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Tenth Lord in Jupiter Nakshatras

Thanks for your patience in waiting for the next part of the series - I’m glad you guys are interested. As always, recorded for my own benefit, published for yours. General disclaimer is in my bio. Credit to KRSchannel for inspiring this post.

Find your 10th lord here, and find your 10th lord’s nakshatra here.

The 10th house rules our life’s honor. It represents the services we perform for society as well as the reputation we earn as a result. It is associated with the father and the career because traditionally, this is where both our standing in society and the role we performed in society would come from - inherited through the father’s family line. However, in our contemporary world, this isn’t always the case, which is why it’s important to know the grander themes at play.

The three Jupiter-ruled nakshatras are Punarvasu, Vishakha, and Purva Bhadrapada.

Jupiter is a planetary object that represents ascension, expansion, and union. It is the aspiration that guides us to our greatest heights, and the intangible whole comprised of all pieces, parts, and individuals. Channeling Jupiter means to take the role of the collective in our capacity as an individual, such as sharing our experiences to better the understanding of others, or discovering, exploring, and sharing universal truths that connect everyone. This is why Jupiter is associated with the partner. Venus is like the practical partner, who represents our own earthly values, but Jupiter is the soulmate, who allows us to ascend beyond the self, uniting physical with spiritual. Jupiter obscures, elevates, and enlightens, offering both afterlife and a life purpose.

DO YOU HAVE YOUR 10TH LORD IN A JUPITER-RULED NAKSHATRA? THAT MEANS YOU…

Audrey Hepburn, Amelia Earhart, and Kendrick Lamar all have their tenth lords in Jupiter ruled nakshatras. Audrey’s is in Punarvasu, Anne’s is in Vishakha, and Kendrick’s is in Purva Bhadrapda.

… AND THE PUBLIC MUTUALLY TEACH, EVOLVE, AND MYTHOLOGIZE ONE ANOTHER.

This placement produces an individual who is not content to engage with either their vocation or their society as a means to an end. These natives rather prefer to approach their public life, and the concept of the public itself often enough, as deeply meaningful and containing a higher purpose. Here you find individuals who shake up their industry by introducing cultures of open-mindedness and experimentation, as often as you find those who pursue their far-flung, lofty legacies at the expense of their health, relationships, privacy, and even life.

Jupiter's fame is more particular to how its influence manifests than to the amount of or method by which it was accrued. Whether you're looking at canon-defining classics, the celebrity of subculture, or the first individual of a certain kind to succeed in this or that field, you're looking at a Jovian native whose legacy serves to teach the public, and expand how the public defines itself. Of course, anyone can push boundaries, but these natives are most likely to be remembered for the barriers they break, and the lessons they taught in the process.

MORE ON THE SPECIFICS OF PUNARVASU, VISHAKHA, AND PURVA BHADRAPADA BELOW!

IF PUNARVASU RULES THE TENTH LORD, YOU…

Sharon Tate, David Beckham, and Halle Berry all have their tenth lords in Punarvasu. Others with this placement are William Shakespeare, Aretha Franklin, Amy Adams, J. M. Barrie, Debbie Harry, Al Gore, Alannis Morisette, Naomi Judd, Stephen King, Tony Curtis, Eddie Murphy, Gisele Bündchen, Werner Herzog, and Courtney Love.

Take public responses to your behavior personally, even finding it difficult to separate your identity from your reputation at first.

Are likely to be known for your professional value on an individual level, as a matter of skill, rather than as a team member or leader.

May benefit from a mentor who takes you under their wing, or may play such a role to new incomers to your field or workplace.

Count on your inborn charm to buoy you through scandal.

Transform your persona with age to appeal to new expectations.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Travel is an expected part of your job, and public service you perform in foreign places seems to leave a greater impact.

Early on in life, key marriages and romantic partnerships can interfere with your career and social status, or vice versa.

Engaging in social service, partaking in cultural traditions, and organizing society-wide events, is spiritually cleansing, and allows you to reintegrate your public persona and personal identity.

Others imbue you with moral authority you are not prepared to shoulder, potentially leading to unearned imposter syndrome.

A pattern of being publicly linked to 'someone else': a role you have played, a title you've been given, a superior who enhances your image, a teammate who steals your valor, etc.

PUNARVASU is the Star of Renewal. Industries and career types favored are those involving archetypes, exploration, drama, history, innovation, education, spirituality, relationships, care-taking, healing, delivery, narrative, articulation, influence, and transportation.

IF VISHAKHA RULES THE TENTH LORD, YOU…

Anne Hathaway, Usher, and Billy Idol all have their tenth lords in Vishakha. Others with this placement are Dodi Al Fayed, Steven Spielberg, Susan Sarandon, Winston Churchill, Giorgio Armani, Martin Luther, Patti Page, H. G. Wells, Martin Scorsese, Analeigh Tipton, Joel Coen, Megan Mullaly, Richard Strauss, CM Punk, Georgia O'Keefe, John Cleese, Monica Vitti, Ashanti, and Mary, Queen of Scots.

Naturally come to occupy positions of authority in the industries of your mastery, if not through literal rank than socially/morally.

May find yourself successfully introducing a new movement, genre, belief, or idea before it's celebrated by the mainstream.

Are generous in the world of public service, and will leave a legacy of having cared for and striven for the betterment of your society.

Know how to communicate your ideals and philosophies to a wide audience in a professional setting effectively, even artistically.

May be accused of elitism, pretentiousness, or arrogance, even when you try to cultivate an attitude of humility and modesty.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Your early professional life is beset with competition, or your chosen industry is somehow affected by martial conflicts.

Members of the public will interpret you either as self-indulgent and petty, or as austere and enlightened, with no in-between.

Opportunities for romance are plentiful for you in social and legal settings, but resulting relationships must be extricated from those wider contexts to establish a happy and healthy marriage.

Your boss often partakes in social drinking with his subordinates.

Jealousy is a common theme, whether you have a reputation for being jealous, others are jealous of and threatened by you, etc.

VISHAKHA is the Star of Purpose. Industries and career types favored are those involving research, politics, competition, speech, ideology, agitation, immigration, criticism, trade, exchange, leisure, intoxicants, production, leadership, personal branding, and style.

IF PURVA BHADRAPADA RULES THE TENTH LORD, YOU…

Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, and Sidney Poitier all have their tenth lords in Purva Bhadrapada. Others with this placement are Kurt Cobain, Laurence Olivier, Michael Jordan, Charles Dickens, Vincent Price, Armie Hammer, Franz Schubert, Gerard Way, John Steinbeck, Kurt Russell, Maya Angelou, Conan O'Brien, Bobby Driscoll, David Tennant, Jay Leno, Rik Mayall, Keri Russell, and OP.

Tempt others into rule-breaking and are tempted in turn by communities and livelihoods that circumvent or defy the law.

Signify a movement or change in social norms within your field.

Use your work to provoke others into changing their core beliefs.

Bring elements of the metaphysical, spiritual, transcendental, and philosophical into a more social and/or practical public setting.

Naturally uncover and grapple with a fundamentally darker side of public life and of the public in general, with too much exposure or attention more likely to pose a real, material risk to your health, security, or even life.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Your look, attitude, and/or impulses are easily congealed into an image or symbol, one that is powerful but restrictive, and your depths may be shunned by the public or authorities as a result.

Anyone who tries to take a conflict with you public will suffer serious consequences as a result, from either your own ferocity when tested, or organized backlash from others on your behalf.

Introduction through the professional and public sphere makes others magnetically attracted to you; however, those who would already be attracted to you are at risk of becoming obsessive.

The pursuit of a specific career or end-goal, specifically through higher education or founding of a philosophy, actually puts you in contact with more opportunities and generates more success in a totally different field or toward a different goal than you plan for.

One of the most rewarding and effective means by which you can perform public service is through contributions to education and community outreach through mentorship.

PURVA BHADRAPADA is the Burning Pair. Industries and career types favored are those involving ideology, sensuality, speculative genres, music, investigation, nature, spirituality, research, administration, promotion, conflict, subcultures, rhetoric, death, and crime.

HOPE THIS IS HELPFUL. VARIATION IN REQUESTS MEANS WE’RE GOING OUT OF ORDER, BUT WE WILL RETURN TO THE OTHERS LATER. FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE WITH QUESTIONS, THOUGHTS, IDEAS, ETC. THANKS SO MUCH. PART 7 WILL BE FOCUSED ON MERCURY-RULED 10TH LORD NAKSHATRAS! ♡

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Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), mutual masturbation, cowgirl position, PTSD episode, suggestive themes, canon-typical swearing, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Part Eight of Ink & Needle

Simon's pleasure turns to worry. Amelia wants to know Simon's intentions with you. Soap makes an unexpected call.

Chapter Seven

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Happiness is subjective.

What makes someone happy? Is it the amount of money they have? Is it the first sip of freshly made tea? Is it the sound of summer rain or the smooth pages of a freshly bought book?

It could be all of those things. And it could be none of them.

Simon knows what makes him happy.

Cracking open a fresh bottle of ink for the first time. The sharpening of the end of a charcoal stick to use in his sketchbook. Johnny’s terrible fucking jokes that Simon pretends to hate but silently loves. And…you.

Simon has you. You are his, and no one can take that away from him. It’s warm under the sheets. Perfect. And that’s because you’re here, with him, just as you’re supposed to be.

Which is strange since Simon hasn’t seen you in three days. And somehow, you’re snuggled up next to him, snoozing beneath the covers. He doesn’t recall you coming over last night, but maybe he had one too many drinks. Maybe it slipped his mind and he was half-awake when you finally arrived back into his arms.

Simon shifts, the bedding moving around him as he turns his face to the left, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of you seeps into his nostrils, flooding his lungs and senses with peaceful contentment.

This is home. This is where he should be, and where you ought to stay.

Simon sighs heavily, a smile forming on his lips as you respond to him, snuggling into his side. To make room, Simon lifts the arm nearest you, stretching the ache out before slipping it between you and the bed. He drapes it over your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him. Your answer is to rest your leg over his, and for your hand to fall softly against his bare chest. Simon immediately grabs it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips.

He kisses each bone gently before returning your palm to its previous position. You hum softly, the sound pleasing, blood rushing to his groin with his need for you.

This is all Simon wants. This is all he needs. You are in his bed. You are his woman.

Finally. Fucking finally.

Happiness. Simon requires nothing else.

Your fingers draw slow circles over his chest. They trace his tattoos there, following the lines and dips in a lazy, unhurried fashion that lull Simon back into the state between wakefulness and sleep. Simon’s eyelids flutter, then close, reveling in your touch.

Soothed and pliant, your hand travels lower to his stomach. There it pauses to draw little circles, moving back up to his chest and then down again, moving lower to his pelvis, to his—

Simon groans as your hand wraps around the base of his cock. “What are you up to, love?”

Your reply is a muffled giggle, and to stroke him once, twice, three times. Simon’s fingers dig into your skin, pushing for an answer with a possessive grip to your waist. You turn your face into him, lips finding his flesh, brushing against skin as you continue to work him with your hand.

Simon’s eyelids open slightly, and he watches you through his pale lashes. There is a soft, mischievous smile on your lips and your hair is a tousled mess that he wants to run his fingers through. You’re so beautiful like this. And all fucking his.

“I’m pleasing my man,” you murmur, thumb brushing over the head.

There might be sheets covering up the sight of you palming him, but Simon doesn’t need to see to understand your touch. While you’re not working quickly, there is purpose to each stroke, and it’s becoming harder and harder for Simon to ignore the growing pleasure in the base of his spine.

My man is what you said. Simon belongs to you as much as you belong to him. A deep, primal part of Simon flares with pride. He needs to claim you, to fucking ruin you until all you know is his name.

Simon shifts his arm from across your shoulders to over your hips. His hand slides across the curve of your ass, dips between your slightly spread legs to tease the entrance of your pussy with the tip of his fingers. Your little inhale is sweet. Sugar-laced. And Simon lets it rot his teeth.

He fingers slide upward, circle your clit in little circles until your strokes faulter and your hips buck against him. Simon adjusts his hand position so he can fuck you with his fingers as he toys with your clit.

Together. The two of you are together. Your hand continues to palm him, pulling blooms of cum from the slit. While you’re pleasing him, Simon is more attuned to your body surrendering to him, allowing his fingers inside, stretching and prepping that pussy for his cock.

Simon is going to take you. And he is going to fucking enjoy it.

Your body shivers, and you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling the little moan that threatens to leave your mouth. That small sound is delicious even though he’d rather hear you scream for him.

The muscles in Simon’s arms and legs are coiled tight, ready to push you onto your back and spread you wide. He’s going to make a goddamn mess of you.

But it is not Simon that makes the first move. It is not Simon that takes the initiative.

You sit up completely, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him. You settle yourself in his lap, his cock resting against the inside of your thigh with silent impatience. Instinct has Simon reaching for your hips and thighs, intent on gripping and massaging the skin there.

Yet he does not have the chance.

You are lifting your legs up, bending the knees, resting your feet flat on the bed. Confused at first, Simon’s hands fall away, hovering near your shins. But that confusion quickly disappears when you open for him fully, revealing yourself entirely to his gaze.

Simon licks his lips wanting to taste every bit of your pussy. That stickiness needs to be on his lips and chin. His mouth deserves to worship you, and for you to receive such prayer. You open like a blooming flower, your head tilted slightly to the side as you watch him.

Your gaze is all primal need and wanton lust. It fuels his own desire, charges it to a blistering height. With one hand on your knee, Simon reaches between your spread thighs. You whimper as his fingers run over your slickness. It collects and drips off the tips of Simon’s fingers. Greedily, Simon brings his drenched fingers to his lips, sucking them clean one by one.

“Gonna give me what I want?” murmurs Simon, resting his freshly cleaned fingers on his chest.

“Asking me to sit on your face?” you tease, flexing your hips slightly.

Simon grins. “Breakfast in bed? You’re too sweet to me.” His hand on your knee slides up, grips the thigh, pulls.

You tumble into his arms and Simon snakes his arms around your waist to keep you from escaping. Laughing, you lightly beat on his chest. But you are caught, unable to break free from Simon’s ironclad strength. You submit to him, and Simon flares with pride. Everything he needs is right here.

With your forearms on his chest, you lean forward and present your mouth. Simon eagerly takes your lips, not caring that both of you need to brush your teeth. You smile against his mouth and then draw back a bit. You look just as you did before while curled up next to him, all gentle mischievousness.

With palms flat against his chest, you push back into a seated position. You reach down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his cock, flexing your hips upward. With just the slightest shift of your hips, the head of Simon’s cock presses to your entrance.

Simon’s hands immediately dart out to grab hold of those hips. In moments, you’re sinking down on him, parting, opening up and welcoming him inside. You’re tight and wet and goddamn perfect as more of him disappears.

The muscles in Simon’s jaw clench, and his left hand leaves your hip to run through his hair. To—

Run through his hair? His…hair.

No mask. No balaclava. You’ve never seen him without it. You haven’t—

“Fuck,” Simons groans loudly as you push down on his chest to flex your hips up and back down on him. You lift, roll, go back down. Again. Again. And again, until you’ve taken every fucking inch of him.

Forget the fucking mask. He’ll deal with it later. Right now, you’re his priority.

Your hands on his chest slide upward and stop at the base of Simon’s throat. You’re not choking him, just pressing on his collarbone, using Simon as an anchor while you fuck yourself on his cock.

Even if you were choking him, Simon could give a shit. Break his goddamn collarbone. Choke him out. He’d love to see you try. You wouldn’t have the strength to do it, but watching you like this above him, riding him and using him for your pleasure is its own sick fantasy.

Simon could get used to this. If this is how you want to start the day, he’ll take it.

“Say my name,” growls Simon, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Say it.”

His dick is glossy, disappearing and reappearing with every bounce and roll of your hips. There is no condom, and that too his strange, like the missing balaclava and the fact that you are in his bed this morning.

Your head falls back, exposing your neck. “Ghost,” you moan, and Simon freezes.

Ghost. Ghost.

You called him Ghost at Riot Room. You called him Ghost when his cock was buried deep inside you. You called him Ghost when your orgasm sent you shaking in his lap, squeezing him until his own end came.

But you don’t call him Ghost now. You call him Simon. He told you to call him that now, and you have ever since.

Your nails dig into his skin. Cutting. Stinging.

“Ghost,” you whimper. This time, there is pain in the way you say his name.

Something is wrong.

Your nails drag away from his throat and to his chest, leaving behind jagged lines of red. Heat flares, but he’s not focused on it. Simon keeps one hand on your hip and pushes himself up to a more seated position. He longer cares or is interested in you fucking yourself on him.

He says your name, one hand reaching for you. There is no pleasure on your face. No joy. There are tears and your eyes are wide open, bloodshot.

The one hand he has touching you sinks into your skin, the flesh melting underneath it like sludge. Simon blinks, not understanding. Why are you melting? Why are you fucking melting?

Simon says your name again, sitting up completely, his arm going to your back to support your rapidly dissolving weight. Because that is what happens. Like ice cream in the sun, your skin disintegrates, and Simon cannot hold on to you.

You slip through his fingers.

“No,” whispers Simon. Then, louder, “No!”

Simon continues to call out to you, almost screaming, his voice laced with agony. It drips from him, but you are unresponsive. Sinking, sinking into murk.

It is growing dark and Simon shoves himself forward in an attempt to salvage the last remaining vestiges of you.

But you are not there. He does not cradle you in his arms. Simon cradles a sniper rifle. All black and shiny. Polished.

There is no bedroom and no warm bed. It is cold, and his breath becomes steam in the air. Simon knows this place. It’s Chicago. And in Chicago, Simon kneeled on the top of a building with this very weapon in hand. At the end of the barrel, in Simon’s sight, is where Hassan and Johnny should be.

But the building is blocked, obscured by a massive figure crouching on the ledge like a stone gargoyle. Simon stares at a skull face. A reaper. Grinning.

It’s teeth and bone face are white and shiny, but between those pearly incisors are flecks of red. Dried blood.

Death grins at Simon.

Mocks him.

The reaper reaches out with one boney hand, gripping the end of the barrel. It opens its mouth, flashing its teeth, then bites down on the firing end. It gnaws on the metal. Chewing, chewing like its teeth are steel.

Johnny is across the street being tossed around by Hassan.

This reaper needs to fucking move. Simon needs to take the shot.

You can’t save Johnny.

But Simon did. He knows he did. This is the past. It’s already happened.

You can’t save him. You can’t save Gaz. You can’t save Price.

Bloody salvia drips around the reaper’s teeth, running down the length of the barrel.

You can’t save them. Just like you couldn’t save your brother. Just like you couldn’t save your mother.

Simon’s finger tightens on the trigger.

“Lt. The window,” crackles Johnny’s voice over the comm channel.

The reaper chomp chomp chomps. Grins.

“The window!”

Dead brother. Dead mother. Dead friends.

Simon pulls back on the trigger.

The shot is an explosion. The back of the reaper’s head blows outward only to become a raging inferno. Flames lick upward, so high it seems impossible. Everything around Simon burns. His back and arms ache, throb, the old wounds opening up to remember just how he got them.

Before the towering inferno is a dark figure. It’s just a man’s back at first. An outline. A silhouette. But he turns, keeps turning, and Simon sees the figure for who it is.

It’s him. It’s fucking him.

The handle of Simon’s favorite knife sticks out of the man’s chest. The man grins, and blood stains his teeth. He wobbles, stumbles, moving closer to the precipice.

This man does not deserve a name. Simon will not speak it, not even silently.

Time pauses in suspense as the man falls backward into the flames. Simon’s back and arms are screaming their own song of sorrow as the nerves in his skin singe. This is the moment. This is the hour. This memory is a brand. A tattoo.

A fucking swamp.

Simon smells charred skin, but he’s not sure if it’s his own or his fallen enemy. The flames rage, widen. Over the crackling of the fire, he hears a gunshot. Then another. Then, another. The sound warps, lengthens, and the flames become smooth like Simon is seeing them through a fogged mirror.

The shot comes again but it’s—it’s not that.

The sound repeats and Simon frowns.

It’s…a dog?

Simon blinks. The flames recede as if suctioned through a small hole. Simon blinks again.

He is staring at a wall. A familiar wall. It’s Simon’s bedroom. He’s in his flat above the tattoo parlor. He is in his bedroom. He is in his bed.

Simon tells himself this. Repeats it.

His cheeks sting and his eyes ache.

A sweeping wave of anxiety rushes up Simon’s back and into his chest, tightening his throat. The sound that escapes Simon is cracked, a choked sob. He leans his elbows on his knees and places his hands over his face.

Breathing. Hyperventilating. Wanting to scream. Needing to rage.

Bravo’s wet nose presses against the underside of Simon’s bicep. Simon does not respond. He does not react. Bravo whines, and forces his way in, sliding his large head under Simon’s arm to rest against his chest.

These episodes are always the worst, the ones that creep up when Simon least expects it. But that isn’t the only thing bothering him. Simon hasn’t relived the moment his entire career ended for almost a year. That memory doesn’t—shouldn’t—bother him anymore. Yet, something triggered it.

He doesn’t want to admit it to himself. He doesn’t want to entertain the idea of why. It’s no coincidence that it started with you and ended with him. That man is dead. Fucking gone. And yet Simon thought he saw him on Monday morning. Just loitering across the street from where you and Simon were enjoying breakfast.

At the time, Simon dismissed it, believing his mind was playing some cruel joke.

Simon’s fingers drag over his scalp and then down his face. Sighing, he finally gives in, falls back against the bed.

Bravo snuggles in close and Simon drapes his arm over the dog’s back. “I’m ace, Bravo. Give me a minute.”

Simon blocks out everything, focusing on steadying his breathing. He doesn’t move again until his hands stop shaking.

Groaning, Simon sits up again, and Bravo leaps off the bed, heading for the open bedroom door. While he aches as he always does, some of the usual pain is numb, like his body is more concerned about his psyche than his physical ailments.

Pushing through the soreness, Simon starts his morning as he always does, moving through his routine as a way to steady his mind. It works…enough. Some of that lingering anxiousness burrows down into his bones. He’ll likely be on edge all fucking day.

It’s Thursday, and Simon hasn’t seen you since Monday morning.

He’s been busy, but he also doesn’t have your damn phone number. If he were still SAS, he’d have your number before you’ve even given it to him. Simon is trying to be better than that. Some things are just habit like when he broke into Riot Room the next morning after you ran from him. Simon was ready to hunt you down and drag you to his bed.

While a piece of him would fucking bark at the opportunity to chase you down, Simon knows better. He needs to do all of this differently. He needs to be careful. To not scare you away or be too overbearing.

In the kitchen, Simon frowns down at his dining table. It’s covered in torn out pages from his sketchbook. After work, he stays up late creating design after design, not particularly liking any of them. He wants them to be perfect for you, but none of them stand out to him, and your approval is the only thing he’s after.

Turning his back on them, Simon glances at his phone, checking the time. It’s still plenty early before he needs to officially open the shop. There is still time for him to go see you.

Simon taps his knuckles against the wood before making a decision.

Fuck it. He’s going.

“Bravo! Get your leash!” calls Simon over his shoulder. Bravo’s nails clack gently against the floor as he retrieves his leash, bringing it to Simon moments later.

The autumn air is cool but not overly so, and the walk to Amelia’s is brief. Amelia is a nice woman, and since going to the pub every Sunday for almost two years, he’s grown to trust her. He’s fixed a few things for her around her house in exchange for vegetables from her garden.

When Simon strides up to Amelia’s front door, he intends to knock, but pauses just before doing so.

It’s early. What the fuck is he doing? Why would you want to see him at this hour?

Bravo whines softly and places a paw against Simon’s thigh. The German Shepard tips his head to the side in question.

“Fucking hell. Fine.” Simon pounds on the door, dropping his hand into his pocket as he waits for an answer.

There is silence, and it only stretches, the seconds ticking by.

Frowning, Simon knocks again. After waiting a full minute, worry slithers into the pit of his stomach.

Why is no one answering the damn door?

Not questioning his next actions, Simon tries the handle. It turns easily, giving way to him.

The door is unlocked.

The door is unlocked and no one is answering.

Simon stares into the silent house. His body and mind slide into that military training, transitioning into Ghost fluidly. He sinks down to one knee and unlatches the leash from Bravo’s collar. Bravo senses this change, his own training kicking in.

In a near silent whisper, Simon gives Bravo your name, tells him to find you, and Bravo does just that. His nose goes to the ground immediately, sniffing everything, moving in erratic patterns until finally backtracking to the stairs.

Simon nods, and Bravo ascends with Simon on his heels.

At a shut bedroom door, Bravo sits, staring at Simon. There is a tingling in the tips of Simon’s fingers and a thudding beat in his chest. Slowly, Simon rests his gloved hand on the doorknob. Turning it silently, he opens the door, anticipation coiling like a snake ready to strike.

The first thing Simon notices is how much this space smells like you. The scent of you rushes into his lungs, and the memory of the dream flares, threatening to pull at his resolve. The next thing he notices is the made bed and how there is no one in the room.

On quiet feet, Simon enters, his boots leaving impressions in the carpet.

No signs of a struggle. Nothing tipped over or seemingly out of place. There is not a thing in this room that should have him worrying like he is. This is ridiculous. Absurd.

It was just a dream. Just an episode. She is fine.

Simon walks around the side of the bed. Draped over the back of a chair is the sweater you wore on Monday. Delicately, Simon slips his hand underneath the fabric and lifts it off the chair, bringing the sweater closer to him.

He gives in to indulgence, pressing the soft fabric against the bottom half of his balaclava. He inhales deeply, shudders, everything in him roaring to life, wanting to seek you out yet equally angry that it’s a garment and not the real thing.

This has your scent on it, unlike the torn piece of clothing he still keeps in his dresser drawer. But Simon isn’t going to take your sweater. He doesn’t need to because you’re already here, back in his life, and wanting him. Knowing that is enough, but it doesn’t explain why the front door is unlocked and that no one answered when he knocked.

Simon returns the sweater to its original spot and starts to turn back toward the door. A muffled pounding sound draws his attention to the nearby window. Frowning, Simon walks up to it, looking out into the backyard.

There, kneeling next to a raised flowerbed, is Amelia.

“Fucking hell,” mutters Simon.

He storms out of the room, taking the narrow stairs two at a time, Bravo racing after him. Simon passes through the sitting room and kitchen toward the backdoor. He’s not quiet about his arrival.

The door nearly flies off its hinges as Simon bursts through it. He stands on the top step of the stairs, hands on his hips as Amelia glances up from her work.

“Simon,” she says, a little surprised yet with a pleasantness to her tone that says she’s happy to see him.

“Your front door is unlocked,” he growls.

Amelia waves him off like it’s not a big deal. “Forgot to lock up after the girls left. It’s only been a few minutes.”

A few minutes. Simon missed you by a few bloody minutes?

Simon bites back all the questions he wants to ask. He wants to know where you are and for how long. He needs specifics.

“An unlocked door invites danger,” says Simon through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I’m sure it does,” replies Amelia, placing one hand on the edge of the raised garden bed. She pushes herself up to her feet before Simon can get to her and assist. “You know all about danger. Don’t you?”

Amelia knows about Simon’s time in the military but she doesn’t know specifics. Simon knows plenty about her though. Not because he looked up information but because of all the times at Dancing Faun when she’d talk his ear off. Amelia married rich, popped out a bunch of kids, and then divorced rich.

Simon crosses his arms over his chest. “I came to see—”

“I know who you came to see,” interrupts Amelia. “She’s not here at the moment. Left just this morning with Evie. Off to Cambridge for a few days.” Amelia brushes past Simon as she removes her garden gloves. “Come inside and have some tea while you’re here.”

Bravo sits patiently at the top of the stairs, tail wagging. Amelia pats the German Shepard’s head politely before heading inside. Bravo doesn’t even wait for Simon. He follows Amelia into the house.

Grumbling, Simon heads up the stairs and into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. He locks it in case Amelia forgets.

Amelia fills the kettle with water and places it on the stove, turning on the heat. Simon doesn’t sit down. He stands awkwardly next to the table.

She notices and nods at a chair. “Sit.” Simon doesn’t. She arches a single eyebrow, and something in Simon obeys without question. Maybe it’s the motherly stare of disapproval, but he complies.

The chair is far too small for his large frame. Simon has to adjust, spreading his legs enough to not feel cramped.

“Why are they in Cambridge?” The question slips out by accident.

Amelia grabs two mugs from a cabinet and shrugs. “If you don’t know, then it isn’t my place to tell you.”

“Amelia—”

“What are your intentions?” Amelia turns around and faces Simon fully.

Simon blinks, completely surprised by her question. “What?” he asks softly.

“I care about Evelyn. And I care about everyone that she cares about. Including the young woman who you’re…entangled with.” Simon understands Amelia’s meaning without her having to spell it out. “I want to know what your intentions are with her.”

Under the table, one of his hands forms a fist.

His intention is to make you his. For you to be his woman. But Simon can’t say that. Amelia is talking about dating. She is talking about marriage and kids and what the future looks like with you.

And in that moment, Simon realizes that he hasn’t thought about any of those things, at least, not in specifics. He’s imagined waking up to you in his bed every morning. He’s thought about what it would be like to have you to come home to at the end of the day.

But for three long years, the only thing Simon has truly thought about, is how to get you back. Now you’re within reach and Simon hasn’t taken a fucking second to even comprehend where or how this will play out.

Has he completely fucked this up? Has he gone about this wrong?

“Your silence is worrying me, Simon.”

Fuck. Was he silent this whole time?

Simon clears his throat. “We’ve only seen each other twice.” It’s a throwaway answer, and Amelia knows it.

She frowns with disappointment. “It’s not my place to tell you why she’s here. That’s for her to tell you when she’s ready.” Amelia sighs. “And I won’t have you mucking her around only to leave her in the mud after you’re done. I won’t have it.”

Tossing you to the side is not an option. Not having you beside him is not an option. Simon will have you. There is no compromise.

The kettle shrieks and, without looking, Amelia grabs the handle and moves it off the stove. “Are we in an understanding, Simon Riley?”

Amelia uses his full name. She only ever calls him Simon.

“We’re clear,” he replies.

Amelia nods. “How do you like your tea?”

“All done.” Simon turns off the gun and sets it down on the metal rolling tray. He takes a wipe to the freshly done tattoo. “Want a photo before I seal it up?” Simon tosses the wipe into the trash can and glances at the man sitting in the chair.

He shakes his head. “I’m good.”

Simon nods and applies the adhesive bandage over the new ink. It’s perfect work, full of color and intricate lines. He rolls back in his chair, removing his gloves and tossing those in the trash as well. The man in the chair, Leo, adjusts in the seat, sitting up.

At the sink, Simon scrubs his hands. Once done, he grabs a few papers about tattoo aftercare while Leo fishes around in his pockets. When Simon presents the packet, Leo hands Simon his credit card.

With the transaction done, Leo exits, and Simon quickly closes up shop, turning the deadbolts and activating the security system. Bravo still snoozes on the couch, completely oblivious to everything happening around him.

Simon grabs the bottle of sanitizer and sprays down the tattoo chair. In his pocket, his phone buzzes. Simon ignores it, continuing to wipe down the chair. The phone cuts off and starts up a few seconds after it ceases.

Again, Simon ignores it.

Again, the phone rings.

“Fucking hell,” mutters Simon, tossing the paper towel into the trash and fishing out his phone.

MacTavish the screen reads. A brief flare of panic rises in Simon’s chest.

He answers the call, bringing the phone up to his ear. “Johnny?”

“LT!” Simon pulls the phone away from his head, grimacing from Soap’s piercingly happy tone.

“Stop fucking shouting,” snaps Simon. He swallows and cracks his neck. “And I’m not a lieutenant anymore.”

On the other end of the line, Soap makes a dismissive noise like he doesn’t quite care. “You get my package?”

“I did.”

“And?”

Simon smirks behind the balaclava. “I use the mug every morning.”

Johnny barks a laugh. “Oh aye, Lt. Bet you do.” There’s a rustling on the other end. “You up for a visit?”

“A visit?” asks Simon hesitantly.

“Yeah. Need your advice on something. Captain and Gaz are coming too.”

Simon returns the spray bottle to its designated spot. “Why are you calling me instead of Price?”

“Because if Price called, you’d say no.”

Simon pauses near his desk, and glances at the screen of his laptop. “Can I ask what kind of visit?”

There’s a pause on the other end. “Best not to say over the phone. And we haven’t seen you in months. Plus, Ma keeps asking if you’re coming for Christmas.”

Simon grins. “Is she coming, too? Bringing the whole family with you, Johnny?”

“Oi. Fuck off,” he laughs. “Expect us on Saturday.”

The three of them visiting him sits heavy in his stomach. They’ve all come individually, and a few times in a pair, but never all three. It’s only happened twice before. The first time was directly after Simon’s forced retirement. The second time was when the tattoo parlor first opened and they came to support him. Since then, Price, Gaz, and Soap have all come by on their own for one reason or another.

But not together.

That same anxiety from earlier in the day rears up yet again. Whatever needs to be talked about, whatever the three of them need to say to him in person and not over the phone, worries Simon. It digs its claws in.

Another thought nags at him as well, and Simon cannot let it go. He’s not with SAS anymore, and if he was, he’d do this himself. Johnny would help him, would do this for him if Simon only asks.

Simon exhales slowly. “Johnny, I need a favor.”

Soap’s response is immediate. “Anything, Lt.”

“You remember that woman I chased after? The one at Riot Room.”

Soap is quiet a long moment before he answers. “Aye. I remember.”

He’s not proud of what he’s about to do, but fuck it. “Can you find out what you can about her?” Simon rattles off all the information he has and Soap remains silent the entire time.

“I’ll find out what I can and get back to you,” he says after Simon stops talking.

No. Simon is not proud of asking this of him, but Simon is desperate. He needs to know everything about you. It’s habit, and while a small part of him tells him it’s wrong, Simon pushes it down, smothering the objection.

“Saturday then.”

“Saturday.”

Chapter Seven

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[rose24207]

Shadows and Sunlight

Summary: In the dangerous world of Lando Norris, a ruthless mafia boss, his kind-hearted wife and their contrasting children create a family full of warmth, love, and the delicate balance between light and dark.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, fluff

TW: Mafia

A/N: I’m making a „series" with the storyline of the Norris Mafia Family and each story is something different! I’m excited for this! English is not my first language. I hope you Enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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Lando Norris had earned a reputation as a ruthless mafia boss, a man feared by rivals and respected by his men.

But behind the iron gates of his sprawling estate, he was also a father to two children who couldn’t have been more different, and the husband to a woman who was his complete opposite in every way.

His wife, Y/N, was kindness personified—a bright light in the dark world he inhabited. She treated everyone, from staff to strangers, with a warmth that left them in awe.

Where Lando was sharp edges and stern gazes, she was soft smiles and comforting words. And somehow, their contrasting worlds had collided and formed a family.

Amelia, their ten-year-old daughter, was her father's mini-me. Sharp, fearless, and observant, she followed Lando around like a shadow, absorbing his every move. She had his fiery determination and knack for strategy, often shocking the staff with her maturity and assertiveness.

On the other hand, eight-year-old Jacob took after his mother. He was gentle, empathetic, and preferred books over confrontations, always seeking ways to help others.

It was a typical morning in the Norris household. The sun streamed through the tall windows of the kitchen as Y/N hummed while flipping pancakes.

Jacob was perched on a stool, helping his mother by carefully arranging fruit on a plate.

“Bananas go on the side, not on top,” Jacob instructed seriously.

“Yes, Chef,” Y/N teased, winking at her son, who beamed.

Amelia entered the kitchen, her face scrunched in annoyance. “Dad said I can’t come to the meeting today,” she announced, plopping onto a chair.

“That’s because you’re ten,” Y/N replied, placing a plate in front of her.

“But I could learn so much,” Amelia argued, glaring at her pancakes like they were the source of her problems.

“You’re not learning about mafia business at ten years old,” Y/N said firmly, ruffling Amelia’s hair.

Lando strolled into the kitchen, dressed in his usual black suit. “Amelia, what did I say about whining?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Amelia crossed her arms but didn’t push further. She idolized her father too much to openly disobey him.

Instead, she muttered, “Fine, but it’s unfair.”

Y/N placed a cup of coffee in front of Lando, kissing his cheek. “Morning, grumpy.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Morning, sunshine.”

Jacob giggled at the exchange, while Amelia rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you guys are so mushy.”

Later that day, Lando had a rare afternoon off and spent it in his study. Y/N was in the garden with Jacob, helping him plant flowers, while Amelia hovered nearby, asking her father endless questions about the world he shielded her from.

“Why do you have so many guards?” Amelia asked, watching as two men patrolled the perimeter.

“To keep you safe,” Lando replied without looking up from his paperwork.

“But who’s going to protect you?” she shot back.

Lando glanced at her, surprised by the question. “That’s my job, Amelia.”

Before she could respond, Y/N entered the room, her presence like a calming breeze.

“Come on, Amelia. Help Jacob and me with the garden.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Y/N said, smiling but firm.

Amelia sighed dramatically but obeyed, leaving her father to chuckle softly.

————

Dinner was a lively affair. The family sat around the grand dining table, the staff quietly serving dishes while the children shared their day’s adventures.

“I planted sunflowers!” Jacob announced proudly.

“They’re crooked,” Amelia teased.

“They’re unique,” Jacob corrected, sticking his tongue out.

Y/N laughed, gently nudging Amelia. “Be nice to your brother.”

Lando observed the scene with a rare softness in his eyes.

Despite his cold exterior and the dangerous life he led, moments like these reminded him of what he was fighting for.

As the evening wound down, Y/N found Lando in their bedroom, leaning against the balcony railing, staring into the night.

“You’re quiet,” she said, joining him.

“Just thinking,” he replied, pulling her close.

“About the kids. About us.”

She smiled, resting her head on his chest. “You’re doing a good job, you know. Even if Amelia’s determined to take over the world.”

He chuckled. “She gets that from me.”

“And Jacob gets his kindness from you, too,” Y/N added softly.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “I think he gets that from you.”

Y/N smiled but didn’t argue. “We’re lucky, Lando. No matter how messy things get, we’ve built something good here.”

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “We have. And I’ll protect it with everything I’ve got.”

In the Norris household, the balance of light and shadow, softness and strength, created a family unlike any other.

Thank you for reading!

[macknshift]

THE ONE WHERE . . . I INTRODUCE Y'ALL TO LEO!

SOOOO…i have mentioned leo in like, 90 different posts atp and never actually made a "leo intro" (mainly bc i have weird feelings ab sharing him heavily to the rest of the world lol) but! i figured now would be the best time to get into explaining him to y'all.

LEO , commonly given the last name SCOTT (depends on the dr!) is actually originally the main character's love interest in a hockey romance book i've been in the process of writing. after getting #sickandtired of annoying ass book men i gave up and began drafting one of my own. the main character is literally me (i mean, for christ's sake her name is sloane mackintosh,) and eventually, i began thinking of him in other "au"s (i used to do this a lot on wattpad - i mean DRs but the term AU is usually more digestible to ppl that may not be aware of reality shifting. Anyways.) and began kind of placing him in everything. a list of the drs he is my love interest in is follows;

BETTER CR : (fc silasj2004*) the hockey romance book pretty much as a dr. small changes occur but basically he's the exact same as leo in the book lol

PARENT DR : (fc jack schlossberg. yes. i am one of those girlies. i am not ashamed! at least he has morals + a backbone y'all this could be much worse) the "backstory" is my better cr dr. i'm now a mother of 3 (amelia or mimi, aged 5, giselle or gigi, aged 4 and i'm pregnant with vincenzo, our final kid,) and it follows our life after what would be the events of the book. i sort-of made it also as like a WAG dr in a sense bc leo is a professional hockey player! (but he retires 2 years before this point in time so idk where my thought process is w this lol)

FORMULA 1 DRIVER DR : (fc pato o'ward MY!!!! mclaren man ln4 U ARE NOTHINGGGGGGG) leonardo dempsey, son of actor patrick dempsey (my forever celebrity crush ugh he's so fine) and driver for aston martin aramco f1 team under #99. i essentially took l*nce str*ll's daddy's boy backstory and gave it to leo bc he is indeed a daddy's boy. the only dr leo and i are enemies to lovers bc i'm too obsessed w him otherwise LMFAO

MARVEL DR : (fc marcello hernandez (MY MAAANNNN)) leo scott, secretly the speedster superhero 'comet'. hired by my dad as essentially a bodyguard (leo's not intimidating AT ALL idek how the hell this is supposed to work LMFAO) as comet and knows me out of costume as his sister's roommate (mj is also in every dr ever and actually is here in this cr. i can never leave her out i love her DOWN) basically marichat vibes (god i miss marichat)

POP STAR DR : (fc marcello hernandez, again) leo sinatra, nepo baby great-grandson of frank sinatra (there's a whole, incredibly large bit of lore ab this LMFAO + he's also a great-grandson in my better cr dr too bc i need my man RICH!) and Saturday Night Live cast member. basically i go on snl and immediately fall in love. i've stolen the 'unlikely couple' weekend update sketch for us & he does domingo, which is my song lol we're funny for it idk

THE FCS, in color photos:

i'm missing like, 18 other drs that i can think of but some important info about him;

he's half oaxacan mexican. i've tried my damnedness to find a way to make it obvious but when i was 'designing' him (aka drawing him out) i used jack, silas (*NOTE: he is leo's typical fc if i don't have an designated one for him) and marcello as references to make him look the most like him as i can. the fcs are kind of loose for him but i need a way to like fully visualize him. so. yeah. his 'color palette' (weird way to put it but idk how else) makes him tanner than all three of them i fear. all of the fcs i use (other than jack schlossberg but like. idk his main celebrity lookalike in the better cr is him so i kind of had to) are latino, but i feel like it never ever properly translates when i talk about him bc his name is fucking leopold scott. like. huh.

he's also tall AS FUCK lol and built like a tank lowkey (think tom welling clark kent GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY) but it's mainly bc he's a hockey player. in every vers he's like. 6'3. shortest he is is w marcello as his fc and even then he's 5'11. (note in pop star dr he gets a lot of comparisons to jacob elordi for some reason??? idk my fans are weird)

he's got big brown baby cow eyes. every. single. time. like that is this man's defining trait and you know what? i would not change that for the world lol

his position in hockey is a goalie! he uses the number #29 and plays for our college and later for the new jersey devils before being traded to the anaheim ducks. after he retires he becomes a firefighter!!!! (which is sooo hot btw)

[morgana-larkin]

Alright peeps, here’s the next chapter of Mine! It’s a long one of 6k words but I don’t think anyone will complain. We get a lot of Amelia in this one as she’s growing up! In this chapter we get New Year’s Eve, all the kids birthdays, Valentine’s Day, Easter and last day of school so enjoy! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I added Donna Beneviento from the video game Resident Evil so if you want to send in prompts for her then feel free to do so!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Mine - Part 9

Warnings: Smut

Words: 6k

*New Year’s Eve*

It’s New Year’s Eve evening and you just put Amelia and the twins down for a nap before you wake them up in a couple hours. You’re both getting ready to go to your parents place as they always hold a New Year’s party and Melissa’s family is always invited and attends every year.

You pull up to their house at 8pm and get Amelia out while Melissa unbuckles both of the twins. You each carry a twin inside and you hold Amelia’s hand while Melissa is carrying the bag of baby supplies.

“Hey mom.” You say to her when she opens the door.

“Hi honey, Melissa, and AMELIA!” Your mom says and goes down to hug her granddaughter and Amelia runs into her arms.

“Mom I can’t help but feel like you love your granddaughter way more than your daughter.” You tease her playfully.

“Oh honey what a silly thing to say, of course I love her more than you.” Your mom says to you before letting you all inside.

“Rude.” You say and then your mom tackles you in a hug.

“I love you and Melissa as well.” She tells you and then brings Melissa into a hug after. “Now, how are my other grandkids?” She asks and says hi to each of the twins. “Oh Melissa, all your siblings are here already.”

“Really? I thought Toni and Tony were spending it at their partner’s places.” She says and then Toni comes into view.

“Oh my god! They’re getting so big!” She exclaims when she sees Amelia and the twins.

“Auntie Toni!” Amelia exclaims before running to her.

“Hey kiddo!” Toni says and picks Amelia up. “Oh you’re getting so tall and heavy, I might not be able to lift you soon.” She tells her and Amelia giggles.

“No hug for your eldest sis?” Melissa says to her with a smile.

“I got my arms full but if you don’t mind a group hug…” Toni tells her and Melissa engulfs her in a hug.

You and Melissa then go into the living room with the twins, Amelia in Toni’s arms. You all say hi to everyone and hand the twins off to however wants to hold them.

“You know I’ve been thinking about what you asked on Christmas, about a puppy?” Melissa tells you and you look at her.

“Do you think it’s too soon since the twins are only 10 months old?” Melissa then silences you by putting her finger over your lips and she smiles.

“I think it’s a great idea actually.” She tells you and you smile. “Probably a good idea to get one as Amelia is turning 3.” She adds on. “Probably best to get one just before summer as we’ll both be home for 2 months.”

“Good idea.” You say and then give her a kiss.

“Ugh, you guys are disgustingly sweet.” You hear and pull back to see John Anthony come over to you both. You wrap both your arms around Melissa’s waist and she wraps one around your shoulders.

“What can I say? We love each other.” Melissa tells her brother and then looks at you with a smile. “We were actually just talking about getting a puppy in the summer.” She tells him.

“Oh interesting, is Amelia excited about that?”

“She doesn’t know, we haven’t told her yet.” You say and he nods.

“Well I think it’s great.” He says.

“I’m gonna get something to drink, do you want something Amore?” Melissa asks you.

“Hm, surprise me.” You tell her and she nods before going to get the drinks.

“We all appreciate that you make Melissa happy and that you both still love each other after like a decade.” He tells you and you smile at him before Melissa comes back with the drinks.

“Hope you’re not flirting with my wife.” Melissa tells him and he chuckles.

“Of course not, I’d only do that if you pissed me off.” He says and Melissa glares at him. “I also know I’m nowhere near Y/n’s type so it wouldn’t work anyway.” He adds on and Melissa wraps her arm around your waist after flipping him off.

A few hours later and before you knew it, there was 20 minutes until midnight and your mom switched on the tv to the New York ball drop and show. Everyone huddles around the tv and Melissa finds a spot to sit on the couch, and you sit on her lap.

Melissa keeps one arm wrapped around your waist and the only hand on your thigh and you wrap your arm around her neck and lean into her. You all watch the New York concert from the tv and then all of a sudden there was one minute until midnight. You all watch tv intensely as the timer starts counting down.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” Everyone in the room shouts and you and Melissa immediately go and kiss each other. You both pull away as soon as you feel someone climb into your lap and you see Amelia there with a big smile on her face.

“Happy New Year Tesoro!” Melissa tells her as you both give her a big hug.

You finally get home at 1am and you put Amelia, who’s already asleep, in her bed and the twins, who are also asleep, in their crib before going to bed yourself.

You wake up to Melissa softly stroking your arm and you move your body to give her a kiss.

“Morning Amore.” She says softly and with a smile.

“Hey, did the kids wake you?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“No, a dream did actually. A dream where my fingers are inside of you and you’re moaning out my name.” She tells you and squirm a little bit. “I was hoping to make that dream a reality, start the new year off with a bang.” She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“You’re such a goof, but I do love the sound of your dream.” You tell her and she surges forward and kisses you without pulling back. She then goes and straddles your lap and takes off the big shirt of hers that you wore to bed.

“I always love it when you wear my clothes.” She tells you and then surges forward to wrap her mouth around a nipple and you gasp and buck your hips. As she’s sucking on a nipple, you slip your hand down her pj shorts and quickly find her clit. She gasps and pulls back from your nipple and her mouth is hanging open. “Amore it feels so good, don’t stop.” She begins to tell you and starts breathing hard. “I’m so close.” She says and her eyes are closed as she reaches her peak and then she comes.

Right after she comes there’s a knock at your door followed by a “Mamma, I’m hungry.” She gets off of you and grabs her robe while you put the shirt back on. Melissa opens the door to reveal Amelia standing there in her pjs.

“What’s this I hear about a hungry girl?” Melissa says and Amelia smiles widely.

“I said it Mamma.” She responds with and then Melissa takes her hand and goes downstairs.

“Well we can’t have that, let’s go to the kitchen and find something to eat.” You hear Melissa say as they disappear from sight. Just as they disappear you hear Caterina start crying followed by a “Mama.” You sigh and then get your robe to go get the twins. You have to hand it to Amelia for always talking to the twins lately and helping them form words a bit quicker than she did.

You go to Caterina first and pick her up and try and get her to stop but she doesn't, which means she’s hungry. Just as you’re about to leave, Nico starts crying and then you pick him up as well and carry both of them downstairs. You put both of them in their feeding chairs which is next to where Amelia is sitting.

“Hi Mommy, Mamma is making breakfast.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I don’t doubt that honey. Do you mind watching the twins while I get them some food?” You ask her and she nods. You quickly get them some food that Melissa blended for them last night and you return to see Amelia talking to Caty. Melissa sees you watching the dinner table and she quickly goes to see what you’re looking at.

“She’s a great big sister.” Melissa says and you nod.

“She’s half your daughter, I’m not that surprised since you helped raise all your siblings.” You tell her.

“Alright, thank you Amelia.” You tell her as you make yourself known. “You know I think they’ll be talking in no time with your help.” You say to her.

“Is that a good thing?” She asks.

“Of course, one of the things that children are taught is to talk.” You explain to her as you start to feed Caty. Caty starts happily feeding herself and then you get Nico’s food ready for him.

“Here you go, my little Tesoro.” Melissa says as she comes out with food for Amelia.

“Thank you, Mamma.” She tells her and Melissa boops her nose.

After everyone eats, you set Amelia up on the couch with cartoons and the twins in the play pen with some toys. You then drag Melissa into the kitchen after asking Amelia to look after the twins.

“We have some unfinished business from this morning.” You tell her seductively. Melissa then immediately begins kissing you. “We also have to do this quickly.” You remind her and she brings her hand into your robe and underneath her shirt you’re wearing and finds your clit. She continues kissing you while you’re moaning as she starts circling your clit. She stops momentarily to get you to sit on the counter and then she continues. You wrap your legs around her waist and bring her closer to you as your orgasm is building. You’re kissing her fiercely and passionately while also moaning into the kiss as you’re nearing your peak. You then come hard and wrap your arms around her neck and pull back from her lips to rest your head on her shoulder and get your body to calm down.

“Feel better Amore?” She asks you and you nod your head that’s still on her shoulder. You then bring your head up and give her a kiss that she immediately returns.

“So what time is everyone coming tomorrow for Amelia’s birthday?” You ask once you both pull away.

“1pm.” She replies with and you nod.

“I can’t believe she’s turning 3 in 4 days.” You tell her and she strokes your cheek.

“I know. It seems just like yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital. After a long birth and you swearing at me for hours.” She tells you teasingly and you giggle.

“I never did apologise for swearing and yelling at you and also almost breaking your hand.” You say with a smile.

“No apology needed Amore. You gave us a beautiful daughter and then two more trouble makers 2 years later.” She tells you and then kisses you.

“I love you so much.” You tell her with a hum.

“I love you too baby.” She replies with and kisses you again.

“Mamma! Mommy! Nico is crying!” You both hear Amelia shouting. You both pull apart and Melissa goes into the room while you get down from the counter and follow after her. You see Melissa go and pick Nico up who immediately stops crying.

“What’s wrong hon?” Melissa asks him as she balances him on her hip.

“I think he just wanted attention.” You tell her as you walk up to them.

“I think you’re right, Amore.” She says with a small chuckle. “Is that what my little boy wants? Does he want attention from one of his moms?” She asks him and he grabs one of her fingers with his tiny hand. Melissa starts making funny faces at him and Nico starts giggling. All of a sudden Caty starts crying and you go and pick her up and then she immediately stops crying.

“Wow, we have some attention hogs.” You joke and Melissa giggles.

“Mamma, mommy, can you come sit and watch tv with me?” Amelia asks you both and of course you don’t say no. You both go and sit down with one of the twins on both of you. Amelia leans into Melissa and Melissa wraps her free arm around her.

*The Next Day/ January 2*

You slip the pink dress on Amelia that Melissa picked out for her yesterday for her birthday party. You seriously need to talk to her about the amount of pink stuff she buys, but it’s cute how excited she gets when she sees another pink outfit for one of the girls. You then put her hair into two braids and then take a good look at her.

“You look beautiful honey.” You tell her and she smiles. You then go and look at the mirror and finish your makeup with the lipstick.

“When can I wear makeup?” Amelia asks you as she looks at you curiously.

“When you’re older, like around 13.” You tell her and she pouts. “You don’t need makeup honey, you’re already beautiful.” You explain to her.

“But why do you need it? Mamma calls you beautiful.” She asks you and you smile at her.

“Because I want to wear it, I don’t wear much though. But I’ll tell you what, how about you wear a bit of lipstick?” You tell her and she smiles.

“The red one?”

“Alright, come here.” You say and she walks right next to you. You bend down and then you put the smallest amount of lipstick on her. “There you go.” You say and you pick her up so she can see herself in the vanity mirror.

“Pretty.” She says and she looks at you with a smile.

“You’re already pretty my darling. Even before the lipstick.” You say and then you get her down and then you both go downstairs. “Alright here’s the birthday girl!” You say as you enter the dining room where Melissa is feeding the twins.

“Oh well there’s my little Tesoro.” Melissa says as she gets up and picks up Amelia. “What’s on your lips?” Melissa asks.

“I asked mommy for makeup.” Amelia says and Melissa looks at you and you nod.

“I figured since it’s her birthday and she wanted makeup then a little lipstick wouldn’t hurt.” You explain to her and Melissa nods.

“Well I guess you’re just a little princess today then.” Melissa says to Amelia and then she looks at you. “Everything is set up, all that’s left is for people to show up.” She says and as if on cue, the doorbell rings. Melissa goes to answer it while still holding Amelia while you finish feeding the twins.

“Auntie Babwa!” Amelia exclaims and gets transferred to Barbs arms.

“Hello dear.” Barb says.

“I thought she was getting better with her R’s.” Melissa says while looking at Barb.

“It’s alright, I couldn’t pronounce my name correctly until I was 4.” Barb says to Melissa and then you come into the room, carrying the twins. “Hello dear.” She says to you and you go over to the door.

“Hey Barb and Gerald.” You tell them.

“Well hello Caty and Nico.” Barb says and they just look at her weirdly. Caty clings to you more after that.

“Mamma.” She murmurs.

“No, that’s mommy.” Amelia tells her and then points to Melissa. “That’s Mamma.” She adds and you smile.

“They don’t understand yet honey. You didn’t know that Mamma was Mamma until a month before your first birthday.” You explain to her.

“Isn’t it their birthday next month?” She asks you and you freeze. It actually is their first birthday next month.

An hour later and everyone is at the party. The Abbott crew was here, along with a few of Amelia’s friends from daycare, yours and Melissa’s close family members were here. You all sat in a circle as presents started.

“Ok and the last one is from Mommy and Mamma.” Melissa tells her as you bring out her present.

“We decided to get you your very first easel. A kiddie size one.” You tell her as you place it in front of her.

“It’s for your paintings. Remember how I told you about them.” Melissa tells Amelia and Amelia starts smiling.

“I remember now.” She says and gets up to go examine it. “So I can draw and paint however much I want?” She asks and you nod. She then starts jumping up and down all excited. “Thank you Mamma!” She says and runs and hugs Melissa.

“You’re welcome Tesoro.” She tells her and then Amelia runs to you and hugs you.

“Thank you Mommy.”

“You’re welcome honey.”

“Happy Birthday dear Amelia! Happy Birthday to you!” Everyone sings and then Melissa places the cake in front of Amelia and instructs her to blow out the candles. Amelia got the first piece of cake and happily began eating it.

“Mamma, did you make the cake?” Amelia asks.

“Of course Tesoro.” Melissa tells her with a smile. “Do you like it?”

“S’good.” Amelia responds with a mouth full of cake.

Around 6 is when people started leaving.

“We’re going to head out dear.” Barb tells you and Melissa with Gerald right beside her.

“Well I’m glad you were able to come.” Melissa says and gives her a hug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss my niece’s birthday.” Barb says to her.

“Amelia, come say bye to aunt Barb!” You yell and Amelia comes running.

“Auntie Bawbwa! Not that I’m three, am I old enough to be in your kindergarten class?”

“Not yet dear, but you’re very close. Just a year and a half to go.” Barb explains to her.

“But that’s in forever!” Amelia complains with a pout that matches Melissa’s.

“And they lived happily ever after.” Melissa finishes reading Snow White.

“Mamma, how did they know it was true love?” Amelia asks.

“Because it was how they felt when they were around each other.” Melissa says.

“Is Mommy your true love?”

“She is Tesoro.”

“Do you feel something in your body when around mommy?”

“I do.”

“What’s it feel like?” Amelia asks.

“Well, when around mommy, I feel happy, love and safe.” Melissa explains.

“Safe about what?”

“Well when two people are together, they have fights. It’s very common and can be healthy if dealt with properly and it’s not all the time. Me and mommy fight but we always resolve it and continue loving each other. I feel safe because I know it’ll always get resolved and we’ll continue loving each other.” Melissa explains to Amelia who’s looking a little confused.

“Do you think I’ll find someone who makes me feel that way?”

“I don’t know Tesoro, if you do then that’s great but people feel love differently. When it’s true then you feel it, you feel like you never want to leave this person and your heart misses them when apart.”

“I miss you when we’re apart.” Amelia says to her. “Does that mean we have a true love?”

“It’s a different kind of love than I have with mommy but yes. Now get some sleep, it’s the last day before mommy and I have to go back to work and you and the twins go back to daycare.” Melissa says and tucks Amelia in and gives her a kiss on the forehead. “Good night Tesoro.”

“Good night Mamma.”

“What took you so long? Did Amelia not want to go to bed again?” You ask Melissa when she enters the bedroom.

“She had a few questions about love after reading her Snow White.”

“Love? She turns 3 and all of a sudden she’s ready for love?” You say amused and go to brush your teeth.

“Well they do say they grow up fast.” Melissa says as she walks up behind you and puts her arms around your waist and gives you a kiss on the side of your head.

“She’s 3 now. I’ve been told they want to be independent at that age before they seek help.” You tell her and she hums.

“And it seems some of them never get out of that stage.” Melissa says.

“You know it’s really hard to brush my teeth when you’re giving me a hug and not wanting to let go.” You say with a smile.

“Can I not want to be close to my wife?”

“When we’re done getting ready for bed then we can snuggle.” You tell her and then give her a kiss on the cheek. “You got some toothpaste on your cheek.” You say with a smile and she looks in the mirror before wiping it off.

*The Twins birthday*

Everyone who was at Amelia’s birthday came back a month later to celebrate the twins first birthday.

“Has Amelia been liking her easel?” Barb asks you.

“She’s loving it. We had to get her an apron though as a quarter of the paint was ending up on her.” You tell her with a chuckle. “We set up a little spot in her room with some newspapers on the floor and a little hook on the wall where we put her apron. She learned how to put on the apron herself since it’s velcro and we usually find her painting when we go to get her in the morning.” You tell her to which you both laugh.

“By the way, not only is this the independent stage but they also explore a lot of different interests.” Barb explains to you. “Between the ages of 3 and 8, I think my daughter went through 100 different interests. So if Amelia strays away from painting then don’t be surprised.”

“Well thanks for the heads up about this expensive stage.” You tell her and you both laugh.

“Alright Amelia, why don’t you open the birthday gifts?” You hear Melissa say and then go over to where everyone is in a circle and you bring a garbage bag with you. You see Caty being held by Toni and Nico being held by Barb. You go over to where Melissa and Amelia are and give Melissa the garbage bag. Amelia starts ripping open the gifts and throwing the wrapping paper everywhere and you and Melissa keep cleaning it up.

After all the gifts were open, Melissa brought out the cake and you held Amelia up for her to blow out the candles on the cake. Melissa cut the cake while you passed out servings to everyone. You and Melissa got the twins to try the cake and half of it ended on their face.

“Alright we’ll see you at Easter!” You tell your mom, who’s the last one to leave the house. You go back into the living room where Melissa and Amelia are playing with the twins with some of the gifts.

“Ya, hit the button Caty.” Melissa tells Caty, who then gets the hint and pushes the button on the toy and a ‘moo’ is made. You watch the scene for a moment as well as take a picture before Melissa notices you. “Amore, come join us.” She says and you walk over with a smile. You all play and have fun together until it was time to put the kids to bed.

“I can do it myself!” Amelia argues as Melissa tries to help her get dressed in her pjs. Melissa then sits on Amelia’s bed as she watches Amelia struggle to put her pjs on. “Ah! I’m stuck! Mamma!” Amelia says when the shirt is stuck on her head.

“I thought you wanted to do it yourself Tesoro?” Melissa says while trying not to laugh.

“I need help.” Amelia says and Melissa goes to help her take her shirt off. Amelia then goes and puts her pjs on herself. “There.” Amelia says with a proud smile. Melissa looks at the time and saw it took 10 minutes for Amelia to get ready by herself.

“We may need to start getting up earlier.” Melissa says as she comes back in the bedroom where you’re in bed on your phone.

“Why’s that?” You ask her as you look up at her.

“Because she wants to do things herself and it takes her longer. She almost threw a fit when I tried to help her get ready for bed.” Melissa says as she gets changed in her own pjs and you giggle.

“Well Barb did warn us.” You tell her as she goes into the bathroom and closes the door. “So how much earlier?” You ask her as she comes back out and gets in the bed.

“Who took her 10 minutes to change into her pjs. So maybe 20 minutes or half an hour earlier.” She says and you set your alarm clock to half an hour earlier.

*Valentine’s Day*

“So Marie is taking all 3 kids for the whole day after school?” You ask and Melissa nods.

“Yep, just confirming with her now. Ok so she said to drop them off after getting them from daycare and then come and get them anytime before 10.”

“Well considering their bedtime is 8pm, we’ll get them at 7:30.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Ya but it’s Friday and Valentine’s Day. I think if we take a bit longer and they fall asleep at her place then it’s ok.” Melissa tells you as you’re both in the break room before school starts. “Come and sit on my lap and you can eat the breakfast I brought that I couldn’t make in time because of ‘Ms I can do everything myself.’” Melissa says as you laugh. You sit on her lap and you both begin to eat the breakfast that she prepared last minute and everyone comes in.

“Oh, starting Valentine’s Day early?” Ava says amused to you and Melissa. You decide to indulge for a change and before Melissa speaks up, you cup her cheek and pull her in for a kiss. You stay kissing for quite a few seconds before you pull back from a reluctant Melissa. “Ooh you freaky girl!” Ava adds after the kiss and then she walks out.

“What was that for?” Melissa asks with a blush on her cheeks.

“I can’t just randomly kiss my wife?” You tell her with a smile. She then pulls you in for another kiss and Barb protests.

“As happy as I am that you’re both happy, can you keep the kissing down until you get home?” She says and you both pull back and see everyone looking at you.

After school ends, you both go to your car and pick up the kids from school and then driving them to Marie’s place with all their things. You drop them off and then go back home to where Melissa prepares a romantic meal for you two. After you both eat, you take your shirt and pants off to reveal some new pink lingerie as it’s your wife’s favourite colour.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You tell her with a wink and she goes over to you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

“I can’t wait for us to reach the bedroom.” She says before immediately going on her knees, pushing your underwear to the side and attaches her mouth to your clit. You immediately gasp out and hold onto the table behind you so you don’t fall.

Even after being together for almost 10 years, you both still love each other so much that Melissa still can’t sometimes wait a minute longer to reach the bedroom. She sucks and licks your clit, knowing how to get you to come with just her tongue.

“Oh Mel.” You moan out and grab her hair as you feel your orgasm building. Your orgasm draws closer and closer and before you know it you come and Melissa licks it all up. She then pulls away and stands back up and kisses you as you calm down. “Couldn’t wait a minute to reach the bedroom?” You tease her playfully and she smirks and shakes your head.

“You get new lingerie in my favourite colour and don’t expect me to act right away?” She asks you and you smile. “By the way would you be willing to try something?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Depends what it is.”

“Well I got a blindfold.” Is all she says and you smile as you mentioned wanting to try with a blindfold about a month ago. You then grab her hand and drag her to the bedroom and she giggles at your eagerness.

She puts the blindfold on you after you lay down before she takes all her clothes off. She then goes and touches your stomach and you flinch at the unexpected contact. She then takes your bra off and goes and sucks one of the nipples. The heightened sensation makes it feel even better and you actually keep her where she is when she goes to pull away. She laughs at your actions before speaking.

“I was just going to switch to your other nipple Amore.” She tells you and you reluctantly let go of her head before moaning when she wraps her mouth around the other nipple.

While her mouth is on your nipple she sneaks her hand down, moves your underwear to the side and slips a finger in your entrance. You gasp out at the sensation and you automatically bring her head up to kiss her.

“Can’t stay away from my lips?” She teases you with and you smile.

“They’re too addictive.” You say and then she moves her thumb to circle your clit and you grab her hair to stabilise yourself. She slips a second finger in you and you wrap your legs around her waist to keep her in place.

“I’m not moving anywhere.” She says with a smile as she knows why you wrapped your legs around her. “I’m having too much fun exactly where I am.” She tells you and you pull her head back to kiss her again. You reach your high and moan into the kiss when you come and she pulls out but keeps kissing you as you calm down. You then move your leg in between hers and bring it up to her centre as you remove the blindfold. Melissa gasps as your leg hits her pussy and she starts grinding on your leg. You lay your leg down flat and she keeps grinding on it. She grabs a hold of your hands and reaches her high a minute later. She goes to lay beside you and you cuddle up and place your head on her chest. You grab a hold of her hand and kiss it before falling asleep. Melissa ends up letting you stay in bed and gets the kids around 9.

*Easter*

“Sorry we’re late.” You say to your mom as you all made it to her house. You all walk in and your mom sees that Amelia is less than impressed and has a pout on her face.

“I think I see the reason you’re late.” She says to you and you look at Amelia.

“Yep, she threw a tantrum and Melissa had to calm her down.” You tell her as you give her a hug before handing her Caty. Melissa was holding Amelia’s hand while carrying Nico.

“Want to take your shoes off Tesoro?” Melissa asks Amelia and Amelia just crosses her arms.

“No.” She says sternly.

“I see you’ve hit the no stage.” Your mom tells you and you groan.

“It’s annoying as she also wants to do everything herself.” You explain and your mom just laughs and pays attention to Caty.

You end up helping Amelia take her shoes off before she runs away into the house and you let her go. You grab Nico from Melissa so she can take her coat and shoes off after you do. Some of the kids pay attention to Caty and Nico and keep them busy as well as keep an eye on them as they walk around everywhere as you go say hi to everyone. When more food is brought out, you get a plate for yourself, Melissa and Amelia.

“Amelia, come and eat honey.” You tell her and she shakes her head.

“No.” She tells you sternly again and you sigh.

You were trying to get her ready all morning as Melissa was getting the twins ready and she was defiant the entire time. You then hand Amelia’s plate over to Melissa and tell her to try.

“Tesoro, come and eat some food.” She tries.

“I said no!” Amelia says and stomps her foot.

“Alright I’ll give it to the twins then.” Melissa says and that gets Amelia to start eating the food.

After eating, you lean into Melissa on the couch and take a deep breath.

“You ok?” Melissa asks you and you nod.

“Just tired from fighting with Amelia all morning.” You tell her and she rubs your arm to provide you comfort. “I miss when she was 2 and listened to us.” You add and she chuckles.

“Well at least she’s doing stuff for herself now.” Melissa says and you roll your eyes.

“It takes her forever but I guess so.” You say.

“Amelia, for the last time, come and put your shoes on.” Melissa tells her as you guys are getting ready to leave.

“I don’t want to go!” Amelia says and ignores you both.

“Amelia Schemmenti! Come here now!” Melissa says sternly and Amelia reluctantly comes over and then Melissa helps her put her shoes and jacket on.

You immediately fall asleep that night as soon as you get in bed and Melissa finds you asleep after putting Amelia to bed. She gets ready for bed and then joins you in bed and pulls you to her and falls asleep with you in her arms.

*Last Day Of School*

“Alright have a good summer!” You cheerfully tell your last student that gets picked up.

“Bye Mrs. Schemmenti!” They tell you and Melissa comes and puts an arm around you. “And you as well Mrs. Schemmenti!” Your student adds when they see Melissa.

“Bye.” Melissa tells them and waves as they walk away. “Ready to go get the terrors and go home?” She asks you.

“I really hope Amelia is not as defiant as she was this morning.” You say as Melissa rubs your back.

“She’s setting an excellent example for the twins.” Melissa jokes and you laugh as you both walk out.

“Any summer plans?” Janine asks you both as the Abbott crew is gathered in the parking lot, talking about their summer plans.

“Nothing specific, but we’re celebrating Melissa’s 60th birthday.” You say and Melissa hides her face in your neck and groans.

“Don’t remind me.” She says and you giggle.

“You’re all invited of course, just trying to figure out which weekend to do it on.” You tell them all.

“Why won’t you tell me anything that’s being planned?” Melissa asks you.

“I told you, that’s between me and your siblings.” You tell her and she scoffs.

“I don’t know if I’m excited or nervous that you and my siblings are the party planners.” She tells you and you lightly slap her head.

“Well have a good summer and see you on the Fourth of July which is being celebrated at my place this year.” Barb says and you nod your head before you and Melissa leave.

You and Melissa snuggle in bed at the end of the day. You’re in her arms and get comfortable before you both fall asleep, ready to start the summer vacation.

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part Four) || Eleventh Doctor × gn! Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4...

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Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

Amy narrowed her eyes at you, stalling a bit behind the wandering Doctor, "Doctor-"

In a breath, she grabbed your arm and pulled you up to the other two. Her mouth in a flattened line, she spoke, "Doctor."

He was spinning around, touching lights and walls, like it'd help him find the TARDIS, and you could kinda hear him muttering. Your brain was fuzzy, so you couldn't exactly make it out, but it still somehow captured your attention. He, however, seemed not to notice Amy.

"Doctor."

He blinked, stopping his spinning and focusing on the two of you, "Amelia?"

"You know what could save them?" Amy asked, her tone harsher than you'd expected but she knew something you didn't.

The Doctor paused, looking between the two of them with a puzzled look, "Of course I do… What are you on about?"

Amy leveled a glare at him, and you felt something shift there. As the Doctor seemed to read her face, he backed up slightly before his face contouring into something less familiar to you, "Amelia, no."

You furrowed your brows, "What's-"

"Doctor," she spoke, "-all you have to do is-"

"Pond," he spoke, his tone more abrupt than you'd known, "-stop it."

"No," she countered and her grip tightened slightly on your arm, "-no, I won't because it really is that simple-"

"Amelia."

"-and if you just stopped being an arse, you would see it! It's been right in front of you-"

"Amelia."

"-you just need to say it. That's all you have to do-"

Before the Doctor could respond, or Amy could even finish, red lights started shining down the hallways -glaringly bright.

On top of that, the intercom buzzed to life, "It has been brought to my attention that the stowaways are still aboard. Due to this… neglect, I've decided to up the protocol. Change the search to I09-65, and I want priority on our little test dummy. Stay alert."

Your eyes darted among the now-limited doorways, and the shine of red light gleamed across the metal.

"That can't be good," Rory spoke, hand tightly laced with Amy's free one -since she was still latched to your side

"She's…" you opened your mouth, "-She's after me, isn't she?"

The Doctor paused, eyeing you with the most gentle of gazes like you would snap in the wind if he said anything too harsh.

"Y/N-"

"No," you hummed, shaking your head, "-you can't tell me otherwise, Doctor… If all she wants is me-"

"That's not-" the Doctor huffed, "-stop."

"It would let you guys get away," you answered, voice steady, "-even just for a second longer."

"Not happening."

His tone was stern, the kind that you imagine rumbled through streets, and you saw it then, the Doctor's fierce loyalty. What some would call 'the Oncoming Storm', but this time… it was directed at you.

"Doctor, I'm just-" you exhaled, shakily, "-you don't have a plan. They experimented on me, right? They want to see some results. They wouldn't just kill me because-"

"They would," he snapped, tone harsh and something in your chest hitched, "-and they will."

Rory added, a little bit unheard honestly, "It's really not safe, Y/N."

Amy nodded, her hand tightening on your arm as if that could stop you.

"So, all of us getting captured is safe? You don't- Ugh, okay, listen, I will be a distraction -it gives you some time to find the TARDIS-"

"Y/N," he exhaled heavily through his nose, "-We can do that with you."

"No," you shook your head, tears heavy in your voice, "-you can't, Doctor. Look around you- all the doors are sealing, and you can hear the march of footsteps."

"So, what?" Amy answered, her hand leaving your side in exasperation, "We will find the TARDIS either way, you don't need to-"

There was a chance there, as all of them fretted -the Doctor's eyes set stony, Rory's hands wringing nervously, and Amy pacing as she spoke. 

The silver doors behind everyone were seeping to a close, the door where the thrum of patterned footsteps leaked through. It was good for them, having intergalactic steel, or whatever it was, between them and the enemy.

But, you knew something that was better than that.

In a breath, you shot through the group, fingers grazing upon his tweed jacket just for a second longer. 

How did you pull the Indiana Jones move? You'd never know.

Sliding through on your knees, you were firmly on the other side of the door and if you focused enough, you could hear them.

"Y/N!" 

"Why did you-"

"We're not leaving you, dumbass."

It was muffled by the thick metal-like substance and the seal evidently shut.

Wait, their room was completely sealed too. And it was incredibly small, maybe built to be like sanitization access between areas, just based on the connection. Fuck.

How would you even-

You heard the footsteps become louder and you could swear your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your-

Beating out of your chest.

"Doctor," you said, back up against the metal, "-can you get out of the other side?"

"You can't just slide through the door and just-"

"Can you force the door open, Doctor? Answer me."

There was a pause, and a heavy sigh, his voice got farther away, "With time, yes. But we don't have that. I'd have to-" he sputtered, "I'm going to need some extra power for the sonic, there's probably an energy core nearby, but we're sealed."

"So, if you had more power, you'd-"

"Hypothetically, yes," he cut you off, and you could practically hear the frantic combing through his hair, the familiar pace of his shoes echoing in your brain, "-but I wouldn't be able to access one, I'd have to search the whole ship- It’s just not-"

"Okay, okay," you hummed, "-I get it. You're sealed in, and need a way out."

"We need you to not separate yourself," Amy sliced back, tone unnervingly calm.

"Hush, Amy," you exhaled, "I think… I think I've got a plan."

"Could," you paused, "Could the sonic draw power from an explosion?"

"An explosion?" He parroted back, tone confused for a moment, "-where are you going to get an explosion? There's no-" his voice faded to silence.

"Y/N, no, don't even think about it," he spoke his tone direct, and yet as the footsteps roamed closer…you still felt compelled.

This was what a companion of the Doctor was supposed to do, right? Protect the raggedy man, just like he protected you. He hated it, but it didn't mean it was any less true.

"Doctor," you spoke, tone a touch shaky and voice a little spent, "-I need to tell you something."

[pablitogavii]

Panic

Summary: You help one of your friends who suspect she is different, but when Pablo finds the positive test in your shared bathroom, he starts to panic.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: none :)

"Oh my God! I'm pregnant! Like actually pregnant!" Amelia said as tears fell down her cheeks and you held her hand reassuring her that she was not alone.

She was in an abusive relationship for a whole year and when she finally was determined to leave, this happens...it was valid that she was sad and helpless.

"I don't want it! He will never change! And he won't let me do an abortion...he will kill me if I even mention it.." she sobbed and you took the test leaving it on the washing machine before helping her up and taking her to the living room to calm down and drink some water.

A few days pass...

Pablo was packing for his next big match in Madrid, when he noticed the test rested on the washing machine thinking he was crazy but those two solid lines made his stomach flip.

He googled "how many lines means she is pregnant?" (ofc he did :) and seeing that it was two his jaw kept clenching as he stared at it in disbelief.

His girl was pregnant...and she didn't tell him. Why?? Is she scared of his reaction?

He heard you come home from Uni and he hid the test inside his bathroom purse before walking to the living room to meet.

"Ugh..my feet hurt so much" you say falling onto the couch before smiling wide when you noticed him at the door of your shared bedroom.

"How are you amor?" Pablo carefully asked thinking that maybe she was going to tell him now but when she just smiled saying she was alright he knew she was planning on keeping it a secret...but for how long does she think that would work?

"You sure? No sickness?" he poked and she gave him a questioning look wondering what's gotten into him all of the sudden.

"Not really...I mean yesterday morning I was s little sick " she said not really seeing the significance of this but all Pablo registered was "morning sickness" his stomach clenching.

Pablo sat down and she moved to rest her head on his shoulder and he pulled her closer gently kissing the top of her head. He was scared and no doubt shocked but even though it wasn't planned, he would never be angry with her..and would never stop loving her.

"Are you packed for tomorrow?" she said sadly and he nodded reassuring her that he will be back home before she even notices he was gone.

"Impossible Pablito...I'm gonna miss you every hour you are gone..both of us" she said and his face turned serious while she chuckled.

"Me and Pablo 2.0" she said pointing at the big bear Pablo got her for Valentine's Day to cuddle with whenever he had to travel.

"I still give better cuddles than him!" Pablo said proudly and she giggled straddling his lap and kissing his lips a few times before they hugged.

You watched a show for a few hours before it was time for bed since Pablo had to wake up early to meet his teammates and you were really tired from a long day at the Uni.

"Amor? Is there no more pickles?" you ask from the kitchen and Pablo got up walking up to you. Were you just having cravings??

"Um..yeah there are some spears in the fridge. Why?" he asked and she chuckled opening the fridge and taking the jar out.

"So I can eat some duh?"she said biting one and he felt more nervous with every passing moment...maybe if he shows that he know, she won't be scared to tell him the truth.

"You craving them?" he suggested and she just shrugged nodding her head wondering what got him so curious about her eating habits.

"Let's go to bed, mi campeon" she said putting the jar away and they left. She was sleeping peacefully while Pablo could barely stay motionless...he was going to become a dad...like it was scary but also some part of him only wanted that with you.

Barcelona won the game in Madrid and Pablo was coming back tomorrow. He couldn't really contribute much on the pitch considering that his mind was elsewhere but he was glad that didn't cost his team.

"Hola, bonita. How are you feeling? Have you been sick again?" Pablo asked on a FaceTime and you reassure him that everything was fine apart form how much you hated sleeping alone.

"Congrats on a win, my cariño. You looked a little distracted during the game, everything okay?" you ask since Pedri did tell you that Pablo was acting strange the whole trip being quiet and searching some private information online.

"Everything is fine, don't worry about me amor. I've just been a little tired lately. Can't have all games be perfect.." he said and she nodded deciding to let it go for now knowing that if something was seriously going on, Pablo would tell her about it.

On the day that he was coming back, you promised Amelia to go to the abortion center with her. She needed someone there and being her best friend you promised to be her support.

She was still having bruises barely healed form the last time baby's father 'got angry' so it was understandable why she didn't want this to be her life but it was still a difficult choice.

Pablo arrived to the Camp trying to call you numerous times but your ringer was off since you wanted to be fully present for your friend who was getting checked by the doctor.

"Dónde estás querida!?" he said to himself after leaving another voice mail and Pedri reminded him that he can use Snap Maps to pinpoint your location.

He never really does so, but you also never dodge his calls for hours..he was worried and checked to see that you were at the nearby Abortion Center.

Abortion Center..

Pablo started to panic grabbing Pedri's hand and pulling him to the parking lot before telling him to drive as fast as he could. He needed to get there on time..he needed to be there for you..to tell you that you don't have to do this because of him.

"Santa Mierda Pablito! Is she.." Pedri asked after reading the sign and Pablo just rushed out of the car without a reply yelling your name on top of his lungs.

"Ai chico, you can't be yelling! This is a hospital!" one of the older nurses said and he apologized begging her to tell him if she saw you while showing her your picture rested on his arm from his phone.

"Yeah, she went to the second floor" woman said

"Muchas gracias!" Pablo quickly said before rushing up the stairs again yelling your name and you heard him from one of the rooms when Amelia was already done.

"Go, I'm okay.." she smiled and you nodded walking outside seeing Gavi's tearful face meet yours.

"Pablo? Que pasa? What are you doing here?" you ask drying his tears afraid that something terrible happened form the way he looked like.

"Amor, I know..it's okay. I'm not angry...I know we are young, but we love each other and we will figure it all out together...I don't have to travel as much..I won't leave you hanging, I promise...just please don't let them kill our baby!" he held her waist pulling her in and she felt her heard melting despite the fact that this was all absurd.

"Pablo.." you tried to speak but he kissed to shut you up.

"I'm not pregnant Pablo!" you push him back a little having to say that since he was definitely acting crazy.

"What?? But...but your test in the bathroom..and why are you here then?" he said and you smiled shaking your head realizing that you forgot to toss away Amelia's test in all the craziness.

"I'm here with a friend..it was her test...plus you bought be tampons a few days ago because I am on my period, idiot!" you chuckled and Pablo relaxed running his hand through his hair before cheering loudly being sushed again by nurses.

"You are on your period! That's right! Oh Díos mio!" Pablo said and you laughed pulling him into a hug before raising you off your feet and twirling you around.

Amelia's mom came to pick her up and she thanked you for being there with her before you and Pablo went to Pedri's car to get home.

"Okay seriously guys! Are you pregnant or not!? Is that why you were googling baby bottles and best pacifiers online?" Pedri said the moment we came in and you burst out in laughter while Pablo blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm not pregnant. Pablito got some things mixed up Pepi..please drive us home" you say and the boy sighed turning the engine on and dropping you off in front of your apartment building.

"So you were googling baby things??" you ask while you were cuddled up in the living room by the fire drinking some chocolate milk Pablo loved so much.

"Stooop! I thought you were pregnant so I saved some ideas.." he said and you smiled kissing his cheek really feeling better that you have a man who would not leave you alone no matter the situation.

"Can I see it?" you ask and he groans pulling out his phone showing you some pictures he saved on his camera roll.

"All these are for boys? Were you expecting a son, Gavi??" you tease and he tossed the phone to the side ticking your sides before laying you down and hovering above you.

"Don't test me or I might get my son after all.." he smirked kissing your neck before both of you giggled at the whole situation.

Hope you liked it! :))

[cupophrogs]

Uhh I gave Ami another bestie

Full sheet

(Also the mini comic is heavily inspired by this)

[squoxle]

✏ TNAIT: Pilot l.at fanfic

➢ pairing: none | wc: 400 | cw: profanity, jokes of death | plot: intro

Not to sound like an overdramatic, hormonal teenager, but my life is so over.

Everything was perfect. I had my friends, my prestige, and my parents' respect. I was on the path to obtaining my degree and enjoying every minute of my college years. But since the beginning of this stupid semester, it has been one thing after another.

Initially, I spent hours studying my ass off, but outside of that I never had time for anything else...

Wake up. Study. Practice. Go home. Study some more. Go to sleep.

Fucking Groundhog Day...every day...

So to keep me sane, I started to do whatever I wanted and my coursework was put on the back burner. Sure, I've been able to actually hang out with my friends, but my grades look like shit.

And midterm reports will be uploaded today. My parents are gonna fucking bury me alive.

Introducing the small friend group that will likely attend my funeral.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Abigail Amelia Grant (or just Abby)

ᴀɢᴇ: 19...until August

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Beautiful, blonde, perfect body

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Sometimes toxic, mostly sweet, lowkey in love with Jake -- a.k.a. your number 1 best friend

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Horny...

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Xoey (can't remember her middle name) García

ᴀɢᴇ: 20

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Long chocolate brown hair with bleached bangs, big brown eyes with a mole directly under the right one

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Fiesty, can come off as bitchy, but that's just the way she is -- she also had a threesome with Jake.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: I honestly don't know...she's kinda hard to read.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Nova Diamond Moore

ᴀɢᴇ: 18

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Curly hair, face like a baby (also her nickname), and thick in the humblest way

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Sweet as hell and usually pretty silly, until it's time to be serious of course

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Hungry -- she asked if we could go out for ice cream later...too bad I have a family dinner to attend.

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Janice Fatima Jones (sometimes we call her JJ)

ᴀɢᴇ: 21

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Shoulder-length wavy black hair, can't really distinguish her ethnicity...but I know her dad is white

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Can be uncomfortably formal at times, but she's usually pretty chill. Don't expect to find her at a party though, her dad is kinda the dean of this university.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Neutral -- that's what she said when I asked lol

[ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sim Jaeyun (we just call him Jake)

ᴀɢᴇ: 21 until November

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Cute, sexy puppy -- Abby's words, not mine.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Goofy, sweet, and UGH! I can't even say it -- Abby's words, not mine.

ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Missing me -- Abby's words, not mine.

Well...hopefully whatever happens tonight doesn't actually end my life...

(I know it's a day early, but I couldn't wait any longer :\)

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Click this link to go to my main masterlist and stay tuned for the next episodes.

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Dada

Love of my life chapter 6

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Now at 11 months old, your daughter was getting so big, even standing with the assistance of something.  She's like Eddie's twin. You had a routine now. You worked Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sundays, and Eddie picked up work the same days.

Everything was perfect.

7am: you're alarm goes off, Eddie rolls on top of you, still half asleep " ugh baby, 5 more minutes." He groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Mm Ed's you say 5 more minutes, and that 5 turns Into another 5, and another,  and you're late for work.' You said giggling tiredly. " besides, our girl is up." And every morning, that was enough to get him out of bed.

Just like every morning, there she was, using the bars of her crib to hold herself up. The first few weeks with Eddie were rough, she was so used to the same thing every morning. But now everything is better. They can't get enough of each other.  Today is no different from every morning. She stands, waiting for him, he comes in with the biggest smile " there's my little ladybug!" He smiled and scooped her up, kissing all over her face. She squealed and giggled her little head off. "Goodmoring princess, did you have a good rest? Huh?" He cooed and kissed her head. She balled up her fists and rubbed her eyes, letting out a yawn as she leaned into her dad's chest. "Let's get you dressed huh?" He smiled.

8 am: when you finished getting dressed for work, you head down to make breakfast. Eddie worked at a tattoo studio down the street from your house so he didn't have a uniform or anything, so he strolled down in some black ripped jeans and a Ratt tee. you worked at the doctors office as a pediatric nurses assistant, so you had on skme lavender colored scrubs. Your heart melted when you saw Amelia in his arms wearing a pink polka-dot dress with a black diaper cover, and about the works biggest how. You giggled softly when she gave you a huge toothy grin. " there's my baby, you look so cute today!" You said kissing her chubby cheeks. Eddie gave a fake pout and bounced her. " I used to get greeted like that believe it or not." He joked. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips. " you look very handsome Eds." You smiled. " thank you, and you look beautiful as always." He smiled and went in for another kiss when Amelia squealed and shoved her face inbetween the two of you, earning her two kisses.

9 am: after breakfast you both load up the car, getting Amelia in her carseat, Eddie giving her, her favorite stuffed bunny Wayne had given her. Wayne had been given a huge sum of money after the trailer was destroyed, and so he finally retired and lived off his retirement and the amount of money he was given, so he agreed to watch his grand baby any time you guys needed, and man she loved her pop pop.  He had also been given a small 2 bedroom house in the end, so he had space, and even had a room for Amelia on nights he used to watch her overnight. Eddie pulled in to the driveway and you both got out, you had a little Tupperware bowl with some breakfast you had made for him, and Amelia's daytime bag with everything she needed. Eddie got her out of her carseat and smiled as she leaned into his chest immediately as he carried her to the door. Before you even had the chance to ring the doorbell, Wayne had opened the dokr, smiling as the people infront of him. " well goodmorning. How's my babygirl doin this morning?" He asked scooping her up and placing a kiss on her head. " bet she missed her pop pop huh?" He chuckled. Eddie smiled " she's had a good morning, definitely energetic this morning." You smiled and spoke up" I brought you some breakfast." You said with a smile as he let the pair of you inside. Wayne smiled "well thank ya darlin, I appreciate that." He gave you a small hug.

When you headed out, Eddie dropped you at Hawkins doctors offices and the two of you parted with a kiss.

4pm: Eddie got off work at 3:45, he had a very productive day and he was ready to see you.  You came out of work at 4:05, ready to get home to your baby. You smiled when you saw the car parked right up front. When the pair of you drove to Wayne's, it was cute how excited Eddie was every day to get her. You smiled brightly as you saw Wayne in the garden( he had taken up gardening to keep himself busy) with a very happy Amelia next to him chewing on a slice of peach he had cut up for her. When Eddie got out of the car, his facial expressing changed from excited to shocked when he heard Amelia.  Amelia saw her dad step out of the car and she squealed happily and clapped her sticky hands. " dadaaaaa!!" You gasped and smiled wide. " oh my god- yeah baby, that's dada!" You smiled excitedly.  Eddie was absolutely shocked , but after his 5 seconds of being frozen the hugest smile broke across his face. " hey there ladybug!" He scooped her up and kissed her cheeks, which were pretty sticky from the peach. Amelia smiled wide and had part of the peach in her hand which she practically shoved into Eddie's mouth, he was always feeding her pieces of fruit so she had probably picked up on her dad's actions. Eddie made a face as he ate the peach, and looked at Wayne. " wow uncle Wayne, I think those are some of the sweetest ones yet." He grinned. Wayne smiled and stood up"oh don't I don't. Little miss helped me pick the best ones from the tree today, got you guys a basket with some good ones." You smile " oh thanks Wayne, I know she will definitely love those, she devoured the last ones you sent us with." You said with a soft giggled. Wayne smiled " yeah she's been munching on those slices I cut up for her." Eddie smiled " she didn't give you any issues today did she?" Wayne chuckled " never."

9:30 pm: after good bubble bath for Amelia around 6, dinner at 7, and showers for you and Eddie, it was time for bed. You change Amelia into some ladybug footie pajamas and brushed her soft hair, she was fighting sleep. Her eyes lit up when Eddie walked in the room. Eddie smiled as he entered her nursery " hey there's my ladybug." He smiled softly, fresh out of the shower. He wore some black sweatpants and opted for no shirt, his hair slightly damp. Amelia reached for him,babbling softly as she made grabby hands. Eddie scooped her up and smiled " hey there beautiful girl." He smiled. You smiled and watched from the doorway as he sat in the rocking chair in the corner of her room and held her to his chest. Softly rocking in the chair, he kissed her head gently and watched as she started falling asleep, but not before cooing" daa, daadaaa." She cooed tiredly. Eddie kissed her head softly. " daddy's here babygirl, you can go to sleep. Daddy's got you and he will always be here to protect you." He kissed her head gently and whisper " goodnight my little ladybug."

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Anna! Greys mid-season finale!!! Any thoughts? 💚

SAM OMG I JUST FINISHED IT WHAT WAS THAT??? They really said you want a cliffhanger, how about 5? Is the surgery failing? Is Jo miscarrying? Lucas totally just shot himself, Owen will 100% cheat on Teddy, I'm literally just what the fuck. I haven't felt like that about greys in a while, I like it oaksaoksasaoks

Mika and Jules broke my heart for real, I knew it was doomed but I'm in pain 💔💔 after last episode and Jules talked about how she never felt that way before, ugh. The actress who plays Mika was killing it during the whole thing tho, her grief is so incredible believable, it was intense. When she snapped at Bailey my jaw was on the floor.

I like the way they are still shuffling around people so you're never trapped with the same dynamic, I liked Jo and Lucas, unexpected duo but I absolutely saw Lucas jumping for that gun and the fact that it's what happened to his grandfather on an episode Amelia mentioned him and Derek? I'm on the floor screaming in agony.

I like Amelia and Ndugu together, Amelia and the lost causes is a nice plot even if it is a repeat but I wasn't expecting it to fail right away. I did like to see her stumble a little bit, they've been using her too much as the Wise Person, seeing her stress about herself a little bit was fun, I am wondering how this will affect her especially if Lucas did get shot.

Jo and Link are killing me, I need them to just talk it out already. This was my main issue with the idea of them getting together, that they would fumble their friendship in the name of the drama, but I seriously need the show to remember they are supposed to be best friends of literal decades soon because this not understanding each other is getting old.

Clearly, we are circling back to cheating with Owen and Teddy and just like, sure, why not, their relationship is all over the place anyway.

Warren struggling to turn off the firefighter mode while trying to run trauma was fun, I wanna see how that will bleed into the next episode especially since Jo and Lucas will be one of the traumas that needs a hospital and he sent them there.

Blue and the fiance I can't remember the name of were the least impactful thing on the episode for me, it was kinda obvious that she was going to come back in some way.

I'm literally so so excited for the next episode, this is awesome, I love it for real.

[mrs-johansson]

Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 20:

“Today we are joined by an amazing actress, director, and screenwriter. You’ve seen her in films like Red Sparrow, Lady Bird, and the Divergent trilogy. Please welcome, Y/n Cole,” called out James Corden and I walked out from the back.

I sat on the sofa and before we started he introduced the other guest. Ellen fucking Pompeo. “Oh my god hi,” I stood up and Ellen spread her arms with a wide smile. “Hi!” She said and we hugged. “I am fangirling, so sorry,” we all sat down. “I’m guessing you’re a Grey’s Anatomy fan, Y/n,” started James. “Are you kidding? I live and breathe by Grey’s Anatomy,” I said and the crowd laughed along with Ellen. “It’s season 15 now, who is your favorite character at the moment?” “Ugh… I looove Meredith,” I glanced at Ellen and she smiled. “I truly think since Derek died, she’s a better character in general. I love Jo, oh Amelia, she’s the best. Alex is one of my favorites too, along with Bailey. I can’t choose!” I sighed and shook my head. “Do you watch the show often?” Asked James. “Oh yeah. Very often. Actually, I made my girlfriend watch it with me, so we started at the beginning,” I said, already nervous about what was coming now that I mentioned Scarlett. James saw the opportunity and with a smile, he started talking. “Now that you’ve mentioned, you just went public with your girlfriend who’s none other than Scarlett Johansson,” he said and the crowd erupted in cheers and I just shyly smiled. “I was genuinely surprised when I saw your post. I haven’t heard any rumors or that kind of talk around the two of you,” he said. “That was a struggle, believe me,” I chuckled, and then so did the crowd. “We did our very best to lay low at all times. And we just shot Jojo Rabbit so it was very important for us not to look like we’re just trying to promote the movie, so we just laid low for a while now.” “But you’re happy?” Asked James and I smiled very widely just knowing how happy I actually am. “I can’t even describe how happy I am. It just feels… right,” I explained even though I could barely put my feelings into words.

***

“Please water them Scar, they're gonna die if you don’t,” I basically whined as she helped me move my suitcases into the car outside. “I will water your plants every day,” she let the suitcase over to my driver who put it in the truck. “Thank you,” I said and he sat behind the wheel. “Have fun and text me when you can. I’ll bring Rose when I can,” Scarlett took my hands. Smiling cutely. “I will. I’ll miss you but it’s gonna be fun when I come home,” I smiled and she nodded. “It sure will.” “Okay, I need to leave. I love you,” I gave her a long kiss before pulling her in a hug. “I love you too.”

I got into the car and we made our way to the airport where I got on the plane and took off to Massachusetts.

On the plane I’ve read the script multiple times, memorizing my bigger parts.

When I touched down I checked into the hotel and because we have a tight schedule, the table read was just 2 hours after my landing.

Getting all my essentials for the rest of the day and I was at the office in no time.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable going into a new project. I’ve worked with the director before, I’ll have Flo there and Timmy, and the only thing I was nervous about is Meryl Streep. I don’t think I need to explain that.

I walked into the room and I spotted Florence right away, who was speaking to Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen. There was Greta Gerwig at the front table talking with probably the producers. I didn’t see Timothée anywhere so I quickly texted him but then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around and I was faced with the icon herself, Meryl Streep. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I just wanted to say hi, before we start,” she said and I was just standing there, my mouth dry. The next thing I know something just hit me in the back. Like a crumpled piece of paper. Quickly cleaned my throat and answered. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m such a big fan of yours, but I’m sure you get this from everyone,” I mumbled, trying to not faint. “Oh well, it’s not the same from everyone, so thank you. But, I must say I’m also a fan of your work. Red Sparrow was amazing,” said MERYL STREEP. I can’t wait to tell my dad about this. “Wow, uhm… thank you so much. It means a lot,” I smiled and with a hand on my shoulder once again she stepped away and went over to Greta. Timmy literally jumped to my side and I’m sure he heard everything because he had a big smile on his face, his eyebrows almost meeting with his hairline from the excitement. “That was siiick,” he whisper-yelled and shook me by the shoulders. “I just can’t believe that happened,” I said. I spoke with everyone a little, and I was really excited about this movie.

After we all got our seats, Greta spoke a few words and we started.

We had such a great time. Everyone was laughing and when something emotional happened we all paid attention to those who were in the scene.

Around 8 pm we finished and it was amazing. We all had great chemistry with each other so I think this is gonna work out really well.

“Do you guys want to go have dinner? I know a great place,” I suggested and most of them accepted the invite.

Timothée, Florence and I got into one car and Emma, Eliza, James and Laura into the other one. Laura needed a little convincing to tag along because she said “I’m too old to go with all of you”, but she’s way too cool not to come with us.

We all fell into conversation pretty quickly as we got to the restaurant. Everyone was talking to someone and I think everyone felt comfortable with one another. “So you get to experience both Noah and Greta’s directing methods, that must be interesting,” I said to Laura who was sitting next to me. “Yeah, it’s so fun. Both of them are so different but I’m sure they’ll have some similarities.” “You guys shot the whole of Marriage Story on film, right?” “Yes, but I’m sure Scarlett told you all about it,” she smiled cheekily. I smiled shyly and nodded. “She did, yeah. I love the story so much, it’s just so full of love and your character just seems so fun and cool,” I said. “It is an amazing story. Noah did such a great job with the script. But let’s not talk about work in off time too, I could barely get Scarlett away from her phone while working,” she bumped her shoulder to mine and I just smiled. “I uhm… we talked a lot that time yeah,” I said and Laura smiled knowingly. “Ah well her smile was different. She was happy and glowing. I think you surprised everyone, but I could tell it’s genuine. I’m glad you have each other.”

***

“Hello?” Heard the voice over the phone. “Scarlett? Baby, hi,” I mumbled as I saw her beautiful face on the screen. “Okay, you’re drunk. First day went well then,” she chuckled adorably. “It was so fun! Oh my God, Meryl Streep is amazing. She said Red Sparrow was amazing. Funny because I’m naked in that one,” I said while taking my dress off, but I accidentally stumbled onto the couch. “Careful there.” “I’m fine,” I threw the dress on the floor and made my way to the bed. “Take off your makeup before you go to bed, baby,” said Scarlett over the phone. “I don’t want to though,” I whined as I sat on the fluffy bed. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.” “Fine,” I sighed and moved to the bathroom. “How was your day?” I mumbled as I fidgeted with my skincare bag. “It was good. We had some reshoots for Endgame so it was fun,” she said. “Oh don’t tell me any spoilers or I’m gonna cry,” I started to take my makeup off. “I won’t, I won’t. I think you’re gonna like it though.” “Yeah? I’m sure you’ll look hot in it so I’m not worried,” I smirked at the screen and she just laughed. “I’ve never seen you this drunk before, how much did you have?” “Just a couple glasses to be honest,” I shrugged. “Aha, I’m not so sure about that.” “I’m telling you, it wasn’t a lot.” “If I text Laura, are you sure she’s gonna say the same thing?” I glanced down at the phone and a smile pulled on my lips. “No.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but I’m glad you’re already having fun. I’m sure it’s gonna be a great shoot.” “Oh my god, yeeees. I love everyone so much,” I threw the makeup wipes in the trash and rinsed my face with cold water before going back to the bedroom. “Take a painkiller in case this all goes to hell. And drink a lot of water.” “I’ve been drunk before, I know how this works Mom,” I chuckled. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, baby.” “I know, I know. Thank you for that,” I blew a kiss towards the screen. “Always. What’s the plan tomorrow?” She asked. As I could see, she was just lying in bed with glasses and a big sweatshirt on. The TV reflected from her glasses making it a bit difficult to see her eyes. “Rehearsals for the next week and just after that we start shooting. But I can’t waaaait, I’m so excited for this one. I just know that it’s gonna be so so good and fun,” I laid down in bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. “I’m excited for you and to see it. Have you done a period movie yet, I don’t think so, right?” “Not this old, no. The latest was the Gatsby I think,” I yawned while trying hard to focus on the conversation. “You should go to bed, Y/n,” Scarlett said as she got up from her bed. “I really should but I love talking to my girlfriend, she’s kinda fun you know,” I rolled over to my stomach, trying to get comfortable. “Yeah? Well, your girlfriend is not going anywhere so you can speak to her whenever you’re free.” “I know,” I said slowly, just looking at the screen and admiring how amazing she was. “I love you,” I said, still feeling the booze. “I love you too, you drunk. Go to bed, honey. Text me when you wake up, okay?” She said softly with the cutest smile on her face. “I will. I love you.” “I love you too, sleep well.” “You too.”

***

All the cast members filled up the room as we were waiting for Greta. Florence on my right side and Timothée on the left. Sunglasses on both of their faces, sliding off their chairs, heads tilted back. “How are you not dead?” Murmured Timmy as he pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. “I have an amazing girlfriend who takes care of me. And you crazy people just downed every glass you found on the table,” I gave him a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“Alright everybody, I hope you had a good night's sleep. Today is like to go through some of the bigger monologues so we can work on those if it’s necessary,” Greta explained and as I looked at my friends, I quietly chuckled. “Today’s gonna be fun.”

[circle--of--confusion]

Holiday Hijinks! - Chapter 2

Summary:

Copia and Sarah attend an outdoor market with the rest of the group to look for Christmas gifts. Copia meets an old friend and receives help on what to buy Sarah for Christmas. In the end, we see the reactions to what they got for each other. Prepare yourselves for cuteness, fluff, and first Christmases of hopefully many more!

Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] X OC [Sarah]

Words: 3.5k

Tags: established relationship, fluff, Christmas, origins of the Plushia

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Sarah is rudely awakened this morning by the soft nudges from Copia. She’s been in-and-out of sleep for half an hour and was trying to chase the very sweet dream she was having about being pursued by a hungry, bared fanged Copia in an old Victorian castle throughout the night.

He leans close to her ear, softly running his finger along her cheek. “Amore mio, we need to get up.”

“Ugh… Five more minutes.” Sarah squeezes her eyes closed and snuggles further on her side into the bed. “Is sloth not celebrated here?” She grins up to him, eyes still closed.

Copia laughs at the weak defense, smiling fondly towards her. “Not if we’re supposed to be somewhere today, dolcezza.”

Sarah finally opens her eyes with a sharp movement. She stares coldly up at him with a frown, her pout contrasting with his lovely, fanged grin. “How dare you look at me with so much affection, my love, while I suffer under your hand.” She dramatically throws the back of her hand over her forehead. Her mouth twitches, evolving into a coy smile against her will. Sarah’s act melts away under Copia’s patient grin.

“I know, amore, I’m horrible. So cruel for making you get up for something we agreed to do.” He leans down, gifting a tender kiss to Sarah’s lips. When Copia sits back, they exchange soft smiles before she rolls her eyes and groans.

“Fine. I’m getting up.”

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They walk together from where they parked to the outdoor market that’s popped up for the holidays. Stopping by the entrance, Copia pulls Sarah up to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. They both smile, eager to walk along the stalls.

“And remember,” Copia starts. “,no buying anything for ourselves while we’re here no matter how tempting it is.” He says it to himself more than he’s saying it to Sarah right now.

“But!” I saw vintage perfume bottles, she thinks.

“No buts!” He moves his finger over her lips.

Sarah’s hand roams around behind Copia’s jacket, sliding down to caress his butt in his back pocket as she grins against the pad of his gloved finger. He jumps at her light squeeze, eyes widening. “No butts at all of any kind?” She looks up at him innocently.

“Well…” he trails and looks off to the side before settling back on her with a teasing grin. “I think I can make some exceptions.”

They grin at each other, dirty smirks and snickers exchanging between them. She pulls him closer while her hands still rest on his butt and they share a small kiss, trying to restrain any ridiculous PDA for later when they’re more alone. Copia and Sarah rest their foreheads together and sigh, content. They smile towards each other, excited for a nice afternoon out.

A fake retching sound can be heard and they look over, finding Alex, Amelia, and Terzo walking towards them. “Will I know any peace around you people?” Alex sighs, playfully pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No,” Copia says while still looking into Sarah. They grin lovingly at each other, closing their eyes to rub the tips of their noses together briefly before separating finally and turning to the trio that found them. “So, what’s the plan?”

Sarah takes her leather gloved hand and moves to hold Copia’s. The material on their hands slides effortlessly as she laces them together and she then remembers when the last time she wore the gloves were for Halloween. The memory of their passionate night causes her to blush into his arm and she leans towards Copia. Sensing her flustered state, Copia squeezes his hand as a small comfort. “I was thinking, we could walk around by ourselves first if we still need Secret Satan gifts.” She suggests.

“Works for me. I saw a couple booths earlier I’d like to look more into.” Amelia nods, the rest of the group agreeing.

“Ok so… meet up by the funnel cake stall in,” Alex checks his phone. “,a couple hours? That’ll make it 1pm and then we can eat some lunch.”

They all nod, dispersing through the market to the few, very long rows of stalls. Everything from food, jewelry, clothing, home décor, and furniture are on display. Copia leisurely walks down one row, observing the trinkets that catch his eye. He’s on the hunt for Sarah’s gift and he wants it to be perfect. He however, doesn’t even know what to buy.

“Copia! Oh my gosh it is you!” A voice calls out. An older woman waves him over to her booth of old and handmade jewelry.

“Margret! It’s been so long. I’m very sorry.” He walks closer, stopping in front of her. “Work has been…”

“Hell, I know.” She laughs, smiling wide. Her wrinkles deepen but the happiness on her face almost makes her look younger. The way her eyes crinkle and her cheek dimples remind him that she looks like the spitting image of her father, a former member of the clergy. She even has the same matching silver hair he had towards his later years.

Copia smiles. “You could say that.” He looks down at the table, eyes drifting over the small rings and pins. “Between my new job title and my amore,” Copia smiles. “,I have lost track of time.”

Margret smirks at him, eyes narrowing. “Amore? Copia is this serious? Are you treating her right?”

“You watch yourself young lady,” Copia chuckles. “Of course I am! She’s… I don’t even know if I have the words to describe it.” He looks on with a dreamy smile.

Margret grins back, clasping her hands together in front of her. “Tell me about her!”

Despite Copia being older than her, by several centuries, Margret always makes him feel like one of her grandkids. He looks down with a boyish grin, the smile never leaving his face. “She’s amazing, Marge. A gorgeous, quick-whited firecracker. And she’s a whiz with a sewing machine!” Copia lets out a deep breath, holding a hand over his heart, stars in his eyes. “She loves me, fangs and all! And I… wasn’t sure I’d find that one day. Cara mia, Sarah.”

She wipes a fake tear from her eye. “Do you have a picture? Let me see the woman who’s captured your heart, my dear.” Margret grabs the other person in the booth to watch over for her and motions for him to come around the table to sit down with her.

Copia fumbles with his phone, swiping through photos he’s taken, some candid snaps without her realizing, and settles on the one they took this morning, a couple selfies Sarah snapped while they stood by the entrance. The first is of them looking into each other’s eyes with soft, lovey grins. The next photo shows Copia looking into the camera, half smiling half shocked, caught in surprise because she quickly turned to kiss his cheek at the last second. He looks at the photos with a fond smile.

“I want to make this Christmas special. It’s our first, hopefully of many.” He shows Margret the photos and she awws at them. “I don’t feel like any of my gift ideas are good enough.”

“Oh, I could just pinch your cheeks!” she squeals. “What have you thought of so far?”

“Well,” he begins. “,she likes old shit.”

Margret scoffs. “Must be why she likes you.” They both lean in, pointing and going ayyyyyy. “I mean it’s one helluva’n age gap, Copia. Can you even keep up with us youngins?” She chuckles.

Copia rolls his eyes. “I still have the stamina, Marge. Don’t you worry.” He leans back into the folding chair while she slaps at his arm. “I want to find something vintage but related to sewing. I’m just so out of my depth with that stuff, though.”

She thinks for a second and then snaps her fingers, sitting up straight. “A chatelaine! It’ll be perfect.”

He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Chatelaines are sewing accessories from centuries ago. They clipped at the waist and chains hung down with notions attached. Thimbles, needles, scissors…” Margret gets up to write something on a piece of paper. “They were essentially ornate keychains. Go to this booth, a few spaces down, and tell ‘em ‘Margie’ sent you. They’ll get you everything you need.”

Copia stands, taking the paper from her. “Thank you, Margret. I’ll try to get back in touch with you sooner. I owe your late father that much.”

She swats her hand in the air. “He’d understand, dear. Have a wonderful Christmas, Copia.” Margret returns his smile with a playful wink. “And if you ever need anything like a ring or something… well, you know where to find me. Just don’t take too long, eh? I’d like to see your Sarah in person one day.”

“Thank you.” He bows, fidgeting with the paper. “You too! Have a great Christmas.”

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The credits roll on one of their Christmas media marathon choices. The original “How the Grinch stole Christmas” special specifically because it was narrated by Boris Karloff, amore mio! Copia had insisted. Their Christmas Eve plans were to stay in all day and run through the movies and shows that make them feel giddy. Copia’s rats scamper around the cage, invested in the small treat she bought them so they could have a fun gift tonight, too. Their noses twitch happily, squeaking away as their tiny hands bring the food into their mouths.

The couple are wearing comfy pajamas and socks as they snuggle together on the couch; Sarah had managed to convince him to wear a matching set for the occasion. She gets up to change out the DVD player to the next disk, all of the Rankin/Bass claymation specials. On her way back to the couch, she eyes the wrapped boxes under their small table-top tree. It’s lit, glittering with multicolor lights and ornaments while their presents sit under it, nestled together much like they are today.

“Soon, cara mia,” Copia calls from the couch. “We’ll open them tonight in due time.”

She settles back in his arms, sighing. “I know, I’m just excited. Also, nervous. But mostly excited!”

“Me too,” Copia chuckles behind her as he wraps his arms around Sarah, resting his hands on her stomach. He plants a light kiss to the crook where her neck and shoulder meet, lingering. She turns her head, moving her body enough to kiss his lips and he rises a hand to hold Sarah in place. For a moment they forget what their plans are while they slowly explore each other’s mouths with their tongues. Copia leans back, Sarah’s lip caught in his teeth before he lets go. He slowly blinks down at her and she could swear his white eye shines brighter around her even in the low light.

“Could you press play on the menu?” Sarah whispers to Copia, stroking his cheek with her thumb. His now permanently fanged smile shines back at her.

“I’d do anything for you, Sarah.” He marvels.

She giggles, kissing his cheek. “I just need you to play these specials for now.”

He wraps his arm around her tighter and she squeals. “It would be my pleasure.” Copia finally plays the first one, smiling to himself as she turns to settle back in his grasp. Her heartbeat picked up earlier while they were kissing and now he listens as she tries to calm herself down. He wants to put his hand over Sarah’s heart to feel it beating but he’s worried she might think he’s just trying to feel her up, not that she’d complain.

As the day turns to night, Sarah’s excitement grows. They agreed to open their gifts after dinner and as she finishes the last few bites, she’s nearly wiggling in her spot. Her chair scrapes against the wood, a bit too loud she thinks, as she works to clear her spot at the table. Copia sits back in his chair, drinking a bit of her donated blood as “wine” in a fancy glass.

Sarah went to the infirmary to donate some of her own blood for moments like this and he found out as a surprise tonight. She told him to check the fridge with a wink for a special treat and Copia swears his heart grew three sizes when he opened the door to find a bag of her blood with a shiny red bow on top. He savors any opportunity to drink Sarah’s blood but admits to himself that it tastes much better when he drinks directly from her. Her excitement sweetens the flavor.

“Dolcezza, why don’t you grab the gifts now?” Copia grins up at her happy face.

“Yes!” She springs into action, taking the small pile and meeting him at the couch.

Copia fidgets with his fingers, looking down at the delicately wrapped box. It’s roughly the length of his forearm and eight or so inches wide. Her chatelaine sits in there, pinned in place so she can see all of the notions laid out on their chains. She jiggles the box close to her ear, seeing if she can hear what it is and guesses.

“Jewelry?” Sarah raises an eyebrow.

Copia shakes his head, smiling. “Open it, amore mio.” He grabs her arm, eyes wide. “Wait!” Copia leans forward, bringing her chin up for a short kiss. “I love you, Sarah. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you, too,” she sighs, looking at him with adoring eyes.

Sarah returns her focus back to the present. She unwraps it to find a sturdy black box, embossed with gold script reading “Atelier for All” on top. She looks up at Copia, encouraging her to remove the top. A layer of red tissue paper is revealed and when she folds it out of the way, her breath is stolen from her lungs. A gasp, short and sweet comes from Sarah.

Nestled on the red velvet is a silver chatelaine, the clasp is in the shape of a gothic cathedral window; sparkling, deep red gemstones glitter inside the window portions. The surrounding area of the window curls, raised metal lines twisting into spirals as if they were vines. More red stones, smaller this time, dot around it like roses. Several chains connect to it below, dripping sewing notions just as ornate at the clasp. A metal tube filled with needles, a thimble in its own holder. Delicate looking scissors hang in the middle along with other things she’d need in the studio. A red ruby charm dangles from each chain at the end.

Sarah looks over the gift in awe. Her lip wobbles, on the verge of tears from such a beautiful thing. She looks up to Copia with misty eyes and has to collect herself before speaking. “Copia.” is all she can say before she sets the box aside and lunges for him. She kisses him, pouring overwhelming love and affection into each kiss and he’s too stunned at first to react. She moves around his face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, before ending back to his lips where his brain has caught up and is now kissing back. Sarah leans back, separating for air and he holds her in place briefly. She breaths heavy. “I’ve always wanted one.”

Copia is ecstatic and his cheeks hurt from smiling. “I’m happy you like it.”

She chokes out a laugh, looking at him incredulously. “I love it. It’s almost too pretty to use.”

“Oh, please use it,” he pleads. “You deserve this.”

She can’t think of anything to say, the only thoughts in her mind boil down to I love him so much I love him I love him. Sarah nods, leaning in once again to kiss him. “I love it, thank you. I love you, too.”

Copia kisses her in return, humming happily. “Is it my turn now?”

She nods, bringing her hand up and around the back of her neck. She rubs it anxiously as he moves to the first one. “My gifts might not, uh, be the same level of appreciation.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it anyway,” he tells Sarah while ripping open the first box.

He pushes aside the tissue paper, finding a small plush figure, around a foot in length. It has black hands and feet, wears red clothing, a cassock, and red on top of the head to represent a biretta. A small glittering Grucifix rests in the middle, stitched down so it doesn’t move. A pair of eyes look back at him, one green and one white. Copia looks over the face, a wide toothy grin spreading over his lips and he leans his head back, laughing.

“What is it? What’s so funny?” Sarah asks, desperate for him to stop cackling.

He’s able to settle himself, looking over at her just so in love. “Amore mio, my heart, is this little thing supposed to be me?”

She hesitantly nods, afraid to say anything.

“I don’t know what to say.” Copia fondly sighs, looking off around the room before looking back at her. She looks… disappointed. “Oh, Sarah what’s wrong?” She sniffles and he realizes she’s about to cry.

“I-I’m sorry! I thought it would be a cute idea and, O-Oh!” she squeals, being pulled forward into Copia’s embrace. He leans back onto the arm of the couch, taking Sarah with him. “What are you-?”

He brushed his fingers through her hair, angling her head so he can kiss her hairline. “You misconstrued my reaction, I’m sorry, Sarah. It’s just so absurd. I fucking love it!” Sarah moves to look at him finally, finding a small grin. “It’s an abomination and I will cherish it for the rest of my life.” Copia whispers towards her.

She sheepishly smiles with a blush. “I’ve been calling it my ‘Plushia’ as I was making it.”

“Your Plushia, cara mia!” Copia helps to move her further up, kissing her silly. He makes dramatic, loud smooching sounds as he leaves her flustered and red in the face. “I like it and I love you. Oh, how I love you.”

Sarah giggles, feeling lightheaded at the whirlwind of emotions she’s just experienced. It takes her so much strength to remember there was another gift. “Copia, my love, I have one more gift.” She sits up and moves to grab the backup plan.

“Oh! Bonus!” Copia says, eager to find out. He rips the paper, looking over the cover of the DVD case and turns as white as a sheet of paper. “You didn’t,” he gasps.

Sarah grins, emboldened now. “I did.”

Copia holds up the case, the title “The Vampire’s Mistress: ‘Till Death Do You Part 2” is splashed over the cover. A satin-gloved hand clutches a bloody veil on a black background.

“Where did you find this?” he asks, looking down in embarrassment. Copia’s holding his head in his hand.

“I did some digging. I think I found the message board that had the first movie and I made a post asking about the sequels.” She beams at him. “They’re very hard to come by, apparently.”

“I made it that way,” Copia mumbles to himself. “We’re not watching this tonight, are we?”

“Oh! No, no, no.” Sarah shakes her head. “I figured it’d be fun for something to watch in the future.”

He sighs in relief, “Fine. I can work with that.”

She moves over him, straddling Copia’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck. Sarah leans down to give him a slow, encouraging kiss. “What’s so wrong with it?” She combs her fingers through his hair and he sighs.

“Just… godawful acting. I didn’t get on well with the woman who played my betrothed. It’s very hard to care about someone when you… don’t.” Copia closes his eyes and softly smiles as she scratches at his scalp and finger-combs his hair.

“That’s a shame.” Sarah pecks a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’d still like to watch it, if that’s okay?”

He gazes up at her with a half-lidded look. “Of course, we can watch it.” Copia closes his eyes again and sighs, “Just as long as you keep brushing your fingers through my hair like this.” He gives her a goofy, lopsided grin, fangs clumsily pointing out.

“I can definitely do that.” Sarah laughs.

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A few hours later, a few more Christmas specials watched, and several yawns exchanged, the two decide to head back to bed. Copia begins to unplug the tree but Sarah stops him.

“Could we leave it on all night tonight? I can see it from the bed and, its Christmas Eve after all.”  She blushes.

Copia nods. “We can do that.” He wraps an arm around her waist and they walk to bed.

When they lay down, Sarah moves to spoon him, acting as the Big Spoon. She props herself up, kissing him one last time for the night and then settles down behind him. Her arm wraps around his waist, under his arm, resting her hand over his chest. Copia’s hand moves to hold on top of hers, lacing their fingers together.

“Goodnight, Sarah. Merry Christmas.” He rises it to kiss her palm before returning it to his heart.

“Merry Christmas,” Sarah sleepily replies. “I love you.”

Copia hums, a happy lilt to his voice. “I love you, too, amore mio.”

Thanks for reading!

Next week: Terzo and Amelia.

Ready the tissues now! *evil laughter*

[honeysuckletoast]

The Academy, Chapter 2

One day, I'll get this on AO3 like a good human being. One day....

Supper was certainly an odd affair. Alma sat sandwiched between Roe on her left and enid on her right, staring at the larger supper  before them. Alma blinked, looking between the spread of food and the woman at the table. “I know some of these items are pickled and such, but how did she make all of this in two hours?” Myron asked towards Enid who was toying with a thin chain that was tangled in her hands. 

“Miss Avocet and Roe can make a whole Christmas dinner in like an hour. They're good at cooking, and Most of This food is preserved like the pickled apples, and like your other loop, a lot of it was prepped before she made the loop, which takes a burden off cooking.” She explained to Myron.

“Do you guys eat the same thing every day?” Alma asked curiously. Miss Avocet shook her head 

“No dear. I made the preparations for 20 different meals, or at least the main portions of them, right before I made the loop, so they were all made up yesterday technically, ready to be warmed. We choose between them each day. Usually, we eat a bigger meal for dinner but today we were late to return home” Miss Avocet said as she looked at the chair across from her at the other end of the table, but a frown graced her features as she looked around the dining hall. 

“Where is Miss Bunting?” Miss Avocet glanced down the corridor. A  few Snickers filled the silent air, prompting Miss Avocet to stand up “why are you laughing? This isn't a time for laughter-” she froze as someone ran in the room. 

“Sorry Esme!” The woman laughed chipperly as she nearly knocked her chair over sitting down so fast. Alma blinked, looking at Miss Avocet who simply pinched the bridge of her nose. 

.”that typically means miss Avocet is ready to yell at you for being late.”  Millie whispered across the table. Miss Avocet's brown eyes narrowed into milled who looked down quickly. 

“Why were you late today Lia?” miss Avocet asked the new arrival. 

Alma watched  curiously as the woman huffed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she rolled her eyes. Alma tensed, the show of disrespect towards the headmistress. “That girl is going to be in so much trouble…” the peregrine thought as roisin bent down to whisper something to Alma, but Alma and roe were interrupted when a sudden pair of hands pulled Alma up from her half pulled away chair 

“ESME!” the disrespectful girl suddenly was staring at Alma. Now that Alma was face to face with her, she could tell this woman was definitely not a girl as originally thought. Her bright green eyes held a charming amount of mischievousness and childlike wonder, but she seemed to be only slightly younger than, if not the same age as miss Avocet herself. 

“Ugh if I knew we were taking in babies now I would've kidnapped a few she's so tiny and absolutely adorable!” The woman excitedly hugged Alma who blinked, looking at Miss Avocet. The subtle southern laced  in Lia’s voice caught Alma off guard. She sounded distinctly like Enid with her noticeable American accent. 

“LIA!” Miss Avocet snapped “stop if you're scaring the poor girl!” she huffed, running a hand through her hair. Lia rolled her eyes, but hugged Alma again. 

“I'm Amelia, or Lia, or I guess Miss Bunting to you, but you can call me anythin’ you want I'll respond!” She smiled “I'm that grumpy woman's partner and BEST FRIEND!” she teased, pointing to Miss Avocet who gave up and started to eat her supper as the other girls started to talk amongst themselves again as if the Ymbrynes behavior was nothing out of the ordinary .” 

“As much as she doesn't want to admit it, she loves me! I teach math and English and non-peculiar stuff here! Oh I can't wait, you look so smart!” Miss Bunting clapped, and finally stood back up. Alma gave a gentle wave, but slowly moved back towards her seat. She had never seen an older woman, much less and Ymbryne act so bouncy and energetic. It was refreshing and disturbing at the same time. 

Miss Bunting took her seat, taking some of the mashed potatoes and plopping them on her plate with a small piece of ham and a cob of corn. Alma went back to her food, listening in on the conversations. The whole atmosphere felt comforting, like she was around her own dinner table when she was a young child again. She glanced over at Jack who was eating his own mashed potatoes and watching the windows as he spoke with millie, staring out at the rolling clouds that threatened a good storm to fall asleep to. She turned his gaze to Myron, noting her older brother wasn't eating at all, but was staring at something over the rim of his glasses

Where is he staring at her like that? Alma had followed his gaze to Cathrine Glassbill who was seated in the corner. She was seated against the tallest window, quietly reading. The girl only ate a roll a few minutes earlier and then she was off to sit in the corner, reading alone.

“Oh don't worry about her.”  Enid explained. Alma turned towards the blond teenager “sometimes Cathrine gets so into whatever she's reading she forgets she wants to eat.” She looked over at the 16 year old who was chewing on her nail while reading, not engaging in any of the jovial conversation around her

“Cath can you at least eat the other half of my  roll to make me feel better?” Enid called over, holding up a roll. The swallow peaked up from her book and shook her head much to Enid's dismay.

“I'm fine. You eat it.” 

“Can't, already ate the half I'm allowed.” Enid said softly. Alma turned, looking at the Finch.

“Your only allowed half of it? Are you in trouble?” Alma looked down at her plate, fearing she ate her entire roll. Was she only supposed to have half of it? 

“Oh no!” Enid said as she wrapped the other half of the roll and tossed it towards Catherine who caught it without looking back up from her book, only giving a sigh in return as she set it to the side.  “I have a disease called diabetes. I can only eat a little bit of bread before it makes me Ill. I'm supposed to be eating mostly only Animal fat and meat, but I love bread so much.” Enid gave a weary smile. “I usually have to split my bread with someone else or the other half goes to the compost outside."

Alma nodded, “I'm sorry you can't eat what you want. My mama said that's diabetes is horrible.” She apologized. Enid shook her head, putting her fork down as she finished her last scallop of ham.

“Don't apologize for things you didn't do sweetheart” she rested on the back of her chair. “And outside the loop they are making advancements everyday, my auntie is always searching for alternatives for me in her spare time. I do hope one day I'll be able to eat a bunch of bread and not get sick though, that would be lovely. Roe makes the best bread.” 

Alma nodded, not taking another roll from the wicker basket  like she originally planned. It felt wrong to take another when Enid couldn't even eat half of one. One by one everyone finished up, and supper seemingly had turned into a social hour at the table. 

“What did you get while you were in town today?”  Miss Avocet asked as she loosened her bun slightly, staring down at Miss Bunting who was  putting a ridiculous amount of butter on her corn on the cob, being the only one still eating sense she came late. Everyone paused, looking down at the other Ymbryne who held her finger up until she finished her bite. 

“I got Isabelle her new shoes we ordered a while ago, some more opium and laudanum for the medicine cabinet, some black liquorice for myself and Alice if she would like some, I grabbed some more eye drops for Roisin, some  Danishes for tomorrow's breakfast because they were on sale and we love a good sale, and some grapes to pickle to save for spring from the bush outside!” She grinned “Oh I also got some strawberry jam!” Miss Avocet nodded, casting a glance at the empty place setting. 

“and where is Miss Cuckoo?” 

“Oh she was so excited to get some new dainty lace with her allowance, she asked me to skip dinner so she could go sew it on her dress.” Miss Bunting smiled “she's excellent in sewing and embroidery. She could teach you how to make a dress in two days flat if you want Alma! Oh wait-” she paused “you've never met her! Oh you're gonna love her, she's just about your age!” 

“I'll send her down, she's the roommate I was talking about with you earlier Alma." Miss Avocet said as she quietly scooted her chair away from the table, standing up promptly. Miss Bunting for the first time the whole evening  had a frown crease her brow. 

“Lia, we need to speak in private, if you're done” Miss Avocet asked. Miss Bunting nodded nonchalantly, moving away from the table. 

“If I have to.” She teased, grabbing another roll “great bread by the way Roe, if there is any left make breadcrumbs!” she pointed  at the redhead who nodded in thanks.

“Don't point, it's unladylike.” miss Avocet scolded her partner as their footsteps faded away, leaving only the girls inside the dining hall.

“Is she always like that?” Alma turned to roisin who was fussing with a metal clover pin in her fingers  

“Who Ms. Bunting? Yeah pretty much” she chuckled as she clipped the pin in her hair, pulling back her red kinked curls into a low ponytail “she might seem a bit loud and a bit much, but truly she is very sweet. She's very relaxed, and balances out well with Miss A being so strict” 

Alma nodded, watching everyone start to slowly come away from the table. The sound of heavy wood chairs being pushed in filled the air along with soft chatter about how they were going to spend the rest of the evening.

“Who is on the dishes today?” Millie asked. Cathrine raised her hand as did Alice. 

“Oh I can- 

“I can do your dishes if you would like.” Myron told Alice. “I can do them for you” 

Alice gave him a quizzical look, looking towards roe for direction. The 17 year old thought for a moment. “I don't know how permissible it would be for a man to do the woman's chores, but I feel it would be fine sense everyone's all ...we are all girls…” roe paused. “I suppose Miss Avocet will correct it if needed.” She finally ruled. Alice nodded, nodding at Myron who started to collect plates., keeping his eyes down on the table

“Thank you.” She said, “I'll bring the dishes to the wash basin for you and Cathy” Alice started to collect the plates, 

“Of course he picks the stock emotionless one to take a liking to.” Jack mumbled distastefully and adjusted his shirt. Only Enid was in earshot, but she made sure casted a glare his way, biting her lip to kept herself in check while she started to clean up. 

Alma watched, looking to see where she could help when she felt someone gently prod her shoulder.

“Your blouse is ripped” a smooth French accented voice exclaimed behind her. Alma whipped around to see a shorter girl about her age. "Let me fix it for you" the girl froze, staring at Alma for a moment until she got her wits back “Sorry, I didn't startle you, I thought you were gracie!” She exclaimed. Alma nodded,looking around for who she could have possibly of been talking about until Millie came over, placing a hand on Alma’s shoulder where the tear was

“Stop it with that nonsense!” Millie pointed towards Isabelle who crossed her arms. “She's not real! Your not going to try and trick her to Izzy!” 

“She's a real student here, Millie!” Isabelle narrowed her eyes “just because you haven't seen her-” 

“I know you're trying to trick me!” Millie huffed “it won't work this time! I know you're all tricking me! I will NOT fall for it this time! Neither will she!” Millie turned towards Alma “Gracie, or grace, or Eleanor, or whatever bird they made up ISN'T real! She's been trying to convince me of this students "supposed existence" for months with no proof! Don't fall for it!” Millie hissed as if it was a conspiracy theory.  Alma looked at Isabelle and Millie, noticing Isabelle trying not to break into laughter. 

“Mills, why do you think there is an extra room at the end of the hall huh?” Belle reasoned as she started to braid her long chocolate brown hair to the side. Millie rolled her eyes. 

“The bed is always made in there, There's dust on the covers! It's an extra room! Miss Avocet even said so!”

“She's nocturnal, Millie of course it's always made! And she probably  sleeps like a bird! I would with all the racket we make. Only way to get decent sleep in the middle of the day" Isabelle teased to try and lighten the mood but the Thrush was having none of it  

“She's nocturnal Millie” she mocked the short French girl “do you hear yourself belle?! You know they all died out long ago!” Millie huffed “I'm going to my room to finish my homework.” She looked at Alma again, her blond curls bouncing “do NOT fall for her tricks.” She turned towards the hall and walked off mumbling to herself. 

“One day she will figure it out.” Isabelle said, uncrossing her arms. “Maybe. We all have a bet to see how long it will take her.”  She giggled. Alma laughed alongside her, unsure if she believed Isabelle's  story or not. 

“What do you mean died out a long time ago?  And is she really nocturnal?”  Alma asked. She had never heard such a concept. Isabelle nodded, moving to put the table cloth down. 

“Yes, she's like the only remaining Ymbryne like it-” Isabelle froze as she heard Millie coming back downstairs. “If you ask Miss Avocet she can most likely explain it much better than I can.” She covered her mouth to hide her grin as Millie walked back by, her eyes narrowing as Alma took the hint.

“You're Isabelle right?” She asked, trying to hide their conversation.  “I'm Alma, Alma peregrine” and she curtsied, trying not to laugh as Millie left to get some water.

“I'm isaAH- returning the curtsy but sliding a little too far and falling down 

“Careful!” Alma held her hand out. Isabelle laughed, taking it gratefully  “thanks! I suppose you're my new roommate yes?” Isabelle got up and dusted her red shirt off. 

“I think so. I'm in the last dorm room across from Roisin.” Alma explained “Miss A said I had a roommate around my age.”

“Yes! I finally got a roommate!” Isabelle hugged Alma. Alma smiled, grateful her roommate seemed normal. Back in her old loop she had to share with two other girls, one was constantly turning the room into a sheet of ice on accident, the other making Bubbles land on Alma while she slept, leaving soapy residue on her skin to wash off each morning. 

“How old are you?” She asked “do you like candy? I have a whole stash in my room-our room!” Isabelle explained, taking her arm “have you been in there yet? Your bed has the cutest bedspread! When Miss A came in yesterday and put it on she had just finished sewing it up! It's light dusty pink and has little roses on it! She even made  matching pillow cases! It's so cute!” Isabelle went on. Alma smiled, letting her talk her ear off as they left to the quiet upstairs. 

—---- 

“Why didn't you tell me we were taking on such a young ward!? She so itty bitty!” Miss bunting mused as she flopped across her own bed. Miss Avocet took a seat on her bed  on the other side after stoking the fireplace, throwing in another log. 

“We weren't supposed to be in all honesty.” Miss Avocet started to unpin her hair. Miss Bunting laid back on her bed, staring at her partner curiously. “as you know we wait till the girls are at least 13, mostly upwards if we can…..help it.” He eyes downcast towards the fire. Miss Bunting avoided her gaze knowing all too well how much the words hurt to be spoken. 

“Miss Skua- Andy would be glad to see you taking on her girl’s Esmerelda.” Miss Bunting sat up “do you need a moment.” She asked, feeling bad to even have the subject fall in conversation again so soon. 

“I'm fine.” miss Avocet  said quickly, excusing her behavior as Miss Bunting hid her eye roll. She had known Esmerelda since the days they were in training, but still had her to see her cry. It was almost like the woman wasn't capable of letting tears fall from her eyes. 

“Don't roll your eyes like that.” Miss Avocet reprimanded with no malice as the bunting snapped out of her thoughts with a cheeky smile 

“I'm observing something on the ceiling.” She teased weakly. Miss Avocet gave her a knowing look  and continued working on her hair. “It is what worries me greatly about Alice. I worry about Millie having gone through it, but Alice, poor child. Losing your mother and then your Ymbryne so young right in front of your eyes….. surprised she is even still willing to keep up with her training.” She shook her head, letting her black hair fall into loose waves as she grabbed her brush to start brushing it. 

 “back to the point, I was asked to meet with the council on a moment's notice while you were gone today. I'm sorry I wasn't able to inform you beforehand. I left roe in charge since you weren't back.” She held up a small letter in a vial. “It reads they had an urgent issue I was needed for right away” miss Avocet read off.  Miss bunting nodded

“Wait, pause a moment, may I?” She asked, pointing to Esmerelda’s hair. The Avocet nodded, turning sideways while Miss Bunting climbed beside her, getting on her knees. “I have a new braid I want to try!” She smiled. Miss Avocet nodded, leaning on her bedpole. 

“As I was saying, you say the two boys have dinner right?” 

“Honestly, I didn't notice them much.” 

“How did you not?” Miss Avocet turned but had her head steadied.  “You didn't even find it a little odd?

“I dunno, the bread was really good today, plus I trust your judgement Esme.” She reasoned. “Anyways, what about them?” She questioned “i am curious though as to your reasoning as to why you would you bring two boys into our home sense we are really an "all girls" school?"

“Well…..the council assigned us another task-” 

“Not again! Tell them absolutely not!” Miss Bunting hissed, accidentally pulling a loose strand of hair. Miss Avocet bit back her retort, grunting at the sudden sharp pain. “Sorry sorry!” 

“you know I can't  do that. Plus, the task at hand doesn't require you at all this time.” She explained much to the relief of Miss Bunting “although, I did have quite the bit of fun watching you run from that  pecuilar fly trap.” 

“oh shut it you!” Miss Bunting demanded with a scoff “I was traumatized and all you and Cora did was laugh!” 

Miss Avocet smiled, relaxing on the pole “anyways, the boys, at least the young ones, can transform into a peregrine.” 

“Seriously?” Miss Bunting collapsed back into her knees as she continued to Braid “that's…..” she paused for a moment, unsure if she could find the right words. 

“Incredible……but also a huge threat.” Miss Avocet finished her sentence for her. “They want me to study the family and see if there is anything beyond a demi-Ymbrynes and a full Ymbryne . Dotty said that the girl, Alma, she's very inquisitive and a very fast learner. The girl has made several small time loops just playing around as a tot. I expect her to be a very promising student.” She explained. 

“Are you sure it's alright to start her off this young though?” Miss Bunting asked as she tied her hair off “done!” She handed her a small mirror. 

“Looks nice thank you” Miss Avocet smiled. “And….I don't know. I've never taken on a student so young. She's very bright though. The whole way here she was explaining to me about every little thought that passed through her mind. She questioned me about every little detail.” Miss Avocet stepped towards the window. The moon peeked through the clouds every so often, fading and brightening on the hardwood floor. “If it's too hard on her the next few weeks we will come up with an  alternative route to pursue.” She leaned on the window, letting the cold glass soothe her growing headache. 

“Remind you of someone?” Miss Bunting asked softly with a yawn, slipping on a nightcap, tucking hair up into the smooth fabric. Miss Avocet gave her a look and nodded. 

“I think…..I think she shows even more promise than Eleanor Nightjar, which is something I figured near impossible.” She left the window after untying the curtains and letting them fall to meet in the middle. “And her brothers too…..the younger boy Jack,  he's very quick witted. He is just like his sister in smarts. The older one, Myron, I don't know about him. He seems much more reserved, he didn't speak too much on the way back.” She said as she walked to the door “I'm going to go check on the children and make sure Alma and her brothers found their rooms alright.” She grabbed a candle, lighting it up off the fireplace and placing it in the silver candle holder. 

“Good night.” Miss Bunting said as she grabbed her tattered Bible off her nightstand to catch up on some reading. Miss Avocet paused, looking at her pocket watch “it's not that late-” 

“I know you're going to your  study. It's fine, just leave the door propped open so the lock doesn't keep ya out later” Miss Bunting looked up with a knowing smile “you got your hands on a new project, I would expect absolutely nothing less from you”. 

Miss Avocet grinned “you know me too well dear. Good night” she said softly, propping the door open as she left.