would eventually give up on her, disown her and move on like she never existed. Zuko tried to help calm those fears by convincing Ursa and her daughter, Kiyi, to come with him to visit her in the hospital. Unfortunately, that whole visit just wound up making things worse. While Kiyi was nice enough, Ursa looked at her oldest daughter with such coldness. It was like she really did not want to be there.

Ursa would only come back to see Azula twice more in five years, and always at Zuko’s insistence. She never came on her own volition, which in hindsight, made the fire princess’s mental health even worse than it already was. Once it was clear Ursa’s presence was causing more harm than good, Zuko stopped bringing her to the hospital.

Around that time, Azula found herself starting to gradually get better. She started seeing her therapist regularly and was on medications that truly helped her. She could tell Zuko was proud of her progress, too. And it wouldn’t be long until she and Katara finally started to get along.

Soon enough, Azula was ready to return to living at the palace. It was a transition and there were a few bumps. What didn’t help was the fact that Katara was in her third trimester with Emi and emotions were already running high. But, Zuko made sure his sister knew it was ok to be imperfect and always made an effort to make her feel included, appreciated, and accepted.

Presently, after going through all that, as the fire princess sits on the floor holding her infant nephew, talking with her sister-in-law about how they were going to tell Zuko about Emi’s encounter with Ozai, Azula felt as if this was where she was meant to be. That everything in her life, both good and bad, has led her to this. And, knowing what she knows now, she wouldn’t trade it all for all the jewels and glory in the universe.

On the other hand, Azula was scared to let her brother know the truth. Terrified that Zuko would be upset with her for possibly allowing this to occur. After all, she was the one left to watch his daughters in his absence and she left them alone, even if it was for a short period of time. The Fire Princess could not help herself but feel so much guilt over it.

However, she knew helping Emi through this was more important than her own fears.

“You’re right. My brother deserves to know what happened,” Azula murmurs. “Aren’t I always?,” Katara smirks as the two women get back to their feet, Azula hanging on to the baby before handing him back to his mother.

Azula lets out a kind hearted laugh, “Thanks, Katara. It… really means a lot”.

“Of course. You know you can talk to me about anything. Wanna help me get Kallik down for his nap?”

“Sure”

Azula and Katara proceed to spend the next several minutes coaxing the infant prince into taking his nap. The Fire Princess allows this to distract her from the omnipresent anxiety over how Zuko will react to the news of what had happened to his eldest child.

Hope you guys liked this!

Please comment if you want to see part 4!

#avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #avatar fanfiction #fanfiction #canon divergent au #katara #fire lord zuko #zuko #katara fanfiction #princess azula #fire lady katara #zutaranation #zutara fanfic #momtara and dadko #steambaby #steambabies #zutara fic #zutara

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Shelby Sister- Kimber

I'm currently sat in the Garrison in our privet room with my brothers and Isaiah

"Come on let me play" I whine at my brothers

"Alright alright come her" I sit next to John who hands me a deck of cards "first shuffle these cards..."John says helping me but Arthur quickly interrupts

"Terms of play John boy terms of play. She should go play snap with Finn" I roll my eyes at my oldest brother who still sees me as this young girl

"Do you want whiskey as well?" Grace the barmaid walks in

"Yeah I'll have..." I start

"No. None for her. Just beer and orange juice for YN" Tommy responds

"Why no whiskey Tommy? are you expecting trouble?" Arthur asks

"For fuck sake Tommy" I groan grabbing a beer that's half drunk

"I'll ignore that language YN" he says picking up his playing card

"Jesus Christ Tommy what the hell made you let them sing?" John laughs referring to the awfully drunk men singing

"They sound like their strangling cats out there" I laugh along with John

"All right 20 to play. Come on"

"I don't get it" I say looking at my cards then throwing them down in a huff

"What did make you change your mind though Tommy? hmmm?" Arthur asks. I take the cigarette out of Isaiah's mouth and place it in mine before John takes it out of mine to put out

"Yeah I mean it's about time Tommy" the brothers watch Grace as she leaves the room

"Time for what?"

"Time you took yourself a woman. Even our YN is smitten these days" I roll my eyes at Arthur

"Still not happy about that especially knowing what we were up to at her age" John laughs

"What you were up to you mean" Tommy grunts

"Remember Isaiah she is only 15, not need to be married and a mother yet"

"Nope don't want to be part of this conversation. Isaiah let's go" I take his hand and we walk out of the room and over to the bar where Harry is.

Everyone continues to sing and dance when suddenly it goes quiet. I look at the door where some men have just walked in

"Holy shit. It's Billy Kimber" Isaiah pulls me behind him

"Is there any man here named Shelby?" It's quiet for a moment then he pulls out a gun and shoots it in the air making all of us jump "I said is there any man here named Shelby" thankfully my brothers walk out of the room, Tommy leading them

"Harry get these men a drink. Everyone else go home. Isaiah, take YN home and stay there with her" Isaiah nods his head but I refuse

"Grace go home" Tommy says as Grace walks over to the table Tommy and the others just sat at with drinks

"But Mr Fenton said..."

"I said go home"

"I've never approved of woman in pubs, but when they look like that..." Kimber watches Grace walk off

"Isaiah I thought I told you to take YN home"

"You did. YN let's go" I sigh giving in but Kimber stops us from going anywhere

"No. I want her to stay. She's a pretty little thing isn't she. I'm guessing this is the youngest Shelby sister"

"Ay, eyes away!" Tommy shouts "you said you wanted men called Shelby. You've got 3 of them and a girl, but don't underestimate her"

"Right, I'd never heard of ya then I did hear of ya, some little Didicoy razor gang" i scoff a little. Razor gang "I though to myself, so what? but then you fucked me over so now you have my undivided attention. By the way which one and I talking to, who's the boss?"

"Well I'm the oldest" Arthur replies

"Ha clearly"

"Are you laughing at my brother?"

"Right he's the oldest, your the thickness, she's just nice to look at"

"I'm 15 you perv" I mutter

"I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you 'cause your looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart"

"Isaiah I'm not going to ask again take YN home"

"Sorry Tommy. Come on YN" Isaiah takes my hand and pulls me out of the pub. Isaiah takes me home where no one is, obviously. The only time Tommy is allowing Isaiah and I to be alone is because of Kimber. The peace didn't last long because Finn comes home which means time for me to watch him...

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #arthur shelby #tommy shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #ada shelby #sister shelby #shelby sister

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rose-of-oz · 4 months ago

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Plot Bunny Game: 911, Alberto Rosende FC?

Thanks so much for this, Charlie!! Also gonna tag my other 911 babes @stelstellakidd and @gabbysdawsons, as well as @praetoravila because I know she loves the show!! <3

NAME: Barry Acosta.

LOVE INTEREST: Taylor Kelly.

SUMMARY: Growing up as the second-youngest of seven siblings, Barry had always been used to the camaraderie and chaos of being part of a big family. But when he’d decided, after a failed attempt at college, to move from Boston to Los Angeles and become a firefighter, he’d found himself, for the first time in his life, without a crowded house and the noise and warmth that came from a group of loving siblings. Thankfully, he hadn’t had to wait very long to get back into a situation that was kind of similar to the one he’d had growing up, getting assigned to Firehouse 118 soon after graduating the fire academy and quickly getting roped into the goofy antics and genuine love that encased every inch of this firehouse and its squadron. He gets to share heart-to-hearts with his captain, judge other people in Spanish with Eddie just like he would with his sisters back home, pull pranks on the others with Chim… it’s everything he could have ever wanted out here in LA, a found family who all worm their ways into his heart and make his life so much better. And after a frankly embarrassing first encounter with a beautiful, determined reporter who unfortunately comes to interview the 118th the same day they all accidentally get high, and a sweetly awkward conversation afterwards that goes a lot better, Barry finds the space in his heart for the loved ones he’s found in LA growing that much bigger.

EXTRA INFO:

A boyfriend for Taylor! Because I actually really like her and the writers did her dirty. So.

Basically the only member of the 118 without a tragic backstory. His childhood was great, his parents are loving, he has a great relationship with his siblings, and he really really hates that he’s in the outlier in this.

When Taylor comes to the firehouse to film and they’re all high on the LSD brownies Barry calls her an angel because he’s seeing this big white light surrounding her. He is, of course, very embarrassed about this afterwards, but Taylor assures him it’s fine and that she actually thought it was cute.

They are not actually a slow burn at all!! We’re basically pretending Taylor and Buck were never attracted to each other here, and even though Barry and Taylor are friends first Taylor asks him out pretty quickly and they become a really cute couple. <3

He and Buck are absolute golden retriever himbo besties. Hen likes to call them Thing One and Thing Two (she never specifies which is which, but she says it with love).

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

#asks about my ocs #ask game plot bunnies #oc: barry acosta

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enigmatist17 · 4 months ago

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Part 1

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He's so small!

Jorge is the first to blurt out the truth, breaking the momentary spell that had been cast over the older man. He'd only seen the youngest Madrigal from behind the walls, the only one who had never seen their tío Bruno before his self-imposed exile. Bruno had knelt beside the wall of Pepa's room during the entire twelve hours of labor and delivery, only sagging in relief when he heard the cries of his newborn nephew the moment he entered the world. Hernando had left a small carving of a tiger for Antonio when he'd turned two years old in the nursery, pausing for a moment to take in both nephew and niece sleeping before quietly disappearing behind the walls once again.

"Our family needs help.....and you need to get outta here." Bruno flinched at the gentle hand over his, but at the pleading looks from both Mirabel and Antonio, who was he to say no? Avoiding the jaguar that Bruno hoped desperately was docile, he led the younger family members up and out of the walls, the growing storm around Casita masking their noise from the shouting from below. Hernando had to gently nudge Bruno to keep walking when he was close to taking a peek over the railing, wanting to see his sisters for the first time in so long.

"I was thinking of my daughter!" Ah Agustín, Bruno felt his heart swell for a moment as he scurried after the younger family members, only having a moment to do his knocks on Antonio's door before hurrying inside. The massive tree with its surrounding lake and waterfall took his breath away for a moment, the vibrant flora nearly overwhelming after so long in the dark.

"Are you okay, tío?" Little Antonio had doubled back when he realized Bruno had stopped walking, the jaguar thankfully resting out of sight.

"It's a very nice room." The five-year-old seems only amused as Bruno begins walking again, a little hand taking his after a few steps. Despite his anxiety, Bruno smiles at his little nephew, allowing himself to be led to the platform he needs for his vision.

You've got this amigo

"Glad someone thinks so..." Bruno mumbled as he eyed the bucket of sand Antonio had some of his animal friends fetch from his room, taking a deep breath before grabbing the handle.

"We might wanna hurry." Mirabel fidgets as he circles her, staring at an unmoving capybara before simply going around the animal with a shrug.

"You can't hurry the future." He couldn't help but remember when she'd first seen his powers all those years ago, eyes wide as her tío predicted how her mamá would repair her stuffed animal. "What if I show you something worse? If I see something that you don't like, you're gonna be all, "Bruno makes bad things happen. Oh, he's creepy and his vision killed my goldfish!"

A vision killed a goldfish? Eh?

Stupid woman, can't believe she's still upset.

It took biting down on his cheek for Bruno not to laugh as he piled dried leaves in the middle of four small sand circles, hands trembling as Mirabel gave him a look the seer couldn't place.

"I don't think you make bad things happen. Sometimes...family weirdos just get a bad rap."

....what?

For a single moment, Bruno just stared at Mirabel, ears ringing with the words he'd wanted to hear for so long since he had touched his door the first time.

You don't make bad things happen

Bruno had wanted to hear those words from Mamá, from the villagers he did his best to help, from anyone aside from the two he considered brothers. However, he was little Mirabel, looking at him with a smile that was brighter than the sun as far as he was concerned, and whatever hesitations were left faded as it turned to resolve.

"You can do this." She's smiling as a little stuffed tiger is held out, turning to face Antonio as he takes in the weight and soft fabric.

"For the nerves." The little tiger is set aside as Bruno takes a deep breath, the world beginning to tint green as Bruno tosses some salt over his shoulder for luck. His body thrums with power as Bruno opens himself to time itself, opening glowing green eyes as he draws forth the last vision he'd done those ten years ago only to see the same thing. Yet, just as he wants to stop and fall back to let one of the others come forward, Mirabel sees something different, a shining beacon that he hoped desperately led to the answer of saving the miracle.

Her anger at hugging Isabela is...less than favorable, but it could be salvaged!

However, less than twenty minutes later, the worst comes to pass. Bruno can faintly hear the yelling before Casita finally begins to crumble, grabbing rats as he races to find his way out. Jorge slips into control when Bruno falters at some cracks in the floor, cursing under his breath as the house falls around them. He eyes a weakness in one of the outer walls that seemed to come from nowhere, and in a moment of brilliance that would lead to pain later, Jorge grabs his bucket and slips it on before ramming through the wall with a yelp.

The home they'd ever known falls to rubble, and all of them can hear when Julieta starts screaming for her daughter.

We have to find her

The mountain, it's where she will have gone

Hernando flips his hood up as he eyes the newly cracked mountain, hiding Jorge's bucket before limping off for the nearest horse. Sure, it's not the best to steal from an unaware farmer, but Hernando swears they'll return the beast as they head for the opening, clinging to the reigns. The river that comes into view a while later is dazzling, the last of a massive trail of yellow butterflies lining the sky as Hernando makes for the water, able to see Mirabel's curly hair next to...Mamá.

"She didn't so this!" Bruno yells as they burst into full view, heart going a thousand miles an hour as he stares down his mamá for the first time in ten years. "She didn't do this! I gave her a vision!" Bruno's dismount is abysmal, but the seer is more focused on directing whatever anger his mother could be holding at himself. "She only wanted to help. I don't care what you think of me, but if you're too stubborn to -" All of the anger Bruno had been venting was cut off when achingly familiar arms embraced him, the smell of his mamá's perfume making his knees wobble.

"Brunito.."

"....I feel like I missed something important..." He's as stiff as a board when Mirabel walks by, and the older woman pulls away to gaze at her son, taking his face into her hands with a soft smile and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Bruno still can't speak as she takes his hand still frozen up in the air, leading her wayward son back to the horse as if guiding him back home like she'd done when he was a child. He clings to her as they gallop back toward the remains of Casita, letting go when they come to a stop to help her down as Mirabel runs for her mother. He can hear Julieta cry out in relief as he helps his mother down, the horse flicking its head before wandering back towards its proper stable, and Bruno moves to head for the treeline.

"Brunito, stay, please." His hand is taken once again, and Bruno doesn't know what to do or say as he's slowly led towards the house and the family. She lets go to head inside the home, and Bruno fidgets as he peeks around one of the last bits of wall still standing to see Pepa and Julieta embrace their mother, clearly relieved. She pulls back and motions for him without even turning, and despite his fear, Bruno steps into the figurative light to face his sisters, who are wide-eyed as he takes his mother's waiting hand. They're rushing forward to hug him moments later, however, and both Jorge and Hernando can feel Bruno's joy as he hugs them, rambling about how he'd never meant to ruin Pepa's wedding and that he didn't mean to become a menace. The rambling trails off when he's hugged again, the triplets watching as the townspeople head for Casita, ready to rebuild the home of those who protected their town and lives.

You're never letting them go today, are you?

Of course he isn't!

Bruno smiles as he hears them comment on the town beginning the rebuilding process, both arms hugging his sisters close at the general feeling of positivity in the air.

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The townsfolk were more than happy to offer the Madrigal family their homes until theirs was complete, and the children were delighted to spend some time with friends after the admittedly stressful day. Alma was housed by one of her council members, feigning attention as the other adults tried to decide who to stay with when she noted an absence that had been ignored for too long.

"Where is Bruno?"

A brief but panicked search finds the man back at the worksite, strangely wearing a bucket on his head as he mixes some spackle without a care in the world.

"This last section, then we go to sleep." Bruno speaks with a strange voice, and Félix and Camlio watch from just out of sight while sharing a confused look. "Bruno is exhausted."

"Si si, last one." A deeper voice replies, and once the mixture is complete, Bruno finishes up a wall that had nearly been finished before the elders called it a day. "Um, where will we sleep? Casita is gone."

"Eh, the church?" Bruno pauses his work, and Félix creeps closer with his son as they hear a sigh.

"Bruno won't like it. We can sleep in a tree or something, " the first voice grumbled, and the work continued until Félix finally decided to announce his arrival, sneaking back towards the main road before clapping his hands together.

"Eh, Bruno, you gave us a scare!" He loudly announced his presence, watching as the bucket was quickly removed, and Bruno smiled awkwardly. "You nearly scared everyone to death."

"S-Sorry, I wanted to finish this." Camilo squints at Bruno's normal voice, but remains silent as his father places a hand on Bruno's arm, guiding him away from the wall.

"There is always tomorrow my friend, for now you need a good meal and a place to lay your head."

"I-I can find somewhere to sleep; don't worry about me." Bruno stammered, Camilo putting an arm around his tío's shoulders to force him down and toward town, only grinning at the slightly annoyed look sent his way.

"You can stay with mamá, she was about to make her powers come back through sheer willpower when we didn't see you."

"W-What?" That seemed to stump his tío, the man silent as they walked to the family, all of them clearly happy to see Bruno was fine when he came into view.

"Don't you EVER do that again!" Pepa seethed, the first to march over and give him a strangling hug. "You don't get to slip away, not anymore!"

"I promise I won't again." He froze up but slowly hugged her back as Antonio came from nowhere to hug one of his legs, mirroring the look on his mother's face. He smiled and moved one pinned arm to pat the top of his head, yelping when Pepa stepped back and grabbed his ruana with one hand, the other on her hip.

"You will stay with me and Félix, understand?"

"Si."

Eh, what is he to do?

The household that had volunteered to house Pepa, Félix, and their son were a bit on edge at seeing Bruno traipsing in behind them but made sure they all were fed and given temporary beds. Bruno had barely eaten despite gentle urging from his sister, just shrugging off her question and feeding little bits to the few rats hidden in his ruana before finding the darkest corner to curl up in. Despite his internal clock telling his body to stay awake for what was "his" average time to be awake, the last 24 hours had been exhausting, and he can feel his eyes slipping shut in exhaustion.

"Can I sleep with you?" The whisper stirred Bruno, and he smiled at seeing Antonio standing beside him, pillow and blanket in each arm.

"Of course you can." Félix finds the two fast asleep when he finds Antonio's bed empty, his son tucked securely in Bruno's arms, completely at ease with someone he didn't know about until yesterday.

"They look so sweet." Pepa whispered as she hugged her husband from behind, teary-eyed at the lost years. "Oh mi pequeño gusano..."

"Which one?" Félix chuckled, trailing off with a slight frown. "My love, can I ask you something?" The little squeeze she gave him was answer enough, and Félix takes a moment to figure out where to begin. "Is...does Bruno act a lot? Do voices, speak in third person much?" Whatever he's stumbled on makes Pepa stiffen behind him, and he merely waits for her reply.

"What did you hear?"

#personal #encanto #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #part 2

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gennyanydots · 2 years ago

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The Chase part 1

Rhett Abbott x f!reader (with the last name of Cook)

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Summary: It’s summer and one of Cecelia’s friends has a horse for sale so she sends Rhett over to check it out. The horse isn’t the only thing he’s checking out.

“Rhett!” His mother called from the house.

Rhett sighed. He’d just come in from checking the fences in the upper pasture. All he wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lay down some. It’s the hottest day it’s been in a while, and he had worked up quite a sweat just riding around. The sun was high in the sky by the time he made it back to the barn. When he got off his horse you could tell exactly where on his leg came in contact with the saddle from the sweat. Thankfully his mom waited until he was able to cool his horse down in the barn to turn him out before she called for him. He felt absolutely gross but when his mama called, he knew better than to ignore her.

He headed to the house and into the kitchen where he found his mother doing a few dishes at the sink while a sandwich sat at the table, “Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favor?” Cecilia asked her son over her shoulder as she continued her job.

Well, looks like no rest for Rhett. He should have known better. There’s always something that needs done around here. Depending on the ask maybe no shower either.

“O’course, what do ya need?” Rhett asked with his proverbial fingers crossed for that shower. He didn’t shower before heading out early this morning knowing it would just be a waste.

Cecelia finally turned around with a dish rag in her hands, wiping them both off, “Ya know how Amy’s done with school for the year? Well, she’s been askin’ about ridin’ some lately and there ain’t any way I’m gonna teach her and your father doesn’t have the time and I’m not sure about you or Perry teachin’ her. Perry doesn’t seem to have that sort of focus and if I have you do it I’m worried you’ll just stick her on anything.”

“Aw c’mon mom I would never let her get hurt,” Rhett said shaking his head at his mother. Just stick his niece on anything? Doesn’t his mother know him better than that? He would never let anything happen to Amy. He’s loved two women in his life, his mother and his niece.

His mother shot him a look, “Still, I mentioned it at my book club this week and Margaret Cook, you know the Cooks right, anyways she said her sister’s daughter was visitin’ for the summer to help ‘em out. She’s an elementary teacher somewhere up North and so Margaret roped her into doin’ the ridin’ camp for kids this summer on their farm. They normally do lessons but figured a weekly camp would be good for the summer.”

Rhett nodded along, still not sure what this had to do with him.

His mother continued, “Margaret also mentioned havin’ an older mare that would be perfect for Amy. She used to be a trail horse. Margaret showed me a picture and she’s real pretty, Rhett. Named Rainbow. A paint. So, I was wonderin’ if you’d go take a look at her. See if she’s worth buyin’ for Amy. Margaret said they’d keep her there for the summer if Amy went to the camp which would work out real well. I asked your father, but he said he was too busy to check ‘er out and I’m just not sure where Perry is.”

“When do ya want me to go?” Rhett asked. This shouldn’t take too long. Maybe his nap wasn’t off the table.

“Well Margaret said her niece was teachin’ a lesson this afternoon that was wrappin up around 4:30. If you went around then you could see her teach and can check the horse out,” his mom offered. “I would feel better knowin’ about the teacher and the horse.”

Rhett nodded, “That’s understandable.”

“I really appreciate this, Rhett,” Cecilia said with a warm smile at her youngest. “Now eat your sandwich.” She nodded towards the table, and he grinned and sat down and ate while his mother finished the dishes. He hadn’t guessed it was for him but he’s not one to turn down a meal.

Afterwards Rhett headed to his room and got a small nap in and was able to shower before he needed to head out. Rhett figured making it there around 4 would give him ample time to watch the class and be able to judge the teaching. He made sure to let his mother know before he left, so she knew that he was keeping his word to go. She smiled and waved him off as he drove away.

The Cook’s farm wasn’t too far away. Only took about five minutes before he was heading up their long drive towards their barn. Wouldn’t be a bad drive every day to take Amy here. They had a large indoor riding arena next to their barn and a matching outdoor arena next to that. There were five horses in the area with a kid on each. A woman stood in the middle of the arena. There was a little parking lot area that Rhett parked in. Getting out he could hear the woman in the center shouting out a few things to the students. He headed to the arena and stopped before some metal bleachers. Rhett assumes for the parents to be able to watch their students. He leans against them as he watches.

“Alright we’re going to try trotting again, okay? What do we need to remember?” The woman calls out. Clearly not from around these parts. If Rhett had to guess she sounds like she’s from one of them upper midwestern states. Not the Dakotas though. Indiana maybe.

All the horses are stopped along the fence of the arena with a child on each one. Small hands went up in the air at the question and the woman points at one girl, “Yes, Sara?”

“Keep our heels down!” The little girl called out.

“Exactly! What else?” The woman asks then points at another hand. “Yes, Mikey?”

“Keep our hands down so we don’t yank on their mouth,” a little boy called out.

The woman nodded, “Right! So, we have heels down and hands down but what about our legs?”

Little hands shoot up again.

“Yes, Maddie?” The woman calls.

“We keep our legs wrapped around our horse to keep us up,” another little girl says.

The woman smiles, “Yes! Good job, Maddie! Now what do we say when we want to stop as we lightly pull our reins back?”

All the little voices call, “Woah!”

“Fantastic, friends! You are all so smart,” the woman says as she walks over to the white horse in front. “Okay Mikey, are you and Snowy ready?”

Rhett chuckles to himself. Kinda ridiculous name for a horse.

“Yes! We’re ready!” The boy says confidently.

The woman smiles, “Okay push him forward.” The little boy kicks the horse lightly with his heels and the woman walks alongside the horse. “Mikey, now you’re gonna squeeze your legs and say ‘trot!’” Mikey follows the instruction, and the woman stays running alongside the horse. “When you get close to the others bring him back to a walk. Okay now! Give a half pullback and a ‘woah’.” The boy does as she asks the walks the horse to the end of the line and stops with another, “Woah.”

“Great job, Mikey! Was it less scary this time?” The woman asks. The little boy nods, “I felt much better! I didn’t fall!” The woman smiles, “Snowy wouldn’t let you fall, sweetheart. He’s too good of a boy.”

The woman walks back to the front and does the same with the next student until they all have a turn. “Okay, it’s time to cool down. Let’s walk them out and drop our stirrups. Do some little circles with our ankles. Go backwards then forwards. Wiggle your backs out. Wiggle in your seat a little. Give your horse’s neck some scratches. Tell them how good they are.” After a little while the woman helped all the kids dismount and had them heading into the barn to hand off to a ranch hand before they all took off their helmets and went running to their parents excitedly.

The woman was still inside the arena cleaning up cones. Rhett didn’t know who he was supposed to be meeting with, but he figured she would be as good a place to start as any.

Rhett walked towards the arena and called, “Excuse me ma’am?”

She looked up from what she was doing and walked over, she was prettier than Rhett expected. Though he’s not sure why he expected her not to be. He was taken from his thought when she said, “Hi! Did you need help with something?”

Rhett nodded, “Yeah, my mother sent me over here to take a look at a mare for my niece. Rainbow.”

“Oh! You’re one of the Abbotts, right?” She asked. “My Aunt said someone would be by to look at Rainy. You want me to go get her?”

Rhett nodded, “If it’s not too much trouble. “

She smiled. Rhett liked her smile. Made her look even prettier.

“No trouble at all! Do you want her tacked up?” She asks.

Rhett nods, “Yes please. Thank you, ma’am.”

She smiles at him again. God he wanted to keep that smile on her face.

“Goodness where are my manners?” She says with a laugh. “I’m y/n Cook.” She held out a hand towards Rhett.

He gave a little half smile and shook her hand, “Rhett Abbott but you knew my last name already.”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You’re that bull rider everyone’s been talking about in town, right? Some hometown hero?”

Rhett blushed and shook his head, “Ain’t no hometown hero but yeah I ride.”

“You any good?” She asks as she heads towards the barn.

Rhett stands there for a second. Should he follow her? He decides he should and follows behind, “I’m alright. Win some. Lose some. All depends on the day.”

She goes into the barn, but Rhett stays in the large doorway instead. He doesn’t want to assume he can just walk right into someone else’s barn. His eyes look down the row of stalls looking for Y/N. After a minute or so she comes out from one of the stalls with a beautiful brown and white horse on a lead rope. She walks the horse over to Rhett and smiles, stopping in front of him, “This is Rainbow or Rainy as we usually call her.”

Rhett took a step into the barn to look her over. Rainy looked about 13 hands tall. Her mane was split brown halfway then changed to white. She seemed calm even with a stranger examining her. She let him pick her feet up with no problem. Didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand down her neck to her withers.

Y/N watched Rhett closely while keeping a loose hold on Rainey’s lead. After a few more minutes Rhett’s eyes found hers and she asked, “Do you want me to grab her saddle now?”

Rhett nodded and she quickly put Rainy in the crossties and headed towards a room off to the side in the barn. Rhett scratched Rainey’s nose as the two waited, which Rainy seemed to be all about. She even started to lean into his hands for more and Rhett laughed.

“I see you found Rainy’s favorite scratchy spot. She’ll do just about anything for scratches,” Rhett hears as he turns and sees Y/N with a saddle on her hip. She walks over and holds the saddle out to Rhett, “Can you hold this please?”

Rhett holds out his hands, “Oh uh sure.” He barely has time to get the words out before Y/N is placing the saddle in his hands. She grabs the saddle pad off the top of the saddle and slides it on Rainy before taking the saddle from Rhett’s hands and placing the saddle on top of the pad. Rhett went back to scratching Rainy’s nose as Y/N quickly tacked Rainy up.

“Do you want to ride her, or do you want me to ride her so you can watch?” Y/N asks. “Cause if I need to drop the stirrups, I’d rather do it now.”

Rhett thinks for a minute, “You ride her. Then I can watch.”

Y/N nods, “Arena or trail?”

Rhett shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we do both so you can see all of Rainy’s good qualities. My boy is already tacked up from a ride this afternoon so you can ride him if you’d like. Pretty annoying following a horse on a trail,” Y/N offered.

“Sure. That sounds good,” Rhett says, and Y/N undoes the cross ties to take the lead and halter off and put Rainy’s bridle on. Rhett was glad to see Rainy took the bit with no fuss. Rhett then was handed Rainy’s reins and told to take her outside which he quickly did.

A few minutes later Y/N came out with a beautiful sorrel quarter horse that looked about 16 hands tall and brought it alongside Rainy and said, “This is Rusty. He’s my big baby.”

Rhett nodded at the horse, “Hello Rusty. Pleased to meet ya.”

“He’s pretty easy going so don’t worry. I doubt he’ll be anything like those bulls you ride,” Y/N says with a laugh. “He’s pretty lazy sometimes. Only time he gets going is if he sees barrels to race, then he’s running.”

“That what he does?” Rhett asked.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore but they’re still his favorite. We stopped that a long time ago but every once in a while I’ll pull them out and let Rusty run his heart out.”

“Why’d you two stop?” Rhett asked looking over at Y/N

“I got a big girl job. Couldn’t spend my time barrel racing anymore. So, we retired. We didn’t do anything big. Just a few fairs once upon a time. Rusty was fine retiring to a life of leisure rides and mints,” Y/N said. Rusty’s ears perked up hearing ‘mints’ and started to nose at Y/N’s hands then pockets while she laughed.

Rhett smiled, “I think he knows that word.”

“Oh, he does. Doesn’t know where I started hiding them from him. Tried to get him to stop biting at my pockets but it hasn’t seemed to work,” Y/N said as she shoved the horse’s head away from her pockets. “Quit it, ya butthead.”

“Butthead?” Rhett said with a laugh. “What is this the first grade?”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “It is and just for that now you’re a butthead.”

Rhett laughed, “Well that’s the first time I’ve been called that since I was like eight.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N said then stuck her tongue out at him. She then switched him horses and checked Rainy’s saddle before stepping up onto Rainy’s saddle and throwing her other leg over to sit down.

Rhett swings himself onto Rusty’s back and the two were off at a leisurely pace. It’s been a while since Rhett rode without a real purpose. Sure, he was watching how Rainy handled herself, but it’d been a long while since he rode without it being a chore. Just riding to ride. It was nice. Rusty seemed like a mild-mannered horse. Seemed to get along with Rainy.

“Does Rainy get along with others well? We got some at home, so I was just wonderin’,” Rhett said a little louder than normal, so you’d hear him.

Y/N half turned in your saddle, “She does. She’s not one to put up a fight. Just goes with the flow.”

Rhett nodded, “That’s always good.” That’s what Amy needs.

Y/N nodded, “I’ll be sad to see her go if you guys end up taking her but I’m sure she’s going to a good home.”

“My niece’ll love ‘er. She seems like a sweetheart,” Rhett said looking at the horse but he’s pretty sure he meant it for the rider too. Y/N seemed really nice. Going above and beyond what a typical seller would do. She even let him ride her own personal horse. He knew the Cooks had plenty of horses. Heck there were five tacked up from the lesson, but Y/N put him on her horse instead.

Y/N flashed him a smile, “She really is! I’m sure you guy will take good care of her if it all pans out.”

Rhett nods, “Promise we would.” And they would. Rhett would make sure of it.

The two went back to just riding in silence. It was nice, peaceful. The whole ride ended up being about a half hour but felt like longer to Rhett. Maybe because he’s not one to slow down so being forced to felt like forever.

Not that he minded. It was a nice change of pace to his bull riding and who wouldn’t want to ride alongside a pretty girl? Not that he can make a move. This is a business transaction. Or at least it might be. Not between him though. He’s just checking out the merchandise.

When the two horses finally stood in front of the barn Y/N looked over at Rhett, “Did you still want to see her in action in the arena?”

“I prolly should. Make sure everythin’ is good,” Rhett said with a shrug. If he didn’t, he’s sure his mother would ask about some specifics that he wouldn’t be able to answer. Not that he even knows what he’s looking for at this point. Seems like a fine horse to him. Would fit in with the others at the farm. She seems real gentle, would be a great first horse for Amy.

Y/N nodded and swung her leg around and dismounted easily off Rainy with Rhett following suit. They switched horses again and Y/N led Rusty into the barn and came out a few minutes later with a smile on her face as she shook her head, “Sorry I was accosted for some mints. He’s such a ham sometimes.”

“I’m sure he only gets them sparingly and isn’t at all spoiled,” Rhett says with a snicker. She seems like the type to spoil her horse. Like he’s her baby. Coo and fuss over him. Rhett understands. He takes good care of his horse but he's not one to spoil 'em.

“Mr. Abbott!” She says with a fake gasp. “How dare you make such accusations.”

Rhett laughs and shakes his head, “You’re right. I do apologize, darlin’.”

Y/N walked up to Rhett and took the reins from him, “Oh, I’m darlin’ now?” She smirked.

Rhett shrugged, “If you want.” He wants. Pretty little thing like her? He’d be happy to call her darlin' every day.

“I’ve heard about you, Rhett Abbott,” Y/N said walking the horse towards the arena. “The sweet and seemingly shy younger brother who charms the pants off any girl he sees.”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that per say…” Rhett said with a shrug. He knows what he is. He won’t deny it.

Y/N laughs as she opens the gate then brings Rainy inside the arena, “Oh yeah what would you say?”

Rhett thinks for a minute then says, “I’m just tryin’ to practice for my future wife. By the time I find her I’ll be able to blow her mind.” It’s as good of an excuse as any.

“Well, that’s one way to put it but live your best life, I guess,” Y/N says with a shrug as she shuts the gate.

Rhett shrugs, “I am.” It’s how Rhett lives. It’s been fine for him. He’s not interested in anything long term. Hell, anytime he rides could be his last. He doesn’t want to put some girlfriend through that type of panic. He’s seen it. The tears. The fighting to get to her man when something happens. He doesn’t need that. He’s good with his life. Only sometimes does he wish for more. Mostly at night if he goes to bed alone. Someone to hold wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who stayed by him. Who chose him for him. Most of the time women are just interested in Rhett for his riding, for the notoriety - not that he has much. He’s still just Rhett Abbott from Wabang. Sure, he’s a good rider and a hard worker but that’s not too special most men in Wabang were hard workers save for the Tillerson's.

Y/N nods, “Then that’s all that matters.” She steps up into the saddle and swings her leg over. “So, what do you want to see Rainy do?”

“You’re the one sellin’ her, darlin'. Show me what she’s got,” Rhett said and sat on the bleachers by the arena. He spreads out with his elbows on the seat behind him and crossed his ankles.

“You got it, Mr. Abbot,” She pushed Rainy into a walk to let her get used to her footing in the arena. Once she went around a few times she pushed Rainy to a trot with her legs and a few clicks of her tongue for one go around before switching her to a collected trot then an extended trot. Rhett watched the horse’s gait as she easily switched. He may have watched Y/N some too. She looked good riding. He can’t admit to himself what else he’d like her to ride but he’s pretty sure she’d have a beautiful form for that too. Nope. He’s definitely not thinking about that. Would she be able to keep her back as straight? Would she have that same look of determination? She’s gotta have strong thighs to hold on and Rhett would be more than happy to give her something to hold on to. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts. Y/N literally called him a whore not too long ago. He can keep it in his pants. He can. She’s clearly not that type of girl. Right? He doesn’t think so. She’s more of a take her home to mama kind of girl which Rhett doesn’t want. Right? Even if she’s so pretty and rides like a dream. Okay. He needs to stop. He can handle watching a pretty girl ride a horse. She brought Rainy back down to a walk and stopped her in front of Rhett and reached down and scratched Rainy’s shoulder. “She’s a fancy girl.”

Rhett laughs, “I can see that. I doubt we would ever have her do any of that. Too fancy for the farm.” Focus on the horse. That’s what he’s here for. He’s not here to ogle Margaret Cook’s niece. Maybe some other time. Not right now.

Y/N shrugs, “You don’t know that. Maybe Amy wants to do Dressage.”

“Is that what you taught Rainy all that for?”

Y/N shakes her head, “I didn’t teach her. My aunt got her off some princess who didn’t want her horse anymore. She was over it but she did Dressage. Or so I heard. I just made sure she remembered her fancy footwork for fun.”

“Well, damn. Glad she ended up here with your family then,” Rhett shook his head in disbelief. Who buys their kid a horse then turns around and gets rid of it? Spoiled Brat.

“Rainy’s been well loved here but I’m sure she’ll like going to a little girl who’ll dote on her and spoil her like the queen she is, the way she was meant to be,” Y/a said with a kind smile. “So, does she check out? Not that I’m the one selling her. My aunts just going to ask the minute I see her later.”

“As far as I know she’s perfect for Amy. Met all my expectations,” Rhett walked over and leaned against the arena fence and looked at Rainy. She’ll be a great horse for Amy. A perfect pick.

“Glad to hear it!” Y/N said with a big smile. She took her one leg out of the stirrup and swung it down but her other foot got caught in the stirrup. When she swung down it stayed so she had one leg awkwardly stuck.

“Shit,” Rhett said as he hopped the fence.

“I’m okay! I got it!” Y/N called. She finally got her foot out but lost her balance and fell to the ground with an “oomph.” Rainy hardly took any notice and just took a few steps to the side away from the fallen human.

Rhett was immediately by her side reaching down to help her up, “You sure you got it, darlin’?” He snickered.

“I clearly meant to do that, charmer,” Y/N said with a huff as she let Rhett help her up.

Rhett grinned as he helped to get her steady, “Is that what I am to you, charming? Cause I can work with that.” And he could. It’s way better than thinking he’s just a whore.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ll see.”

“I can be charming if that’s what you want, darlin'. Is that what you want from me? Are you goin' to give me a chance?” He asked with a sly grin on his face.

“If I was to give you a chance, you’d have to be living a different lifestyle and I’m not sure you can, charmer,” Y/N said as she shook her head with a small smile on her lips. She walked over and pulled Rainy’s reins over her head and lead her to the gate and opened it and waited for Rhett to follow.

Rhett followed after the two with his hands in his back pockets and a grin on his face. He just needed to figure out how to convince her to give him that chance. He doesn't usually have to work so hard for this but he’s not one to shy away from the chase.

Rhett watched and listened in the doorway of the barn as Y/N put Rainy away. She softly talked to the horse as she get her situated the walked back towards Rhett.

“So, is there anything else I can do for you?” Y/N asked Rhett as she walked up.

Rhett shook his head, “No, ma’am I should be all set with Rainy. I’ll tell my mama about Rainy and I’m sure she’ll let your aunt know, darlin’.”

Y/N nodded and laughed, “Sounds good, charmer.”

“I’m still charming to you?” Rhett asks.

Y/N shrugs, “Guess so.”

“So, will you let me take you out?” Rhett asks. His hands are still in his back pockets but he has his fingers crossed in them. Clearly if she thought he was charming then she would want to spend more time together, right?

“Take me out where, Mr. Abbott?” She asked.

“Anywhere you’d let me,” Rhett says with a half smile. “Whenever you’d like.”

Y/N seems to think for a minute. Rhett’s starting to sweat, and definitely not from the heat of the day. Would she actually turn him down?

“How about this, I’ll give you my phone number and if after a week you still want to go out in a date we’ll go,” She offers.

Rhett grins, “That’s a fair deal.” He hands her his phone and she puts her number in and hands it back.

“Guess I’ll see you in a week, charmer.”

“Guess you will.”

#Rhett Abbott x f!reader #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #the chase

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duchesstopaz · 2 years ago

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*Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, parental abuse, verbal abuse, child neglect, threats, anxiety, panic attacks, violence towards children.* Monday, June 19th, 2023 Part 2 6:32pm

Now, I introduce you to our new roles. I became the “golden child”; conditioned to get the perfect grades and carry out all orders timely and perfectly. I was the “nanny and pseudo-parent”; directed to take care of my siblings, provide food for them, get them ready for school, help with homework, and handle any misbehaving and report only the extremes. I was the “maid”; the only child in the house with chores, which meant I had all of them, even cleaning up after my “parents”. And, I was the “butler”; I had to deliver everyone their plates, eating last, and take James’ dishes after every meal and bring him a hot cloth to clean his hands. I became depressed, anxious, and extremely hyper-independent, curling in on myself and realizing this is not what “home” should feel like. I was “maturing” fast, and my adults took advantage of it.

Anthony was the “rebellious child”. He was more outwardly angry, picked fights at school, and sought comfort in his friends. He wasn’t trusted with responsibility, so he didn’t receive any. And, eventually, the rules and standards that were established with me, as the oldest, didn’t work with him. He gradually grew more and more distant with the family, as I was becoming the crutch for them.

My two little sisters, and soon-to-be youngest brother, were raised more graciously, still servants to the king and with the same emotional detachment. Thankfully, they never had to experience the abuse that Anthony and I had to endure. So, while they love their father, because that’s all they know, they don’t know the true terrors of that man, and I’m truly grateful that they won’t ever go through that.

My mother suffered as you put all of the parenting responsibilities onto her, as you forced her to attend to every need and want you spoke of, as you made her shoulder the finances to keep the house fed and taken care of. You, however, would go to your job (I can’t even remember which one because you job-hopped so much), come home, claim and monopolize the washer and the bathroom for hours, shut yourself in your room to watch “your” TV, beg and call for “your wife” to come spend time with you while asking her to do everything for you, ignore your kids and yell at them to stay quiet, and go to sleep. This is your daily routine, even now in the present.

I left my home because of you. I was 10, and my father had reappeared back in my life for the past 2 years. After visiting him twice, he offered me to come live with him, and I took it because anything’s better than here, right? WRONG. My dad is a whole other story, but I came back after a year. You would think that would be enough time for change to take hold, but it didn’t, and how could there when the space is constantly suffocated and stifled with immaturity, unintelligence, and vitriol.

The standard was to get all the chores done before you got home and without being told, which is normal, if you disregard the fact that you threatened to beat us within an inch of our lives if we didn’t do so. You did plenty of times before. Having to hide bruises with long-sleeved shirts, oversized hoodies, and pants in the summer, and excusing ones on my face with stories of rough-housing or accidental falling against a cabinet.

The standard was to watch the kids at all times, and make sure that they don’t get into trouble. Once, when Malia was learning to stand up on her own, she fell and hit her forehead on a vent, while I was changing a movie for Anthony and I. I was beat and blamed for that accident, and wasn’t allowed to watch anything because my focus should be on them. Once, Anthony locked both Malia and Jasmyn in the car with the keys as they were still infants, and I was inside putting on my shoes, my “parents” still taking their time to leave for church. After I tried calming Anthony down from a panic attack and telling James, Anthony was stomped in the chest against a fence, my mom barely getting him off, and I was punched in shoulder and shoved against concrete while you spat that I should have never let it happen. We were left at home that day.

Once, I was riding in the trunk with the top open, as we got home late, and a shooting happened right in front of me in the street, us kids still in the car in the driveway. You and Mom were in the house because we weren’t allowed out of the car until you said so. You were angry that I didn’t do more to protect my siblings, that I confided in my teacher what happened, and that I woke you up when police came banging on the door at 2am. I was 11. And I had nightmares for months.

Once, you threw Anthony against the washer and beat him in front of your two extended family members at Christmas because he took too long to take out the garbage. Then, your family decided to praise you for it and talk about it, as if it wasn’t brutal and my mom didn’t have to pull you off of him.

Things got better in their own way after my youngest brother was born. I was 12, almost 13, at the time. You magically stopped. I still don’t know what changed to make you stop.

But I still wasn’t your kid.

You started to refer to me and Anthony as “boy”, and nothing else. You made sure to tell us and show us that we were separated from our siblings. You would probably say that we had to earn our keep or that we learned some lesson, but that’s not the truth. You have other kids that are much older than us, and you never contact them or tried to do right by them. I think when my mom told me that years ago, I should have realized sooner the type of man you are.

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tortoisebore · 2 years ago

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originally reblogged the sibling post but then it made me feel itchy so here i am again

im the youngest of 4!! all of them are my half siblings, but saying "half sibling" is more of a family tree thing than an actual relationship thing. two brothers on my moms side, one sister on my dads. ive only met my sister maybe 5 times, her and my dad have never been on good terms. my middle brother and i are best friends despite the age difference and my oldest brother lives across the country but we try to talk often. youngest children get shit for getting the most attention from their parents, and although i think thats true and i could write a 10 page essay on the shitty ways my parents treated my middle brother compared to me, but there are completely unfair expectations for every child, and i think it isnt right to say that all that attention was always good attention. very fortunate to have a good relationship with my brothers, though, its made a lot of days easier! im the only fire sun of my siblings and my middle brother and i are a menace together since hes a scorpio! love him sm

YES YES YES 100% YES

allllll placements within the family are different and as the oldest sibling it sometimes feels like the younger kids have it easier but they DON’T—their experiences are just different!

like, my oldest-younger sister & i grew up with extremely strict conservative christian parents, but thankfully they’ve turned around a lot in the last couple of years and have become more lenient and progressive. but parenting-wise, it’s like night & day between the two oldest siblings in our family and the two youngest

it looks from the outside like my brother has zero rules—he doesn’t have to do chores, he can be on his computer all day unsupervised without anyone constantly checking his browser history, watch whatever he wants, etc. and the parts of me that are still bitter at how my parents raised me is sometimes like ‘that’s not fair.’

BUT, my brother doesn’t have the same structure that gave me an early sense of responsibility that i cherish now as an adult, he doesn’t have multiple siblings in the house with him to keep him company so he spends a lot of time alone, and the attention he does finally get is often negative for grades, behavior, etc. it’s also hard for him to be the only boy, and come after my sister and i, who were both always on our best behavior, had great grades without trying, and ‘respected’ our parents (really we were just too afraid of punishment to argue back), so my brother gets deemed ‘difficult’ just bc he came after two ‘easy’ daughters. it’s hard for me to watch the way he’s treated and spoken about sometimes because i can recognize his experience now, so i’m always his #1 defender in any situation, even when he might be in the wrong. fighting anyone that comes after him also means punching at my own family sometimes lmaooo but u gotta do what u gotta do

it’s such a huge relief to be close with them despite all of these weird & changing dynamics, i’m so glad that you’re close with your brother! at the end of the day our siblings are the people we spent the most time with and the ones that i feel like we see ourselves the most in, good and bad. like, there are pieces of me in each of my siblings and pieces of each of them in me, and even when it doesn’t always manifest in a positive way, those are the parts of myself i’m most fond of

#u ask tortoise answers #SIBLING THERAPY SESSION #being close w ur brother is a whole other level of sibling love #me & my brother are 10 years apart so that’s a whole other dynamic #he is my sweetest most precious child #like has he punched me in the face? yes #did i punch him back? yes #but did he turn into a sweet & cuddly angel when i got my heart broken and cried to him ab it? and then offer to kill my ex? also yes

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casitafallz · 2 years ago

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LTRL AU | Talking Between Relatives

Vera knew it’d take time for anyone—aside from Luisa—to come and visit her shop. It had been a day since she had spoken to her son, and she had fortunately seen Agustín leading his disgruntled wife through town during the morning to—she hoped— was Dr Lopez.

But she had thankfully caught one of the Madrigal she had seen rarely about since she had heard his return. So, she had invited him into her shop at lunch after most of the girls had hurried to eat with their families. The fact he had without a second invitation was a surprise, despite also not going home for lunch either but she was glad to see him sit down and she put together a cup of chocolate Santafereño and a few buñuelos she had since she didn’t like his too-thin frame.

Bruno sat, a little awkwardly but seemed to enjoy it, though seemed to knock on wood stool often which seemed to settle him more.

“How would you like to be addressed, Señor Madrigal or Bruno?” Vera asked politely, as she took a seat and picked up her own crocheting, and began to continue.

Bruno looked up in surprise. “Er… Oh, Bruno’s fine.” He answered.

“Then feel free to call me Vera.” Vera smiled, “I’m glad you took up my offer.”

Bruno shrugged, “A…passing sleep vision last night showed I’d be here. I figured…I’d see what happens.”

Vera nodded but it made immediate sense. The man had no release from his gift, even in his sleep it seemed. “Well, I was hoping we could have a…talk in regards to your family. I can’t imagine it’s… all too easy.”

Bruno paused for a second. “Are you a therapist as well as a seamstress?” Bruno eyed her wearily. “Agustín said you were good at reading people…”

“I’m the youngest of seven, Bruno. I’ve learned to read people by necessity—my older siblings at the least—or risk losing food or personal objects… or getting tackled down a flight of steps by accident.”

“Seven?!”

“Well, there was more and after me but nature is not always kind.” Her mother never went into details so Vera didn’t pass that a second thought. “Nonetheless, I learned young and my mother taught me a lot as well. Was…your mother a single child or did she mention any siblings to you growing up?”

Bruno slurped on his mug thoughtfully. “No siblings, but her mother was a twin. She never talks about her mother or Tia; only that she had them. Wouldn’t you know if my mother had siblings? You came from the same town and you’re close in age, aren’t you?

“Same town but different ends of it.” Vera corrected, gently “Plus, she wasn’t a Madrigal when she was growing up. I can’t remember her maiden name at this point, however, I knew the Madrigal family well.”

That caught his attention, his eyes widening, “Wait, you knew my father?” He leaned forwards.

Vera hummed, not fully committedly. “Si, he belonged to a…small family. A sister and his parents. His family owned a shop close to ours, a bookshop, actually. His family would come in mostly for a new outfit every so often. We sold things a little cheaper so our store was more visited. His family was…known by the fact his father was pale and had such a mass of red hair.”

It was a…distant memory, but she hadn’t been part of the business to care about who came and went too much until she had started to pay attention to boys. But the redhead was easy to remember as they were so rare, more than the blondes. There had been an old woman with red hair and green eyes but Vera couldn’t remember what happened to her. She knew the woman’s family all had dark hair so who knew where her descendants ended up?

“I… think Pedro was a writer? He loved reading. His father used to drag him to my parent's shop for new clothes but he always spent his money on books or notepads than his clothes until his sister cut the threads out of his shirt once to make a point on his spending habits.” Vera hadn’t realized she had stopped looking at the twig of a man until she had looked up from her wool work to see she had his full, wide-eyed attention.

“My…our grandfather was a redhead?” Bruno sounded a little excited at that. “At least we know where Pepa got her looks.” Bruno leaned forwards in both excitement and anxiety about her words, “He was a writer too? W-What did he write?”

Vera paused, though she felt…confused, did Alma not tell her son of his father or his paternal family?? She hardly felt like it was her place to feed her son information of a lost man when she should have done so. On the other hand… there must have been something to hold her back. Vera’s mind touched on her son, her lost son.

Grief.

It was almost annoying to hold the same reasoning but… she supposed that they all had their pain held in different places and in different degrees. Vera knew how to handle hers. She had bid her griefs farewells and let them come and go when they visited since. There was no true way to let it go. She had learned to cope… or risk being caught and left stranded and never moving forwards.

“It varied, I…never got involved in his work. Poems were his main interest but… his last few years, his work got more…political. He wanted to help out his town and to have more of a voice for them as well. But… typically people who got dabbled into politics or expressed their option too much were often sought out and killed.” It was sad to think about that, but she had to think that… the following of them that day their town went to the flame was not without purpose. People with influence or in a position of power were often tracked down and killed for their actions; it had been a common thing in the large, open towns and cities for that to happen. Vera looked up sharply, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…imply anything.”

Bruno’s face was…uneasy but oddly calm. “It’s fine.” He sucked in a heavy breath. “It just…. I never thought of it that way.”

“Your father’s death?”

“The senseless killing.” He knocked gently on his stool. “and yeah, that too. I…never thought there was a reason for it beyond terror…and war.”

“Encanto is a safe haven and it’s all you’ll ever know, Bruno,” Vera spoke. “Me, your mother… everyone who was part of the fleeing share burdens with that knowledge of what people will do for control and power. We were all just…civilians caught in the middle.”

“But…Pa died for a cause?”

“He…may have been a target for his public views, si, but you and your family were most likely his cause to protect from the moment he met your mother.” Vera didn’t want to diminish the man’s noble sacrifice; it was for his family and only that when the moment came down to it. An honorable, but brutal death.

“Does… did my Mother know about… what he wrote about?” He almost looked hopeful and conflicted at the same time at the idea.

“I assume so. He moved away when he married. I didn’t see him until he was leading the survivors away with your mother a year later.” She hadn’t even known he had died until morning, the spurt of magic had been a wonder and a distraction.

Bruno took another deeper sip of his drink. “Do you have many stories about him?”

“I do but… some don’t paint him in a positive light.” Vera was careful. “Why don’t you ask your mother for more stories?”

Bruno visibly deflated at her suggestion. “Mama never tells us the bad things, barely anything more than him being a good man who gave his life for us. It’s… hard to see him anything less than that. It’d…” Bruno hesitated, “It’d be nice to hear him more human and with flaws.”

Vera felt her resolve soften. It made sense… Alma put her husband’s memory on the highest of pedestals for all to see the good.

“Well, let’s make a deal, you help me find ways for your family to…get on the road to…stability and I’ll tell you all that I remember about your father and his family?” Vera offered, as much as she knew he’d want to hear more now… she’d have to steer the conversation to where she needed it to be. Less on the past, and more on the present.

Bruno hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing his options as he picked up one of the cheesy bread balls and ate it. “That is….acceptable, I suppose.”

“I am not the only one that knew him, I can point you to a few others who may have other stories as well.”

“Please do.” Bruno ran his hand through his hair, “So… where do we start?”

“Well, I’m not the one to go all the way back to the start of the issues, so I’ll go with the more recent stuff. So, to put some perspective on the matter; following the attack on Mirabel; Isa’s been punished and so, what has the rest of the family been doing the following nine months after that?” Vera questioned, continuing her work with the other blanket for the baby to remain busy with her hands. And, not to mention Isa would need a few spares from either spit up or poop so she’d happily make the girl a backup.

Bruno shrugged, setting his mug down in favor of his plate of fwood he put on his lap. “Well… I noticed they simply…carried on. A little less intense work in town but…it never overly changed. Mirabel was the one to push her mother away from the town's reliance on her gift which… was probably a smart idea.”

“How is she?”

“Who, Mirabel or Julieta?”

“Julieta.”

“I can’t say. I’ve… sort of stayed with Antonio and his animal friends a little mostly to avoid all the drama. He can talk to my rats you see and… it’s just nice to talk to someone who can actually help direct the rats to position.” Bruno seemed to lighten up more as he spoke, “He’s a...very bright kid.”

“I sense the lingering in your undertone, Bruno.” Vera looked up from the blanket, “Is Antonio alright, that should be addressed, I suppose. He’s young and… I suppose he can be easily missed in the mess that’s happened?” Perhaps Bruno’s hanging around also kept Antonio being exposed to such family messes.

Bruno nodded, “He seems alright. But, I suppose he misses how things used to be. I’ve…tried to explain that the family’s going through a tough time in knowing what to do. He thinks what’s happening is Isabela keeps getting into trouble or someone else is and doesn’t know the resolve. One thing after another.”

Vera nodded though she supposed that was a very one-sided thing that could be resolved quickly. “Why don’t you simply talk to Pepa or her husband about his feelings? I can’t imagine she’s realized among the mess.”

Bruno hesitated but nodded, “I suppose. Dolores wasn’t soft on them and… I think they’re doing better with her today at breakfast. They didn’t realize how…affected she is with her gift.”

Though there was no mistake he spoke with a sense of…familiarity. Vera could only assume it was a mutual feeling, given his own gift which she… didn’t care much for. It wasn’t relevant to her and so, didn’t care. She wasn’t the type to ask for a future. Why spoil her own future when patience was a virtue?

Though, looking at his scrawny face and dark eye shadows… he looked far rougher than he should.

“Then, as long as they keep their eyes on their children then it’s not our business. But, how are you handling this, Bruno?” Vera asked. “I can’t imagine it was easy to appear and get thrown into drama.”

The man in question shrugged. “I can handle it, just another day in La Casa Madrigal.”

“You’ve otherwise told me you’re hanging around with your five year old sobrino to hide away from the drama. Don’t you think that it would be…healthier that you shouldn’t resort to such methods for peace in your own home?” She set the last stitch on her work for now, to give him her proper attention. “You shouldn’t have to live that way, not because of your siblings or your mother. There is more to life than that.”

Bruno huffed out shortly, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Vera raised an unconvinced, sharp eyebrow up at him, tilting her head to look over the rim of her glasses. "Nine months and no improvement, it’s not fine and no one is willing to talk. I’m not above blackmail or bribery if it gets results.”

“Bribery? That won’t work.” Bruno snorted in amusement.

“So you wouldn’t like rat pockets in your ruana?”

Bruno paused, remaining still for a moment though she could see the wheels in his mind picturing such a thing with some degree of desire. His hand tugged on the front of the one he had. “I see your point.”

Vera smiled though she was glad to listen to Mirabel’s titbits about her family. Bruno and his rats were…common in her talks. She didn't doubt Mirabel already planned for that for him for his gift this Nochebuena.

“I think the problem in the family comes from one source and to solve the family issues, you need to start at the source. Your mother, Bruno.” Vera started, “I hope you’re not too offended on that?”

Bruno shook his head. “I’m not… but I don’t like hearing it. I know…that you’re right. I’ve tried to tell Mama but…it’s hard.” Bruno picked up another Buñuelo, tearing it in half and slowly began to chew. “She doesn’t listen for long.”

“Then she needs a motivation to change…one that doesn’t risk anyone in the family.”

Bruno shook his head uncomfortably. “I… know your intent is good, Vera but…should you really be putting yourself into our family problems? You threw a fit when Luisa did…”

Vera inhaled deeply. “That is different. I have no intention to break into your home and catch anyone unawares. I don’t intend to force myself into a situation like that. I just need to shine a light on the problems and I can point out alternative methods to deal with the problem than your current methods. To do that, I need to understand. The one thing I’ve noticed is no one in your family is actually talking to each other. No talking, no solution.” Vera clarified. “Someone has to start talking.”

Bruno stared for a moment, though his eyes didn’t meet hers. “No one likes talking… it’s uncomfortable.”

“There’s always a breaking point, Bruno,” Vera replied, her voice soft. “Isa broke first. Who’s next?”

Bruno’s shoulders slumped “I hate that.”

“I know. But once it’s all out, feelings and…problems, the family may actually be able to move on. Be a family not treading on eggshells around each other...” Vera fiddled with her blanket. “Broken families drift apart. While I lost everyone, Bruno; my parents, my siblings, and the rest that never made it to Encanto so I’m not willing to allow a loss on such a scale to happen to my son’s family if there’s a way to stop it.”

“You took Isabela.”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean forever, she needed that just as much as the rest. The point is, the family needs to heal and they can heal their bonds with Isabela as well to the point she’s willing to return to Casita. As a family. Not by force, not when neither side is ready.” Vera pointed out, “Do you need your own vision to see how that might end if the family try that?”

Bruno’s expression didn’t change too much though he nodded. “You have a point.”

“All that’s needed, Bruno, is for the family to be forced to talk; about their problems to their parents and for them to figure out how to fix them. No matter how messy. Apologies, if they’re needed. Your mother should be part of that because she has such an influence over the household.”

That wrinkled his nose. “I’ll…think about it.”

“Then, that is all I can ask.”

Isabela gently kept her foot down on the treadle, the wheel spinning and the cotton fluff in between her finger tightened into yarn. Simple, yarn than anything fine like a thread. The motion was predictable and soothing and the sound of the wheel echoed in the silence of her room.

Her heart ached but there was little she could do. Her mind mulling on one thing

No one had seen Mateo since yesterday morning when Luisa had returned him home.

Abuelita had said she had gone to ask for him but… she came back worried. This meant the real possibility he was left to heal if he was still alive, but… Abuelita had no authority to demand entry to see him. Dolores hadn’t raised an alarm either which was… another concern. She wouldn’t notice one less person missing from the town. She could have slept through what happened to him easily.

A part of her itched to go to Casita; for her Tio. If he could see his future and where he was or…if there was no future to be found. She should do that.

But she couldn’t bring herself to leave her home.

Who knew if Camilo had told the town? Was going out really the risk she was willing to take?

Trying to seek out Mateo herself was another thought. But…confronting his sister would be worse if she found out about the baby. It…would be worse to…put herself and risk the child too. She couldn’t do that. Mateo wouldn't want that; for her or for it.

“Isa,” Abuelito’s voice echoed behind her door. “Someone is here to see you.”

Isa kept going. “I’m busy.”

“Isa.”

Her hands paused as she heard Luisa’s voice, the plants in range turning sharp and prickly before a cactus popped up close by. She heard the door open but she didn’t turn to face it so instead, she stopped her bobbin and reset to start on making sewing thread.

“Abuelito, can you remove Luisa? I have no interest to talk to her, regardless of what she has to say.” Isabela asked, forcing her tone to be polite.

“Isa—“

“Shut up, Luisa.”

“No,” Abuelito stepped forwards calmly, "Angry as you are, you speak with respect in this house.”

Isabela turned from her wheel to his stern face. “Sorry, Abuelito.” She didn’t give her middle sister a second glance as she picked up her near-empty basket of cotton, though this time began to reform small puffs between her fingers and dropped them into the bottom. “I don’t want an apology. I don’t want you in my room, Luisa and unless you’re willing to locate the father of my child, I do not want you to talk to me. Please leave.”

“Child?” the echo of confusion was soft but thankfully, she heard Abuelito speak softly and their doorway steps echoed before the familiar clip signaling that her door shut.

Mirabel looked up as she saw Luisa return to Casita, her shoulders slumped, and looking very pink in the face like she was about to cry. Mirabel’s hands tightened on her bag of sewing supplies she had though she already had a sinking feeling that tonight's festivities weren’t going to go well.

She knew that Luisa had wanted to go down and apologize, to hopefully bring Isa up to Casita to the party but… clearly something went wrong. Back far too quickly and Isabela-less.

“Did it not go well?” Mirabel asked, drifting from the steps.

Luisa shook her head, her eyes welling up. “She wouldn’t even talk to me. Or look at me.” Luisa swallowed thickly.

“Ah.” Mirabel reached forwards and gently hugged her. “Give it a few days, we both know Isa hangs onto grudges.” Harmless grudges but grudges nonetheless. “At least Abuelito let you try.”

“Yeah…”

Mirabel tugged Luisa to the kitchen, where her mother was working diligently by the stove, talking quietly with their father though…he was doing more of the talking. The creases in his face suggested concern but Mirabel led her older sister to prep the house for festivities.

“Let’s not dwell on that tonight,” Mirabel decided. “Let’s put up the decorations and see about distracting Camilo before he eats all the food.” It would be a good thing and be done by the time the food and party start.

“I...suppose but she said something and I…can’t stop thinking about it.” She plucked up the huge stack of plates, leaving behind Isa’s one on the shelves.

“Oh?”

The table was set up outside on the patio and lanterns was already up, or being put up by Tio Felix and Antonio. Parce was lounging on the floor, chewing an animal’s leg from a recent hunt.

“She…mentioned that… she has a child?”

Mirabel almost dropped the bowl she was carrying. “What?”

Luisa looked around, clearly being careful. “She’s…probably lying but she mentioned a child and the fact I should locate the father as the means for me to actually have a conversation with her.” She set the stack down. “I know she’s upset but…”

“She’s not lying.” Dolores seemed to appear out of nowhere, looking in better spirits. “She’s pregnant and surprisingly far along but Abuela’s not yet to know. So keep this from Antonio and Camilo if you can help it.”

Mirabel stared at her cousin for a long moment though she felt almost winded at the news.

Isabela. Pregnant.

Oh.

Now she could see why Isabela was so pissed at Luisa. She herself knew nothing of…the father or anything but if Luisa had interfered somehow… then it affected this…baby too…

“Wait, when did you find out?”

“I’ve heard the heartbeat for months.” Dolores shrugged, “but… it’s only recently she’s known. She had Marquez around to tell him the news.”

Luisa groaned softly, sinking her face into her hands. “That was what I was seeing?”

“Yes.” Dolores’s tone was cooler. “You’re not going to earn back any favors with Isa any time, Luisa. She’s furious.”

Luisa’s head rose, “I can wait…. I just…” She huffed out and walked away back through the door.

Mirabel and Dolores watched her for a long moment before she saw Dolores step to face her, hesitating to touch her arm for a moment. “Sorry for dropping the news on you.”

“I can keep a secret.” God forbid, she had learned from the last time when Isa was involved. “Is…Isa okay with you telling?”

“She expects the family to know at some point but… not for Abuela yet. Your Abuelita’s concerned about how much stress she’s under. The child won’t survive if it’s born too early because of that.”

“What are you two talking about?” Camilo’s voice echoed as he carried a stack of wine glasses, “plotting a prank?”

“No, we’re not you.” Dolores quipped playfully. “We were talking about…Luisa’s mishap with Isabela.” The lie was not too far from the truth, though it made her wince but she’d go along with her story. For Isa’s sake here.

Camilo scoffed, rolling her eyes. “She needs to get over herself.”

“She thinks you spilled to the town about it.” Dolores pointed out, “Lay off her, Camilo.”

“Look, if she's going to screw around then she shouldn’t be upset that she got found out. Luisa did her a favor.” Camilo shrugged, “She shouldn’t be so mad at her.”

Mirabel exhaled out, hating how close to home that phrase was. “She had justification for her anger, Camilo. Stop prodding the cactus.”

Camilo scowled lightly. “So do you, Mirabel. Why are you sticking up for her?”

“Because I want to.” Mirabel snapped, her voice rising to her own surprise which only grew as she felt the hot flush of anger rise to the surface. “Stop going back to that day, Camilo. I am angry. I am downright furious at my sister for what she did. I won’t let my anger get the best of me. I am not ready to shout at her more than she is ready to bare it. There is a time and a place for that. Not now and certainly not any time soon. All I want is to talk to her, be alone with her and actually bond with her.”

“The risks—“

“I’m not done talking.” Mirabel snapped over Camilo sharply, very aware of the eyes on her. “I want to actually move on. I don’t want your weight of concern to keep holding me back so let me decide when I am ready to talk to her. I don’t want any more hand-holding and I don’t want to be spied on to make sure I’m safe. It’s exhausting trying to find privacy and I’m sick of it.” She turned and stormed back inside, not even noticing Abuela through the window

#lest the rot lingers au #encanto #encanto au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal

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slifarianhawk · 2 years ago

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Chapter 17: a long couple days

Original P.O.V.

Tick tock, the clock in the interrogation room slowly clicked away. Then the door opened revealing my exhausted little brother. Crap, this would be impossible to hold my story of me being Alistar. He knows about Alistar's death.

"So you're my deceased niece, you look an awful like your mom," He said unplugging the camera and recording devices, "so here is what's going to happen, you're going to cut the bullshit and tell me who exactly you are."

"drop it, dude, I came peacefully and no one was harmed by my team," I said rolling my eyes.

"Is that what they told you? Then they must have left out what your boss did Ms. Lancaster." Chris said throwing a file down revealing the youngest member of the capture team had his heart ripped straight from his chest.

My heart sank. Of course, he would kill without hesitation. Stupid of me to assume he'd listen to me. With a few coughs, I removed my contacts and lifted the file.

"you got me, Chris." My voice changed to my normal voice, "You of all people know I'd never intentionally cause anyone harm."

Tears dripped down my face as I felt a warm embrace. Chris pulled me close and wrapped his arms tight. It was strangely comforting.

"Like I told you when you started this mess. You are not a monster." He said as Clive walked in.

"He is right you know. You are just doing your job." O'Brian said sitting down at the table.

"Sir why are you?" Chris looked confused.

"The mission to bring Albert Wesker to justice. It's a joint mission between The Pheonix Corps. and the B.S.A.A. The only agent assigned to it from both was Tabitha Wesker. An off-the-books assignment only three people knew of." Clive said shaking his head, " four now."

".......I'M HER BROTHER!.... WHY WASNT I TOLD!" Chris started shouting.

"I did tell you what was going on and I regret it. Did you drink away that night I called you!?!" I shouted O'Brian put his hand on my shoulder.

"We believe he has someone tailing you. You knowing now puts her in danger of being caught and killed. She has tempted fate three times and I'm sure the next time she does death will sweep in and..." clive quickly dropped his sentence.

"Don't write me out of the plot just yet O'Brian." I said in a chiding tone, "My time is short archer is almost here I can just feel it. Chris, I need you to stop worrying I'll be fine.".

"But T, you're my sister. I can't help but feel worried. He is my worst enemy and you are parading around for him like a prized bitch. I am warning you he will be the death of you and the world."Chris said falling to his knees in defeat.

"come on agent Wesker, let's get you out to your subordinates," O'Brian said opening the door for me.

"I am doing whatever it takes to take him down Chris," I said placing in my contacts and leaving the room barely catching what Chris murmured under his breath.

"don't lie to yourself....." the door closed behind us.

{timeskip}

"Ms. Lancaster, I see you have returned," Wesker stated standing in front of my desk alongside White Queen.

"Yes sir," I said with a slight bow, "They thought I was part of a black market deal but thankfully Pheonix Corps is sanctioned by the UN. so they had no excuse to hold me."

"quite, your AI companion explained the situation quite well. the Pheonix corps, it's similar to Tricell. Tabitha built this place perfectly to manipulate the world to her goals." Wesker started walking to the massive window overlooking the vehicle bay, "and now you Ms. Lancaster, tell me who they serve? you or this despicable world we live in."

"They serve me and through that length, we serve you, Commander Albert Wesker," I said moving behind the desk.

"Good now tell me, how is Christopher?" he asked red glowing from his eye reflecting from the window.

"Unhinged he kept calling me my teachers name and even said I look like my mother," I stated my opinion, and in all honesty, it was my fault.

Wesker darkly chuckled, "It seems the loss of his sister and his beloved partner has taken a major toll on poor old Chris."

he started laughing, it eerily echoed throughout my office. I was shaken at the pressure he was putting off, just like being in the same room as a demon or even the devil himself, even a white queen an emotionless AI floated back a bit.

"WHAT IS YOUR NEXT MOVE CHRIS!!! WHO WILL BE VICTORIOUS IN OUR LITTLE GAME?" He screamed enjoying himself.

Your game, no it is spencers game you are playing, Wesk. I will make you see that. By the end of this game, the victor shall be the one who tore everything away from the other. By the time this is over you will be broken and I will be the one standing on top.

"Ms. Lancaster, I want to see you

trained more so what happened over the past forty-eight hours never happens again," he said turning towards me.

with a quick stride, he grabbed my chin similar to the way he does to Excella. My grey-colored eyes stared into the black abyss of his sunglasses. A shiver raced over my spine and I had a bad feeling wash over me.

"Show me the Equinoxal form of the Angelis infected, show me what it can do." He said with a wicked smirk.

"If I must, I will but I warn you of this. I will have no control, I'll be naught but a slave to my emotions." I said grimly.

Equinoxal, the state I was in when he shot me last. My fear started to tip the scales of anxiety over. The form was dangerous not only to the entire area but to myself as well. It could expose my entire faculty to the virus.

"I have conditions that must be met though I will not risk the life of the Pheonix Corps. employees. That's something they do not deserve." I said staring back with a deep- look of concern.

"Fine, what are your conditions I'll see if I can oblige," he smirked.

"One, we do it in the containment chamber here. the second, I'm to be monitored by steve and agent nighthawk. finally, I am to be restrained in the chains in the containment unit." I spoke pulling my chin away from him the touch mildly overwhelming my senses. the familiar scent of leather and sandalwood was flooding my senses. Gods the scent was just as I remembered rich and luxurious as well as intoxicating.

"The chains are a no you will face me unrestrained but the rest are acceptable." He said pulling my chin back to face him, his scent flooding my nostrils.

He dragged my face closer to the point our lips almost touch, "I must admit Chris was right about one thing. You look just like your mother."

I pulled away again and jumped back, my hand over my heart. It was racing and my head was spinning. I needed to get to my room and quickly at that.

"It's settled we will do this tomorrow. After all, it's time for Ms. Lancaster's viral stabilizer. So we shall do it tomorrow after Mr. Irving's departure." White Queen spoke up.

"Fine but no later," Wesker said turning towards the white queen.

"As you wish sir now please follow Ms. Lancaster to your room our deluxe suite. There is a gift to you from our late lady." White Queen said.

I was confused but escorted Albert to his room. What gift did she mean, I had plenty down the line but this was unexpected.

Once we arrived at the room, I opened the door for Wesker. He seemed curious about the room. It was different than the rest of the decor of the lodge. The room was many shades between red and black with a black sofa, a kitchen, and a large sixty-five-inch TV. The bedroom portion had a texas king bed and a full luxurious bathroom.

"This is sufficient, it's no Hilton resort but it's nice enough for me to relax," Wesker said cracking his neck.

Then I noticed the manilla envelope that had the Phoenix Corps. emblem on it.

"I shall take my leave then," I spoke.

"Nonsense you shall see what the gift is too and you better hope I like it."

I was silent and now terrified. What would he do to me if he didn't like the gift the white queen gave him? I hope he isn't the type of person to rape his wife who's pretending to be the estranged deceased daughter.

He open the envelope and inside was a DVD that he instantly hid from my view.

"Go now!" He shouted.

"But sir I don't understand?" He picked me up and threw me out of the room as I landed with a hard thud. he slammed the door, locking it.

What absolute FUCK did the white queen give him? Screw these past couple of days. It has been to Hell and back. I was going to bed.

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Wesker's pov

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After I threw Ms. Lancaster out, I gripped the disk. The title on it sent me into a nostalgic place. The title was the Wesker wedding '91. It was a digital copy of my and Tabitha's wedding video. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"It seems Tabitha wanted to make sure I remember the most important day of ours. She must have had the white queen work on this before her death." I stated.

"That is correct." The white queen said appearing on the television screen, "it is one of my primary objectives, to ensure her will is done."

"so tell me what is her will then?" I asked growing impatient.

"Her will is to ensure the survival of the Pheonix Corps and to make sure her daughter and son have a future where her legacy is attainable to them. I failed in keeping her alive now I make sure everything is done to watch over my charges. Including the Pheonix herself. So please enjoy your wife's gift to you, sir." The white queen spoke disappearing from the television.

The DVD tray opened. With a heavy sigh, I opened the case and placed the disk in the tray. I sat on the sofa, thinking back to that day March 7, 1993.

(Flashback)

I stood at the altar, staring down the aisle. The music started to play and the doors were at the other end of the venue. Out came William and Annette with little Sherry as the flower girl. The rest of the bridal party came down. That was when the wedding March played.

Tabitha walked down the aisle, the light making her glow like a holy angel. Her white dress with cobalt blue detailing caressed her in a way that flattered her curves and ample bosom. The veil hid the chocolate brown eyes of his lotus.

When she arrived in front of me, my icy frozen heart melted like spring coming and blowing away the freezing nights. She was my lotus pure of mind and heart. Able to rise above all the other people and touch my heart. Tabitha Redfield was now becoming mine forever.

"You are beyond perfect my lotus, today is just another day of your perfection shines bright," I spoke grabbing her hand.

"No Wesk, today we are perfect." She smiled and we turned toward the priest.

(End of flashback)

I placed the disk in my travel bag. I dig up the past and it will haunt me. No, I need to know what all Sergei did to her and my daughter. Spencer already paid before I had known what he had Surgei do to them.

I logged in to the UMF 014 data stick and pulled up Ms. Lancaster's file. What I saw displeased me in the most infuriating way. She was genetically modified to have her D.N.A. match Tabitha's leaving no trace of his superior genes.

Sergei's note on the matter was but another insult to me. It read "Alistar Lancaster, the daughter of Tabitha Redfield and Albert Wesker. A qualifying candidate for the Angelis virus. Her mother has perfectly bound with the virus and has shown successful mutations and returns. However, she plans on returning to that insufferable cockroach if she ever manages to break out.

I have changed my DNA to match that of the previous tyrant project's subject. Maybe it's time to lead Tabitha to the end she deserves and for the next generation to take her place."

I slammed my P.D.A. onto the desk. That tore a hole in my heart. I thought she looked too much like my delicate lotus. My daughter was now a copy of her mother.

My daughter shall be the sovereign over the new world with me as a god.

#wesker x reader #re wesker #resident evil #chris redfield #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #wesker #wesker x oc #albert wesker x oc #a

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years ago

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Hello dear!

could you do another part of yandere/obsessive Larys, innocent reader received a letter from Rhae and Daemon telling her everything that Larys did and she is heartbroken and so she walks away and prevents him from seeing her and her children because she is worried that he might do to her or to the children, so her son jumps into action and tells her how can she believe that when his father was always good and loyal (I realized that this child is very manipulative and completely team Larys) for which she feels guilty and he goes to apologize to Larys (SMUT) then Larys thanks his son ❤ thank you and sorry for making this so long.

AN: Hi, I hope you like this . Yandere should not be this hot! x

Slight NSFW

You stared down at the letters in front of her. The candles lit the dim room as you relaxed in the chair. The snores of your children brought a small smile to yourself as you re-read the letters again and again. Your youngest child was only 6 months old and he slept peacefully in the cot beside the larger bed that housed your twins.

You had realised long ago that you had to act fast if you had any chance of slipping from Lary’s grip and that was exactly what you did. Those letters from your sister and uncle had only broken your heart before filling it with fear. There were accusations of her dear husband having his family murdered.

Gods, how could he have been so cruel? The soft tears you had held began to fall as your mind was poisoned with the truth. You should have left all those months ago, you knew that now. Thankfully, you had been able to keep Larys from seeing you and the children. The guards were loyal to you.

“Mother..” Your son’s soft voice had you stilling for a moment. A soft sniffle escaping you as you try to control your emotions. “You should be sleeping.” You gently whispered before finally turning around. Your soft, white nightgown moved with you as you slowly moved to stand. Your baby boy moved around the bed.

Your eyes moved towards your two other children who slept soundly. “Are you well?” You whispered and gently took his hand. You slowly moved to kneel as you gently cupped his face. Your eyes moving over to check on him. “Nothing is wrong.” He whispered out. His smaller hand finding your own.

“I miss father.” The words you had feared would come finally fell from your oldest child’s lips. “I know, sweet love.” You whispered; stroking his hair. “When is he coming to us?” Your son continued. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to think of an answer. Your fingers still played with his locks.

“Soon.” You whispered; unsure if you were lying as your mind was racing with thoughts and you had feelings you couldn’t explain or work through. Your son only pouted and moved past you; closing in on your desk. His eyes scanned the letters before you could stop him. “You should sleep now.”

Your hand reached to collect the letters but he was able to keep one. His face moved into a little frown that she hated the sight of. “Can I have that back?” You hummed; your hand delicately out to take it. “They are just from your aunty.” You whispered; a soft smile forced on your lips as you moved to take it.

“Why are they lying about my father?” He asked and your heart broke. Gods, he was so much like Larys it nearly broke your heart. “I’m unsure if they are lying.” You whispered truthfully to your son for the first time. You gently reached for his hand as those big eyes of his locked onto your own.

“How can you believe them? They are never here.” He began to babble now as he stared down at the letter. “I know…but..” You couldn’t speak to your son about this. It was improper and unfortunately, you couldn’t reply to that. His frown only deepened as he moved to take your hand in his.

“You cannot believe these words.” Your son continued and you could only stare. You softly chewed on your bottom lip for a moment. “You should rest now.” You whispered; unsure if there was anything left to say. Your son watched before wrapping his arms around your middle. He felt you melting and knew he had won.

His mother was far too precious for this world. He had to protect her; even from the truth. “Please return to father. He is a good man.” Your son babbled up at you with those dark eyes of his. His father was a good man..to his family that was. And was that so bad? You only smiled before pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“I did not think I would see you in these chambers again.” Lary’s soft voice came over you even as you heard the sadness and anger in his tone. You placed your arms around yourself as the cold breeze moved over you and the thin gown you wrapped around you. Your bare body underneath it. “Where are the children?” He gently asked; moving closer to you.

“Sleeping…” You whispered and allowed him to come close. “Why are you not sleeping?” Larys hummed; his fingers moving down your nightgown. It began to open and was soon falling down in one movement. “I couldn’t…I needed to see you.” You babbled so prettily as your cheeks flushed pink.

“I’m sorry..” The words fell from your mouth before Larys was gently shushing you.”Shh, do not worry. You are here now.” He hummed and stroked your cheek. “How can I make it up to you?” You whimpered up at him and watched as a smirk tugged on his lips. “Kneel for me.” He purred and watched you follow his order without a second thought.

You whimpered with a soft gulp. Your arousal spiking as his hands moved to his pants. “You trust me, hmm? Only me?” Larys whispered as you moved close. Those bright eyes of yours looked up to him. “Yes, yes..I promise. I’m sorry.” You babbled as his hand gently moved to the back of your neck.

His cock bounced freely from its confines as your pretty face screwed up in pleasure. “Good girl. My girl.” Larys whispered as you slowly took him into your mouth. You moaned and your eyes fluttered shut as he slowly guided you. He was in no rush, he thought with a smirk as he moved his hips.

His head fell back as your hands moved to stroke what you couldn’t fit inside you. His fingers gently stroked your locks as he quickened his hips. Gods, he had missed you so much. He was slipping. He needed to be better at keeping everything and everyone from you..but he imagines he has a helper now.

Those eyes of yours never left his own as he softly looked down at you. His moans easily echoed around the room now. His stomach was already tightening in pleasure; you had been away from him far too long. Gods, he wasn’t going to last long as you sweetly sucked on his sensitive head.

“You are a good son.” Larys gently whispered to his boy. He knelt in front of him and gently cupped his face. You were fast asleep in your bed after he’d taken you with passion. “I love you.” He hummed and pressed a soft kiss to his son’s forehead and he watched as his son giggled.

Larys chuckled as the both of them moved to the cot where the youngest was sleeping. His sweet daughter was cuddled against you. “I don’t want her to leave us..or you to go.” His son babbled as his fingers moved through his locks. “Shh, nothing will ever change.” Larys promised. Plans already moving through his mind for this to never happen again.

#larys strong x reader #request

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lady-literature · 4 years ago

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Found Family

holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop

(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)

anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig

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***

When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.

She was here to earn credit for her business degree.

Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.

That is, until it very much wasn’t.

***

Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.

Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)

After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.

Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.

“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”

So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.

She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.

***

Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.

It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.

It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.

The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.

The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.

As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.

Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.

“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”

Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.

“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”

Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.

“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”

***

“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”

Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!”

This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.

***

Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.

It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.

It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.

It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).

***

Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”

Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.

Tim blinks back at her.

The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.

She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.

“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”

He snorts. “Absolutely not.”

She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”

Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.

Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”

The silence after she hangs up is deafening.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”

His eyes squint. “…No.”

Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”

It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.

“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”

Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.

***

It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.

His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)

Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.

“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”

She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”

***

She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.

She’s seen it. And yet…

“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”

Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”

Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”

“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”

“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”

That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”

Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.

But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.

(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)

***

She meets Damian without warning.

Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.

She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.

Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.

Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.

“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”

“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.

“Of course not,” she agrees.

He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”

Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”

Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”

She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.

“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”

He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.

“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”

That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.

“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.

Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.

***

The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.

“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”

She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.

The response does not abate her confusion.

“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.

The two brothers share a look.

“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.

Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”

But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.

“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”

Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”

She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.

But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)

She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.

“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”

Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”

Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.

She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”

Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”

She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.

***

Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.

It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.

The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.

He takes it better than expected.

(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)

***

Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.

They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.

But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.

And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.

It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.

Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.

Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.

Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.

“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.

She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.

“I’m definitely not doing that.”

Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”

He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”

She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.

“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”

He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”

“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.

“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.

He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.

***

Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.

During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.

But Dick just can’t take the hint.

Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)

Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.

***

It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.

They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.

For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.

“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”

A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”

“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.

“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”

The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”

She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”

Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”

He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”

Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.

“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.

“Mine, obviously.”

She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”

Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.

Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.

“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”

His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”

Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”

His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”

And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.

Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”

She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”

He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.

“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.

Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.

He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.

Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”

She blinks. “Can you what?”

“Kiss you.”

The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.

His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.

Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.

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reading the crossover headcanons for TOH was amazing!

i wanted to request a crossover with TOH and Steven Universe if possible! (also with Hunter x Reader) You can decide between reader being half-gem, like Steven, or fully gem! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay! Aand I really love your headcanons! You make them long and detailed! It's truly amazing.

Crossover Headcanons | SU x TOH [Hunter x Gem//Hybrid!Reader]

thank you for requesting, anon

These are written with a gender neutral reader in mind and have a general chronology from the reader’s last moments in little homeworld until they end up with Hunter, so apologies if this gets long!

Note : this is the first time I’ve written for the SU canon, so I’m not as experienced with that universe. Also my portrayal of these characters is still pretty rocky, so I may rework this in the future.

The first few months you spent in Little Homeworld had felt almost like a dream come to life; freedom to be yourself and explore a world full of organic life without the restrictions placed on you by the diamonds? It was fantastic! However, that feeling of unrestricted feeling soon started to grow stale as you realise that the growth of the small colony had already started to stagnate—and that not all humans were welcoming of intergalactic immigrants like your kind.

So to ease your mind you opted to take the warp to the next star system over—craving that same sense of excitement that you had during the gem war

Simply standing on the warp again was enough to get your blood pumping with a reignited vigour for exploration

A feeling so palpable that you failed to notice the array of spindly cracks that spanned the surface of the device, and the way that a sickly dull light pulsated beneath your feet (the sight accompanied by a warning hum far too low for you to notice)

Though you couldn’t ignore the way the warp didn’t immediately go off like usual, nor could you neglect the searing pain that spread through your veins and constricted your throat; leaving you in so much pain that you couldn’t even move or scream before your vision was engulfed in a glitching, sickeningly bright light

It must have been several hours later when you woke up, based on how high the sun was in the sky… was the sky that red before?

Your head was pounding and although your vision was blurry, yet you couldn’t ignore how different your surroundings were from the earth you were used to

The sky was a faint red and the ground beneath your feet was dusted with deep maroon grass—it was soft and warm under your fingertips but with how much organic matter there was you knew that this wasn’t a colony

Hell, you didn’t even arrive on a warp on this end, so either you had been transported to somewhere else because a malfunction (unusual, but likely) or someone had taken you from the receiving warp and dropped you off in the middle of a clearing (far less likely)

Suddenly struck with worry, you sat up and moved your clothes to get a good look at your gem, letting out a relieved sigh when you saw it undamaged (clearly you’d landed where you woke up as most organics would have tried to remove it from your body before dumping you)

Realising that you were mostly safe you slowly rose to your feet and decided to explore your new environment, hand hovering near your gem in case you needed to defend yourself from whatever creatures had made their home here—trying to make yourself appear as small, quiet and unnoticeable as possible as you went

However, your efforts seemed to be in vein as you were quickly greeted by an excitable and loud human girl who practically screamed her welcome to you

You were torn between fleeing and fighting her when she offered her hand and introduced herself as “Luz the human”, her demeanour quite closely mirroring what you’d heard about Steven when he was younger from his mothers—it was almost endearing how much she tried to hold in her joy at seeing another “human”. You almost didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth as she walked you back to her home.

You were accosted at the door by an organic tube with an owl’s face that quickly and gleefully introduced itself as Hooty—the creepy, but rather friendly, house demon

Luz made an effort to hastily brush him off and hurry you both inside where you met with the other two inhabitants of the home as well as Luz’s “awesome girlfriend”, Amity.

Eda, an older witch with grey hair that hardly suited her age, greeted you with muted suspicion, not even taking her eyes off of you as she addressed the human at your side—seemingly unsure of your motives but trusting herself to be stronger than you (if her grip on her staff was anything to go by)

King, however, was much more brazen and blatant in his distrust of you, stomping over and pointing an accusing claw up at you as he threatened you in every way he could muster (even if all that got him was a halfhearted coo from you that left the creature more frustrated and downtrodden than before)

The guest, Amity, meanwhile, looked over at you with disinterest before she caught a glimpse of your (colour) gem peeking out from your clothing—immediately pointing it out and questioning you about it, much to your chagrin

This inevitably led to a very long and semi-complicated conversation discussing the intricacies of your species and how, no, you’re technically not a human

No you weren’t trying to deceive Luz, either, you just felt too awkward to correct her

But when all was said and done (and you were all out of steam after a several hour session of intense questioning and frustration at miscommunications) they seemed much more relaxed around you—even willing to let you stay with them, at Luz’s request, so long as you pulled your weight around the house and helped to keep them safe

And, really, how hard could that be? You fought in an intergalactic war so taking out a few organics should be a piece of cake (as Steven would say)

After spending a few weeks in this strange new world you had come to realise one specific thing; it wasn’t easy. It was, in fact, the exact opposite.

If you had to bubble one more guard you were going to scream

What had they done to make this Emperor hate them so much?

It felt as though half of your time was spent bubbling, blocking or disabling people that had made their way to the Owl House—and the rest was spent painstakingly explaining your abilities and species to Amity, Lilith and Luz

Granted, that wasn’t the most stressful part of your stay

That was hands down the stresses that came with visits from Luz’s friends from Hexside: the endlessly kind and protective Willow and the ever-curious and annoyingly quick witted Gus

That being said, you did appreciate their enthusiasm to learn about and accommodate you—even if the look Willow gave you when you spoke about the empire’s treatment of organic life did leave you rather shaken

So what little free time you had was spent learning about the local culture and sharing your experiences with them

Training with Amity and Eda

Helping Willow with her plants in whatever way you can based on your gem

Creating gem clones to help Gus perfect his illusions even further

Teaching Lilith and Luz about your abilities as well as those of your fellow gems, even helping the latter learn to write using gem glyphs

It was heartwarming to see others so passionate about your home, even if their insistence on pushing you to your limits could be rather frustrating (especially early in the mornings when your patience ran thin)

However, the longer you spent there the more members of the Emperor’s Coven (amongst others) you ended up coming across. One particularly memorable instance occurred when you were escorting a fretting Amity through Bonesborough with the twins (who’s presence you had grown rather fond of as their visits became more frequent).

Ed had dragged Em back to the library a good few minutes ago, leaving you and Amity to your own decides as you weaved in and out of the foot traffic—only to stop completely when the youngest Blight suddenly froze before grabbing your hand and darting off to an adjacent alleyway

As you went to protest, she promptly clamped one hand over your mouth and gestured rather violently for you to stay quiet before nodding towards a figure just a bit away from you

From the golden mask and white cloak you knew they were a member of the Emperor’s Coven—but you’d seen them before, on the posters littered around the city, each exploring passersby to join their coven

Golden Guard

That was a definite threat

So you passed the girl a spare cloak and did what you could to mask your own appearance before carefully making your way back home, shopping be damned—one hand over your gem just in case he happened to notice you

Though thankfully he didn’t

Not that it stopped you from filing him away as someone to be wary of anyway; he was the emperor’s right hand man, after all, so there was no such thing as being “too cautious”

And for a while that’s exactly what it was, not that you saw much of him that is, but from what you’d been told about Luz and Amity’s run ins with him you were glad to have never seen him face-to-face. If you had, you were almost certain he wouldn’t come out unscathed—teenage protege or not.

So with all that in mind, the last that you were expecting to see on a relatively peaceful Saturday evening was the unmasked Golden Guard practically unconscious and leaning on Luz and Eda for support as they burst through the door

Completely ignoring Hooty as usual as they carefully laid him down on the seat beside you (after you’d hurriedly gotten up, that is)

He looked to be in an awful state, with his visible skin bloodied, bruised and scarred whilst his usually pristine uniform was tattered and caked in dirt and what seemed to be even more of his blood

Seeming to notice your distress, Eda briefly addressed you and her sister before sending you all off to gather supplies (or heal if your gem allowed it)

“The kid’s been through a lot, but he’s with us now. Trust me, I wouldn’t have carried him all this way if I had any doubts about it.”

And that was that

It took Hunter (as he introduced himself) over a week to even be able to get out of bed and walk around unassisted—and whilst he actively avoided speaking about what had happened to him, you had a feeling that Belos was somehow involved

Though things were still rather tense for a month or so after he arrived, no matter how hard Luz tried to integrate him (and no matter how polite and welcoming Willow and Gus tried to be)

And you didn’t even want to recall the shouting match that occurred when Amity saw him in the living room with Luz….

It seemed as though he was just more content to shut himself away with L’il Rascal and only interact with Luz and Eda; the former to learn from her and the latter because she wouldn’t let him get away with anything but

That wasn’t even mentioning the palpable tension between him and Lilith (she would only say that it was from their time in the coven—and Luz suspected he’d annoyed her a bit too much—but nothing else would come of it)

But the others were worried about him, so you were sent in as a neutral party to talk with him about… things. You weren’t really told what and you didn’t have the time to ask.

Initially he was incredibly closed off and would only address you briefly, barely even acknowledging your presence as he gave his full attention to the scattered papers on his desk, each depicting a different spell and each ever so slightly off

So, as gently as you could you took the quill from him and drew a simple glyph on a spare scalp of paper, carefully leading him through the motions before leaning back and activating the spell (and smiling at his much more openly interested expression)

That then sparked a deep conversation about different types of magic—specifically wild magic and glyphs—as you shared what you knew about the topic with one another, every so often breaking off into laughter or patient silence as he’d run across the room to show you his notes or books he’d found

Naturally this would lead to him asking you about where you came from and you discussing your origins with him

Homeworld

The Diamond Authority

The gem war

Colonies

Soldiers

Shattering

The Crystal Gems

Everything

He was incredibly easy to talk to as he listened with a genuine intensity to what you said, nodding along and even asking well thought out questions about your world where appropriate

Depending on how close you were, he may even ask to see your gem and ask about its purpose

If you let him touch it, he’d be so very gentle, almost treating you as though you were made of glass—maybe even sketching it down and noting down your abilities and weaknesses in his personal notebook and apologising if it was weird

This mutual interest in magic and your shared experiences of either having to conform to a specific role your whole life [full gem reader] or feeling out of place and weaker because of your shortcomings [half gem reader] would be the basis of your friendship turned relationship. The transition between the two would be so incredibly seamless and slow that you wouldn’t even notice it happening—one moment you two were best friends sparring and the next you were hiding your blushing face in his neck as he hugs you and apologises for hitting you a bit too hard with his magic.

Your relationship would be sweet and slow and genuine

Hunter is new to receiving any kind of affection, so you’d probably have to teach him a thing or two—but he’d learn quite quickly so don’t worry

He’d spend hours studying your culture and language just to write you notes or offer you affirmations in ways unique to your culture, even calling you “my (Y/n)” after a while

Likewise, the first time you called him “my Hunter” he was left red in the face for the rest of the day (he loved it, though, so don’t stop)

But the moment someone makes a teasing remark about how soft he’s gotten (usually one of the Blight siblings or his own younger sister figure, Luz), Hunter will partially revert to being cold in public (whilst still being affectionate and openly touch starved in private)

In short, your relationship with him would be built on a foundation of mutual trust, affection and understanding that sprouted from friendship and honest conversations about your passions and pasts

#reader insert #sleepingdeath hub #hcs #headcanons #steven universe #su #toh x su #the owl house #the owl house x reader #the owl house golden guard #the owl house hunter #toh #toh x reader #toh golden guard #toh hunter #hunter x reader #golden guard x reader

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