#Finch/reader

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Dark Atticus Finch x Reader

You tried to pack your bags in the dead of night, hands trembling as you shoved clothes into your suitcase as quietly as possible.

Every creak of the floorboards felt like a scream in the silence of the house.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even though you’d made sure Atticus was asleep in the other room.

The past few months had been suffocating; his calm, reassuring demeanor had shifted into something far darker.

His insistence on knowing where you were at all times, who you spoke to, and why you needed anyone else besides him.

What had started as a protective concern had grown into chains, locking you into a life that wasn’t yours.

He’d always framed his possessiveness as love, but you could see the cracks now, the way his soft words carried unspoken threats of what will happen if you leave, the way his sharp eyes followed you even in the most mundane of moments.

As you zipped the suitcase, you felt a shadow fall over you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see Atticus standing in the doorway, his face obscured by the dim light, but his voice calm and terrifyingly composed.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice laced with quiet authority that sent chills down your spine.

His presence filled the room, and suddenly, you realized how futile this attempt was.

You weren’t just leaving a house, you were trying to escape a man who saw you as his world, and he wasn’t going to let that world slip away so easily.

"I have made my decision, I'm going to leave."

"And the children?" Atticus asks.

"I will visit them...you are a good father, a good honourable lawyer, but you are not a good husband to me, Atticus."

He stood there, silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze fixed on you, calculating.

The faint glimmer of sadness in his eyes was overshadowed by something else, something darker.

“You’ve thought this through,” he said finally, his voice even and measured, as if discussing a client’s case.

But the way he stepped closer, his broad frame blocking the doorway, made your heart race with unease.

“I understand your grievances. Truly, I do. But have you thought about what this would mean? For Scout and Jem? For the family we’ve built? For you?”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, even as your knees felt weak.

“I’ve thought of everything, Atticus. I’ve endured everything, this isn’t a decision I’ve made lightly.” Your voice wavered, but you pressed on.

“The children will adjust, and so will you, this isn’t healthy, Ican’t live like this anymore.”

He tilted his head slightly, his hands resting in his pockets with a deceptive casualness.

“And what do you think is waiting for you out there?” he asked, his voice low but laced with something chilling.

“Do you think the world is kinder than me? Safer? Do you think you’ll find someone who knows you as I do, someone who will fight for you, protect you, love you as I do?”

His words, though spoken softly, struck with the weight of a hammer, and you felt a lump rising in your throat.

“This isn’t love, Atticus,” you said, forcing the words out.

“It’s control and it's suffocating.”

For a moment, his mask slipped, and you saw the raw desperation beneath.

But just as quickly, the mask was back. He stepped closer still, his shadow looming over you, his voice dropping to an almost whisper.

“You think you can leave me, but you underestimate me, darling?"

He whispers out the question.

"You see, I’ve already made my decision too. You can be upset, you can cry, you can hate me if you must, but you’re not going anywhere.”

His hand reached out, gentle yet powerful, as he brushed a stray hair from your face.

“You are my wife. And I will not let you ruin this family. Not for yourself. Not for anyone else.”

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A Ruby Necklace and a Confession

Request/Summary: heyy can I request an Atticus Finch x f!reader where they've been friends for a while and both are developing feelings? maybe some jealousy on his part and a cheesy confession at the end? I've been simping for him pretty hard lately and was shocked by the lack of fics 😭

Warnings: Fem-Reader, Set in the 1930s, Flirting, Pining, Jealousy, a smooch, Alexandra being Alexandra, its basically all fluff and if I missed any please lmk!

Word Count: 2.6k

This is an x reader written in 3rd person pov with she/her pronouns

I think I started writing this fic like four years ago so bare with me 😭

***

Atticus Finch is not a man who takes relationships lightly. Professional, familial, platonic, and certainly not romantic. It takes time for him to develop relationships with people and connect with them. Of course, he’s a charmer, there’s no denying that. All of the Finch siblings are, Alexandra being the occasional exception; but to actually connect with someone, that was a different story for the small-town lawyer. 

It had been a few years since he had been involved in the Tom Robinson trial. Things in Maycomb had cooled off a little bit, but the Finch’s were still slightly on the outs, I guess that's why she took to them so quickly, and them to her. 

She came to town unannounced. How Stephanie Crawford didn't know about her settling into Maycomb until she was already living across the street would always be a mystery to Atticus (and Miss Stephanie, as a matter of fact). She came quietly, though her presence was anything but. She was the latest and most juicy gossip Maycomb’s had in a while. For what reason, Atticus was once again in the dark (he didn't partake in the drama and gossip much). She seemed like a nice girl, but according to Maycomb, she was a bit too boyish and independent for the county’s liking. And besides that, she was educated and had been sent to a women's college in New York (that much Stephanie Crawford knew). A total outrage. 

Atticus met her that next Saturday morning when Maudie had invited the Finch's over for breakfast. Scout took to her quickly, as did Jem; though her pretty face made the confident young teen a bit more awkward than he would have hoped. 

There was no denying she was pretty, what with the way her hair perfectly complimented her complexion and her eyes and smile rivaled to be her brightest feature. But it was her spirit that drew Atticus Finch to the young woman. She was smart, witty, funny, and vivacious. On that Saturday morning, they talked about books and the world and every little thing. They were both smitten instantly.

After their initial meeting, the father of two would often chat from across the street with his young neighbor. One morning when she had mentioned that she was in need of a job, he had the bright idea of hiring her as his secretary (of sorts). She thanked him with a home-cooked meal and informed him of her plan to work for him until she could find a position better suited for her degree. He, of course, agreed and understood, knowing that Maycomb was a small town. 

She started the following week and Atticus spent most of his days showing her around and training her for the job. They grew close during this time, there were inside jokes and meaningful glances. She would bring him lunch occasionally as well, staying to eat with him (and flirt with him). Though, neither would dare say that there was anything more behind their fraternizing besides honest friendship, yet, Maycomb and Alexandra Handcock felt otherwise.

“She is too young for you, Atticus. That’s all I’m trying to say.“

“Thank you for reminding me I’m an old man, Zandra.” Atticus teased. It seemed as though, the older he got, the more the sarcastic remarks seemed to fall right out of his mouth (the sarcasm reserved for his siblings and occasionally Jem and Scout).

“That’s not-- I’m just trying to warn you. I know work has kept you quite busy as of late, but this younger generation, well they are just somethin’ else I tell you.” Alexandra aggressively stirred whatever it was she was cooking over the stove.” Atticus, you’ve seen ‘er. The short dresses and red lipstick, it’s disgraceful! Is that someone you want Scout looking up to?” she turned around to face him now, wooden spoon in one hand, the other on her hip. 

Atticus stands picking up his coat and hat.

“She's a very fine young woman, Zandra.” is all he says as he puts on his hat. He decides to leave it at that. He could defend his young friend all he wanted, but Alexandra wouldn’t budge. “We better get going now, thank you for lunch.” He then calls to the children that it's time to leave.

“You mind her, Atticus!” his sister shouts from the kitchen, unable to leave her cooking.

“Have a good day, Zandra.” Atticus calls as he, Scout, and Jem exit the landing.

Atticus was used to his sister’s comments, but there was something about their earlier conversation that kept his mind occupied during the car ride back to Maycomb. Why hadn't he denied her insinuations that there was something more than friendship between him and his secretary? And why had he left so quickly after she brought it up? He knew it was best to nip Alexandra's accusations and insinuations in the bud, but normally he humored her gossiping a bit more. 

***

“Cal!” Atticus called through that house as he shrugged off his coat. “Would you mind making an extra serving of supper tonight? I invited our neighbor over for dinner...again.” Cal, who had popped her head out of the kitchen doorway, grinned at the single father. “Yessir.” 

Then came the thumping of footsteps. Scout (of course) came bursting into the hallway with a goofy grin. “Oh, Atticus.” she giggled, her feet were still planted where they originally stopped but she leaned her back shoulders against the wall behind her. Atticus raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her antics. “Yes, Scout?” He hangs up his coat and slips off his shoes. She watches him for a moment, a playful grin once again tugging at her lips. “Nothin’.”

And she bolts to Jem's room. 

Everyone knew of Atticus’ crush before he did. It was a hot topic among the kids and Calpernia did her best to shut the rumors down even though she too knew of the events unfolding. It was impossible to miss. The longing stares and slight stutter was most unusual for the father of two. The fact that he invited her over for supper nearly every night didn't help either. How could he not invite her over again when here she was looking utterly radiant flipping through the pages of her book, and here he was, unable to focus on his reading as he admired her. Maybe the gossip wasn't gossip.  Jem and Scout had gone to bed about an hour ago and Calpernia had just left. Atticus had offered Cal a ride, nearly insisting, but she simply shook her head and gave the man a knowing smile, closing the door quietly behind her. 

“What are you starin’ at Mr.Finch?” the young woman flirts with a shy smile.

“Oh, just thinking.” He closes his book. “Are you traveling back north to see your folks for the holidays?”

“I’m not sure yet, I haven't thought about it too much to be completely honest.” she closes her book too, bringing her legs down from off the chair she was sitting in and instead crossing her legs. “I haven't got too much family left around anyways.” 

“Well, if you'd like, you're welcome to join us at the landing for Christmas this year. Jack is coming to town next week. I know he and the children would be quite thrilled to see you there.” 

“Oh I'm sure he would.” She roll her eyes and Atticus hums humorously at her exasperation. 

She had already met Jack once before. He came for a week to visit for Scout's 10th birthday. The youngest finch was beguiled by the girl instantly. He had a thing for fiery women and the more he pushed the more she argued and he ate up every second of it. She liked Jack and his eccentric personality and wicked tongue. He was fun to flirt and contest with but both knew he was not the brother she was focused on. Unfortunately for all, that did not seem clear to Atticus. 

“Does your sister know you're inviting me over? From what Jack and the children have said I don't think she’s too fond of me.” 

“She’s not too fond of anyone, don't dwell on it, sweet.” He stands, letting out a sigh and walking over to her. “Besides, I think you deserve the chance for her to get to know you properly before forming any opinions.” He takes her hand as she stands from the chair “I’ll walk you home.”

***

Christmas was rapidly approaching and it was decided that Atticus would be bringing the young neighbor along this year. Atticus made it known that she was not obligated to bring any presents but she insisted on getting Scout and Jem something for welcoming her so graciously. She didn't forget about the older man either, but he insisted on her not spending a cent on him, so instead she baked him something new every week in December, that he could not say no to. 

It was a later night at the firm and quite frigid out as well. On nights like this, she would wait patiently for Atticus to finish up and he would give her a ride back home with him. Busying herself with some last-minute gift wrapping, she hears the door swing open.

“There she is.” 

“Jack Finch.” 

She stands and makes her way over to the raven-haired man, giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek. 

“Where’s that brother of mine?” he asks but calls loudly enough for Atticus to hear. 

As Atticus makes his way to the front of the building, his brother inquires about the scattered wrapping and cheap toys. 

“Ah, that's right. Alexandra did say that we'd have a floozy attending Christmas this year.” And the remark is barely out of his mouth before she slaps his shoulder and he feigns hurt. At the same time, Atticus had made his way out of the office and was quickly embracing his brother. The two exchange pleasantries and she continues wrapping but not for long before Jack starts on his devilry again. 

“Hmm, I do wonder what my caring ol’ brother got you. Perhaps a silk slip for you to wear for him?” Jack teased.

“That’ll do, Jack.” Atticus speaks calmly, yet the hint of embarrassment in his voice is unmistakable. 

She throws a present at the younger Finch (which he catches).

“Jack Finch you oughta be the naughtiest man in Maycomb county!” she chirped. “You’re lucky your older sister wasn't around to hear you say that.” She can’t help but laugh slightly, imagining what Alexandra would do if she heard that innuendo that had slipped passed his lips. 

“Besides,” she starts, straightening her dress. “Atticus and I agreed that we wouldn't exchange gifts due to the economic climate of my wallet.” she couldn't help but joke, and the brothers couldn't help but smile.

*** 

Christmas had finally come and so far it had gone better than anyone expected. Dinner had been lovely, there was absolutely no denying Alexandra's cooking. Both of the women had definitely had their guard up at the start of the holiday but as the dinner and questions went on Atticus’ guest seemed to be passing more of Alexandra’s tests than either had expected and therefore she was slightly less hostile than anticipated. Or maybe it was just that it was Christmas, either way, Atticus was grateful that she seemed to be feeling somewhat cheerful. In fact, she had tasked the young lady with dealing out the presents (as she was not quite trusted in the kitchen just yet). 

There were three more presents for the girl to pass out. One large box and two smaller ones. The larger one had a big nametag on it that spelled out Jem in large text. Clearly from Scout as she was not one for subtlety. The other was for Atticus’ sister Caroline, who she seemed to click with instantly that night. The last small box was thinner and more rectangular-shaped. It wasn't wrapped, but only because there was no need. The box was a soft velvet and a deep crimson color. The only decoration that adorned it was a simple green ribbon and a smaller nametag on it. Taking a peek at the name, her heart skipped a beat. It was her name on the card and that handwriting she could recognize anywhere. She admired the gift for another moment before she felt a presence behind her. 

“About that,” Atticus drawls, gently taking the velvet box in his hands. “Could I have a word with you? Out back, maybe?”

“You didn't.” she says with mock seriousness.

“I’m afraid so.” he jokes back.

And Jack Finch is just grinning. 

She follows him out onto the back porch of the landing. An elongated rocking chair was nestled in the corner surrounded by pale yellow gardenias. As she sat, she noticed the small wrapped box that was held firm in the older man’s long fingers. 

“So, I suppose that’s for me then.” she nods meekly to the gift.

“Indeed.”

The giving and receiving is gentle and warm. She delicately unties the ribbon and pulls out the dainty necklace with a teardrop-shaped ruby hanging from the middle.

“Oh, Atticus I--” 

“How bout I put it on for you, hm?” His question is more rhetorical, and as she shuts her gaping mouth she realizes that that might be the first time he’s ever interrupted her. She hands him the necklace and turns so he will have an easier time putting it on. She sits up straighter and shivers lightly as his fingertips sweep over the back of her neck. She quickly feels her cheeks and ears heat from the intimate contact. 

Once it’s on, she turns back to face him. 

“I don’t know what to say-- thank you, Atticus.” 

He smiles at her and she gives him a heartfelt hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

He takes a deep breath in and his smile fades a bit as they pull away. 

“There’s somethin’ else, too” He places his hands on his knees and looks at her very matter-of-factly. And she looks cautious but listens willingly.

“We’ve-- uh-- We’ve gotten to know each other rather well since your moving here. The children seem to really like you being around and all.” He pauses and looks a bit shy but gains some confidence when he sees her grinning face. 

“They're both such lovely people.” she reassures and he gives an appreciative but still slightly nervous glance and suddenly she can't take it anymore. All the compliments, dinners, time spent together, and now the necklace. This beautiful necklace. No one had ever made her feel so loved or welcomed and she couldn't help herself when her eyes kept flicking down to his pouty lips and she's trying to focus on what he's about to say but sooner than either of them realize, they are leaning in and closing their eyes and her lips are pressed against his. One of his hands moves to her shoulder as the two fall deeper into the kiss. The nervous tension that filled the air dissipated entirely. As they separate she can't help but bite her bottom lip and look up at him. It's obvious on his face that her alluring look makes him want to indulge himself again, but instead, he chuckles a little and so does she. 

“I'm sorry–” she apologizes. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Well, I was just hopin’ you'd maybe like to be around a little more even.” he leans back slightly, and the hand that was on her shoulder is now rubbing circles over her knuckles. “You're a wonderful gal, and if you’ll have me, I'd love to take you out somewhere nice– court you properly.” 

“I would love that.”

The pair grin goofily at each other.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Atticus.”

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Heyy! How are u? I hope you’re doing well i saw you wanted some requests for xiao and i thought of an idea so we know xiao’s true form is a bird right? How about xiao’s s/o one day discovers it by an accident? Like maybe the s/o is an adventurer and was exploring around liyue in the night and happened to hear the whistling sound we hear in the game in liyue (the one where xiao calls for his dead friends) and the s/o goes to see what the noise is the rest is up to you

Entwined.

Xiao x gn!reader, 5.5k words. Some angst and then all fluff, it may not have been exactly what you wanted but I do hope you like it! I love bird Xiao <3 Feel free to send more Xiao asks! Rest assured I will write them even if it takes some time :3

Being an adventurer is hard work.

Find a suitable commission (which never happens), figure out any additional details (clients never provide enough info, especially the rich ones), plan your schedule, budget and equipment accordingly (it often falls short thanks to their unreasonable demands), finally carry out the commission (it often turns out to be far more frustrating and time consuming than you anticipated), get angry when the client stubbornly refuses to cough up the original sum of mora (this thankfully doesn’t happen as much), nurse your wounds (ouch) and worry nonstop about any sudden emergencies (what if you get injured? What’s going to happen when you get old?) You sometimes wish you listened to your family and became a scholar instead.

Anyway, you’re currently locked in a bitter battle with a rank one (1) asshole, so maybe you just have an unreasonably short fuse right now.

Some days past an old, rich Fontainian posted a commission at the Liyue branch of the Adventurers guild. And you were lucky enough to snag it. It was a stroke of sheer fortune, quite literally, too- if you could meet the client’s demands, you’d end up with a completely inane amount of mora. You planned on doing this mission solo- after all, any expenses incurred would be more than covered by the heaps of mora you’d be swimming in soon enough.

But some conniving liar told Katheryne you’d agreed to pair up with him- and she believed him before you could confirm it, so now you’re officially partners… which means you’re forced to share the spoils.

You’re so tempted to drop the commission altogether, but-

“But that’s what he wants,” you hiss, hiking up the trail along the beautiful mountains of Jueyun Karst. Normally this would be a soothing trip- Jueyun Karst is so glorious you sometimes wonder if the gods picked a random mortal’s preferences to model it after (yours), but today you saw only the bad, like the still smoking fires left behind by some careless brigands, and a dead mouse. You consider bringing it back to Changsheng as a twisted joke- no, she’d paralyse you. Best to focus on the task at hand. You go over the details.

The commission was vague (rich, old man), although a bit sad (old man). If you really did find what he wants though (unlikely, vague request, but if partially fulfilled, you get half the mora) you wouldn’t have to work at all for perhaps the next six months (rich man).

Apparently, a long, long time ago, the rich old man saw a beautiful apparition in the form of a woman. Lost in the foggy mountains on a rainy day, he saw her seated on a tree nestled deep somewhere in Jueyun Karst. She apparently rescued his life, by appearing on a different tree each time he got too close, leading him out the valley. When he asked for her name, she responded with a mere scoff, then vanished for good.

You’re pretty sure that’s either bull or some ghost. Sounded disturbingly like an Inazuman tale you heard once. Either way, she doesn’t exactly sound like a normal person.

And he wants you to find her.

How are you even supposed to do that? The old man is decrepit, according to Katheryne, who (bless her bionic heart) tried her damnedest to convince him it was something out of the ordinary, and that he should give up. You agree with her- you’re pretty sure it was either a ghost (no finding it), an adeptus (no finding them) or an actual mortal woman (Xiao’s influencing you too much. You could’ve just said woman. Also, if it really was just a woman, which she wasn’t, she’s probably dead by now.)

But you didn’t really have the heart to tell the old man that. Or maybe you got a little greedy. But hey, he can afford it! And you just might end up end up giving his broken heart some closure, right?

You figure you’ll ask around, look for the grave. So far you’ve had no leads, besides some blue haired kid (with the ugliest haircut, you think, then feel bad for thinking that of a kid) lying to your face in an attempt to prank you. It’s so strange, because you’re pretty sure you’ve seen her-? Him? With someone important, in silks and brocade. You just can’t remember who… but you digress.

You’ve checked everywhere you could think of in the past two, almost three weeks. Nothing. You’ve even been to Mingyun Village- again, nothing. Right up until a child in Qingce told you she saw a similar pretty woman, on a tree in Jueyun Karst. Really.

You’ve spent days in Jueyun Karst, craning your neck and nearly stumbling down mountain slopes, eyes throbbing from the light, spine burning. But nothing. You considered taking the easy way out and telling him it was Cloud Retainer, but you’re an adventurer with morals and besides, anyone who’s met her knows she never stops talking. But on the subject of your quarry, why did that bitch find a nondescript tree to sit in every time? Was it so hard to just go sit on the big, glowy one?

“Old hag,” you mutter. Your calves feel about as solid as almond tofu right now, and your brain just as smooth. You have no idea how you’re going to do this, but. The mora.

You glance at the note Katheryne gave you. It told you just a few things- a dark haired woman in a tree, with hair that fluttered like downy feathers in the wind (poetic old man. Also rich, you remind yourself), pale, in a tree, nothing more.

You sigh.

At least Jueyun Karst is pretty at night.

And comfortable enough to camp in, you figure. Granted, there’s some treasure hoarders and monsters, but it is the abode of the adepti after all.

You shrug, and trudge upward along the winding paths. Darkness is gathering, but your eyes adjust.

Eventually, the lingering shadows cease to lengthen and melt into the darkness enveloping the mountain as a whole. You’re disconcerted as you start to make camp in a copse, but reassured by the small blaze you’ve lit to warm yourself at some distance.

Upon making camp, you settle down on the grass with a snack. The wind rustles through your little copse and you see the moon emerge, denuding its robe of clouds. Silvery fingertips trail across the land, painting, muting Jueyun Karst beneath its touch.

It’s peaceful, yet haunting.

What’s more haunting though, is the soft, yet somehow piercing, keening cry that wafts through the air.

It’s slow at first, just a trilling hum that gets clearer and higher with every moment before lilting and fading away.

You blink. You’ve never heard such a sound before. Is it a musical instrument? A bird of some sort?

You hear it again. It doesn’t start slowly this time- it’s high, all at once, then a low humming before rising in a wail once more. It sounds like music. It sounds like weeping. And for some inexplicable reason, you feel your chest tighten and feel hollow, all at once.

This is a bad idea, you tell yourself as you scrabble to put out the fire. You remind yourself of the same once more as you pack all your things (after you just made camp, too), fingers trembling, dropping things. Perhaps this is it, the maiden you were looking for.

You sling the bag across your shoulder with a force that makes you stumble, then start making your way up the hill.

Maybe this really is it, you think. In the distance you see tiny glows, nestled away across the vale. Probably treasure hoarders. For some reason, your heart aches.

It feels like you’ve been sitting stagnant for too long. Everything around you has grown. When you pull your hand up to wipe away a tear, you see it shrouded in spiderwebs. They reach past your ribs, to your elbow, to the rest of you. Force their way gently into your mouth, into your ears. They’re in your nostrils. You cannot breathe.

Arriving near the source of the sound, you sit onto the grass for a moment, to rest. The webs are swaying, scratching uncomfortably across all of you. Tightening and loosening and tangling, keeping you in place. You cannot move.

You’ll cut yourself.

Get a grip. Oh, Morax.

There’s a lull in the cries and your head feels lighter all of a sudden. You blink, then start to get up- utterly nonplussed, what are you doing here-

A sobbing, recoiling cry abruptly sounds from before you, the maker contained away in the hurst right before you, overlooking the valley. The moon skips ahead, weaves between the clouds.

Steeling yourself, heart racing, you enter the thicket peek, behind the tree and look up towards the sound.

It’s a… something. A mess of tattered wings and bloodied feathers and too many eyes. In the night they all look black and silver, but realisation hits you with the force of a thousand spears- this is Xiao.

It’s Xiao.

Keening, weeping, alone. Seated on a tree, cradled in its branches. Shielded by its crown. He’s crying.

He’s crying.

He sheds no tears in his avian form- large gold eyes turned to the moon, muscular neck lain limply across a branch. You see his throat move and his eyes shut- eyes that are still gold, even in the dark- as he lets out another cry.

You can see his back and tail- the rest is covered by multiple sprawling wings. They’re dark. Looking at them feels as though looking at a human bruise on an oil painting. Disconcerting. The smoke coming off them makes them smudge into the dark, become one with it.

He’s beautiful.

But he’s crying and you’ve never known you could feel such anguish at someone else’s grief. Pain, sure, but this is something eyes. Tears well in your eyes to compensate for his current form. One runs down your cheek and it snaps you to your senses- what are you doing, just standing around?

You step towards him, arms outstretched, his name on the tip of your tongue. Your mind’s a mess. Vaguely, you can tell there is something amiss. Voices slither inside your head, voices that don’t belong, filling it up with murmurs in a tongue you don’t understand. Full of vitriol, they ignite emotions within you you didn’t even know existed. Grief so intense you feel as though your heart really is bleeding into your chest. Fury so immense you can’t help but slam a palm into the trunk of the tree next to you and gasp. They twine and twist into shapes and colours you cannot see. For just a moment, you’re blinded, agony blooming across your body. You shudder, gasp.

Something is wrong.

Your vision turns hazy- you glance up to see the bird descend before you, wings magnificently spread, beak- no, mouth now- open, crying out in alarm. You collapse into his outstretched arms and it feels like too much and nothing all at once. Warm water- warm tears- fall onto your temple as your knees buckle. You feel vertigo when he instead has lowered you gently to the ground. Just as you faint, you see him- mouth open, gritted teeth, face damp with tears. You say his name- at least you try-

When you come to, you’re in Bubu Pharmacy.

You feel so unencumbered all at once- the flames across your skin extinguished, the voices silent, the webs gently spooled away. Thank Baizhu. And you can see again, see normally, blind once more to the auras and colours mortals mustn’t see- or perhaps you hallucinated it all.

The old man from the funeral parlour- Zhongli, you recall- is seated on a chair next to you. His posture is a little slack. Sitting up with some difficulty, you see that his eyes are shut. The harbour is silent.

You glance out the window only to see the cheerless night sky mirror the inky ocean below.

Oh no.

You cannot delay. What are you doing here? How long were you asleep? You’re wearing loose, white clothes- who changed you? No matter. You need to find Xiao, because he was crying and your lungs feel like they’re folding in on themselves, and by Morax, he’s probably all alone once more, and you’ve added to his pain by being foolish and interrupting him as he vents in a moment of catharsis-

You stumble out of bed and look around to gather your things, then decide to just come collect them later. You’ve no time to waste. You hear Zhongli inhale deeply as he suddenly awakens- why was this guy in here with you anyways- and quickly bolt, locking the door behind you as you do so.

Sorry, Mr. Zhongli.

You regret not taking his talks about Karmic debt as seriously as you should have. You’re not worried for yourself- you feel much better already (you lift your vision up to your heart. You’re beyond grateful- it’s the only gift the gods have ever given you, their only gift that matters) but Xiao must feel abominable guilt right now. You must reach him, tell him you’re fine, tell him it’s not your fault.

You’re halfway across the main bridge on the northern side of Liyue harbour when you realise it’ll take way too long to find Xiao like this. You could call out his name, of course, but you don’t want to accidentally make him teleport and exert himself in the middle of a breakdown.

You run your hand through your hair, almost pulling it out as you do and glare out at the sea. From the corner of your eye you see the Millelith guards standing by the gate shoot one another unnerved glances, then turn towards you. What’s their problem?

Now irritable, you make your way towards them to politely ask what the matter is- but they clutch one another in terror and immediately start shrieking. You yelp and duck, looking around frantically for the danger. The guards continue babbling and pointing, then screech again as you panic and frantically crawl towards them. Maybe you’re a bit more disoriented than you thought you were, because the only people you see on the bridge are you and the guards pointing at you- oh.

You stop crawling and look at them, pushing back the hair from your face as you stumble to your feet. The buffer guard has the smaller one planted firmly before himself like a shield. You sigh and they squeak. Then the bigger one cries out-

“Adeptus Xiao!”

This bitch. You probably are delirious because by now you’ve lost any semblance of self control and feel nothing but fury. Xiao’s going through something right now! You’re not a ghost! Isn’t this supposed to be an era of mortals?

“COWARDS!” You howl, launching yourself at the duo and throw aside the shorter guard with strength you didn’t know you possessed. Before you can grab the bigger one and clamp his lips shut with your bare fingernails, however, you feel slender, firm arms wrap around your waist and tug you gently back against a warm torso.

Xiao’s long, elaborate sleeve drapes over your front as he holds you. You feel his breath against your neck. You’re immediately consumed by worry so potent you can barely recall what you were even angry about. He leans into you a little and you press your palm against his cheek.

He seems exhausted.

✦—————————————✦

You ended up taking Xiao home that night- or was it morning? You wish you knew. All you do know is that he slumped against you and you half walked, half dragged him home, providing no explanation to the Millelith guards (they didn’t demand one either.)

Xiao drowsed off as soon as you got home and once you’ve sufficiently fussed over him, cocooned him in layers upon layers of blankets (it’s cold out) and put copious amounts of snacks and water on the bedside table, you make your way over to the couch and crash out.

Just in case.

Sleep takes you easily, pushing past your desperate, incoherent rambles, bringing your body some much needed rest. You awaken when you feel the sun jab rudely at your eyes with its bright, unswerving fingers.

It’s nearly afternoon.

You push yourself up slowly till you’re seated, checking for tiredness or any injuries. None. You’re positive this time- you’re in your right senses.

Your face flushes when you recall what happened yesterday. Or was it today? No matter. Praying to never see those guards again, you slide off the couch and make your way towards your bedroom.

Xiao’s upright, alert and giving his ungloved hands a glare so severe you nearly flinch. When he turns towards you, though, his eyes soften to a degree that might make one doubt him even capable of anger. You can’t help but mirror his softness.

You also can’t help feeling a bit downcast, however, and you suspect it shows. Racking your brains for something- anything- to say, you part your lips, but only end up exhaling. You’re having trouble meeting his eyes. You suspect he feels the same.

You stand at the threshold for several moments before finally making your way in, and Xiao’s off the bed in an instant. You feel hands grip your heart and twist when he moves wordlessly across the room, away from you, gesturing towards the bed.

You hate it.

Xiao lives in terror of losing his loved ones- paranoia makes him check in on them from afar, gift amulets, slay any evil that might hurt them. Scores of times he’s caught you before you fell, warned you of danger, reminded you to take care of yourself before you even noticed something amiss.

You know him keeping his distance is him ensuring your safety. Him showing you he cares. It serves only to heighten your anguish.

This has been among your worst fears since the moment you began to care for him- that he’d consider himself a danger to someone he loves.

“Xiao,” you whisper, and your voice wavers more than you wanted to, is softer than you intended. He meets your eyes at that, finally, finally and your chest constricts at his wary gaze. You’re tempted to make light of it- tell him you’re fine, banter a little- but you know that’ll only leave him with a heavier heart, wondering when he’d hurt someone next. You need to address this now, for his sake.

“Hey.” You smile. Good, your voice didn’t waver this time. “Are you…” You trail off. How do you even begin to talk about this?

This isn’t awkward, this is a minefield, except it’ll blow up in his face if you mess up somehow. Your heart quickens.

You try to calm yourself. What does Baizhu say? Don’t borrow anxiety from the future? The future is in motion right now, Baizhu! Useless man.

“I’m sorry.”

You blink rapidly, nonplussed. “What—”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, in a tone so repentant you almost respond with a hurried ‘it’s okay’ despite him having done nothing wrong. Despite it all, a tiny laugh bubbles up in your chest.

Baizhu, that silly old man (he’s your age). You suppose he is right sometimes. (Always.)

You’ve both lived too long, have survived too much to worry about something as small as this. Sure, in a vacuum, it is scary- but truth be told you feel fine- in fact you think you have an even better understanding now of the agony that has become his everyday, that he has endured for eons. This is something you can fix.

You smile and make your way towards Xiao, draw him into your embrace. He makes a quiet sound of protest that’s promptly muffled by you pushing his head affectionately into your shoulder. He exhales, then kisses it and remains in your arms but makes no move to wrap you in his.

That’s fine. You exhale . Xiao feels your breath waft over his ear, your warm, chapped lips as they brush over his face, landing tiny kisses. Your heart continues beating.

You’re there, right with him. Safe. Alive. Alright.

You sway gently, just holding him until eventually he places his palms on your waist and draws you a bit closer, ever so gently. As though you were the soft, powdery wings of a tiny butterfly in the dry summer months.

Before he can apologise- you do. You’re composed at first when you murmur an apology and explain how you came across him- but quickly become teary eyed when you recall how he looked up in that tree, mourning, all alone. His heart hurts. He hates seeing you cry, hates that he caused it- but he finds it difficult to dwell on anything else but the fact that you saw his monstrous, contaminated form and thought him beautiful. That you instantly wanted to hold him close. He feels dizzy.

“And,” you continue, sniffling, “I couldn’t think of anything else. I just felt overwhelmed. I just wanted to- to comfort you.” You’re not going to mention the voices and the pain. Maybe in a few decades. Maybe on your deathbed when it won’t matter anyway. You hear Baizhu’s ‘tsk tsk’ in your head and some vague speech about trust and communication, but you don’t care enough about that right now.

“And then I fainted.” You shrug. “Then I’m guessing you brought me to Baizhu? But I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault at all. I should’ve known to be more careful-“

“Please don’t lie to me.” His voice is soft, strained. He wishes you’d tell him the truth. Was it that much worse? “Tell me what else happened. Did it hurt? Do you feel better now? I’m so-“

You clamp a hand over his mouth. “It’s not your fault!” You protest. “What if some Inazuman wrestler guy threw me at you and you broke your arm, that wouldn’t be my fault- shh don’t interrupt me.” You put your other palm over the first and he exhales, warm breath wafting over your knuckles. You feel calmer already. The wonders of Xiao’s hugs never cease to impress.

“And… yeah, it hurt a bit. There were voices in my head.” He looks stricken. You consider making a garbage joke to cheer him up, but remember you were trying to be a mature adult and sigh. “My body hurt, too. Is that what it’s like for you? All the time?”

He hesitates, but nods with a sigh. “I’ve had centuries to get used to it, however.” You wait for him to draw you even closer, but he’s just looking, taking in your features. He looks as though he’s reassuring himself but not with much relief in sight.

You draw closer on your own instead, with a snort. “It all happened so fast, though. And it… it sucked honestly, even if it was just a couple of minutes. I’m sorry it’s like that for you every day.”

“It lessens with good company.” He finally looks relieved- apparently enough to even jest a little. “Which is likely why it worsens with you.”

You gasp in mock outrage. Maybe Baizhu was right about this whole communication thing. This is going well so far- or maybe not, because the next thing to come gently out Xiao’s mouth is a request to not approach him if he’s having a breakdown henceforth.

“Sorry, no can do. Nuh-uh.”

You swear you see question marks form over his head. “This is not a ‘nuh-uh’ situation, (Name). You could die or develop chronic health issues.” He frowns. “I don’t think-“

“I grasp the gravity of this situation,” you retort, a bit frustrated too. “I’ll stay away if I see or sense the Karmic debt- I will make some other adeptus come to you, though-“

“You cannot make the adep-“

“I will.“

He sighs.

“And,” you continue, “I’ll keep an eye. From afar, but I’ll keep an eye on you and wait for it to be over, before I can come to you again. And if you’re ever sad in a more ordinary sort of way, I will not leave your side, no matter what.” You press your forehead to his with a quiet sigh. “Because I love you. And it hurts when you’re in pain.”

There’s a pause, with neither of you moving. You hear a group of teenagers laugh outside and run past the house. You wonder if that blue haired brat from earlier is with them.

Xiao exhales, then finally (FINALLY!) wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, impossibly so. You rest your cheek against his as he gives you a rueful smile. You’ve won! Ah no, what was it Baizhu said? There’s no individual victor in relationships? Damn, you’re a good student.

But seeing Xiao so close once more… you’re certain you’ve won regardless.

✦—————————————✦

The next couple of hours are spent relaxing, unwinding and examining one another for injuries (this is why you’re perfect together. Mutual respect? Mutual affection? Yes, but also mutual anxiety). A worried Baizhu also comes to pay a visit. He’s angry about you vanishing without notice but cools off quickly as you and Xiao assuage his worries. Changsheng is not so easily mollified and turns even more furious upon being called an ‘angry little noodle’ by you.

Come noon, you and Xiao make your way to Wanmin- neither of you are in much of a mood to cook.

Besides, your consolations have worked wonders and Xiao looks considerably calmer than he did in the morning. Not exactly cheerful, but a happy display is a rarity even on the best of days, so you acquiesce. He’s still careful and is being extra-gentle with you, but you’re glad he’s not blaming himself for not noticing you sooner anymore.

Unbeknownst to you, though, his eyes are on you constantly. Truth be told, he’s only really agreed to dine out in order to observe your movements, reactions to light and the crowd to check for any lingering effects of his Karma. You’ve decimated his morbid expectations though (much to his immense relief)- cheerier than ever, you buy bread and meat for any stray animals you come across, happily greet the friends you bump into and tilt your face upwards to bemusedly watch the clouds form increasingly obscene shapes (what are you up to, Retainer?)

He's a little stunned at how quickly everything happened- he expected his culpability to haunt him for much longer and feels guilty for getting over it so fast. It’s not that he doesn’t care- you matter to him more than anything in Liyue and were anything to actually happen to you because of him, he would truly would have lost the strength he used to cling to his brittle life.

It's just… a bit absurd. You haven’t raised a fuss at all about yourself, besides complaining a little initially. You comforted him instead, and were confused when he tried to reciprocate because “it happened, but it’s over. It’s not your fault and I really am okay now.” You seem to have meant it when you told him it was a terrible but distant memory. In your defence, the ordeal did take only a couple of minutes before he teleported you abruptly to Bubu Pharmacy (he still owes Baizhu an apology for dropping a whole human being into his arms and bolting).

So he allows himself to relax (the voices in his head tell him to split himself on his spear. He hurt you once, he’ll do it again. He imagines you screaming at them to piss off and ends up smiling softly instead).

He shakes his head when you ask what he’s amused about, bright eyed and curious and he gives you the fondest of expressions when you glance away and up at Katheryne. Xiangling teasingly gags at him from behind you, then yelps and runs into the kitchens to dodge Shenhe’s glares.

Xiao wishes you picked a table in the back- the Adventurer’s Guild is plainly visible from where you’re seated and something up there clearly has you distracted. No matter. At least now he can take you in without interruptions.

You look invested- eyes narrowing with amusement first, then further to slits with annoyance. Startled, he turns to see exactly what evoked such disdain from you, and his eyes meet that of a dark haired man, presently engaged in conversation with an elderly gentleman dressed in Fontaine’s fashions. Maybe. Those shoes aren’t fashionable anywhere, he’s pretty sure. Menogias would’ve wept.

The man that’s earned your ire happens to appear quite exquisite by mortal standards- handsome and tall and- Xiao shoots you a hurried glance. Yes, that’s anger, thank the skies-

“You see that guy over there?” You bring the glass to your lips for a sip before lowering it with more force than is necessary. “He’s the jerk I told you about. The one who’s stealing half my commission.”

Xiao blinks. “But he hasn’t found anyone according to the description, has he?”

You frown. “Obviously not. If she really did- hm?”

He turns in his chair to see Katheryne and the men approach- one barrel chested and tall, the other slight and elderly, shuffling along with the pace and gait of a caterpillar. When they get a bit closer, however, the old man stiffens, then breaks into a rapid hobble, before pausing right before Xiao and bursting into tears.

What the- this is fine. He’s not too close. Xiao is still and wide eyed like a startled deer. You bite back the urge to kiss his face all over, then fight the momentary urge to punt the old man as he reaches out to touch Xiao’s face, still bawling. Xiao jerks and stands. The man turns to you as you grab his arm and try to gently sooth him, smacking you away.

“Oh,” he blubbers. “So many nights you’ve haunted my dreams. How I’ve waited all these years. I knew- I knew-“ he coughs, vehemently shakes his fist to keep the rest of you away. “Don’t come closer! I know her- that’s the love of my life!”

Mortals.

The lovely maiden in a tree being Xiao did not surprise you in the slightest. It was a bit startling but you feel incredibly foolish for not connecting the dots earlier.

Pretty maiden up in a tree.

“Really, who else could it be?” You bite into the muffin you bought on the way home.

“Xi- Cloud Retainer.”

“Oh. Is she pretty?”

Xiao tilts his head. He’s adorable. You resist the urge to haul him back down the road for another meal- what a miserable date, that was.

After finally catching Xiao the old man first wept into his chest (he reminded you of an unused hair tie with how scrunched up and tiny he was. The old man, to be clear, not Xiao. Xiao is tiny but firm), then clasped his clawed hands within his own soft, wrinkly ones (you’re glad Xiao didn’t forget his gloves and you can tell he’s even gladder) and begged Xiao to go with him to Fontaine.

Xiao’s answer being an alarmed, emphatic ‘no’ only succeeded in making the man cling tighter and cry harder.

You did start feeling terrible for the poor guy by that point, so you gave him a handkerchief and some water, sat him down and once he was finally calm and lucid, you explained to him that this was not the maiden he saw all those years ago, but in fact, your beloved.

Your kindness evaporated fast though when he smacked you in the face with your own hankie and swore to never pay you your commission. You left to eat elsewhere at that point. That sounded like a problem for your (rather distressed) ‘partner.’

Presently, though, you’re waiting for Xiao to tell you more about Cloud Retainer. You’ve surmised two things from his slip ups; she lives in the harbour nowadays, and her name starts with “Sh.”

You’re honestly convinced it’s Shenhe, and even more so when Xiao tells you she’s more imposing than pretty. When you tell him your guess, though, he gives an uncharacteristic laugh, so bright and warm. You want to store it in a bottle to sip at on the cold days.

When you tell him so upon reaching home, he just laughs again (!) and kisses your entwined hands. He prays you won't let go.

[sour-leminies]

DO YOU KNOW WHAT BREAKS MY HEART?! THAT THERE IS NOT MORE MONTY FICS! LIKE PLEASE HES SO PERFECT!!!!

LOOK AT HIM!

AN ANGEL, MY SWEET MUFFIN CAKES (ok I’ll stop—😭)

BUT NO CAUSE ITS CRIMINAL THAT THIS MAN DONT HAVE MORE

also I did learn of Joshua Colley from Hook decedents rise of red — it was the best thing of my life.

[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 8 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Penelope wages a war as the night seems to never end. Both Colin and you experiencing grief. Bridges crumbling for a silenced storm leaves a bitter taste at the battlefield. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 9 & part 10]

Letting Prudence guid you, she approached her dearly husband by the pillars. Prudence let go of your arm as her husband noticed the slight distress on your face. – “Are you quite alright, Y/n?” – he asked placing his hand gently against your upper arm. You simply forced out a smile, not wanting to say much. He turned to his wife for more reason. Prudence leaned in a bit closer to whisper to him. Looking away, you tried to look around for Penelope. Unsure of what she might do. A waiter with a tray walked past as you snatched one of the glasses before it was out of reach. Drinking nearly half of it in one breath.

Prudence kept whispering to her husband as you knew it was so obviously about Penelope and you. She must have heard something. Not wanting to wait for the aftermath, you slipped away before they could notice you. – “Y/n I…” – Robert started wanting to be of some kindness to his sister in law. Stunned he lowered his hand. No sight of you. – “Where is she?” – Prudence asked confused, getting a bit on her toes to overlook. – “I’ll look for her.” – Robert replied to reassure his dearly wife. He left Prudence’s side, joining the crowd to find you.

Colin looked surprised seeing Penelope stand in front of him. From the sense of her expression, he knew she had something burning on her lips. Colin turned a bit away, to set his almost empty glass aside. – “Everything alright Pen?” – he asked, bowing his head a bit closer to her. Keeping his voice down for eager ears. Penelope sighed determined. – “I must speak with you.” – she addressed him. – “Of course.” – Colin replied moving a bit closer to her. Penelope’s gaze went around the entourage behind Colin.

“Not here.” – she insisted. Colin nodded. With one last glance over his shoulder, he followed her through the crowd to across the room. They neared the large windows that overlooked the gardens. By a large candlestick, Penelope came to a stop. Colin coming to stand before her. – “What’s wrong?” – he questioned, thinking perhaps something was wrong. Penelope took a deep breath before blurting out her next words. – “I love you.”

Her words reaching Colin as he stopped. Frozen in time. Staring speechless at her confession. – “Colin, I love you.” – she repeated needing to see a reaction out of him. Colin blinked stunned, perplexed by the revelation. – “Colin say something.” – she outed a bit impatient. – “I…I…” – he started, gulping loud as for once he didn’t know how to respond to it. – “You surely must have known…” – she went on reaching her hand out to touch Colin’s hand. – “I…I had no idea.” – he confessed moving his hand a bit back at her sudden touch. 

“Penelope…” – he started rubbing his forehead thoughtfully. His mind processing a great deal of information. He turned more towards the window, pressing his palms against his face, groaning loud. – “Why… why did you tell me this?” – he asked, almost snapping at her. Penelope blinked surprised. – “Because I love you and I…” – she started interrupted by Colin. – “I love your sister.” – he made clear. – “My…my sister?” – Penelope repeated near to stuttering.

Colin took a step closer to her, taking her hand. – “Pen, we are friends. For a very long time now…” – he started speaking. Justifying himself as Penelope took a step back, her hand slipping out of his. – “You are rejecting me.” – she breathed out, feeling herself get warm. Needing fresh air or she would faint. – “Pen I…” – Colin reached out for her, but Penelope moved her hand up. Moving dizzily on her feet. – “I…I must…” – nearly losing her balance. Colin flinched ready to catch her if she would faint.

It was getting harder for her to breath, needing an escape. Penelope turned away, stumbling towards the doors. – “Pen!” – Colin called out worried, going after her. Penelope’s heart was thumping loud. Panting loud as she forced a way out. Short breaths as she felt like losing oxygen. Her world crumbling down. The cold didn’t seem to bother her. Boiling up like a stove, she broke out in a sweat. Waving her hand, she called the carriage over. Gasping for air, she tried to fan herself some cool.

The carriage came to a stop. Penelope hurried over as they held the door open for her. With some assistance, she got in. Urging the carriage to start riding. Colin ran out, panting loud as he saw the carriage of the Featheringtons ride off. Colin whistled loud with two fingers in his mouth to call for their carriage. A footman waved at the courier. The carriage rode up to the front. – “Follow the Featheringtons carriage!” – Colin ordered before getting on. The courier lashed the horses, taking off in the midst of the night.

The carriage was wobbling with the intensity of the ride. Hooves thumping over cobble stone to catch up with the carriage up ahead. Colin loosened his tie around his neck for more breathing area. Hoping she wouldn’t faint in her carriage. Despite the confession, he stilled cared much for her.

Penelope held her hands against the frame by the sides. She started sobbing loud. Please, please have lied just now. She thought. Not wanting it to be true. Not wanting it to be true that he was in love with her sister. More tears started to come as she couldn’t stop herself. Wiping her tears aggressively away, she reached forwards. Sitting back with pencil and paper in her hand.

Robert pushed himself through the crowd, finding Albion near the desserts table. – “Albion!” – Robert called out, stopping his brother-in-law from stuffing a bit of cake in his mouth. – “Have you seen Y/n?” – he asked worriedly. Albion shook his head. Robert sighed in distress, touching his forehead whilst turning a bit away. – “Is… is something the matter?” – Albion asked curiously wiping some sugar of his fingers.

“She and Penelope are not on good terms.” – Robert let out, looking around. He took his leave again to search for you. Albion set his plate back, hurrying after his brother-in-law. – “Y/n!” – Robert called out leaving the ballroom to search elsewhere. – “Y/n.” – Albion repeated after Robert pulling a curtain aside to see if you were there. Robert gave Albion an expression if he was being serious right now.

Albion pulled his shoulders up, continuing to go after Robert. In the long hallway, they each took a side. Opening door after door to search for you. Nearing the end of the hallway, they found themselves in a glass room. Overlooking the back gardens. In the middle of the round room a large stone vase with potted plants and flowers in it.

From behind the stone vase, Robert noticed a shoulder. He went around the stone vase, Albion coming around the other side. – “Y/n.” – he said relieved coming to kneel before you. Albion joining Robert a bit shyly. – “Robert?” – you answered slightly surprised, wiping your cheek dry. Turning your gaze to Albion as well, confused. – “What… what are you doing here?” – you asked as Robert came sitting beside you. - “What are you doing here Y/n?” – he returned the question with a little nudge. Albion came sitting at your other side. – “Should you not be enjoying the night?” – he asked looking back at the garden.

Lowering your head, you exhaled soft. – “I’d much prefer to stay here.” – you answered with a faint smile. – “What is going on between Penelope and you.” – Robert asked, making you turn your head away from him. – “Y/n I know something is wrong. Prudence hates to see you like this.” – you scoffed when he brought your sister into this. – “I hate to see you like this.” – he added placing a hand on your knee.

Taking a deep breath, you let your head fall back. – “It is impossible. I fear the drift between Penelope and me will not be mended. Not while Colin remains in the crossing.” – you told them. – “You like Colin Bridgerton?” – Albion said stunned. – “As does Penelope.” – you replied not sure why you were speaking so openly with them. It was like you just needed some brotherly advice. Something you would never get with your sisters. – “I see…” – Robert rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“And Colin appears to like you in return.” – Robert added making you widen your eyes at him. – “We are no fools Y/n.” – Robert spoke. – “It would take a blind man not to see it.” – Albion added. Ashamed you groaned loud, letting your hands catch your face. You felt a hesitant hand pat your back. Glancing to the side, it was Albion. – “It is truly a cross…” – he mumbled out. – “We…we do not have…uhum… experience with…” – Robert started nervously.

“Having ladies fall over us.” – Albion finished making you laugh soft. Lifting your head a bit up, you admired Albion’s shy smile. – “Now that is a lie Albion. For you are much adored.” – you told him. Albion chuckling sheepishly. – “By you all.” – he replied looking at Robert and you. Robert gave him a playful shove for being so silly.

“Y/n.” – Robert poked you on the arm to get your attention. – “What do you truly… desire…” – Robert asked. With tears in your eyes, you looked at Robert. – “I want to choose him.” – you spoke, voice at the brink of cracking with emotion. Your lip quivering as you tried to smile. Robert moved his arms around you to hug. Albion joining in as he leaned against your back, holding you from behind.

With the bright light from inside on her face, Penelope exhaled deep. Her decision made. She watched the man from inside, disappear out of sight. The last of her papers in his hand. Slightly turning she heard footsteps. Shoes tapping on the cobble stone. From out of the darks appeared a figure into the alleyway.

Stepping more into the light as Penelope’s eyes widened with terror. – “Colin.” – she breathed out. His expression cold and distant. – “You…” – he responded as it all came to light. – “are lady Whistledown.” – he added trying to grasp the reality. – “Colin…” – Penelope let out in desperation. – “I…” – she formed. A solution. A solution was what she needed.

A lie to divert her attention from Colin. The rest of her words stuck as she couldn’t possibly come up with a lie. She needn’t think of one. For Colin understood. – “Don’t try to deny it. I heard you with the printer.” – he called out, gesturing at the printer shop behind her.

“To think I… I ran after you…” – he exclaimed. – “because I… was worried about you.” – he spoke clearly. – “Terrified that you might have fainted in the carriage and it had abducted you to this part in town…” – he went on, feeling himself get angry. – “When in truth. You knew exactly what you were doing because it was you! You that printed last time.” – Colin raged out with some commotion. – “Colin I did not…” – she answered shaking her head.

“Oh and every other one.” – he cut in repulsed. Penelope pressed her lips together in distress. Colin moved his head closer to her for her to see the tears in his eyes. – “Is it not you who has been lady Whistledown all along?” – he asked of her. Caught, there was no use in lying to him more. Penelope nodded her head shakily, closing her eyes to withhold a sob. The revelation made Colin move back.

Unable to stop the tear rolling down his cheek. – “All along… all of the lies you have told me… all of the things you have written about me and my family.” – Colin spoke with a pained heart. – “All the lies you have written about your own family, about your sister!” – he yelled out. – “Colin please…” – she begged with tears.

“I knew something was wrong!” – he shouted. – “Stupidly I blamed myself…” – he took a step back from her. – “It was you who disgraced Y/n so openly in your lies!” – he called out trying hard to compose himself. – “She…” – Penelope said pleadingly. – “She!” – Colin said loudly back. – “has been nothing but defending you and this is how you treat her?” – Penelope looked in shock back at him.

“Making her feel as if she has been at fault!” – Colin moved closer to her once more. – “but you are the one that is at fault.” – he made clear. – “I will never forgive you.” – were his last words. Penelope closed her eyes, sobbing loud. The coldness of tonight even chillier. Colin taking his leave. Turning his back on lady Whistledown. For all became clear to him. Your last conversation so clear now. Your fear of the prints. You knew exactly who lady Whistledown was and it pained him to know you bore the pain alone.

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[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Here’s to Philippa (Featherington) Finch, who married her first season to a man that worships the ground she walks on and did it with zero drama necessary. Bravo 👏

[oldhollywoodimagines]

Goodnight, Love.

A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. 🩵

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Maybe a typo or two and bad grammar, majority of it is fluff though.

Word Count: 992

Summary: Atticus comes home late and you help him get to sleep.

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It was late by the time Atticus got home, much later then he would’ve liked to have come home. Especially with the kids having just started school for the year, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you to help with homework and get them into bed. It was just that he felt by doing so he was losing time around them he would never be able to get back. And not only was he missing out on time with them, he was missing out on time with you.

Pursing his lips at the thought he quietly shut the door behind him, loosening his tie as he made his way up the stairs to push your bedroom door open. His eyes immediately landing on your figure stretched out on the bed. The silk nightgown that clung to your body only accentuated your curves as the moonlight shone down on you.

The sight making him smile, the fact you looked so soft and warm making him swallow hard as he moved closer to you before setting his briefcase down, his hand gently stroking your hair, the sensation causing you to stir. At this he retracted his hand with a tender smile, moving to open the closet.

“Mm, Atticus?” Your voice soft with sleep, as your sleepy eyes blinked at him when you sat up in the bed. The gleam in your eyes brightening as he turned to look at you, the handsome face of your husband bringing a smile to your lips. Handsome, but tired as he looked at you through hooded eyes taking in your messy hair, he always thought this was when you looked most beautiful.

“Yes, darling?” You moved towards him now, a daring smile present on your lips as you pressed into him, arms threading around him as he returned your affections. Standing in his arms you stood on your tiptoes to press a warm kiss to his lips, his musky aftershave from that morning barely ghosting your sense of smell. His lips a bit chapped but minty nonetheless from balm he had put on them.

“I’m glad you’re home.” You whispered, hands moving to rest on his chest, holding eye contact with him all the while. Biting your lip between your teeth when he caressed your check with his thumb, the gentle touch making your eyes flutter shut, causing his other arm to slightly tighten around you.

“I’m glad too…” the words coming out in a sigh, your fingers busying themselves with the buttons of his vest. You loved watching Atticus get dressed in the morning, but even more than that you loved undressing him. Every button you popped out of place sending a jolt of endorphins to the pleasure center in your brain.

Moving the vest off his shoulders you started working on his shirt, tugging it up out of the place where it had been tucked in, “how did the children do at school today?”

Fingers making quick work of his tie you glanced up at him, “Jem has a test on Thursday in math class, and he’s planning on trying out for the football team as soon as it’s possible…” a grin crossing your features as you talked about your stepson, his father not a bit surprised by him trying out for the football team.

“And Scout is writing a letter to Dill for a class writing project. I think it’s the fastest she’s ever completed an assignment, she sat down and had it done in probably an hour.”

“Mhm, and you, how was your day?” His voice catching slightly as your fingers ran down his undershirt clad chest to rest on his belt. Looking up at him through your lashes, you delighted at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when you slid his pants down his legs.

“My day was good and it’s even better now.”

“Is that so?” His eyebrows arching playfully, onyx eyes watching as you hung his pants up with the rest of his suit.

“It is.” Grabbing his hands you pulled him over to the bed, climbing up on it before facing him and lacing your arms around his neck, his arms resting around your waist as he stood by the side of it.

“You know this isn’t how most people cuddle.” He teased, hands trailing down your body, as he looked down at your legs, bent at the knee while you were on the bed so you could look him in the eye. Looking at him coyly, you removed his glasses and set them on the bedside table before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss growing more heavy as he gently laid you back on the mattress trapping you underneath him, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The tender action causing him to smile as he pulled back to look at you. Your lips puffy and cheeks flushed from the attention he’d given you. The gentle smile he fixed you with escalating your heartbeat a tad, hands squeezing your waist slightly before his forehead rested on yours.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Lips just barely a breath away from his cheek now as you wrapped yourself around him. He nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead before turning over on his back, his arms around you as your head rested on his chest and your legs weaved together with his.

You laid together like this for a while, him stroking your hair and you enjoying the gentle beat of his heart. Your fingers tracing shapes on his chest as you enjoyed one another’s company, “how was your day, honey?”

Your question was met with silence save for quiet little snores that left your husband’s mouth, glancing up at him you smiled warmly, placing a small kiss on his brow before leaning over him to turn off the lamp.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered softly, curling into his side to go back to sleep.

[mxeve0]

juuust curious, are your requests are open? 👀 if they are, can you right an Atticus x reader fic where the reader is like cockwarming atticus while he works and they keep squirming and whining and atticus is just like “hm, just a few more minutes (he’s been saying that for the last hour)”

OMG OF COURSE I CAN and let’s ignore how long this took 😃

Masterlist

Atticus Finch X Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (don't be silly guys don't do that 😐), semi public? teasing, oral (m receiving)

Context: You visit Atticus in his office, thinking he’d only be a few minutes more before you could go home, yet you ended up on his lap for an hour…

Just A Little Longer~

You shuffled on his lap, trying to gain some sort of friction. You'd been sat here for probably an hour and a half, Atticus' cock firmly inside you as he filed paperwork and the like. The two of you had grown close, with you working as a receptionist as the law firm he was at, and had 'unofficially' begun dating a few months ago.

Today, you'd decided to visit him in his office since your shift had ended, and he was still working, like usual.

“I’ll be done in a minute darlin’, if you want to hang around,” he’d said to you when you’d entered his office. So you waited…and waited…and waited. Eventually you had given up and decided to take matters into your own hands. Managing to steal his attention away for just long enough, you had been able to work your way onto his lap, sneakily undoing his belt and pants as he continued to work over your shoulder.

“Come on~” you whined, fidgeting around on his lap. His hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place, fully ignoring your pleading. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, frustrated as hell. As he loosened his grip to focus on his work you began to move around again, in desperate need of friction.

“Oh come on, you can last longer than that, can’t you darlin’~?” He said teasingly, pausing his work to look at your flustered face. Then you realised.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” You yelled, unbothered by if anyone would hear. It was well past the office closing time anyway, so you doubted anyone was still here. He laughed quietly, going back to the papers in his desk.

“Hush now, if you let me focus I’ll be done sooner.” You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” you whined, looking at the clock on the wall behind him. He chuckled again, his fingers tracing circles on the small of your back. Your skin shivered at the feel of his touch through the thin fabric of your dress.

You try again to gain some friction, shuffling around on his lap with your arms around his neck, keeping your torsos pressed against each other. Being sat like this for so long your body had gotten used to his girth stretching you out, but every slight movement you made sent a pulse through your entire body.

“Please~,” you whine against his ear, one hand tangling in his hair while the other lazily fiddles with the knot of his tie. Atticus sighed, pushing your head away from his neck to look at him.

“Oh come on, you can last a little longer, huh?” He said teasingly, a smirk on his lips and one eyebrow raised. As much as you hated it, all the teasing turned you on so much more, making you need him even more. So really this was all his fault. But he knew that.

You tugged at his tie harder, finally getting it loose enough to pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind you. He laughed quietly, pulling your hands away as you unbuttoned the first few on his shirt.

You heard the click of his pen cap closing before you could whine again, feeling the anticipation rising through your body. He slides his hands under the hem of your dress that was bunched up around your hips and thighs, his skin cold against yours. Keeping his cock nestled inside you, he lifts you up ever so gently and lays you on his desk. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you for a kiss.

Your lips connect, his warm breath filling your mouth; his hands push the fabric of your dress further up your, the air cold against your bare skin. He breaks away from the kiss for a brief moment to slip the dress over your head. You take the opportunity to undo the rest of his shirt buttons, sliding it down his shoulders and off his body.

His chest is warm against yours as he leans down, your lips reconnecting. You can taste the coffee on his breath as the kiss deepens; you’re hungry for him. One hand rests on your waist, keeping you in place beneath him, while the other slides between your torsos, reaching your chest.

His hand is gentle as he pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and you can’t help the quiet moans that escape your lips between each kiss. Slowly, Atticus moves his hips back and forth, giving you the friction you begged for after so long.

Your fingers intertwine in his hair as he slowly pulls away from you and begins to leave a trail of kisses along your jawline and down your neck towards your collarbone. The lustful moans that leave your throat fill the room as he slowly picks up the pace.

His hand leaves your chest and his thumb finds your clit, a shiver running up your spine as he does. Your brain is overwhelmed by the feelings caused by his actions, no doubt on purpose, and as he straightened his posture and tightened his grip on you, all you could mumble were incoherent mumbles and a cacophony of moans.

Underneath your own voice you could hear quiet groans coming from Atticus, matching his pace. He knows you’re close, his pace slow to draw out your pleasure as long as possible. As much as you appreciated it, you had been waiting well over an hour for release, and you wanted it now.

“F- ngh~ faster~” you manage to say between moans, reaching your hand down to meet his just above his cock. He obliges, his groans become louder as he picks up the place, both his hands keeping you in place by your hips. Your moans become a mixture of mewls and whines, along with his name. He leans over you, placing sloppy kisses on your neck, growing breathless with each thrust and you wrap your arms around him.

The heat rises in your core, a satisfying wave of ecstasy washing over you. Your nails dig into his back as your legs shake uncontrollably, your back arching your body up towards his. Atticus slows as you come down from your high, coming to a stop. For a moment, heavy breathing fills the room, your head fuzzy with pleasure.

Eventually, when you come to your senses, you find the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him. He groans slightly as he pulls his cock out of you, coated in your slick, before cupping your face with his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his still very hard dick, gently grazing your thumb over the head. He moans into your mouth at your touch, almost involuntarily, twitching in your hand. You pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still.

“Sit,” you say, have lustfully, half authoritatively. He obeys the command, sit down in the chair, laying his arms in the rests. You slide off the desk and into your knees, nestling yourself in between his thighs.

Wrapping your hand back around his cock, you slowly begin to pump up and down. You can feel it twitching and pulsing with every movement; it wouldn’t be long before he came. Placing your lips just over the tip, you lick the head a few times, earning quiet moans from Atticus.

You widen your mouth enough to fit it in, and slowly lower your head until the tip hits the back of your throat. As you begin to bob your head up and down, you use your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, making sure to match the pace.

The twitching and throbbing becomes more spastic, along with his moans becoming more erotic. You hear him mumble something about being close, but he’s cut off by his own orgasm. His hands tighten their grip on the arm rests, and his hips jolt and shudder.

Warm, thick ropes of cum coat your tongue as you slowly continue to pump the base of his cock, getting every last drop out. Atticus sighs, his breath heavy, as you lift your head away. Begrudgingly, you swallow the salty liquid, realising there was nowhere else to put it.

“You.. never mind,” he laughs tiredly, a finger stroking your cheek. After regaining his strength, he stands up, grabbing your dress and his tie from off the floor, handing the fabric to you. “What are we going to do about that mess, hmm?” He asks, tilting his head and gesturing towards the slick running down your thighs and staining your pushed aside panties.

You grab the dress and put it on, holding the bottom half up, away from the mess. Looking around his office, you think.

“Tissues?”

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Ignore the shitting ending I’ve forgotten how to finish stuff TwT

[noisyalmonddreamer]

finch headcanons NEOWWW

Finch lived in a poorer part of district 4, as soon as she turned 12 she began taking out tessare

She works as an old fashioned spear fisherman and has the best aim in her family. It’s scary how accurate she can get. The first time Finnick watched her fish he genuinely got a bit freaked

Finch met Finnick only a few months after he had come back from the victory tour. She was swimming out in the victor's private beach (not allowed, she knows, but no one had ever caught her so why does it matter?) but underestimated a wave. She was sent under and when she eventually dragged herself back onto the sand she threw up a lot of sea water. Finnick ran up to her and made sure she was alright, then offered her water. They became fast friends after that.

She got the nickname “finch” on a walk with Finnick. It became normal for them to walk along the beach on her days off. Every few feet she’d stop and pick up something shiny, inspect it to see if it would make good jewelry then put it in her bag. After a little while Finnick asked her “are you a finch or something?”

After being friends for 2 years Finch told Finnick she had been taking out tessare. He immediately stopped that. Gave her any extra money she needed.

[missmarveledsblog]

Not so solo after all ( fanboy x fan girl ( reader) )

summary : when our fanboy thinks he spending halloween without his girl she surprises him in more ways then one

warnings : it a day late soz but here is a halloween themed fic sort of goes with the fan girl fic i wrote but can be read alone , smutty but not smtty 18+

Fan girl

Halloween was a night of no judgment all nerd could dress as whatever they want and no one bats a lid only this was even better she was surprising her boyfriend given the two thought she was coming days later .  the flights overbook and misbooking of her own tickets til she was able to get last minute she spent the three hour flight perfecting her hair and makeup . she  had costume or costumes since she had a special one underneath , she was excited more excited than she’d been in a good long while . it was like a nerd like fairytale meeting mickey garcia , the fact the two had such similar  mindsets, both  so emersed in the nerd culture it was refreshing plus also exciting in more ways than one .  now she was sitting  in the car as nat was talking her ear off , a promise to do the female aviators makeup  before they headed to the hard deck .  she put her bags in as two enjoyed the emptiness of the house pulling the make up out  getting to work making nat the sexiest and scariest black cat ironic to bob saying he was going to be golden retriever suiting both personalities to a tea . 

“ so does fanboy know your dressing as his literal dream come through ?” the brunette smirked. 

“ nope he doesn’t even know i’m in san diego  , plus i send him like a million other costumes so” she giggled . 

“ but you know he’s gonna be han solo , i love it i can’t wait for him to short circuit it’s gonna be amazing” she rubbed her gloved hands together. 

“ i mean it’s skimpy leia costume but the real one is underneath”

“You didn’t … the bikini thing even hangman knows that one “ nat snorted . 

“ hey i mean it’s an iconic moment “ she shrugged . 

“ you might actually kill the poor guy you do know that?” 

“ i’m hoping he kills me or leaves me legless either is good  “ she winked . 

“ too much information but also get it “ nat smirked texting the guys she would be there soon just bringing a friend only for her phone to blow up from jake and rooster asking if she’s hot and a dibs wars soon spammed in the groupchat .  “ i didn’t even say if it was a girl or not “ she shook her head looking down at the phone . 

“ well pretty kitty lets blow them away shall we” y/n beamed . 

He tried honestly he did , it was hard not to be a downer when the one person who could fully appreciate the effort and accuracy of the costume wasn’t there or mainly he was just missing his girl and hadn’t  heard anything from in hours .  bob did tell him she helped with haunted house back when she was home so he understood she would be busy giving kids and teens the joys of the halloween spirit  but then again should he be listening to a man who looked like a golden retriever hybrid . 

“ hey come on lets have a good night “ rooster who was by far laziest of costume telling people he was tom selleck in magnum pi although it was his normal clothes. 

“ he’s all pouty missing his girl “ payback rolled his eyes dressed as blade   patted fanboy back rolling his eyes . 

“ i would too if my girl was hot as his .. what it’s truth “ hangman rolled his eyes dressed as cowboy ken doll  ascot and cowboy hat  suited him perfectly. 

“ we just need to distract him is all “ javy shrugged dressed as tarzan if tarzan was GQ model that was .  the boys tried their best cheering him up all banter and fun as he started to loosen up a little although he did check his phone and embarrassing amount of times or ignored rooster and hangman's dibs on phoenix mystery friend not that he cared much for it til the cheers and whistles erupted when the door or the hard deck opened  he didn’t bother looking up not once he was smiling at the screensaver selfie of them chilling and cozy wrapped up together. 

“ holy shit fanboy your gonna lose your little mind “ was all he heard jake saying as he looked up going to look at the man quick glance at the approaching figure before looking back and his jaw hitting that ground so fast he was sure it would fall off .  looking up he had to of die and went to a galaxy far far away when he took in the sight of the woman he fell hard and fast for .  he knew who she was a mile away although hers was more form fitting and short but she was the leia to his han solo . a quick and barely there hello  as he ran past nat on to grab his girl in his arms lifting her up  in his arms as she giggled . 

“ how .. what .. wow “ he beamed placing her down taking her in the white gown and her hair all scream both leia and sex appeal all in one . the white gown hitting tops of her thighs  and although it was still turtle neck ( hiding the collar ) , the chest of had a cut out section  show casing her cleavage and still concealing everything at same time ,  the belt was attaching to a corset , she made sure it was fitted to show enough and not ruin the surprise underneath . 

“ my mom’s friend gave me her ticket  since she wasn’t able to fly so i thought i would surprise you “ she  laughed as he kissed every part of her face. 

“Well darling ain’t you looking good to beam me up and take me away in the tardis “ jake winked as she looked personally offended  so did fanboy . 

“ the tardis is doctor who “ 

“ beam me up is star trek “ 

“ same thing right ?” he asked . 

“ even i know it’s not “ rooster snorted . 

“ let me get you a drink  princess “ fanboy turned his cheek hurting from the smiling taking her hand leading her to the bar to see both mav and penny behind the bar dress as sunny and cher . 

 The night actually truly starting  , he still couldn’t get over how lucky he was or the way he stood taller when he noticed people giving him a thumbs up when they saw her on his arm .  the fact she was dress as the first woman he’s ever had one an awakening to or been his major celebrity crush since he was little boy only made it hundred times better.  He couldn’t keep his hands off of her whether the touches were innocent or not so innocent .  Kisses turning more sloppy , more heated   signaling it was definitely time to leave .  a quick goodbye to her brother and there friends the two headed out into the night air  the whole time hands and lips not separated to lost in each other . 

The journey home was pretty much the same only the touches on her skin teasingly as he talk to the uber driver  purpose torturing his girl knowing it was driving her crazy , hand on  her thigh gliding up and squeezing the plus soft skin as he could see her side glance  biting her lip suppressing any sound that might come from those heavenly lips . sometimes  moment like this it was hard to believe she was his , this incredible goddess like woman that was his to have.  She was fighting it , fighting the desperate neediness that was dying to come out . when they finally arrived back at his place it was like she could thank whoever for finally cutting the torture . a quick goodbye to the driver and the two were gone almost running to the house.  Kissing his cheek , his neck suddenly the man didn’t know how to use a key so focused on  her touch he stood hover over the lock til she took them in her hands unlocking the door. 

“ i can’t wait anymore and been dying to show you my surprise” she winked heading off to his room dropping and pulling off her costume as he followed behind at this rate he was sure he was under some spell floating in the direction of his bedroom ready to be the solo to her leia .  then it all stopped  his breathing , thinking , shit he really died  and went to nerd central heaven .   it was perfect every part almost spot on accurate as he took in the browns , golds and blue of the lack of clothing .  like it couldn’t get better she took her bag clipping the chain to  the collar . 

“ the hair isn’t leia anymore but i think it still works “ she laughed as her hair fell from the buns sitting  messy and wild shit it really did . 

“ fucking  hell baby .. this was what was under your dress the whole time ?” he groaned coming toward one part of him didn’t wanna touch her , like she was mint condition couldn’t take it out of the box and another part of him wanted to tear the box to shreds and enjoy his present .  the soft nod  confirmed the answer to his question. Then it was like he came back to reality  and a fire breaking through pulling the chain pulling her to him kissing ever  part of her skin soft moans and whimpers falling from her lips pulling back looking into her almost black eyes , the rise and fall of her chest    and the curl of her lip  when she slowly fell to her knees  and  he swore his love was out to kill him tonight if it was it was working. That doe eyed looking up at him , hand going to his pant as he yanked the chain making her jolt forward ,  looking back up to see him smirking , coming to to his sense in a dangerous grin .

“ ready to see the galaxies baby “ he smirked leaning down  making her breathe hitch knowing she was done for but fuck was she  excited for it 

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

heyyaaaaa can i pretty please request for an atticus x reader? maybe atticus grows a little liking for his new neighbor (reader) and has been inviting them over for dinner a little too often and his kids are like “you sure you don’t like them 🤔?” And atticus tries to brush it off but it’s very obvious

You never knew how much I really like you.

Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader romantic headcanon to (small) fic Summary: Atticus's feelings were beyond noticeable, even to Jem and Scout Warnings: None Word Count: 1.4k ₊˚⊹ᰔಇ.

The first time Jem and Scout see Atticus so red in the face is when they are walking back from returning Dill to his house. Their father was standing by your fence, smiling happily as you talked about your day. His cheeks were red as he admired you. When the two got close enough, they heard him ask you to come over for dinner. You accepted it as any good new neighbor does, said your goodbyes, and went back into the home.

“You’re real red-faced, Atticus,” Scout would point out, squinting to look up at her father. Atticus looked over at them and wiped his face, not realizing how obvious it was. He picked her up carefully and walked down the sidewalk back to their home.

“It’s from the sun,” he justifies casually. They felt it was off, he was in the sun all the time, grew up in the south, and they never saw him sweat or undone. His justification made little sense to them.

Atticus spent the night helping Calpurnia set the dining room up for dinner later that night, setting the table with the fine China the kids barely saw outside of very nice holidays or very nice guests. Each moment made Scout and Jem question him more.

“They’re just a new neighbor, why do they get the good China?” Scout would ask plainly, though her tone carried an odd judgmental characteristic. Atticus shook his head and set another plate in Jem’s usual spot.

“They’re still new to the town, it’s good to show them that they’re welcome,” Atticus answered and gave the girl the forks, motioning for her to help set up too.

The dinner was spent with Atticus (a little too cheerfully by Jem’s idea) asking you questions about your life before coming to Maycomb, what you did for a living, and how you were as a person. Scout and Jem would occasionally pipe in and ask you questions, mostly having to do with how you feel about random things (things they like, the Radleys, etc.).

The dinner would end well… that’s what Jem and Scout would say if they didn’t have to go to bed before you left. While they got ready for the night, they occasionally would hear your laugh with Atticus’s, and the sound of the dishes being put away. Just before you left, they got to their bedroom window, watching you leaving the house with a smile. Atticus was probably smiling too, again, a little too red-faced for Scout and Jem to think it was nothing but the sun.

Weeks would go by and seeing you over in their home wasn’t new at some point. The two would wait, watching the corner for Atticus to come home, getting bored from it, and look around to find him talking to you. You stood by your white fence and spoke with great joy on your face, a similar expression on their father's face. They could only guess what was offered by Atticus once they saw the fine China later that night.

“Do you think adults cannot have normal adult friendships?” Atticus asked, sitting down in the living room chair, the accusations of adoration finally spilled by Scout. The sound of sizzling food in the kitchen filled the home with a warm glow, not only from the smell but also from the warm orange light. Scout stood with a blank face and shook her head.

“No,” she said aimlessly. Atticus smiled slightly at her bluntness.

“You had them over twice last week alone,” Jem chirped as he walked from the dining room. “And all the food Calpurnia keeps making for you both are very nice.”

“I treat my guests well,” Atticus stated simply, picking up his book, and opening one of the pages. “I am nothing more than a friend.”

The dinner was spent again like the weeks before, Atticus getting more comfortable with the talking points, and accepting whatever witty comment you made with a chuckle. Scout would fake a gag if a topic changed to something more romantic than she would want her father to be a part of and Calpurnia would pull her away and give her a talk about being kind to her guests. But you weren’t a guest at this point! You essentially live here!

Atticus couldn’t hate you, neither could Jem and Scout. You were kind, even if their father found you fond in a way beyond friendship, it was slightly understandable. You spent your time telling them interesting stories about your life before Maycomb, odd stories about how you’d live before the simplicity of now.

“Atticus likes them,” Jem would say, sifting through his pyjama drawer. You had arrived that night barely an hour before their usual bedtime, only giving them a small amount of time to chat and ask questions.

“I know,” said Scout honestly.

The dinners get more personal, later in the day, there is more time for you and Atticus to be alone without the children needing entertainment, allowing adult talk. Jem and Scout being gone meant he was left with you, getting your attention more to how he truly acted.

The redness of his cheeks, the smile on his face most of the dinner didn’t just get past you. You have been over so many times there wasn’t a moment when you didn’t notice those things. By the end of the dinner, you found your way to the swing on the porch.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked after several seconds of awkward silence. The night had grown quiet, the only sound was the chirps of crickets and cicadas. Atticus sat so close the warmth of your thigh was felt by his own.

“What do you mean?” Atticus asked after clearing his throat. He gently took his glasses from his face and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you were overreacting and overthinking, or if your ideas were true.

“I mean…,” you trail off, turning your eyes to your hands. “Do you like me?”

Atticus wiped the lenses of his glasses carefully, smiling slightly at the idea. “I do like you,” he admitted, looking away from his glasses for a second to look at you. “You’re very kind, a good neighbor if you will.”

You muse at his answer and shake your head. “No! I mean to have feelings for me. Do you like me like that?” You hastily specify, watching him closely. Atticus moved slowly, taking his time cleaning one of the smudges from the left lens. It was horrific how slow he was moving to answer. “I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“I am glad you can see,” Atticus jokes with a small smile, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. “I have grown a fondness for you… I wouldn’t say it grew as time went on, I thought you were attractive when I first saw you.”

Your eyes stayed on him as he spoke, taking in his words silently. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you at a romantic moment, over a nice dinner or something you would have preferred. But since you asked, I might as well confess,” his words flowed out naturally, like he was in front of a jury, confessing something minute.

“Prove it,” you challenge. It was mostly a joke, very obviously too, but part of you wanted to know he wasn’t just saying those things to get your hopes up. No, Atticus wouldn’t do that. Then again, you only knew so much.

“A kiss then?” He straightened himself and sighed. “I usually wait a bit, but lord only knows how long I’ve got. I might as well kiss you before I can’t.”

Your head went from a slow to a quick nod. Yeah, that is true. Getting a kiss in wouldn’t hurt anyone, definitely not you. Your face was beyond warm and if Atticus dared to touch your face now, he might ask if you’re sick, which wouldn’t be preferred for obvious reasons. “Yeah… yeah, that will do,” you mutter with a smile.

Atticus nodded and moved until your thigh squished against his. It was very obvious he hadn’t done such a thing in a long while, he was beyond rusty with you in his hold, his hands moving from your shoulders to your upper arms. The smell of sandalwood filled your nose as he moved his glasses to his head, letting them sit carefully before leaning in just enough.

His lips were warm, thankfully. You could only hope yours were too since it seemed your spirit left your body at that moment. Atticus was just as gentle when he kissed as when he spoke, keeping it intense enough to be romantic but not too much to be something more. Your hands, almost like instinct, held his lapel, needing to keep him close.

If only he could kiss you forever.

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••A laugh can change a life••

Feelings were so difficult to understand for him, with these new sensations against all his body.

So difficult, even more other's feelings. They could be the kindest with him, and he could be the kindest with them, it would mean nothing in the end. And he doesn't understand that.

However, he understood that he has just been rejected by his first crush, his first love. A ghost. Edwin. And he stayed on the swing, swinging sadly in the middle of the night. Waiting patiently for something, or someone who will not comeback. To be only comforted by no one stars in the black sky, and the freshness of the wind.

He was so cold and his eyes stung.

He was so focused on what he was feeling. So focused of what he felt exactly, that he didn't notice the other swing seat had started to move.

He turned his head with a glimmer of hope, to be deceived again. It was just a random person.

'He'll not comeback. He doesn't care.'

He thought for himself, as he started to move his head. He wanted to go home. Maybe Esther was waiting for him.

But he couldn't finish his movement.

He heard a beautiful sound.

A laugh. A natural and slighty comical one. It seemed to come from the soul. He loved it.

It... comforted him?

Blinking his eyes in interest, he slowly let his head fall against the frozen chain of the swing. His head joined his hands on the chain as he contemplated the unknown.

The unknown was wearing headphones. Monty could hear the vague crackling sounds from them. The stranger didn't seem to know about the presence of Monty, even less that the boy was looking at them. Monty frowned. He was so confused and intrigued at the same time. He wanted to show he was here. To meet them, to get closer to them. But his hand stopped closer from the sleeve of their jacket. He would have wanted to continue his gesture, grab it and attract their attention. But he didn't want to ruin everything like he had before.

So he continued to look at them silently. He was swinging, but happily this time.

Few hours passed and the sky brightened.

Monty could now read something small on their eadphones.

'(Y/N)'

"Oh? Hello? Sorry I didn't know you were here."

"wait-

Do you like astrology?"

--Bonus scene--

An elegant figure, lurking near the bushes, peered out and smiled at the unfolding scene.

"Look Monty. You've found what you were looking for, after all."

Whispered the elegant ghost, Edwin Payne.

[storywriter12]

Gosh, I'm re-watching lost, and I wanna write a ben linus story. I adore this man it's crazy how I forgot how adore he is

[saturnxlust]

Can you do an Atticus x Reader where he pounds the absolute soul of Jesus out of us and telling us to be quiet so we don’t wake the kids up. ☺️ you can do whatever at the end…😉😉 ty 💚

I reckon

Late night love❤️

Atticus Finch x Fem!Reader

He sighed and placed down the papers he was once holding and frowned, he heard the pitter patter of feet before scout ran in and smiled at him. Atticus stood up and walked up to scout and lifted her, as he made his way to her room he noticed you in the kitchen, presumably making something for his lunch the next day. Tucking scout in and telling her a story about her original mother before making his way to you, standing behind you and holding your waist, he swayed with you while peppering kisses along your neck, the soft music in the background adding to the ambiance of the rain. Slowly pulling you into his bedroom, he worked your clothes off until both of your clothes were in a pile on the floor. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away to admire you, laying you gently on the bed while he worked you up, kissing your stomach and chest, his lips latching around one of your nipples and his fingers twisting the other, eliciting a beautiful moan that he swore could make him cum in his pants. Pulling away to leave sloppy wet kisses down your front until he got to where you needed him the most, placing a kiss on your clit which made you whine, he chuckled and licked a stripe up your folds, gathering your slick on his tongue before swallowing it and humming happily as you squirmed and bucked your hips up for more. He found your neediness entertaining but he wasnt going to torture you, instead he delved into you, sucking and lapping at your folds like a starved man, gently nibbling your clit, maintaining eye contact with you. He brought a finger up and pressed it inside your hole, working you open more before pushing another finger in, he was now kitten licking your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, stretching you, preparing you. You felt your release building up and by the time it arrived you were a panting and moaning mess, he pulled hid fingers out and licked them clean, moving up to hover over you, kissing your neck and whispering praises in your ear as he slowly sunk into you. Once he had bottomed out and was sure you had adjusted he began thrusting, finding out very quickly that the bed is extremely creaky, he cussed slightly and stood with you still in his arms, pressing you against the closest wall and continuing his thrusts. Before long you felt your end coming again and you could tell he was also, his hips were stuttering and he was getting sloppy as he moaned into your ear, praising you for how good you were taking him. He huffed and plunged deep inside you releasing his seed deep within you, making you slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that was ripped from you as your legs shook around him, he chuckled and panted as he carried you to the bed, setting you down gently and going to fetch a cloth to clean you with. Wiping you down he couldnt help but smile as your wriggled, no doubt sensitive. After wiping himself off he flopped next to you, turning the lamp off and pulling you closer to him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled you up to face him for a kiss, your lips moving in sync as you slowly dozed off, pulling away to rest your head on his arm.