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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 1 year

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The Dragon’s Spoil (Aemond Targaryen x Rivers! Reader) Part 4

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Summary: The baseborn daughter with little knowledge of who your Lord father was, your life is caught in the midst of war. The Riverlands are the base for the Greens and the Blacks, dragons loom in the skies, and men die daily, especially within the walls of the cursed Harrenhal. It’s only when a certain one-eyed dragon comes for his retribution. The year is 130 AC and war endures.

A/N: This is the final chapter of The Dragon’s Spoil. I have enjoyed writing this and look forward to the future of writing for more Aemond fics. Long chapter ahead!

Tags: More High Valyrian, darker! Aemond (he becomes a bit more bitter whilst the war takes place). Bittersweet and sad ending that follows the end of the Dance of Dragons.

Wordcount: 3,188

The Dragon’s End

It hadn’t taken long after falling into Aemond’s bed when you began to spot the difference in Aemond’s behaviour.

It started with a hot-tempered defiance: losing his temper and being in a silent rage at everything and everyone. It seemed he was irritated at anyone each day: Criston Cole, a poor squire, his scouts. But the two things he never took it out on were those he held dear to him; you and Vhagar.

You feared how long that would take before his anger faced you.

The war was seemingly not going well in the Green’s favour, Rhaenyra had been holding the capital, his sister and mother held hostage whilst Aegon remained missing. It was a lot for Aemond to have and face whilst away from his home and family. He found himself remaining in his chambers, asking for you to be by his side. “To keep his wits with him”, but you knew it was so he did not lose to his wrath.

‘Tell me about your mother and sister.’ You whispered to him one night, cuddled up into the nook of his arm, wrapped protectively around your bare waist.

‘My mother is like a guiding star, she has always been there for me, even after losing an eye,’ Aemond held a far-off look, smiling fondly. It brought the youth to come back to him after so many weeks of stress. The lack of sleep had been present in his features and his body ached the more he overworked it.

‘My sister, Helaena, she was once so lovely, dreamy some called. My father called it being a dreamer, one’s mind twisted with dreams and visions of the future, like Daenys, my ancestor. Yet, she has not been the same since Jaehaerys’ death. I fear for her, for all of them.’

‘They sound lovely,” you murmured, and his body heat kept you warm against the chill.

‘You would like them a lot, and they too.’ He mumbled in a mixture of consciousness and sleep, his eye fluttering back and forth to trying to remain awake, when you finally leant over to kiss his forehead, muttering softly, ‘Sleep, my Prince and dream of your return to them.’

You didn’t return to your chambers again, finding yourself being invited to his bed more and more, sometimes to sleep, to talk and other times when found yourself below him, moaning his name as he found solace between your legs.

Aemond’s whore. The men whispered when they saw you go by. Mistress of darkness, others warned.

They spoke that you had brought the prince to bed, charming him with the mysterious arts of dark magic, old and unearthly.

It had been almost a month into Aemond’s stay and three weeks into sleeping with him when you found a sickness no one else had but yourself. A sickness came over you that had brought you to be bed-bound almost daily – thanks to the worrying Aemond – throwing up the little content of food in your stomach and bringing you to lose a lot of weight.

Aemond was urgent in sending a maester up to see you, to conclude what his suspicions had been. When he waited outside your shared chambers, his worries about your unknown ailment had been answered.

“My Prince, the Rivers girl is with child.”

He silently takes in the words carefully, not daring to speak, but so many questions come to his mind. “How long?”

“Three weeks, give or take.”

He is relieved to see the maester leave before he comes in to see you. It almost makes his heart ache unknowingly seeing you in bed, sweating a fever away. “Issa jorrāelagon,” he murmurs gently, stroking your sweat-bound forehead, swiping away the strands of black hair, “Issa hūra se qēlossās, my strong girl.”

You are roused when you hear him, your hazy gaze is fixed on him, but your mind is consumed with fatigue, the colour had been drained from your face. “Aemond?” You linger long enough to see his smile, taking your weakened grasp into his.

“The maester has solved your issue. You… you’re with child.”

The simple words had almost made you sit up suddenly, and the way you looked up at him made Aemond think you looked as if ready to jump out. With a steady hand on your shoulder to push you back down, you spoke in a shaky voice. “I’m… with child?”

“My child, you have a dragon inside you growing,” his voice broke at the final word, and it looked as if he was ready to break down into tears. With a glassy eye similar to the shine of the sapphire in his eye, he was muttering words in High Valyrian that you did not understand.

“I promise I’ll keep you both safe,” he pulled back the thick wool bedsheet, revealing your stomach, before he pressed a gentle and loving kiss to your flesh, “my growing dragon. My strong, strong girl.”

A wave of happiness had washed over you, mixed in with the disbelief that you had not been barren all this time. It was like a gut punch, sudden and unexpected, and you were left with more questions than answers. Though Aemond was beside you, you could only feel relieved that he was happy to have his child soon. The one thing that had you asking constantly was one you couldn’t dare ask him yet: will he bare the name Rivers or Targaryen?

The Half-Year Queen, was what they called Rhaenyra: the six months was for long she kept the Capital.

It is the way you kept track of your pregnancy, and in those weeks and months, you witnessed how much your belly began to swell with the child inside. Your dresses began to tighten and it became harder to find clothes that fit around your belly.

The babe – a boy Aemond proclaimed – is the pride and joy of the Prince, for he keeps a close eye on you, always keeping you in sight.

When he is not in Harrenhal, he gets Criston Cole or another knight to watch over you, hovering close by and making sure you did not leave your shared apartment.

It's gruelling being kept off your swollen feet as you begin to feel as though your isolation is wearing thin. Aemond is gone for long days and you crave to be beside him. He’s your only part of comfort and company, so when he leaves, you crave his return.

The previous morning whilst the two of you broke your fast, came the news from a squire as he interrupted your fast. A letter, scrolled with the sigil of the three-headed dragon was present on the wax, and when Aemond broke the seal and read the letter, his face erupted in a cloud of rage.

He’s quick on his feet before you or the poor squire can register what is happening, as the One-eyed Prince has almost leapt from the table to wrap his hands around the neck of the poor boy, eye burning with fury.

“Aemond, stop it! Let him go!” You’re stunned, frozen in your spot as you try to get to your feet to separate him from the Prince. Aemond doesn’t ignore you, instead, he is quick to let go of the boy and shove him back towards the doors, leaving the squire fleeing and not looking back.

“Aemond—my love, what is happening?”

He does not answer you, instead, he swats your gentle touch from him, shaking you off as he storms out of the room, calling for Criston to bring him his armour.

Glancing at the discarded letter, you look over it with dread spreading through your body. It reads of the defeat of Lord Jason Lannister and his men, the Greyjoy teenager Dalton aligning himself and the Ironborn with Rhaenyra to plunder the Westerlands. The Houses, Bigglestone, Blackwood, Chambers, Charlton, Dustin, Frey, Grey and Perrin are very close to the walls of Harrenhal.

You can’t move that fast to catch up with Aemond, as he’s hurriedly sprinting back into the yard. You’re a heartbeat that follows shortly, coming into the courtyard as the ground rumbles and it seems a large shadow or cloud looms.

Vhagar is clumsily getting up and setting off into the sky, with Aemond, wearing plated black armour with gold on her back.

Your heart is heavy without him saying goodbye, and you don’t know whether he will be back.

Criston Cole is off himself and is split from Aemond, and the two move as two formidable beasts to combat those marching their way. You don’t hear much, but you can see from the tallest tower in Harrenhal that when the Riverlands burn, shadows loom large in the sky as the sky is painted black with ash and destruction. You can imagine Aemond ravaging the Riverlands atop Vhagar, taking down villages, mills, and anything that stood in his way.

It's not even a day or two later after he leaves that troops arrive at the front gates of Harrenhal, and they do not carry the banner of a gold dragon on green, but the infamous red dragon on black, with a quartered moon and falcon sigil and silver seahorse.

Harrenhal is ultimately surrounded with ease when the forces of the Blacks come, and you feel as though you are alone with no protection. Those who remain go out to meet the forces in a clash of steel and blood, and the bodies of the remaining forces in the yard are quickly taken out.

Aemond, please, I need you. You pray to yourself, praying to any of the Gods for their protection for the wellbeing of your child. You can’t imagine that the forces of the Riverlands would keep you alive, even as you’re the broodmare for the Prince and his child. You were the enemy in their eyes, and you had to think of a way to get out before you were captured.

Escaping through the many desolate and damp hidden corridors that were long forgotten, you find yourself trying to find your way out of Harrenhal. With a hand clutching your belly, you try to stay quick on your feet and vigilant, despite the pain in your swollen feet and the dull ache the more you move.

You find yourself in the Wailing Tower, walking through the various storerooms on the ground floor and cavernous vaults beneath. You could hear noises above, of heavy footsteps and shouting, it only spurred you on to try and move faster.

When you emerged, the only sight to be seen was the postern gate and the ruined sept, burnt from a century ago and unchanged. Your child kicked in tandem with your footsteps, almost as in a warning or to get your attention, as when you looked across the courtyard, you could see the rising number of Black supporters, entering like a swarm of ants.

You continued until you slipped past the rear gate, hiding between willowy trees and shrubs. There were few soldiers in this area. A heavy thud came from not far from you, and the ground shook, trees shifting, wailing as they moved one by one. The large silhouette emerged, bronzed and moss-green in hue, the creature hissed and landed lazily, coiling its large head to look upon its back as a figure climbed down from the rigging.

“Aemond?” You called out, stepping forth as you caught sight of Vhagar in the full area, seeing Aemond hurry towards you. “Issa jorrāelagon,” he called to you, engulfing you in a hug and fierce kiss, “Are you hurt?”

“No, I got out before I was spotted.”

“We must leave these grounds, we have been surrounded. Cole is dead.”

Dead? Was this the reality you were facing? Surrounded in the middle of a war on the losing side. “You came back for me.”

Aemond held you in his grasp, looking at you expectantly, “I was not going to leave you to those dogs,” he placed a warm hand on your belly, stroking it tenderly, “not you or the babe.”

He hurriedly guided you to Vhagar, helping you up despite her size, you somehow managed to clamber up her side and into the saddle, Aemond following. He spoke to Vhagar in a hurry and urgency.

“Sōvētēs, Vhagar.”

Vhagar shook like a dog as she rose to her feet, clambering up as she slowly and clumsily took to the skies, heaving her body up and up until she broke into the bank of clouds to disappear out of sight. The chill caught you so high above the clouds, and you clung to the back of Aemond for more protection, shivering.

“Where will we go, Aemond? We’re surrounded.”

“No, I will not let it be,” argued Aemond, “I have to be rid of someone, someone who I’ve set my eyes on for a long time.”

“Who?”

Aemond seemed ingenuous, too boyish, “My uncle, Daemon, departed from Maidenpool. He challenges me and I intend to face him.”

“No, no, you can’t,” you pleaded, clinging tight to his waist, begging him to listen to you, “I don’t want any harm to come to you.”

“My uncle is nine-and-forty, he is in peak health to beat me,” he coolly responded, “when the war is done and my uncle is gone, I will take you to the Capital, but for now, I must get you out of here.”

“You’re sending me away?”

“For the safety of the babe,” it seemed to you that there was a deep obsession with his future, his future that grew in your belly. “I am to keep our son safe, no matter what. You are to be sent across to Volantis or maybe Lys.”

You begged him, begged him to not get rid of you. It was as if you could sense this would not go well, not the way he predicted it to. I love you, I love you, I love you! You wished to tell him, to get him to stay and to fly you all across to Essos and live a life in secrecy, away from the politics of Westeros. You knew you could not get Aemond to live a life away from his destiny, especially when his family remained.

“Don’t do this, Aemond. Please, if not for me, think of the babe.”

Aemond paused at the mention of his child, and you saw his head turn to look back over at you. There was a deep sadness visible in his features, and it pained you when its next words spoke of how little he cared. You should’ve known, should’ve expected it.

“I’m doing this for the babe.”

With coin pushed in your hand and feeble goodbyes said, you were sent on your way by ship. Aemond could not be seen in Maidenpool when Daemon had just recently left, but with sweet nothings spoken to you, he promised his return.

‘I’ll take you back to the capital, and pamper you with all the best silks from across Essos, and jade and jewels from Yi Ti.’ His words were an innocent omen that you couldn’t believe would happen.

Whore. Witch. Bastardborn. Mistress.

You would never be with him.

You bid him a solemn farewell, and when you were on the ship was when you wept. It drew the attention of a few who shared a passage with you; a consoling older woman who promised your husband would return when the war was done.

It pained you to think that he could’ve been your husband, but you knew you had to remain strong, and hope you would see him again.

You arrived in Lys not long after, and you were given shelter from the same woman who had comforted you. It was enough to get you through the remnants of your pregnancy, but as you waited for the day when large leathery wings fluttered over, it seemed there was no sight of him.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months, and no hearing from Aemond came.

It was only when you heard the news from the Capital, of the Black Queen’s death from the order of her half-brother, the death of Helaena, his sister-wife. Daemon Targaryen’s body was not recovered when he challenged Aemond, but you heard of the battle that happened above the God’s Eye. Vhagar and Caraxes clung with teeth and claw as their bodies clung to one another, plummeting to the ground. It was when Daemon swung a leg over the saddle, leaping across.

You didn’t want to hear anything else or what had happened to Aemond, but your blood had turned cold, your heart aching. Your heart ached for one loss, but another soon arrived to fill the void.

The son you did not believe you could have, came screaming like the dragon he was meant to be.

Gaemon came in the middle of the night, the same day when King Aegon II was murdered in 131, and Rhaenyra’s eldest son from Daemon, Aegon was crowned. He was a pale, tiny creature who came early, with wisps of dark brown hair and a curl of silver-gold. His eyes were clear lilac, and no one batted an eye, believing your lost husband long ago.

Your son looked every part like Aemond, and you spent many nights watching over him with tears in your eyes, remembering the little memories you had of the One-Eyed Prince. Gaemon was a quiet babe who rarely cried and rarely laughed, but he was bright and curious and kind the bigger he grew with the years passing by.

You and Gaemon remained in Lys when collected money to go to Volantis, where you found work in different sectors to collect money, as a barmaid, then as a handmaiden for a noble family. Gaemon grew and grew, and Aemond’s features grew more into the boy.

“Muñnykeā, who was my Kepa?” He was seven when he asked you the same question. It had been night as you cooked dinner. The bigger he got, the harder it was to keep diverting his curious questions.

“He was a Prince,” you finally tried telling him the truth, the lines on your face had grown deeper the older you got, “he was a King’s younger brother.”

“The brother of Aegon III?” He beamed and you could smile at his naiveté.

“Yes, my sweet son. He was a dragonrider of the largest dragon in the world. But both are now gone.”

“Were you and Kepa married?” He asked.

There was a sad smile that graced your face and it felt as if his presence was near. The same way he was near you when you remembered the days in Harrenhal. It was the comfort of a hug as a shadow fell across you and hugged you from behind, warm and almost familiar.

“I was his Lady.”

Issa jorrāelagon – My Love

Issa hūra se qēlossās – My moon and stars

Sōvētēs – Fly

Muñnykeā – Mother

Kepa – Father

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jgjmk4-2 · 2 years

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Hello! How about tackling the idea of Kenshin, Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Motonari + the warlord of your choosing, reacting to MC saving herself from the kidnapping attempt. Like she got kidnapped and she managed to save herself and met the warlords on the way back to the castle/manor.

Ooh, I'm sorry, I stopped playing ikesen around the time Motonari came out so I don't know much about him. I do know the rest though!

Kenshin:

Absolutely LIVID when he sees you, branches sticking out wildly in your hair and a smudge of dirt on your nose wandering about in the cold, dark forest.

Lots of nagging about how you should've stayed put, that he would've found you no matter what, that you could've gotten seriously hurt if your escape attempt had failed. But the nagging stops when you collapse in his arms and give him a big, tired smile, "it's Kenshin!!"

A flood of anger and disappointment fills him, he should've made sure you were better protected. His possessive nature seeps back just a little - Maybe he should've kept you locked up...

Kenshin is by your side until you recover. He doesn't leave for a second, feeds you, and holds you tight at night so no one can take you away again.

Hideyoshi:

He turned the whole castle up and down looking for you. Barking orders and snapping at people for breathing.

Probably went through 3 tobacco sticks. When he's heading home to his manor, he thinks he's dreaming that you're in front of him. When he realises the girl slumping her way home is real, he bolts forward, tackling you in a back hug.

"Ehehe, sorry for scaring you Hideyoshi..." you hug him back with tears in your eyes. it was kinda scary and you're so lucky you got away before your kidnappers could take you anywhere.

Hideyoshi's face is in a deep frown. He scoops you up and carries you home, runs a nice warm bath, brews a warm cup of tea and holds you warmly as you drift off to sleep. He makes sure you know you're safe now and that he's got you, so that not even a nightmare will touch you.

Mitsuhide:

Somehow knew before hand that someone was going to try to kidnap you. Fine, they want to play? Let's play.

Sets an elaborate ambush to round up your to-be kidnappers. He himself is laying low, ready to teach them a lesson for their foolishness.

Cue his surprise when you knee one man in the balls and elbow another one in the chin. The third one raises his rusty machete but Mitsuhide is quicker. Though the elusive warlord would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of his delicate mouse.

Mitsuhide quickly takes you home to distract you from what could've become a terrifying experience for you. The 3 men lying on the ground are taken home too... to the cold, dark dungeons of Azuchi castle where they won't be seeing sunlight ever again....

Ieyasu:

"Where were you?!" "Do you realise how worried I was?" "I was looking every where for you!" "You promised to have lunch with me!!" The truth just spills out of Ieyasu's mouth as all the tension in his body flows out with his words.

"...What are those rope burns around your wrists?" The nagging pauses as he realises the red marks. When you tell him the cause there's a rush of anger within him.

He drags you away, to his room and silently pulls out his disinfectants, oitments and bandages. Without another word he tends to your wounds gently.

He acts unaffected by the attempted kidnap, but you can tell he doesn't leave your side for very long for the next few months.

Masamune:

Masamune's away for a day at another province when the kidnapping attempt happens.

He can't believe it when he comes home to hear the commotion that's gone on in his castle - blood on the floor, vases broken, his servants are panicking and his aide is missing and in pursuit of some idiot who tried to threaten your life.

When he hears about how you and Shogetsu tag teamed the kidnapper, he's laughing and wheezing on the ground. Not you biting the kidnapper's arm whilst Shogetsu chomps on the guy's leg!

No wonder there's so much blood in the room. Masamune is proud of his two fierce tigresses - go girls, go! (lol soz I can't remember if Shogetsu was a male or female XD, sorry if Shogetsu's a male)

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #head canon #headcanon #toyotomi hideyoshi #masamune date #mitsuhide akechi #ieyasu tokugawa #uesugi kenshin #otome #headcannons #anime #ask #jgjmk4-2

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silverhallow · 1 year

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Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Benophie Mafia AU

Rated: T - whump/blood/gunshots/violence/injury/near death of a major character

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: A meeting goes entirely wrong and Benedict is close to losing everything he ever wanted

Author's Note: this is set to follow on Treacherous. It’s angsty and it’s what my muse wanted to write after seeing the photo above.

Enjoy 😉

Benedict felt his heart in his mouth when he saw her, the blood trickling down her arm, her beautiful face pale as she was carried through the gates into Penwood Park.

Why had he not gone with her… why had she been so insistent that she could manage this by herself?!

Now he was going to lose her… just a week after they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together…

He had thought he’d heard wrong at first, “Lady Penwood’s been shot…”

The words had sent him into a spiral of despair, Kate had been almost catatonic with panic as Anthony had tried to calm her down. She always went with her… always when it might be dangerous but they’d all assumed that everything would be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

Sophie had told Kate to stay behind, she was pregnant and therefore not in any state to accompany her… Sophie had her gun strapped to her inner thigh if she needed it, not that she liked using it, nor had she ever needed it…

But Benedict had insisted. He’d asked to go with her… as her protection but she’d kissed his temple, told him he was being silly and that all would be well, it was a meeting in broad daylight…

No one had envisaged it going so wrong…

It was supposed to be straight forward, Sophie was to go in, call off the agreements with the Italians…

But the moment she walked in she knew something was off…

Jameson, her male bodyguard who walked with her paused and put a hand on her arm, he didn’t recognise the faces of the men that they were meeting. They’d met the Rosso’s a few times before… but these… he didn’t know.

These were the Italian Mob, clearly forgetting that Sophie had her own Italian Mob Connections with her Aunt but the woman that walked out of the shadows…

Jameson knew well. “Sienna! Lady P get down!” He yelled and Sophie ducked as a shot went flying over her head.

He was a Bridgerton guard. He was the compromise Sophie had agreed to take and by God was she pleased she had, he whipped his gun out and shot the first man before he had a chance to shoot Sophie…

The woman was Anthony’s ex… Sophie had walked into an Ambush, she unclipped her gun and got off two shots before she heard a scream, a shot and then knew nothing but a searing pain in her shoulder, then nothing but darkness…

“LADY PENWOOD HAS BEEN SHOT. CODE RED!” Jameson yelled as he fired off three more shots, taking out each of the men around Sienna and his partner, who’d taken a bullet to the leg, got the final shot off, hitting a retreating Sienna in the back causing her to land face first on the floor.

Jameson ran over to his new boss, the person he was supposed to protect and knew this was not going to go well when he called it in…

It was carnage. He knew she should go straight to the hospital, the rate she was losing blood but Penwood was closer, Mary was a nurse… they had doctors on the staff and he knew if he called Anthony, he’d get a clean up crew to deal with this…

But he hadn’t expected it to be like the world had ended.

He scooped Sophie into his arms and carried her to the car, putting as much pressure on her wound as he could manage whilst the driver helped Thomas into the car as he bound his leg.

Sophie was their priority, get her back safe or die trying.

He called in the incident in the car…

Back at the house, Mary had come running through the hallway with the doctor behind her, giving orders for a room to be prepared for them to work on Sophie and when Benedict and Kate heard about it… the screams…

Anthony wasn’t sure which of them screamed the worst.

They had been at Penwood, they were overseeing the merger and it never occurred to Anthony that the Rosso’s were his ex-girlfriend’s family… he knew part of them were in their world but not that Sienna would stoop to this level… unless she expected him to be there as well…

He calmed Kate and was working on his brother when the door flew open and Sophie’s limp body was being carried in, Jameson, covered in blood and sweat as he ran through the house, looking like he’d seen death.

Sophie looked pale and a trail of blood followed her as they ran through to the room Mary was in and she instantly started barking orders.

Benedict had to be held up but the moment Sophie disappeared behind the now closed door to the kitchen he was pounding on the door “let me in!!!” he needed to be by her side, he would not let anything happen to her.

He could not, he would not lose her. Not now… not when they were so close.

“Please…” he begged as he banged on the door, tears falling down his face, he didn’t care who was watching, he saw him like this, he didn’t care that his reputation for being a hardman were going out of the window. This was the love of his life in there… dying for all he knew.

He sobbed and begged at the door but no one was listening.

Anthony tried to get him up, tried to get him to move away from the door but it was no good.

Even when two more doctors came into the house, running down to the door he’d tried to get in but Mary had just shoved him out of the way with surprising strength “NO! You need to let us do our work!” she yelled at him and Benedict just fell once more to the floor, knees to his chest as he sobbed and prayed that Sophie would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary eventually appeared, four hours later, looking exhausted, covered in blood but relieved as she bent down to an almost comatosed Benedict who was staring but not seeing the space in front of him.

“She’s awake, she’s frail but she’s alive if you wish to see her” she said softly.

She’d tell Kate tomorrow, Kate could come tomorrow, Anthony had finally carried her to bed after 2 hours of no news and promised to wake her with news. Mary had been given the message by Edwina who along with Colin and Eloise were setting up a search party to ensure that the Rosso’s were brought to justice for this…

Benedict got up and made his way into the room, it smelt like a hospital theatre, the clawing smell almost made him throw up but he had to be strong, he had to be there for her, if she was awake he had to be the first face she saw. The first one to be relieved that she was okay…

After Mary who was like her mother…

Sophie was lying on a makeshift bed, pale and weak, the blood stains running down her side and a bandage over her clavicle and her arm in a sling to help her arm heal. “Hey you” she said as she saw a tired, almost broken Benedict making his way over to her.

Benedict broke down once again, he thought he had no tears left to cry, but seeing her, hearing her weak voice he shattered and ran over to her, moving to her right side and pressed kisses all over her “you’re okay… you’re okay” he said over and over again, his hands touching her face, her arm, everything reassuring himself that she was there and she was really real.

“I’m okay really. It was barely…”

“You got shot don’t you dare say it was barely a scratch… i saw them… i saw…” he shuddered.

Sophie teached her hand up and pressed her hand on his cheek, “I’m fine, Mary got the bullet out… it was just… near a major artery is all… I lost some blood. I’ll be okay. Please… just sit down” she pleaded with him

Benedict sat down and took her hand in his, the blood stains still there down her arm “please don’t ever scare me like that again… please. No more going out without me… in fact. No more going out, you need something doing you said me or Jameson… no more…”

Sophie sighed and looked at him, the resolution in his face but the terror she’d felt the moment before she’d slipped into unconsciousness… she never wanted to experience again, she didn’t want to leave Benedict, she didn’t want to lose him and she knew it was the reason she was leaving this life behind, why they were moving away from it all…

“No more…” she said weakly.

“I…” Benedict said “wait… you agree?”

Sophie nodded weakly. “It’s why I want to leave this life.. My last thought before I blacked out was of you, of Kate… the life we’re trying to build… stability. No more… no more risk, for either of us… it’s done. It’s over…” she said

Benedict let out a puff of relief “good… I can't lose you. There is no me without you, so please… no more being stupid or reckless…”

“No more” she grinned a little drunkenly “i love you Ben”

“I love you too Soph… now sleep, i’ll be here when you wake” he said kissing her blood stained hand.

“Promise?”

“always”

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Smiffina Episodes: Assault On Sun Hill - Part 1 and 2

Part 1 has the very lovely Christopher Fox arrive as Max Carter, the stations new DS. Sam's nose is put out of joint because she knew nothing of Max until she overheard a new DS was arriving! Max's arrival has somewhat of a question over it because he's transferred from CO19 to Divisional CID. Max eventually explains that it's because he shot two people, cleared two investigations, two lawful killings... but the higher ups were concerned about bad press so made him up to Sgt and moved him out.

Max and Terry worked a case where a trusted longterm snout of Terry's gave information about an armed robbery involving a very dangerous criminal. Then suddenly he told him it was the next week... Max and Terry worked out the change of heart was because his son was taken in as the getaway driver and his snout wanted to protect him. Sadly Jimmy Duncan found out and shout the snout in the stomach which lead to Terry finding the man bleeding to death. Terry couldn't deal and disappeared as soon as his snout died, found by uniform in a pub. He told them he didn't want to go back to his family in the state he was in so they took him to the station with a discreet word to Nikki who allowed him to have a nap in the cells as it was quiet, Nikki looking after Terry's warrant card for him under the desk.

Whilst this was happening, uniform also dealt with the case of two girls arrested for refusing to pay for their taxi after their holiday. They were taken to the station where they proved pains in the arse. The taxi driver was found unconscious at home and it turned out that the girls had smuggled back a poisonous snake that had gotten free and was slithering around the mans house. Thankfully it was quickly found and safely captured by the RSPCA, but the damage was done and the girls boyfriends were getting fed up of waiting for the girls. After several hours, they appeared to have given up and were leaving... though they marched back inside with guns and covers over their faces (despite having been sat in the front office all day!!!) and an irritating friend for a get away driver, demanding to see their girls who they wanted releasing, taking Tony and Sally hostage.

Part 2 opens with Sally and Tony held hostage. CO19 turn up as part of a routine statement drop off and 2 of the armed men see this and panic and end up shooting one of the officers. One, Damo, gets shot but it's just a graze. Tony ends up letting them further into the station

Will and Callum are outside at the front and can see what's going on through the doors. Callum radios to Gina who is in the station to inform her. Gina puts out an 'evacuate the station' message and tells those who are out of the station to remain out until further notice.

The hostage takers have made it to the cells and have now taken Ben and Nikki hostage too. They make Nikki open the doors until they find the girls. (You'd think that knowing that she has Jimmy Duncan and Terry in the cells that she'd ask who they're after and tell them they'd be in the female cells so as not to open every cell?) In doing so, all prisoners are released - other than a singing drunk who doesn't seem to realise and Terry who initially sleeps through it all. The girls immediately know that the mask wearing idiots are their boyfriends. The fiesty one, Paula, moans at her boyfriend, Michael that she's not going to leave without her belongings - including her phone and purse. Michael is visibly irritated, pointing out that they're in a police station with officers everywhere and really need to be leaving! Again she refuses and he orders Nikki to get her her stuff to pacify her so they can leave

Vinnie tells Michael that there are armed police outside. Sally tells them that it's a routine statement drop off (surely you'd let them think one of them had informed on the others and turn them against each other or use it to try end it quicker and more peacefully?) Damo, the irritating friend they brought with them, then spots his girlfriend is obviously not well, curled up in pain with a high temperature. Paula shouts at Michael again for bringing in guns and causing more problems as they were about to be released anyway!

Tony is asked if there's a backway out and he just glares at them, Nikki tells them all exits lead to the front so they cannot avoid C019 and they should give themselves up before anyone else gets hurt. Jimmy stands in the doorway to the men's cells and tells them they don't have enough firepower to shoot their way out so they need to take their hostages to a central location where they can't be taken by surprise by CO19 and that he should remove their utility belts too. Jimmy won't shut up despite the officers telling him to. "Where's central and secure?" Michael demands of Tony. "...Milton Keynes?" Tony suggests, getting a gun thrust in his face for his trouble. They proceed as a group to IBO.

Gina is doing a sweep of the station, she manages to get outside with some of the other staff and meets Callum, Will and the CO19 officers. The officer shot will be fine but has broken ribs, saved by his vest. Gina tasks Callum to try work out who is inside and who is outside and they start to lock the street and surrounding buildings down.

Michael tries to keep control of the officers and Jimmy, but Jimmy keeps mouthing off. Paula tells him that Tiffany needs to go to hospital and blames him for not meeting them at the airport. "Listen, why are you always trying to undermine me in front of people?!" he scowls at her, asking her to look after Tiffany. Tony almost chuckles, telling the other officers that they're not hardened criminals or murderers. Nikki doesn't let that calm her considering they're loose canons, worked up and have already shot one officer!

Max, Mickey and Sam are in the pub having a Christmas drink. There's tinsel, lights, Slade playing in the background... and then Gina walks in and takes over the pub and the carpark as the rendezvous point with only a "Sorry Bob, we need your pub!"

Damo is worrying about Tiff and begs Michael to get them out. Jimmy rolls his eyes and says if they bring the toys [guns], they have to play. He suggests if it was him he'd search the rest of the building, make a list of demands and start to plan a way out. Damo is sent to do exactly that. Ben realises Tiff is more 'out of it' than just drink. As a first aider he jumps into action to help and questions Paula if they are drugs mules. She denies it first before having to admit it. Tiff has already been to the toilet and passed the drugs but Paula hasn't and is worried the same could happen to her. Michael sends her to the toilet with Sally and Vinnie, they run into Damo and some hostages. Paula shouts that Tiffany is OD'ing on coke and he is clearly terrified, telling Michael if anything happens to her, they are finished.

Gina has paramedics and the fire brigade on standby and is trying to get power, gas and water cut off to the building. She's also got Barton St to set up cameras for the outside of the station so they can view what's happening live. Sam wonders if it's an elaborate attempt to spring Jimmy from the cells. So soon after the Moving Target trilogy they suspect it could be a terrorist but Heaton says it doesn't feel political to him. CO19 set up shop in the buildings around and opposite the station and the cameras are now switched on.

Nikki tries to get them to give themselves up. Jimmy winds Michael up and tells him what to do. He claims he's on his side and just wants to get out of there. Tony tells him not to listen to him as he'll only benefit himself. Jimmy works the Vinnie angle after he tells him that he doesn't think he could shoot anyone. Michael makes Nikki answer the telephone call from Gina that through the IBO system. Gina and Nikki pretend not to know each other, but Nikki is unable to tell her much because Michael is preventing her. Gina says the station is surrounded and secured and they should end it now before anyone else is hurt. Jimmy stirs the pot further causing Tony to snap at him and Ben to drag him back down before Tony gets shot. Michael is starting to listen to Jimmy and take his opinion and tells Nikki to order a bus for the hostages. Gina replies it takes time and she doesn't have the authority so Michael snaps 'Get the authority or someone's going to get hurt, starting with your lot.' He gives a time limit of 1 hour. Heaton and the others discuss it and Heaton suggests ringing back in half an hour, hoping they'd be calmer.

A hungover Terry wakes to a serenade from the drunk. He leaves his cell, horrified to find the door to Jimmy's - and all other - cell open. He enters custody and finds the utility belts. He can hear raised voices so pauses to listen, he creeps through and can see into IBO where Michael is waving a gun over Ben and Tony and then sees Vinnie waiting outside the girls toilets whilst Sally tries to help Paula go. He hurries back to Custody and finds his phone, ringing Sam.

Paula flushes before leaving the cubicle claiming no evidence, no case. Clearly she's forgotten where she is... Sally asks her why she'd done what she had and she shrugs, claiming it to be 'their way out'. She tells Paula to tell Michael to end it sooner rather than later or it could be too late for Tiff. Nikki, Paula and Jimmy talk Michael into letting Tiff go to receive medical help as she's near collapse. Jimmy tells him they know he's tough and this will prove to him that he's not a psycho and stop them from sending in CO19 to blast them all out.

Terry updates Sam on what he's seen from inside the situation, he also tells them that Jimmy Duncan appears to be working with the hostage takers. Nikki rings back through to Gina before Sam can finish updating the officers in the pub to tell them that Tiff will be coming out. Paula tries to get him to give himself up but Michael insists only Tiff. He wants Damo and Ben to take her to the front office - and for Damo to hand over his gun first. He hands it to Vinnie and asks him to 'try not to shoot anyone'. Terry is trying to leave the station but before he can get out the doors, Tiff is brought through, handed over, and Ben, Michael and Damo return into the station.

Vinnie is not the brightest of souls and Jimmy quickly outsmarts him. He gets him to hand a gun over... and then shoots him dead. He now has two guns. Not a great thing for an armed robber with no conscience to have in the middle of a police station... especially when he takes Nikki hostage. Everyone in IBO is now terrified - including the officers. Having heard the gunshot, Terry abandons plans to leave and turns back.

Ben, Michael and Damo return to find chaos where Tony is trying to save Vinnie's life and PC Extra trying to calm down the two non-English speaking cleaners. Paula clings to Michael, sobbing - Damo isn't far behind her! Michael realises what a mistake he's made...

Terry updates Sam and tells her that one of the idiots has been shot and that he suspects Nikki has been taken hostage by Jimmy. She tells him to get out immediately. He refuses, telling her it's about him and Jimmy Duncan after Jimmy murdered his snout and he hangs up before she can stop him.

Tony and Ben try to get Michael to let them all get out but Michael insists he's going to go and kill Jimmy. Ben says if he gets hold of his gun too, he'll kill them all. Michael says they're waiting for the bus but Ben insists there won't BE a bus. Before they can continue, the power to the station gets cut off and all lights go out. Jimmy gets Nikki to open the cell of his accomplice and he hands him a gun. He then takes his phone and makes a call to 'Craigy', telling him to be ready to collect them from a warehouse off Sun Hill Road. He rings Sam and manages to tell her that Duncan has a gun and he's freed his accomplice who also has a gun now and that they're about to escape but his phone cuts off before he can finish as his battery has run out. He goes back into Custody when Duncan and his accomplice part ways for a few seconds and knocks him out cold. He tries to get his gun but Jimmy returns and holds his gun at his head.

Terry tries to blag that he's a criminal just like him and wants to get out hence going for the gun. He claims to be Gary Jones in for ABH.Jimmy tells him to grab some blankets with Nikki and carry them to the canteen after he'd removed a lighter from someone's property. In IBO Michael and Jimmy hold a gun at each other until Michael is intimidated enough to hand it over. (Just shoot him mate, you had nothing to lose - the way he is you wouldn't have gotten out if he'd been able to complete it!) Terry knees Ben in the stomach as a way of telling the gathered officers that Jimmy doesn't know he's an officer "It's alright, he's the git who nicked me." He covers to Jimmy. Jimmy tells him to get the officers locker keys and remove anything that is flammable like aerosols. He tells him to take Tony with him.

You've got to love Terry for snark! Jimmy tells him to cuff him first. "Come on, big boy!" In the locker room Terry lets Tony in on what has happened and that Jimmy thinks he's a prisoner. He tells him that he's going to start a fire and all he wants is just one guns so he can take control of the situation. He asks Jimmy what happens after the fire breaks out and he tells him that it'll then be every man for himself. He gets everyone out into the corridor and orders them to lie down, telling Terry to start a fire in the canteen. Terry grabs a metal bin, towels and cooking oil and starts the fire, standing over it whilst looking rather sinister.

CID trace the Craig that Jimmy called and speed round to his flat. Gina reports to Sam and Heaton that a fire has started in the canteen. Sam suggests waiting for him to leave and then take him out - but Heaton points out there's their colleagues lives in danger as well as a risk to the station going up. He's going to send in CO19 now - whilst Jimmy is still planning. Terry gets hold of a gun and immediately hold Jimmy at gunpoint. Unfortunately the guns not loaded... Jimmy knew who he was all along after he'd seen his warrant card in the property drawer in custody Terry is then knocked out cold. Max reports back to Sam there's no sign of Craig or the money at the flat they were traced to.

Duncan grabs one of the non-English speaking cleaners and drags her along with him towards the exit. C019 are given the permission to go in. As soon as they all run out under the cover of smoke, Jimmy takes Terry's warrant card and claims he's police and has to get the cleaner to a paramedic. CO19 buy it and let him pass with Terry still unconscious inside until he comes to and manages to stumble outside. Gina, Sam and Heaton hurry over, identifying the officers, including Terry, so they're not arrested.

In the confusion, Paula is shrieking at the officers to 'get off him!' about Michael and Jimmy appears to have gotten away. He gets Will to take him to the meet up point that he'd overheard. He makes Will do a silent approach and pull in away from the meet up point. As he gets out, Will calls in for back up. Terry takes Jimmy by surprise and knocks him out cold after beating him up, holding him at gunpoint. He cocks the gun and has to be shouted down to not shoot him by Sam. He gets to arrest him for two murders and CO19 move in to remove him from the scene.

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"Who's this?" Part 2

Part 1 part 2

It was eating you alive, like a bad dream taking over your nights sleep day after day after day. Every time you saw a holding of hands or a gentle kiss it reminded off what could be. Your morals to your brother where in your way of a love, a love like no other. You knew what could happen you had seen it in the films - you will take too long to find him and then before you know your sat watching him get married. This was unreal, it wasn't sitting right with you.

"Julia how long am I supposed to put these in for?!" You shouted from the oven as you tried to cram as many pizzas into an oven as physically possible. Julia and thiago where hosting a party to celebrate the amazing season which had just taken place, you where more than happy to go just as long as you didn't find out who was going to be there. The idea of knowing he would walk through that door and see you knocked your stomach into several different shapes but seeing it as a surprise made your heart beat with ease (you thought).

"20 minutes" she shouted back to you as you slammed the oven door shut and pulled down the bottom of your dress. You where all in your best dressed and you where sure if you looked in the mirror you would turn yourself on. A day like this was what you needed, you needed to get dressed up and feel good about yourself and not worry yourself over that greek god you couldn't release from your mind.

"You have to change!" Thiago said as he bursted through the kitchen door in a hurry. You snapped your head towards him in pure confusion as to the clear emotion he was performing.

"What?" You said with your eyebrows raised a light chuckle escaping from your mouth. Julia was looking up at her husband in disbelief at the screams coming from his mouth.

"What?! What do you mean what? That dress is what!" Thiago rambled on as he ran his hands across his pristine white shirt.

"Are you for real? My dress is shorter that y/ns chill out" Julia said with a laugh as she kissed your cheek with a smile. She knew exactly how to back you up, she had realised how protective thiago truly was when she met you for the first time. Your relationship with your brother was something special, something that no one could truly understand but Julia saw the happiness between you both and the banter you both shared.

"Thanks babe for sticking up for me" he said with a laugh as he started filling the fridge with an array of drinks that where going to become his enemy. You started to help him until a pearcing knock at the door ran through the large house.

"Oh that will be kostas" thiago said with a smile as he scrambled his way out of the fridge trying to avoid the numerous drinks across the floor waiting for a home. Your eyes burst open at the words he had just said. Kostas. You thought you where prepared.

"Are you ok y/n?" Julia said as she noticed your pale face looking blankly at the fridge.

"Y-yeah I'm fine im just going to grab my phone" you said point blank lieing to her face but now wasn't the time to share a heart to heart about a past kiss. You wondered over to your bag pulling out your phone to make yourself look busy as the mens voices where getting closer.

"Hiya Julia" a greek accent said filling the kitchen up with utter warmth and delight. Pull it together. You threw your phone back into your bag and took a deep breathe, everything will be fine was wondering through your head as your heavy breathing filled your body.

"Y/n get over here" thiago shouted from the other end of the room whilst ushering you over with no idea of what was going through your mind. Kostas's eyes fell on you as you turned your body round towards the group of three. A glow in his eyes took over the brown orbs that layed beneath his lashes. He was just a pretty as last time, his lips where irresistible and that hair was indulgent to you.

"H-hey" kostas said quietly as thiago and Julia wondered out to the front door to greet some more guests. You where grateful that he arrived early, you had chance to see him and feel the emotions without needing to hide them from everyone else.

"Hi" you muttered back walking closer to him in the large kitchen. Every step you took his eyes examined it with a love like no other. Your mind started to run back to that night - the night where your bodies collided together and your lips made nothing but a dance between the both of you.

"You look ama-" kostas began to say before getting cut off by Adrian.

"Oh look who it is! My two favourite people" Adrian cheered to you both as he pulled you in for a group hug. It was just a group hug, Nothing was to come from this. Kostas's arm snaked around your waist making you feel like a butterfly with no power over its emotions. This was starting to become something you couldn't end. The little touch in clear daylight infront of everyone made everything fit like a puzzle.

"Hey Adrian" you replied with a smile as you wriggled your way out of the grasp they both had you in. Adrian had always been someone who was so welcoming and calming, you could trust him but you could also trust Kostas yet it was in a different light. Kostas looked at you as you exchanged words with the goal keeper, he had a sparkle inside his orbs and a sneaking smile forming on his lips.

Your eyes glued together like they where inseparable. Every second a glance was stollen from both of you wanting more from what you left. His tongue gliding across his tongue sent your eyes wild and your brain thinking one to many thoughts. Alot of people would of fell to there knees at there love interest inticing them in a room full of people but you couldn't help seeing it as a reminder of how stupid you where, not many people would of left him standing there with parted lips and a heart of dread as he watched you walk away with regret and fear of being caught.

"Im going to get a drink" you blurted out quickly as your body needed to get away from what felt like a burning fire. You rushed into the kitchen seeing nothing but party decorations and empty beer bottles, how could everyone be having a good time when all you could do was think about your broken relationship with kostas. The mess you made was become the epitome of every writers perfect book.

"Hi" kostas shouted as he waltzed into the kitchen with no shame.

"Shit" you shouted as you snapped your head towards the sudden voice that made your skin jump off your body. His face lit up into an amused smile at your sudden actions making your heart feel like a butterfly trapped.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I wanted to talk to you" he said with a laugh whilst running his hands through his blonde locks until proceeding to sit on the kitchen island.

"Then why didn't you say can I pull you for a chat rather than scaring the crap out of me" you quickly replied back with a smile. You didn't think this would fix the breaks that had already started, how where you supposed to fix what you ran away from and left when all you wanted was to keep it.

"Its not bloody love island" kostas replied back quickly with a laugh at your choice of words making it seem that we where on the verge of a re-coupling.

"Shut up" you mumbled with a smirk as you looked at him from across your way, your forearms rested against the cold marble causing your eyes to fall on his body sat on the kitchen island with nothing but a smug smirk and a cheeky laugh. This was like a drugged up relationship but you where addicted and nothing was going to break the bond that was made.

"Y/n I want you" kostas blurted out causing your head to snap up from the position you where sat in.

"W-what?" You asked not understanding what the hell he had just let fall from his mouth.

"I need you all I can think about is us and what happened. I don't care about shitty consequences, if your brother wants to pin me against the wall and slap me for all this then fine I'll take it! I need this - me and you. I cant stop thinking about you when where together your hair, your eyes, your smile everything about you is perfect. Y/n I cant ignore it like your doing, I know it might seem wrong but it also seems so right. Please." Kostas blurted out at a speed of light causing his greek accent to wrap around every word. You where taken back at his choice of words, choice of thoughts and what the fuck he actually wanted. You released your arms off the cold marble and quickly wondered your way over to kostas as your body stopped in-between his legs on the island and his hands fell onto your neck.

"Kiss me" you gently said wanting nothing but what was left. You knew he was right and the fear of being caught by your brother was falling from your mind, love came first and this was something more addictive and captivating than a telling off. You where there, with your soul mate, in the place of paradise. You where in love.

Hey! I hope you enjoyed this part 2. I was sceptical on posting this as I know part 1 was one of my pieces stolen. I'm trying everything to get them taken down, I'm hoping this will all be sorted for everyone effected. Please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated.

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‘I want that with you’-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @misskatesharma)

Requested by @elennox03: ‘I’d like to request an Anthony Bridgerton x read imagine. I’m a huge sucker for husband!anthony. Can you write an imagine where Anthony and his wife are visiting the Bridgerton house and he sees his wife with his youngest sibilings and he realizes he wants to be a dad. When they leave and go back to their house he admits to her that he wants a kid and it’s really fluffy and maybe a little smutty? 🥺’

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Bridgerton family x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF, SMUT

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Anthony sat at the table, newspaper in hand as he waited for his wife to join him for breakfast. The servants were ready to serve the food as soon as the Viscountess sat down. Anthony was engrossed in the headlines of the day, until he heard someone descending the stairs. He hoped it was his wife, smiling when he saw the doors being opened for her in his peripheral.

“Good morning darling.” he greeted.

“Good morning. Sorry to keep you waiting, last time we visited your family I promised Hyacinth I would wear this dress, it is her favourite.” she approached him, kissing him on the forehead before taking her seat, where a servant pushed it in for her.

“No bother, we shall still be there on time.” Anthony put down the newspaper as breakfast was laid out in front of them.

“I am excited to be visiting again. Especially since Daphne’s season is coming up.”

Anthony’s happy expression vanished at the thought.“Don’t remind me.”

(Y/N) giggled at her husband as they started eating.“Here he is, the protective older brother.”

“Well, I have to be. We both know men will come flocking towards her, and she will be so hypnotised by it that she won’t think about getting to know them. And to add to that, I know a majority of the men in this community, they go to my club, and there’s a lot I don’t want near her.”

“Oh darling, don’t get yourself too stressed over these matters. I’m sure you will have no trouble finding someone for her. Now let us eat, I am starving.”

Once they finished, the pair headed to the foyer, their servants already waiting with gloves, coats and capes, as well as a hat for Anthony. They put on everything, (Y/N) taking Anthony’s arm as they walked outside to the carriage. The couple didn’t need to speak to enjoy each others company, still holding hands as they looked out of the windows, the familiar streets passing by, before they both recognised the area in which their family lived in. (Y/N) loved being a Bridgerton, not only because she had fallen completely in love with Anthony, but because he had the most wonderful family. She had many friends who’s families were stuck up, or too strict, with some only just liking their husbands. (Y/N)’s whole body filled up with adoration for Anthony every time she looked at him, and her heart swelled whenever he looked back. (Y/N) knew she was extremely lucky, and she was thankful for that every single day.

When they arrived at the Bridgerton house, they were welcomed in, taken to the drawing room where the entire family was sat. Gregory and Hyacinth were the first to make a move, jumping off of their chairs and shouting out their brother and sister-in-law’s names. Anthony scooped up his younger brother as (Y/N) knelt down to capture Hyacinth in a hug. When the married couple had first started courting, Hyacinth had been in awe of (Y/N), wondering if Anthony was in love with a princess.

The rest of the Bridgerton’s also stood to welcome Anthony and (Y/N). Hyacinth took (Y/N)’s hand and pulled her towards the sofa, sitting down together. She looked over (Y/N)’s dress, thrilled that she remembered to wear that one. As Violet began a conversation with (Y/N), Anthony approached Daphne, intending to talk about her upcoming season, but she beat him to it.

“Anthony, I should like to ask you a few questions regarding my debut.” Daphne started.

“Wonderful, I was just about to bring up the matter. So, in a few weeks, you shall be presented-”

“No, I know how it all works brother. Mama has told me all about it. I wanted to ask you about, well, the more personal side of it. And I think it would benefit me to see it from a gentleman’s perspective.”

Anthony dreaded to think what she would come up with.“Ah, maybe this is a conversation for mama-”

“I was wondering what it felt like when you realised (Y/N) was the one for you. How did you choose her? Was it something that stood out? Something I should be doing?”

Anthony chuckled at his sister’s questions, and how innocent she was. He wished she would stay like this forever.“I believe it is different for everyone sister. I...I don’t know how to explain it, but,” he looked over to (Y/N), who now had Hyacinth cuddled into her side as she and Violet talked,“it felt right. Like when you know the answer to a question, and that feeling of certainty goes through you. You don’t have any ‘what ifs’ about the future, because you know that no matter what happens, they will be the person by your side.”

Daphne smiled as she glanced in the same direction, before looking back to her brother. She had seen that expression of his many times when he was with (Y/N), and she wished someone would look at her that way during her season.

“(Y/N),” Gregory caught her attention. He was sat on the floor,“will we be having a cousin soon? Some of my friends have loads of cousins to play with.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure how to answer, and Violet sensed that. The older siblings felt a slight awkwardness in the air, knowing it was a touchy subject.

Violet smiled, trying to lighten the mood.“Why don’t we take lunch outside? It is such a beautiful day.”

The eldest siblings all quickly agreed, moving almost immediately. Gregory felt that he had said something wrong, especially wen he saw (Y/N)’s face. Anthony was about to comfort her when Gregory stood up and held her hand, Hyacinth was already holding the other one.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” he said, pouting slightly.

(Y/N) gave him a comforting smile, kneeling down between the two.“Don’t worry, you did no such thing. Tell you what, why don’t we play outside after lunch? But you’ve got to let me win at least one game.”

The children giggled, knowing that (Y/N) had never been very good at winning whatever games they played. But both nodded, going ahead of her when she gently pushed them forwards. Standing back up, she realised Anthony had been watching her the whole time.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he replied, quickly pecking her on the lips.“Come, let us join our family.”

The rest of the afternoon went by too fast for (Y/N)’s liking. Over lunch she discussed Daphne’s debut, giving her advice on how to deduct herself and little ways to flirt when Anthony and Violet weren’t listening. Their giggles didn’t go unnoticed, Anthony scolding Collin and Benedict for not paying attention to the girls.

“(Y/N), can we go play now?” Gregory asked as soon as she was finished eating.

“Gregory, you have only just finished for food too. Wait a while, otherwise you will have a bad stomach.” Violet warned him.

“She is not a toy for you two to play with. Some of us would like to speak with (Y/N) too you know.” Daphne pointed out, only to have Gregory stick his tongue out at her.

“We will play once our food has settled, yes?” (Y/N) nodded to the children, who knew they would be waiting as the grown ups talked.

Anthony had that thought again. Hyacinth and Gregory adored (Y/N), and she had such a way with children. And it wasn’t all smooth sailing with these two, (Y/N) had told them off a few times. It was natural thing that came to her, a natural thing he had put off for so long. Of course, they wanted to enjoy their time together without children, but seeing her like this, and with children of friends started to make him think that perhaps it was time. (Y/N) had only ever expressed her wanting of children once, which lead to an argument. Anthony had always felt pressured to be the one to marry first and produce heirs, so when he found (Y/N), his mama subtly hinted to him about having a baby as soon as possible; just to spite her, Anthony convinced (Y/N) not to dive headfirst into parenthood, something she went along with because she saw how stressed Anthony became on the subject. However, (Y/N) didn’t want to be past her time before it was too late to have a child.

“Alright then,” (Y/N) said as she, the two youngest and Collin stood on the grass,“what game are we playing?”

“Hide and seek!” Hyacinth quickly shouted before Gregory could even open his mouth.

“That’s so boring!” her brother whined.

“And aren’t (Y/N) and I slightly too big to be hiding?” Collin pointed out.

(Y/N) mocked offence.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”

(Y/N) laughed at him, much to Collin’s relief.

“Gregory, we do always play whatever you want.” (Y/N) said.“We’ll play hide and seek today.”

Hyacinth cheered, saying (Y/N) was the seeker before running off. Gregory was fast behind her, whilst Collin shrugged at (Y/N), going off to hide too. (Y/N) just rolled her eyes as she smiled, turning the other way and beginning to count. The others were still sat at the table, engrossed in a conversation, but Anthony was still watching (Y/N). She shook her head at him, still counting until she reckoned they were given enough time to hide. She announced she was coming, looking under benches and around trees and hedges, behind statues and pillars. Collin was the first to be found, unfortunately he was right about being too big to hide. They both set out to find the other two, keeping as quiet as they could.

(Y/N) heard rustling behind her, before something moved in behind the rose bushes. She held back for a moment, waking alongside it slowly to not alert the player of her presence. Once they had no where else to go, (Y/N) waited for them to make a run for it, jumping out at them. This caused them to collide as they both yelped out, but ending up laughing as (Y/N) realised it was Hyacinth that she had caught. As they sat up, with (Y/N) checking she hadn’t hurt the girl, Collin came bounding over with Gregory over his shoulder.

Anthony knew what he wanted, and in that moment he had no patience. He wanted to tell (Y/N) about his intentions now, but knew it would be better to have that conversation in private. It was going to happen tonight, he needed to say it.

On the way home, (Y/N) noticed how Anthony’s hand was on her thigh, rather than holding her hand, and he was as close to her as he could possibly be. He kept kissing her too, holding her face in his other hand. Some were gentle and long kisses, other were hungry and passionate. (Y/N) was flustered, wondering why he was acting this way. When they arrived home, Anthony took her hand in his, quickly guiding her upstairs to their room.

“Anthony, what are-”

(Y/N) was silenced as he kissed her again, his hands now holding her waist. She embraced it, gripping onto his biceps as he walked them towards the bed. He pulled away, scooping her into his arms and gently laying her down on the bed. He straddled her, leaning down to kiss her again as she pushed off his jacket, trying to take off his shirt too. He sat up, taking it off, and for a moment, he was content with just looking at his wife.

“Anthony?” she whispered.

His urges drove him forward, kissing down her neck and on top of her breasts, pulling her to sit up with him so he could undo her dress. She told him to stand, as did she, turning around so it was easier to rid of the garment. Once it was off, he pressed his body against the back of hers, taking a second to slow down. He ran his hands from her lower back, rounding her waist and cupping her breasts. She moaned at his touch, purposefully pushing against his crotch. He moved her to face him, knowing he had to tell her what was on his mind now before he completely forgot about them.

“(Y/N).” was all he managed to get out.

“Yes?” she looked back up at him with her beautiful eyes.

“I...I want us to have a family.”

“I do too.”

“No, I mean...I’m ready.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I know I am. After seeing you today with my brother and sister, well, whenever you’re around children, I realised how selfish I have been. I married you because I love you. And love comes in many forms. One way to express our love is by creating a family of our own.”

“Anthony, are you sure? Because, because you know how happy that would make me?”

He smiled.“And that’s all I want to do, make you happy.”

“You do so every day. But this means the world to me. I love you.”

“I love you, so much. We’re ready (Y/N), we know what we both want. I want that with you.”

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Request: Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and having a crush on Iroh II

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Growing up as the daughter of Lin Beifong metal and earth bending were your whole life. You learnt to earth bend by the time you could walk and your mother had you in training from a young age so you graduated from the earth bending school at the top of your class with your eyes firmly set on following in your mother’s footsteps whilst also trying to emulate your grandmother’s success. You had a sharp focus and nothing else really caught your attention. You had friends but training came first and dating seemed something superficial you could live without. Republic city was your life and you would never dream of leaving it but your mother had other ideas.

Your mother thought you needed more worldly experience before you joined the police force so she sent you to the fire nation to gain some training as an officer. She claimed the fire nation had some of the best officers in the world and that they would help you learn invaluable real-life experience. You did not agree and protested the whole thing. All your training had revolved around the needs of Republic City specifically and you couldn’t see how you’d learn anything new about how to protect your city by travelling all the way to fire nation but your mother refused to change her mind and that was that.

So you were shipped off to the fire nation fresh out of the academy. Your mother had spoken to Firelord Izumi and it was agreed you’d be staying at the palace so not only would you be unfamiliar with the environment, you’d be in a place where every small look, word or action had large consequences. You didn’t know much about the fire nation and couldn’t really recall the royal family. You were aware your grandmother was very close with the late Firelord Zuko but since then things had changed. Although your grandmother’s friends (mainly Katara) had tried to keep the group close it was hard with everyone scattered across the four nations and so with each generation the group had drifted further and further apart. You knew Firelord Izumi had a daughter older than you and a son around your age called Iroh. You recalled meeting Iroh when you were younger at some event in the south pole but couldn’t remember much more than a serious fire nation child. So you arrived on the steps of the palace utterly out of your depth determined to see these three months through so you could return to your beloved city. You were shown into the palace immediately, your belongings taken by maids who refused to let you carry them yourself as you were a royal guest. You weren’t used to finery so proceeded through the palace partly in awe and partly in utter confusion why someone needed this many paintings of old men everywhere. You were finally shown into a large room. “Ah you must be y/n Beifong” a voice called and you turned to see someone who looked vaguely familiar. You knew he wasn’t Firelord Zuko or Firelord Izumi’s husband as he was too young so figured by his royal outfit this was Izumi’s second child the prince. “Prince Iroh, it’s an honour to see you again” you said bowing and he chuckled “I bet you thought that would be a winning line with any fire nation citizen didn’t you? Because we’re still all obsessed with honour like we were centuries ago?” Iroh asked and you hesitated. “If I caused any offence...” you started but Iroh cut you off breaking out in a large smile “no I was only kidding, it is a winning line we are still obsessed with honour”. You watched as Iroh laughed at his own joke surprised, you didn’t expect the prince of the fire nation to be like this. You figured royalty lacked the ability or the clearance to have a sense of humour but apparently not. “So have I really not changed since we were eight?” Iroh asked and when you frowned he elaborated “you recognised me but the last time we met was just over ten years ago”. You paused “ow no I didn’t actually recognise you, you were young, dressed in fine clothes with royal hairpins, not to mention you’re in the palace...you had to be the prince”. “Good deductions officer” Iroh said saluting you before he grinned “i’m in training too”. That piqued your interest “really? for the fire nation army?”. He nodded “yep! I’m an officer but my hope is to be general one day and to fully earn it, rather than just get it because of who my family is...hopefully in a few years i’ll get there”. “I’m sure you will” you agreed and Iroh led you into a large dining room. “Are we dining alone?” you asked confused and Iroh smirked. “Why? Not pleased with me?” he asked and you rushed to assure him that wasn’t the case when he laughed again “I’m joking again y/n, I know my grandfather told you the whole family would be dining with you in his letter to your mother but he, my parents and sister were all called away to an urgent matter and asked me to fill in as we’re similar ages”. “Ow” you nodded “that makes sense...is everything okay?”. Iroh nodded “everything’s fine just boring fire nation stuff...so shall we?” he asked holding out his arm to you. You weren’t sure if this was appropriate so averted your eyes and only took his arm lightly. Iroh smirked at your caution and led you into the room.

The meal with Iroh was nice. He was friendly, hard-working and interesting. You soon got used to his humour and learnt not to take him too seriously. You hadn’t met many other people your age who shared your passion for a military career and found it was nice, a sentiment Iroh apparently shared. He enquired what you were doing the rest of the week and when you replied nothing as training didn’t start for another week he soon had several of your days planned out with fire nation sights to show you. Iroh seemed to understand you didn’t know much about the fire nation so planned to take you to all the important sites as well as areas relevant to the army to peak both your interests. You enjoyed the prince’s tours greatly and even when training did start you continued meeting with Iroh regularly. You liked his company and were surprised that didn’t fade the more time you spent with him, if anything it grew more and more. You thought he’d be a spoilt entitled prince but he was kind and considerate pleasantly surprising you.

You didn’t become aware that you liked Iroh as anything more until one of your friends at the academy pointed it out. Since starting training you were progressing well, you achieved high grades and were held in high esteem by your fellow recruits. You had made some friends and often trained with them after the academy retired for the day. After a long training session you were heading to the palace when one of your friends called out to you “hey y/n some of us were going into town to celebrate our class’s good progress, do you want to come?”. You smiled pleased they wanted you to come when you remembered you couldn’t go “I’d love to Shani but sorry I can’t I have plans”. “Of course you do” she smirked as your other friend Aizori grinned “is it with Iroh by any chance”. “Actually it is” you said frowning at their shared look “why?”. “Ow nothing just it’s not every day your friend is dating the crowned prince”. “Me and Iroh are not dating!” you cried “our families are old friends that’s all”. “Uh...hu, if that’s true then what are your plans together may we ask?”. “We’re attending a party at the palace”. “Together?” Shani asked and you blushed “yes but he only asked me because it’s a formal event that’s apparently really boring so he wanted a friend there, trust me we’re not dating”. “But how can you resist?” Aizori asked “I’ve only seen the prince a handful of times but he seems to get better looking every single time! How don’t you get lost in those golden eyes and that chiselled jaw? The royal family has some amazing genes not even a Beifong can resist”. You paused considering it. For you looks weren’t very important so you didn’t tend to notice them. You held work ethic and determination as much higher priorities and Iroh scored very highly in both but in looks...you honestly couldn’t say. “I’m not sure I’ve noticed” you admitted and the girls rolled their eyes not believing you.

When you arrived back at the palace your friend’s words were ringing in your head and when you next saw Iroh something felt different. You took note of his looks and were surprised by what you’d found. Iroh was attractive, very attractive, how had you missed that? You stared at Iroh wondering if his eyes had always been that bright? Was his jaw always that sharp? His hair that good regularly when he frowned “why are you staring at me?”. “Nothing” you cried and he paused before shrugging “Are you ready to go?” he asked “the party has already started” offering you his arm. You nodded and took it cautiously following Iroh into the ballroom.

You could see why Iroh had wanted to invite you, everyone in the room was at least 60 years old or some stiff nobel person from an ancient line of fire nation families. All they seemed to want to discuss was old family bloodlines, territories or ancient traditions. After your fifth boring ambush by some old fire nation man Iroh pointedly headed for the gardens. You frowned as he exited discreetly, closing the door behind him, and headed away from the hall. “Iroh I’m pretty sure the party is inside” you commented and Iroh grinned “I know but I can’t take another second in there so humour me? One lap of the gardens then we’ll head back, please? I know you haven’t seen them properly yet so how about a tour?” Iroh holding out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but took his hand happily.

Iroh led you around the gardens explaining the different flora to you and their history. “I spent so many parties hiding in here as a kid” he grinned “this place is so huge they couldn’t find me for hours”. You smiled at the thought “my mother would’ve killed me if I did that”. “Mine did” Iroh chuckled “but I’d honestly rather face her wrath than some boring commander who wants to lecture me about our family’s history and why it’s so important...they’re literally my own family and even I don’t care” Iroh cried making you smile. “I see why you escaped out here so often, I’m very grateful formal parties were not a part of my childhood”. Iroh smiled and went to comment when the smile was wiped from his face and he grabbed you, quickly pushing you behind a large fern. “Iroh what are you...”. “Shhh they’ve come for us” he hissed and you frowned when you heard a voice. “Prince Iroh?” a man you recognised as the palace coordinator called “Are you out here? You’re needed inside”. You smirked and Iroh rolled his eyes “they’re relentless”. “Master Iroh if you’re out there please return to the ballroom, your mother’s orders”. There was silence and then the sound of the butler coming closer. Your eyes widened and Iroh put a hand over your mouth pushing you further into the bushes. “Prince Iroh?” a voice called literally right beside you and Iroh smirked as you grabbed his arm in surprise. You heard a sigh and the sound of the man retreating. When the footsteps died away Iroh dropped his hold on you and you both burst into laughter. “I thought we were going to be caught and then royally punished...literally” you added and Iroh smirked “I wouldn’t let them punish you, it’s not your fault I dragged you out here”. “True but I didn’t try hard to stop you”. “You did encourage me” Iroh nodded thinking “okay it’s all your fault”. You gaped laughing “I never said that! You are such a liar” you cried pushing him and Iroh laughed grabbing your arm “okay okay maybe we share the blame 50:50?”. “No way” you smiled and Iroh paused “60:40?”. “I think 90:10?” you said grinning and Iroh sighed “fine, i’ll take 10% of the blame”. You shook your head at how wonderfully infuriating he was and smiled at him fondly. Iroh grinned back and you realised suddenly how close his face was to yours. Iroh seemed to notice too, he glanced down at your lips and you panicked moving away from him suddenly. There was an awkward tension in the air and you broke it with a cough “so want to show me more of the gardens then?”. Iroh nodded “right this way my lady” the awkwardness gone and led you further into the garden.

When you were safely hidden from the ballroom Iroh stopped walking, explaining this was one of his favourite spots in the whole garden and you gratefully took a break sitting down. “I can’t believe you’ve already been here a month” Iroh commented and you nodded “I know only 2 more to go then my mandatory 3 months work experience is done”. Iroh frowned “mandatory...so you could stay longer if you wanted to?”. “Hypothetically” you agreed and Iroh hesitated “do you think you’d extend it? Hypothetically?”. You paused “I’m not sure, I have enjoyed the fire nation far more than I thought I would but I’ve always wanted to complete my training as quickly as possible, I hope to be chief of police one day and I’ll need many years of service for that...”. Iroh frowned “isn’t the youngest chief like 41?”. You nodded “yeah so i’ve got time I guess, maybe i’ll stay for longer...is this just so you have someone to skirt your royal duties with?”. Iroh laughed “maybe...I like you being here, it’s nice not being the only person under 30 in every room”. You smiled “well i’m glad my presence isn’t displeasing to you...you’ve been pleasant as well” you added blushing and Iroh grinned. “Wait did I make a Beifong blush? That’s like a legendary occurrence, this is amazing!”. “Stop it” you cried but Iroh wouldn’t let you turn away “no, this will go down in history, Beifong blushes are rarer than dragons so I’m soaking up every second”. For the second time that day Iroh stared at you closely and you blushed more under his gaze but this time you didn’t move away. Iroh continued gazing at you before he lightly moved his hand to your cheek “y/n...” he said softly leaning in closer when a figure appeared. “There you are!” a voice cried and you both jumped away from one another. Your jaw dropped when you realised who it was and you dropped into a bow “Firelord Izumi...i’m so sorry I didn’t see you approach”. “Rise child you did nothing wrong” she said warmly “my son on the other hand...” she trailed off glancing at Iroh who paled. “Hey mom” he frowned and she raised an eyebrow “really? That’s all you have to say? No apology or grovelling”. “Erm I’m sorry for ditching?” Iroh offered and Izumi sighed. “Y/n would you please excuse us, I want to have a word with my son”. “Of course” you agreed bowing and you rushed away.

Iroh returned not long after with his mother and told you he had to stay in the ballroom for the rest of the party. You agreed to stay with him and he smiled gratefully at you making you blush and look away rapidly. The night passed and neither you nor Iroh spoke about what happened in the garden. How he’d almost kissed you and how you were going to let him. You couldn’t believe your own recklessness. What good did you think would come out of kissing the prince of the fire nation? You were obviously not an appropriate match and so there was nothing to be encouraged there. You resolved to never find yourself in that situation again and decided to just stay as friends no matter how much you got along or how attractive he was. Getting involved with a fire nation prince was not responsible behaviour. So after that night you made sure to put distance between you and Iroh. You didn’t stop seeing him you just made sure to emphasise it was a friendship. You didn’t let yourself get caught up in him the way you had in the gardens and always kept a level head. Iroh never tried anything or mentioned that night either and you supposed he picked up on your not so subtle hints. You carried on as before but there was definitely an unmentioned barrier between you which you never let fade.

You left the fire nation 2 months later. You didn’t extend your stay as with your feelings for Iroh you didn’t think it would be wise. Iroh saw you off and hugged you tightly before you got onto the airship. “It’s been nice having you around Beifong, I’ll miss you”. Iroh’s words made you hesitate and you hugged him tighter. For that time in Iroh’s arms you imagined what would have happened if you’d kissed him in the gardens that night. Iroh didn’t strike you as someone who flitted from person to person taking what he wanted, you think if he wanted to kiss you he must have felt something for you too and perhaps would have suggested dating. You imagined all the things you’d have done together but as a couple and wondered if you’d made a mistake, maybe you should have just gone for it? But then reality set in. If you really wanted to be chief of police then you couldn’t have short relationships with high ranking members of the fire nation. Other candidates could use it to show you had compromised morals and there was no way it would be a long term relationship due to your lack of fire nation heritage. Sure the fire nation was pretty progressive but that didn’t really apply to royalty. They had thousand-year-old traditions to uphold that couldn’t be broken easily so Iroh was never a long term option for you. Therefore all logical signs said you’d done the correct thing not persuing something with him...so why did it feel so shit? You finally pulled away from Iroh and he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked and you shook your head looking away “nothing i’ll just miss it here...promise you’ll keep in touch?”. “Cross my heart” Iroh smiled “you’re not someone I intend to let slip away, expect a visit every time I come to republic city”. You pushed away the rational voice in your mind telling you to keep a distance from him and smiled “you’ll always be welcome and I’m very much looking forward to it”. Iroh blushed “thank you y/n” and you nodded back, just looking at him in admiration before catching yourself. “I should go...” and Iroh nodded “safe travels” and with a final look you walked away.

2 years later

After your departure you and Iroh stayed in regular contact and your letters only halted when he was deployed by the military but the second we was out he would write and arrange to come visit you in Republic City. You still thought about him and your feelings for him regularly and every time you saw him you knew your crush hadn’t lessened. You loved Iroh’s visits and soon they became the thing you cherished most. You told yourself all of this was fine because you’d never act on your feelings but sometimes you wondered if Iroh felt something too? You’d catch him staring at you or he’d blush if you smiled at him in a certain way. The very idea of Iroh liking you made you very excited but you also knew it would only lead to heartache. He wouldn’t be allowed to settle down with someone outside the fire nation so it didn’t matter if he liked you too. So you settled for his friendship which was more than enough for you. When Iroh was posted in republic city when he became general you were thrilled and you only continued to grow closer.

However republic city wasn’t as peaceful. There had been multiple attacks on the city from Amon’s chi blockers to Vaatu’s take over and you and Iroh were constantly pushed into the fray. Multiple times you’d faced staggering odds and every single time you wondered if you should confess your feelings to Iroh in case the unthinkable happened but every time you chickened out. You and Iroh had been safe every time but there was only so much you could push your luck.

You’d been wary of Kuvira’s take over of the earth kingdom from the very start. Your aunt Su Yin had told you all about her so you weren’t surprised when she set her sights on Republic City but that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified. The avatar and her friends informed you what you were facing and you weren’t sure how you could even think about facing a giant mecha suit with spirit cannons. Iroh shared your sentiment but as general of Republic City’s army he was forced by President Raiko to lead his troops out there. Watching Iroh take to the front line you were swept with the desire once again to be honest with him, to tell him how you felt before it was too late. You decided three was too many times to chance it and so decided to finally tell him how you felt. You made your way to the general’s tent and found Iroh with Korra discussing strategies. You greeted them both warmly before making your way to Iroh’s side “could we please talk? I have something to tell you”. You knew Iroh had a hundred things to do but he nodded warmly squeezing your hand “of course just give me one second to...” when the radio sprang into action. President Raiko had surendering to Kuvira’s demands. Republic City was hers.

The avatar was furious and you matched her sentiment. You and Iroh joined her as she met with other leaders in the city like Tenzin and your mother and they all agreed something had to be done to stop Kuvira. A plan was quickly assembled, it was agreed that airbenders would attack the suit from the sky and earth benders would attack from the ground. You didn’t actually expect to damage the suit, you only had to distract Kuvira long enough for Korra to get inside. You were agreeing fervently getting ready to leave with your cousins when Iroh grabbed your arm. “Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” he asked nervously “that mecha suit is dangerous there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stop it”. I know but it’s my home, I swore to protect it and I won’t break my oath. I have to try and help”. Iroh sighed thinking and you watched him wondering what he’d say. “I understand why you’re doing it and I want to come too”. You paused pleasantly surprised “You do...but I thought President Raiko told you to retreat and surrender?”. “He told me to surrender the army not that I couldn’t personally engage in fighting, i’m not fighting as a general but as plain old Iroh” he announced proudly and you smiled “there’s nothing plain about you even without your titles”. Iroh beamed at you “Does this mean you agree? We can fight this giant together!”. You nodded your head “okay let’s go meet up with the others”.

You and Iroh rushed after the others and found them all suiting up. “Finally” your mother said spotting you but she frowned when she saw Iroh with you “y/n tell me you didn’t bring the general who is also the prince of the fire nation into this”. “She didn’t, I volunteered” Iroh spoke up “I’m not here as a general or as a prince but as a civilian so, where can I help?”. “You know your mother won’t like this” Tenzin commented and Iroh nodded “I know but some things are worth facing her wrath for” he said shooting you a smile and you blushed.

So it was agreed Iroh would stay. Your mother thought it would be best to place him on the roof with the airbenders, she ordered him to shoot lightning at the joints to try and cause some malfunctioning. When you’d all suited up the teams said their goodbyes and Iroh appeared in front of you. You didn’t have long, Kuvira’s giant suit was already in view and the ground shook whenever it took a single step. Iroh stared at you and sighed heavily “Y/n...”. “Don’t say it like that, we don’t have time and we’re both going to be fine okay?” you said faking a smile but Iroh saw right through it. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”. You froze caught off guard and blushed “I...I just wanted to...it doesn’t matter”. The ground jumped and Iroh looked at it nervously before stepping closer to you “I think I can guess what you were going to say”. “You can?” you asked nervously and Iroh smiled “yeah...you had another Beifong blush moment and I’ve noticed you do them around me a lot”. You went bright red and Iroh chuckled “yeah like that...”. You looked down embarrassed but Iroh took your hand gently “don’t, I blush a lot around you too”. You smiled blushing more and Iroh chuckled softly. “Y/n are you ready?” your mom asked and Iroh gripped your hand tightly. “Wait I want to tell you everything before you leave” Iroh cried but you squeezed his hand gently. “It’ll be okay” you smiled “you can tell me everything later and I think I can guess too”. Iroh grinned blushing “later then...just got to get through this”. “We’ll be fine, this is what he trained for” you smiled confidently “I promise I’ll see you on the other side”. Iroh nodded and stared at your lips, he went to move in when your mother called “y/n are you coming or are we leaving you behind”. “I’m coming!” you yelled and stepped away from Iroh “mothers” you commented and he smiled “go, i’ll see you after” and with a last look you both rushed off to your assigned group.

The battle

The fight went about as good as could be expected. The suit swatted the air benders away like flies and your group’s earth, metal and even lava bending barely slowed it down. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the avatar and her team managed to find a way into that thing and your team cheered when you saw she’d done just that. Now the fight was Korra’s so you let your guard down when suddenly the machine began malfunctioning. Your mother yelled for you all to take cover but you were too far away from the building. The suit exploded with a blast and you saw a blinding light and then black.

After the suit exploded everyone assumed the battle won. Half the air benders went after Korra to help her with Kuvira and the other half went to the ground to make sure the others were okay, of course Iroh went with the latter. He saw Bolin, your aunt and cousins but no sign of you or your mother. They told him they were all searching for you and he rushed to join in. With each street he passed his heart began to sink when finally he spotted you! In the arms of your mother unconscious. Iroh ran forward dropping to his knees beside you. “What happened?” he cried and your mother clutched you desperately “that thing exploded and she was too far to get into cover, it hit her sending her flying through the street and now she’s...she’s...”. Iroh saw the blood seeping through your mother’s hands where she held them against you. “No” he said viciously “y/n won’t...she can’t! We need a medic” he yelled loudly before taking off his jacket to wrap around your wound. “Maybe I can cauterise the wound?” he asked “seal it to stop her losing so much blood?”. Lin paused “I think the wounds too big but it’s worth a shot”. Iroh nodded and Lin lifted the bottom of your uniform. Iroh saw a large gash across your stomach and winced. He lit his hand on fire and pressed his hands against the wound. You gasped suddenly and your eyes shot open. “Y/n” your mother and Iroh cried in unison and you blinked trying to make sense of the situation before you groaned in pain. You tensed trying to get away from the burning but your mother held onto you “please y/n just hang on Iroh is trying to cauterise your wound”. “It’s not working” you grimaced resisting the urge to scream “Iroh stop! Please!” you cried and he yelled in frustration moving his hands away from you. “No it has to work if it doesn’t then you’ll.....we need a medic down here” he yelled again but he knew everyone else was spread out and there were no healers in the group. “It’s okay” you said breathing heavily as the situation dawned on you “Iroh it’s alright”. “No it’s not” he cried sinking onto his knees beside you “it’s not y/n, you can’t...you have to fight this, you can’t leave me”. You nodded “trust me i’m trying but Iroh if I do...”. “No y/n don’t even think about it! I won’t let you go it’s not going to happen”. “I don’t think we have a choice” you admitted trying to smile but Iroh just shook his head “but we never got our shot, we never got to talk, I never got to tell you...I love you y/n” he said simply “I have for years, that’s why I never found anyone from the fire nation because the perfect person for me is you. I know there’s traditions and rules but I don’t care, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d give up anything for you and we were finally heading in that direction and now that stupid spirit cannon”. Tears leaked down Iroh’s face and you reached out a hand to him shakily. He took it and you stroked his face “it’s okay, i’m sorry for being too scared and cautious, I’m sorry for wasting our time together but I love you too, I hope that’s enough”. Iroh nodded “It’s more than I ever hoped, you didn’t waste time you have nothing to be sorry for y/n Beifong, do you hear me?”. “I do” you smiled before coughing in pain and your mother clutched you tighter. “Y/n” your mother cried and you smiled up at her “it’s okay mom, don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay”. You clutched her hand against your chest and took Iroh’s other one. “I’m with the two people I love the most, I’m happy. This is the best way for it to...”. “Stop” Iroh said crying but you just gripped his hand tighter “Iroh look at me”. He blinked through the tears but looked at you. “It’s okay, I promise you everything will be okay”. Iroh just said your name softly and rested his head against yours. Your mother wrapped her arms around both of you and you held onto both of them the best you could when you felt the world fading away. You heard sobbing and your mother faintly saying your name until everything turned dark and it was over.

Epilogue

Following your death the fire nation, earth kingdom and republic city all paid their respects in their traditional fashions. A statue was raised by your mother in the spot of your death and every year on the anniversary of your death both her and Iroh would visit it. Iroh and your mother supported one another following your death being the only one’s who understood how monumental the loss of your life was. They managed to get through it together and although neither of them ever stopped loving you they found a way to carry on. Iroh never married, he couldn’t even consider the idea and his family never pushed him to. He still lived a long and happy life. He was very involved with his sister’s children who he loved dearly and his family never stopped supporting him. If he went quiet and got a teary look in his eye or if he struggled serving in the earth kingdom they understood. Your family also treated him like one of their own, with Lin even calling him her son on a few occasions, and he was invited to all your family’s events in recognition of your love for him. Your memory never faded and when Iroh’s life eventually ended he passed on to find you waiting for him. He knew all the suffering and heartache was over, you were finally together at last.

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So initially I was going to write a happy ending as well but then I thought screw it, I want to cry so I killed off the reader...but I can release the happy ending as a part two if anyone wants it.

Edit: For the happy ending version click here

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artemis and apollo

Requested by Anon - Hello! I love your bridgerton sister fics! I totally get if your too busy with requests but I would love a fic where the sister is put in some kind of danger (a guy is harassing her or something) and her big brothers save the day

A/N: this isn’t a part of my 1.5K celebration but I’ll shove it in with them. I throughly enjoyed writing this.

It was terrifying.

Eloise was with her - and complaining about it every other second - but that didn’t change just how terrifying it was.

Everyone was looking at her.

Which, considering she was a Bridgerton and was, apparently, the ‘Diamond’ of that season, was understandable.

It was still terrifying.

“They’re not going to eat you, Y/N,” Colin whispered, a cheeky smile on his face as he leant closer to his sister.

“They might,” Y/N replied, shifting fractionally closer to Colin. She felt safer with her brother’s around (mainly because they intimidated any man who came within five feet of her). “Men could be predators. In fact, I think they are.”

Colin chuckled and grabbed her hand. “Stop panicking. I won’t leave your side, ok?”

“Unless Mother makes you,” Y/N replied, ever the pessimist. “I just... I don’t trust people I’ve never met. Especially men I’ve never met before. It’s a woman thing,” she added, noticing Colin’s slightly blank look. “I trust you and Anthony and Benedict to look out for me but once I’m engaged in a dance with a man, there’s no escape.”

Colin nodded. “Message received - do not leave you alone with strange men and do not let you dance with strangers.”

Y/N elbowed her brother in the stomach and he let out a grunt that turned a few heads. Colin coughed but straightened his waistcoat and cleared his throat.

“I think that was slightly unnecessary,” he muttered.

“I disagree,” Y/N replied haughtily. “I think it was entirely deserved.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh and tried not to let her disappointment at being forced to attend the ball obvious.

“Oh, hello,” Colin whispered into her ear. “Prince Nikolai is coming this way.”

Y/N perked up. Prince Nikolai was a distant nephew of Queen Charlotte and, perhaps, one of the sweetest men she’d ever met. Whilst Y/N and Nikolai had reached an understanding that neither one wanted to marry the other, they were still good friends and often danced with one another at balls to pass the time.

“Miss Bridgerton, Mr Bridgerton,” Nikolai greeted.

Y/N curtsied. “Your Royal Highness,” she said, standing up. “How are you tonight?”

“I’m very well, thank you Miss Bridgerton.” Nikolai looked at Colin. “I was wondering if you I could do you the honour of being your first dance tonight?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Of course, Your Royal Highness.”

Y/N took her arm out of Colin’s and accepted Nikolai’s. She gave her brother a brief, fleeting look as she headed for the dance floor and Colin gave her a reassuring smile in return.

“I do hope you don’t think me to forward, Miss Bridgerton, but I’ve heard some rumours regarding the Earl of Suffolk.”

Y/N closed her eyes momentarily. “Oh, yes. Him.”

The Earl of Suffolk was a presumptuous, prick of a man. He thought himself better than everyone else and assumed he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Y/N, being the diamond of the season, had attracted the Earl’s attention. He’d put himself forward as a potential suitor and had even proposed and whilst a more naive girl than Y/N would be attracted to his title and money, Y/N suspected something wasn’t quite right with the Earl.

All it took was Anthony and her mother to ask around before discovering that the Earl’s ex-wife had died under mysterious circumstances two years previously. They'd only been married a year and it was rumour that his wife was barren.

Anthony had immediately put his foot down and refused the Earl’s proposal. Y/N had been grateful for her big brother but with the Earl still lurking around - and apparently very angry at the Bridgerton's - Y/N dreaded running into him.

“Did I speak out of turn?” Nikolai asked, looking at her in concern as they slowly danced around the room.

“No, no,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “My brother, Anthony, took control of the situation but something tells me that the Earl isn’t going to give up so easily.”

“If there’s anything I can do to assist you, please let me know,” Nikolai said, flashing a smile at her.

The song ended and Y/N smiled at him. He escorted her off the floor but was immediately overwhelmed by the debutantes and their mothers.

The mention of the Earl of Suffolk had put Y/N back on edge. She kept to the side of the room as she tried to make her way to her brothers, keeping her head down and hiding amongst the numerous guests.

She spotted Benedict in the corner with Eloise and turned to go in his direction when she spotted the Earl obviously looking for a Bridgerton. He spotted Benedict and began marching over to him with a furious expression on his face. Not wanting to be caught up in the argument that was sure to follow, Y/N turned on her heel and headed outside onto the terrace.

Outside was significantly cooler than inside. The sun had only just set and the moon was lighting up the terrace in a cool glow. Dotted around the terrace were numerous fire pits that lit up the gardens and provide enough light for an unchaperoned walk around. There were also a few footmen and servants outside including a lone violinist who was playing a soft tune.

Taking a chance - and assuming she would be watched by the few people and servants outside - Y/N descended the stairs to the garden and walked around it.

It didn’t have tall, sprawling hedges, merely short ones dotted with flowers or bunches of holly. There was a beautiful statue of Artemis set in the middle of the rose garden and Y/N found herself staring up at it in admiration.

Y/N and Colin were both big fans of the Greek mythology. Colin, being a man, got to study it in detail at university and upon his arrival home had imparted everything he knew on to his younger sister.

The two had spent hours together reading numerous stories and staring at paintings of the gods and goddesses.

Y/N had found herself relating to Artemis. The goddess of wild animals, the hunt, chastity and childbirth, Artemis had become a symbol of protection to Y/N and she’d tried to model herself on the myth.

“Miss Bridgerton, there you are.”

Y/N froze. She closed her eyes and forced herself to turn around and look at the Earl of Suffolk.

“My Lord,” she said, forcing herself to curtsey to the man. “What can I do for you?”

“I wondered if we might have a word?” The Earl said, stepping closer. “It’s just... your brother -”

“The matter is settled, Your Lordship,” Y/N said, stepping back. “My brother made my wishes, and his, very clear to you.”

The Earl tilted his head. “Do you think yourself... better than me?”

Y/N sighed softly, not wanting to take the bait and incite the man. “I think I should head back to the ball.”

She tried to walk past him but he snatched her wrist and pulled her to a sharp halt.

“Let go of me!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to pull away.

“You will marry me, Miss Bridgerton,” the Earl snarled, pulling her closer. “Because you will have no other choice.”

Y/N felt herself panicking. Panicking so much she wasn’t sure what to do. She tried to wriggle out from his grasp but his grip was tight and painful.

The Earl held her tight against him and Y/N did the only thing she could think of.

She kicked him in-between the legs.

The Earl grunted and immediately let go of her as he fell to his knees.

“Y/N!”

Y/N turned around saw her three brothers running towards her from across the garden. She quickly made distance between herself and the Earl and all but flung herself into Anthony’s arms as he reached her side.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking her in the eye.

Y/N nodded even though her entire body was shaking. “Yes, I am now.”

Anthony nodded and gave her a quick squeeze. He handed her over to Colin as he and Benedict approached the Earl with matching steel cold looks on their faces.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Colin asked, tilting her head up to check she wasn’t injured.

“I’m fine, Colin,” Y/N promised, resting her head on his chest. “A little shaken but still in one piece. He didn’t get far enough to do anything,” she added.

Colin hugged her to him tightly and kissed her head. Y/N turned her head slightly and glanced behind her at the statue of Artemis.

The sound of a fist hitting someone’s face turned her attention back to the Earl and she tried not to look too pleased at the beating his face had taken from her two brothers.

“Come on,” Anthony said, shrugging his coat off and wrapping it around Y/N’s shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

Y/N reached over and grabbed Benedict’s hand as Anthony guided her across the garden and towards the side gate. Her three bodyguards protected her from anyone who was watching and soon they were walking down the front stairs to their carriage.

Benedict helped Y/N in and then sat on her right, Colin on her left. Y/N, who usually nagged her brothers about personal space and forced them to sit opposite her, said nothing. She shifted down in the seat and dropped her head on to Benedict’s shoulder, pulling Anthony’s coat tighter around her shoulders.

Anthony climbed in and sat opposite them with unhidden fury on his face. He glanced at his sister and it all disappeared, replaced by a soft and concerned expression.

Y/N smiled at him and nodded once. She reached out her foot and bumped his leg with her toe, reassuring him a bit more.

Benedict moved fractionally closer to Y/N and she felt herself feeling ever so thankful for her brothers.

Just like Artemis had Apollo, Y/N had Anthony, Benedict and Colin to protect her until her dying day.

#bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton sister #bridgerton!sister #bridgerton!sis #sister!reader #platonic imagine

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HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments.

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son.

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head.

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals.

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal

at first you froze in shock, and megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe.

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around.

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10 DEATHS FOR 10 YEARS [3 of 6]:

HMS Trash Ship sailed for ten whole seconds before hitting an iceberg. Everyone died. This isn’t a whole lot of content relevant to the plot (perhaps just what’s cleared up in the beginning) but I’ve been meaning to write it for a while, and it all ties in to what’s going on so. Fucking deal with it, I guess.

Date: May 10th, 2022. Warnings: No death. Just feelings.

It was only ever meant to be business.

The Frenchman, somewhat ironically, had her ex of all people to thank for that.

Though Laurent would eventually become her biggest advocate within the French ranks, not one of them had trusted her in the beginning; rightfully so, he supposed, when she’d done nothing to deserve it. Aurélie would've agreed to anything Dawar asked of her, though, and whilst he would never understand why the fuck that man had an unmatched influence over two of the most powerful and stubborn women he’d ever met, he also wasn’t in any position to question the head of the organization.

Or her motives.

Laurent had never doubted that hers didn’t necessarily line up with Amir’s desire to protect his former fiancée. Aurélie might’ve been one of the kindest souls he’d ever met, but when it came to Lara, a side of her sprung to life that seemed almost alien in comparison. It was a real, genuine hatred that’d once been because of the nightmares that’d transpired during their transition to Porto Velho. When it became clear the Rutherfords were responsible for bringing the Russians to London, however, something utterly unforgiveable to a family who’d suffered for so long at their hands, the escalation in hostility was immense.

The welcoming party for the Russians had almost spelled Aurélie’s death.

It had taken two people from her that she cared so much about.

Laurent knew that she would blame everybody who’d ever dared associate with the British for it.

Whatever had been discussed by his boss and Boy Forbes was none of his business, but Aurélie had been quick to capitalise on his flirtatious albeit meaningless back-and-forth with the Rutherford heiress. They needed somebody to act as a go-between, though it took some time for them to inform him just why that was. Laurent didn’t really know what he’d expected from somebody as supposedly heartless as Lara, but for her to consider slipping them information about their Russian allies in return for assurances that whilst she and the Rutherford men would not be off limits, her uninvolved siblings would, was not it.

When was a traitor not a traitor?

- - -

“I do not want to talk to you.”

Oh, she’d hated him, well and truly, and didn’t even try to hide the fact. Disdain clung to every word fired his way, and whilst she apparently wasn’t one for obscenities, if he could’ve read her mind, Laurent was sure he’d have found more than a few just for him.

“Well, you’re shit out of luck. I’m the only one she trusts to be in the same room as you without smashing your head into a fucking wall,” he threw back. And that had been a genuine concern, actually... “You realise she agreed to this knowing it'd benefit you and your shitty fucking family? Maybe try some gratitude.”

“Ah, yes. Because she gets nothing in return, obviously.”

“That tends to be how trades work, yeah. Your information about their plans means our guarantee that nobody touches Yvonne, or your weird fucking brothers.”

“And Adriana,” she corrected in a heartbeat, words searing.

“Wait, wait, hang on a second...nobody said anything about me not touching Adriana.”

It’d been meant as a joke, naturally, but the paperweight she’d grabbed off his desk and launched at his head seemed much less funny.

- - -

The arrangement in question had never been common knowledge amongst the French.

The risks were already immeasurable—to the St. Clair family, and the one slipping them the information—and involving anybody who wasn’t absolutely necessary seemed a needless risk.

Laurent could’ve picked anywhere in the city as a sensible meeting place, yet he’d always chosen to drag her to her ex-fiancé’s obnoxious fucking hotel like the petty little bitch he was. Just because he could. Back then, he would’ve taken any opportunity that presented itself to rub salt into her wounds.

How times changed.

Tonight, he was sat alone at his usual table in AU contemplating how best to avoid doing exactly that.

At no point had anything between them run smoothly, but he liked to think that over the years—because fucking hell, it had been years—he’d gotten to know her in a way most others would never get the chance. Understood things about her that went against the general, mostly negative, consensus. But Lara Rutherford was nothing if not complicated, and as much as there was plenty of dark hidden beneath the surface that proved the concerns of others were not entirely misplaced, he’d seen more things worth caring about.

Things that made his choice to stay in London harder than he’d ever expected it would be.

People would say what they wanted about her. Laurent knew she’d learned to care less.

But to him, in spite of all the bad, most tellingly of all, she was the kind of woman willing to make a deal with her very own devil to protect the people she loved.

And that’d resonated with him in ways she’d never understand.

- - -

“Do not brag about this to your friends. I don’t want anybody to know I’m slumming.”

If he’d rolled his eyes any harder, they’d have fallen out of his fucking face.

Given that he hadn’t expected he’d end up fucking her in the very same room she was fucking the entirety of the Russian mob—despite being ready to offer his very best attempts, mind you—it'd taken surprisingly little effort. For all the ways in which her reputation preceded her, that wasn’t one of them.

“That’s very fucking funny, but don’t flatter yourself. They’re already all over me about my shitty taste in women. I’m not about to hand them any more ammunition.”

“Good.”

For a moment, as she finally slipped back into her suit jacket, the room fell silent.

The Rutherford would depart shortly after, but not without confirming: “Same time next week, then?”

- - -

And it had become a regular thing, despite the promises he’d made to both his boss, and himself, about using this to prove to his doubters that he could keep it professional.

Had she ever really expected that, though, or was choosing him a set up from the start?

A twisted way to test the loyalty of a man who had never been anything but?

Laurent glanced over at a line of shots the length of his fucking arm, before picking up yet another. Alcohol always made for the ultimate emotional crutch. If he could walk out of AU of his own volition tonight, he’d consider it a failure, because he’d decided quickly that didn’t want to be able to walk at all. He didn’t want to think about the fact she was probably sat in some dingy fucking hotel bar right now, hopeful and expectant that he’d show up for her, just like he always did. He didn’t want to think about how the last time they’d met, he could see it in her eyes that the upset she held for him was different this time.

That she was hurting.

And that was precisely the problem.

Somebody else had entered their dysfunction, and things were different.

- - -

Something he’d learned over time was that mornings played host to her most vulnerable moments.

It was as if she took a while to get back into her stride; to remember the details of the character that’d become indistinguishable from the person she was to those who didn't know any better. Sometimes, she smiled more. Those were the rare mornings they shared that he liked the most, even if her amusement happened to be at his expense. Mostly, though, it was the opposite. Laurent had never imagined he’d meet another person who did as well to hide how hopelessly sad they were, but she was such a fucking expert, he could have learned a thing or two if he wasn’t trying so damn hard to fix it.

Since the cluster fuck at her fight club, she’d been so different it made his heart ache.

She’d lost something. A part of who she was.

Laurent would’ve done anything to give back what his poor choices had taken from her that night.

“Don’t do that...”

Usually, she would’ve disappeared on him by now. If not from his place entirely, she’d use getting ready as an excuse to cover up the mess Noa had made with enough makeup to feel satisfied.

Not today, though.

This time, she was still half asleep when he woke; blissful, almost, as though she’d forgotten she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. She had his right arm pinned beneath her, same as always, but as he reached up his free hand to attempt to tidy the hair obscuring her from view, she seemed aware enough of what was going on to bury her head between the crook of his neck and his pillow.

“Stop trying to hide.”

“No,” she mumbled, her arm slipping around his torso in a way that made her difficult to pry away again.

Laurent wondered if she still blamed him for what’d happened.

He sure fucking blamed himself.

It’d taken months for her to see him again after she’d been attacked on the balcony, and even then, it’d been in an agonizingly professional capacity. Lara would update him on any information, and then leave him again before he could even figure out how to ask how she was doing. No trading of insults. She barely even looked at him. It’d hollowed him out in a way he hadn’t been anticipating, because he hadn’t expected to miss her at all.

But he did. He did fucking miss her.

Until he’d managed to choke out an apology so sincere, he could hardly believe it was for a Rutherford.

Eventually, Lara put a fractional amount of distance between them again, and he realised then that she was definitely starting to wake up. The scars that covered almost all of her face were still obvious enough that they made her uncomfortable. Her eye, particularly without the contact lens to mask the damage, even more so. But whilst she seemed to think she lacked something for the changes, all he could think about was how glad he was to have her back at all.

When his thumb trailed against a particularly nasty scar beneath her left eye, she’d shifted uncomfortably. Drawing attention to them always set her on the defensive.

Until his lips followed the same path.

And all the fight left her in an instant.

- - -

Laurent often wondered whether he consciously chose to stand in the way of his own happiness.

When Zahira had become more to him than another number to dial for casual sex, he’d been adamant that he was going to end whatever was going on between himself and the Rutherford. Partly because he knew that his new girlfriend was too decent of a person to be subject to that level of disrespect—the kind of person he could have, and should’ve wanted to be happy with—but partly because he couldn’t help but feel as though things with Lara had escalated beyond both their control. It no longer felt like a game. Like fun.

For him, at least, it was getting too serious.

Had they been any other two people in the world, he would’ve been sure enough to embrace the fear in an instant. But they weren’t any two people.

And so Zahira, who he loved in his own way, became an out.

For a while.

The French adored her, and that spoke volumes when they often didn’t care for anybody outside of their own ranks. Perhaps even more surprisingly, she’d taken to them, too. Zahira was smart as whip, and so fucking beautiful, and everything any normal man would’ve considered to be too good for them. Most importantly, though, she was there. And yet still, the more time passed him by, the more his mind wandered instead to a woman who could only ever be a dream, and not his reality.

Until the one right in front of him didn’t feel so much like an out anymore.

- - -

“Diana sent me a picture of the ring. You're so tacky.”

Laurent had wondered how long it would take her to bring up his recent engagement.

“Why the interest? Jealous?”

The woman, who had been slowly pacing the width of his living room, cradling his cat like a literal child, paused only to shoot him a look that very convincingly assured him the answer was no.

“Jasper bought you one, yet?”

Then she smirked.

“Why the interest? Jealous?” She mocked.

Even though her amusement remained clear, his faded.

The admission was blunt enough to catch her off guard: “Yes.”

- - -

There had never once been a dull moment with Lara; of that, he was sure.

A particular favourite was a post-fight club morning. The Rutherford had snatched the cell phone that had awoken her off the bedside table, informed him without missing a beat that it was his other-half, and watched innocently as he’d greeted Oliver Parra of all people with a panicked ‘hey babe.’ The Frenchman had almost yeeted her and the damn phone across the room. Not without telling his best friend that the woman’s laugh in the background belonged to a Brenton fucking hooker, though...

Many of those recollections came to life in his quieter moments—both as reminders to smile, and reminders that he was a terrible fucking person—and back when his life had felt like it was falling apart, just as readily as now, he hadn’t quite learned how to stop thinking about her. Maybe it would’ve been easier to blame the Rutherford’s penchant for manipulation, but Laurent knew it was because he didn’t want to.

Would he have been doing exactly that in the middle of a bar otherwise?

Karma had eventually taken Zahira away from him—a deserved loss, given the way he’d treated her—and just like always, Lara had been there for him to fall back on. But despite the Frenchman’s best attempts to settle back into a routine he still tried to convince himself was meaningless, another person would soon enter the picture and turn his world on its fucking head.

At the time, he hadn’t realised it would be so meaningfully.

‘It is you who keeps putting yourself in that place. It is you who decides that you are not good. It is you who wants to place himself at the bottom of that god damned hole.’

When he’d met with her in the hotel room on the night of the awards, he’d expected everything to unravel before his very eyes; a deserved loss, just like Zahira had been. And yet, Leyla had once again proven herself to be a rare exception it would still take some convincing that he was worthy of. The words had been tough to hear, perhaps because they’d been so honest, but Laurent had carried them around with him ever since. They were food for thought. And it was about time he started fucking thinking of something else.

How many years had he spent sabotaging his attempts at happiness because he didn’t feel he deserved it?

How many women had passed through his life—ones that should’ve stayed—because he’d made the decision that they deserved better, instead of letting them choose for themselves?

Maybe he’d invested so much in Lara because he knew, in the end, none of it would fucking matter.

Meeting Leyla had been an intervention of fate, he supposed. The universe’s way of giving him one last chance, with a woman determined to get through to him in a way few others had made the effort, to choose happiness instead of perpetual misery. To choose someone wonderful, instead of being alone. To choose somebody who made him want to try, instead of sitting back and accepting a fate that was far easier to stomach than the idea of losing somebody else who mattered.

Yet when Lara had asked him to fly out to Launceston, he hadn’t even hesitated to book the flight. The immediate thought had been gratitude that she was no longer upset with him. That she’d moved past the insult of him abandoning their Valentine’s Day date in Monaco to return home to London for somebody else.

And maybe that was what had him realising so much of this was just fucking habit.

Perhaps, one that he was finally ready to break.

Seeing Leyla’s name pop up on his screen—messages for him now, instead of the man he’d pretended to be—Laurent realised that she was the reason why.

‘I’m sorry,’ had been all he offered Lara in his absence.

They were words that weighed heavy for a multitude of reasons. Laurent was sorry that things couldn’t be different, and that they’d never really know what could’ve been if they were. He was sorry that he’d once again relegated a woman far more sensitive that she would admit to second choice. He was sorry that he’d wasted so much of his time tormenting himself with both the things they had been, and would never become. He was sorry that he’d realised too late, too far in, that he hadn’t looked at somebody the way he looked at her since Pénélope...

The only thing he wasn’t sorry for, though?

That it was ending.

If he’d been smarter, Laurent would’ve dropped his phone back into his pocket after that; returned to his shots, got black-out drunk, and remembered only the words he’d sent her, instead of the emotion that had that’d been clawing at his fucking chest as he did it. But when the fuck had he ever been smart?

It took no time to find her. Less to hit dial.

As he waited for her to pick up, the Frenchman pushed away the last of his shots. He was done.

The ringing ended, and the relief was real.

“Hey...” When he realised there wasn’t even a hint of annoyance at the interruption from the woman on the other end, the night’s exasperation seemingly faded in an instant. In spite of the depths his mind had sunk to, for the first time since he’d walked into that bar, he found himself smiling. “I’m sorry, Leyla. I know it’s late. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

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thestarrynightslover · 3 years

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Babe, huh?

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Voight!Reader

Word count: 2,097

Warnings: A little angst (but more in a comical way, I think).

Summary: Jay and the reader have been going out for some time when he spots her happily chatting with Sergeant Platt at the district's front desk. He's happily surprised to see her there, but there's one thing she had been holding back from telling him: who her dad is.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this could have turned out a lot better than it did. But I think it isn't too bad either.

Also, I wanna thank y’all for the amount support that I’ve been getting on my fics! That really means the world to me, guys!! 💕

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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It was an unusually sunny day in Chicago when you left work that noon. You didn’t always go out on your lunch breaks, preferring to just grab something on the machines scattered across the office, but on that Wednesday you’d told your dad that you two would meet for a father-daughter date. And that really was all you were thinking about, as you walked up the steps of the small staircase in front of the 21st District.

“Hey, Trudy!” You greeted the desk sergeant, who had been a friend of your family for as long as you could remember.

“Hi, (y/n/n)! What a surprise to see you here!” She told you, a huge smile on her face. “A nice surprise, for a change!” Platt stated, looking sharply at a younger woman who was standing at the corner of the counter, probably filling out some paperwork.

“Ah, Trudy! You flatter me!” You said innocently, looking at her through your lashes, the face you always used with the trio: Your dad, Trudy, and Al.

“Ha! Always so cute!” The sergeant spoke again, like she was talking to a baby, as the other woman just stared at the scene in shock. “But what are you doing here, anyway? Came to surprise your dad? Because I’m sure he’ll love that!”

“No, it’s not exactly a surprise! We’d previously agreed on a lunch-date for today...” You trailed off.

“Oh! Then that’s why he came back from the raid they just made pacing like a deer in headlights!” Hearing that comment, you couldn’t help but laugh, as you imagined your father acting like that. “Hey, Burgess!” She shouted at the woman near to you. “Are you finishing that already? Because, when you do, you need to go back upstairs and let your sergeant know that his date’s here.” Trudy said simply, winking at you, to which you just responded with a smile.

“Oh, c’mon, sarge! Really? Why can’t you just call or text him?” The woman, Burgess, questioned, poutingly.

“Because I don’t want to? And tell me, again, since when did I start needing to give you a reason to follow my orders, huh, officer? Because I don’t recall getting the memo!” The sergeant barked, practically biting the younger officer’s head off.

“Geez, sarge-” Officer Burgess started answering, as reality finally began to hit her. “Wait,” she breathed out, turning to face you this time, “you’re Voight’s dau-” Burgess stopped in the middle of her sentence, now being cut off by another voice that was very familiar to you.

“Baby?” Shit, you thought. “What are you doing here?” Your boyfriend asked you, with a bright smile on his face.

How could have you possibly forgotten that Jay worked here? At your dad’s district? Of course, you still hoped that they somehow wouldn’t know each other. But you weren’t prepared for that introduction just yet. And it would happen, taking that he wasn’t shy at all about kissing you that passionately right in front of Trudy Platt. One of your dad’s best friends, Trudy Platt. You knew you couldn’t blame him, though. After all, you were the one who kept him in the dark about who your dad was.

“H- hi, Jay.” You managed to mumble whilst catching your breath.

“Hey,” he started, giving you those cute love eyes of his, “I’m surprised to see you here, but not complaining!” He said, raising his hands and smiling at you. “You wanna grab lunch?”

“Uh, I, uh-”

“I’m afraid she’s already taken for lunch, Halstead.” None other than your dad huffed out, from the top of Intelligence’s stairs. Of course, he would have to see that entire scene, and, of course, he would have to know your boyfriend.

Hearing that, Jay turned his head between you and your dad, and, then, looked at Trudy and Burgess, more confused than anything. “Babe?” He decided on asking you about it. To which your dad just gave a side-smile.

“Babe, huh?” He mocked, walking closer to where you were standing. “Something you wanna tell me, honey?”

“I-” You barely started when someone interrupted.

“Please, don’t tell me you’re shacking up with him, (y/n)?!?!?” Trudy cut you off, half-asking, half-begging while you started feeling the heat coming to your cheeks.

"So, (y/n), you gonna explain this? We're all here waiting." Your father told you, no more sense of humor in his features.

"Look, guys… " You started, not really knowing how to move from there. You didn't think you'd have to have the conversations with both your father and your boyfriend at the same time, and in front of Trudy (not to mention the other cops passing by). So you went for the easy way out, maybe it was a bit of a childish choice, but still. "You know what? No, I'm not gonna explain anything to anyone right now," you spoke, making clear that that was meant for all of them, "and, I don’t think that I’m in the mood for lunch anymore, dad." At that, the three cops just kept staring at you, Jay being the first to speak up.

"Uh, dad? (y/n), baby, just tell me what's going on." He pleaded with you, eyes already showing some hurt, which made you feel like the worst person ever. But you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to properly explain anything to anyone at that moment, not in that kind of circumstance anyway, so you decided to get the hell out of there before you buried yourself even deeper.

After you fleed the building, leaving a bunch of stunned police officers behind, Trudy took it upon herself to figure out why on Earth you’d be kissing the stupid Detective Jay Chuckles Halstead: “So, how’s it gonna be, Halstead? Why the hell were you kissing our (y/n/n), hum?” She asked, bluntly, while motioning between herself and Hank.

“Your (y/n/n)?” Jay shot back, completely confused by the whole situation.

“Actually, she’s mine. My daughter.” Voight finally spoke again, fulminating the younger man with his eyes.

“Okay… I think this is my cue to leave." Burgess finally decided to say 𑁋 as she was feeling very awkward 𑁋, sliding off towards the back exit.

“Uh, yeah, um, I’m gonna- I’m gonna go, grab some lunch outside too.” Jay ranted a little, running his hand over the back of his neck and moving towards the exit, right on Kim’s track.

The rest of the day went by tensely at the police district: Jay avoiding both his superiors, as you ducked his calls, and Hank and Trudy sending almost tangible hate waves on his way. It wasn’t like your time at work gone too well either, with the mess you’d made always in the back of your mind.

So 𑁋 after you got back home 𑁋, knowing it was the right, mature, thing to do, you called Jay and, then, your dad, telling them both to come by your place for dinner. Yes, you were about to ambush them. Because you’re a mature person.

“Hey, babe!” You cheerfully greeted your boyfriend, perking up to kiss him, as you opened the apartment door more.

“Hey.” Jay answered coldly while dodging your kiss, at which you frowned in confusion.

“So, um,” you decided to start again, tucking a string of hair behind your ear, “I called you here because I needed to talk to you-”

“Yeah, we definitely need to talk.” He said, cutting you off with a stern look on his face.

At the exact moment you were about to open your mouth to say something, the doorbell rang again and you knew it was your dad. Okay, maybe that whole ambush thing wasn’t a good idea after all. You gave Jay an apologetic look in advance, as you walked back towards the door, only to open it and reveal a, still, very pissed off Hank Voight.

“What’s he doing here?” Your dad barked out, not wasting a second, as he pointed a finger at the man standing behind you.

“You called him too?” This time it was Jay asking. “I thought it was gonna be just the two of us…” He then added quietly.

“Just the two of us! Who the hell do you think you are, huh, Halstead?!”

“Sarge, I’m just trying to-”

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do, you need to get out of here right now so I can talk to my daughter. That’s what you need to do!”

“Enough!” You yelled, finally getting both men’s attention. “Dad, you need to stop talking to Jay like that.”

“But-”

“But, nothing! He is my boyfriend and I love him!” You blurted out, Jay giving you a small smile in response. “So… Now that that’s out of the way… Jay, this is my dad.” You added, motioning for where your father stood by the door. “And, before any of you asks, no, I didn’t know that you two worked together! I thought that maybe you knew each other, but wasn’t ready to make the introductions just yet. And I’m sorry if that caused a, um, situation.”

“Baby… Why didn’t you ever tell me that your father was a cop?”

“I- I just, I was just afraid that’d push you away from me. You know, before we even had a chance.” You admitted shyly.

“Why- why would that push him away from you, (y/n/n)?” That was your dad’s turn to ask.

“Well, I know that you have a reputation, dad. So I figured that maybe he wouldn’t wanna get involved with your daughter of all people. Wouldn’t want the trouble.” You confessed one more time. “Besides, we all saw how, um, fiercely Trudy was willing to “protect me”.” You added, making them both giggle a little.

“Alright, there’s just one more thing that still doesn’t add up.” Your boyfriend started again, still serious but more relaxed this time. “Why isn’t your last name Voight?” He asked, still unsure of what was going on, as you and your dad traded knowing looks with each other.

“Ah, that... After my mom died, I started using her maiden last name. You know, as a way to remember her. It’s been so long now that I actually forget that the Voight’s even there.” You explained. “Sorry, dad.”

“Nah, it’s okay. You know I like the idea.” Hank replied, a soft smile on his lips.

“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Jay said nervously and started scratching the back of his neck, like he always did when he was getting anxious. “Just- just so you know, princess, I wouldn’t have backed out of our relationship, then. And I’m not going to, now, either.” The anger in your father’s eyes relit but you didn’t really care, not when all you wanted to do was jump your handsome detective and not let him out of your apartment until, at least, the next morning.

“Dad,” you began saying, after deciding to go for a more conciliatory version of it, “don’t be like that, okay? I know that you wanna protect me and everything, but I’m happy with Jay. I really am.”

“And I promise I’ll never, ever, do anything to hurt her, sarge. But, if I do, you should definitely hurt me back with all you got.”

“Oh, I will! And I think you’ve been working with me long enough to know that I don’t need your ‘go ahead’, or anyone else’s, for those matters, Halstead.” Your dad cheerfully stated while shooting a typical Hank Voight fake smile in Jay’s direction. “Now, if my daughter says she’s happy with you…” He started, turning to look at you, as if trying to confirm the information.

“Yes! I am!”

“Then… I suppose I could accept this.” You didn’t give him a single chance to second guess, pulling him in for a tight hug while Jay watched the scene smiling.

“Now let's have dinner! That way you guys can finish talking this whole macho tension out and we can all make a plan to appease Trudy." You told them, moving to heat the takeout you’d ordered earlier in your kitchen, Jay coming to help you in tow.

Many other times you, Jay, and your dad met for dinner, lunch, or even breakfast like that. If you and your boyfriend ever went a little overboard on the PDA, the infamous Hank Voight huff would definitely be heard. But, overall, you knew he was happy for you and Jay. Just like you knew that the detective liked hanging out with you and your dad.

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silverhallow · 1 year

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This Means War: part 2

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Mafia AU

Rated: M - Gun Violence, Murder, Gun fights, swearing.

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: You gotta fight for your family, and if you pick a fight with the wrong family then you may not live long to regret it…

Author's Note: Part 2 of the Mafia Au where they never went legitimate…

Written for the Anon Ask for time and @ambitionspassionscoffee who provided the picture

Enjoy

Time.

Time was precious.

Time was sparse.

Time was running out.

Anthony had given Sophie and Benedict the news that they had a lead on their little boy and they’d took off towards the main meeting room, they weren’t waiting for the men to come to them.

It was time for action.

Sophie was not about to sit around idly whilst someone had her little boy. Whoever had taken him had pissed off the protective lioness in her and she was out for blood.

Benedict could see the look in his wife’s eye, it was feral and frantic and it both scared him and turned him on at the same time.

His wife was one of the most powerful women in the country and she was not to be fucked with and those bastards were about to find out what happens when you fuck with the Bridgerton and Penwood Crime families…

She strode into the room, her tears from an hour ago long forgotten and looked every part the Queen ready to take control of the situation. The men in the room all jumped to attention, Sophie saw Emily, the bruises she had, the wounds from her fight back being tended to by Mary and she thanked her for trying to protect her son after she’d broken down in tears for not being able to stop them taking him.

The news that worried Sophie the most was that John and his team had learned that there must be a mole in the family.

there was no one else who would have known that Emily was walking Charlie, that the guards were behind her, outside of the family on that day as they changed the route, the walkers every day.

The guards had been taken out first, both of them shot before they’d attacked Emily so by the time the call was made to John and the backup arrived, Charlie had been taken.

Thomas, one of the guards, had remembered the licence plate of the car that he saw stopping and grabbing Emily and where Charlie was eventually bundled into. Unlike his partner, Steve, who had been killed instantly by the bullet, Thomas’ reaction to his partner being shot meant he’d taken it in the shoulder, rather than the head so he’d been able to witness a lot of what was going on but not able to move and stop what was happening in front of him.

John had run the registration through the databases with the help of Eloise and Edwina but had found that it was registered under a fake name but CCTV in the area had meant they’d been able to track the car through the CCTV network to a warehouse and the car was still there.

“Do we know how many people are in the warehouse?” Benedict asked

“No sir, without doing a scoping mission with thermal radar we won’t know, but I’d make the assumption based on the cars that are there there are at least a dozen if not more…” John said. “Emily had some hair from the attacker and has given a description to Eloise who has gone off to try and find out more so we may be able to find out who he is and who he is working for. Basset reached out to say they don’t know anything but are using their resources to help, something about crossing the line with a child…”

“How do the Basset’s know?” Anthony asked

“Not sure sir but it’s possible they had someone in the area who saw Emily attacked…” John explained. “But as far as I am aware the only people who know that Master Charlie was taken are the Bridgerton and Penwood’s directly and all communications have been blocked, other than to Lady Penwood and Mr Bridgerton’s phones in case of a random call”

Anthony frowned, he knew Simon Basset and the Hastings family well having gone through school with him but as far as he was aware there were no affiliates within the family and whilst Colin and Daphne weren’t home, he knew Colin was in Italy on a job for them and Daphne was with her friends and was coming straight home after getting the news.

“I’m not waiting around for them to harm Charlie, Ben we need to move, John, get Jones’ team ready… Anthony…?” Sophie said turning to her brother in law

“Graves and Humboldt are on their way with their teams, Kate offered to come but she can’t walk…” Anthony said.

Kate was further along in her second pregnancy than Sophie with only a few weeks to go before she was due to give birth whereas Sophie was only 12 weeks along and they’d only just started telling people so Sophie understood “it’s fine, having the three best teams will make me feel better. I want everyone ready and in the prep room in 20 minutes, is that understood?” Sophie ordered.

John nodded as did Anthony and the two men left, “i’m going to change” Sophie said to her husband and left before he realised what she meant to do.

“Soph, you can’t…” Benedict said but his sentence was drowned out by Sophie’s glare from the stairs.

“If you think I am not coming you’ve got another thing coming, they have my baby Ben! MY BABY. I am able to move, I know I am pregnant and I will wear a vest but I am coming and that’s final…” she said in her most commanding voice and Benedict knew it was pointless to argue, he knew she would want to be there and he just figured if he went in first then he could protect her.

“Fair enough but you better wear the vest, I am not losing any of you today” he said as he followed her upstairs to change.

20 minutes later they were in the prep room and Sophie was walking between them giving orders.

“Graves, you’re team will go in at the rear, Humboldt from the right and Jones’ team, along with Ben, Anthony and myself will go in from the front, Eloise and Edwina will be providing us with communication and CCTV, they’re attempting to break into the warehouse security to give us cover, once we have the word that that has been done then we will going in, your orders are simple. I want the person in charge to be kept alive, anyone else kill them, but do not harm my son. Is that clear?”

Everyone nodded “Edi, El, i want regular updates on the drive over, get into that system…”

“Of course Soph, i’ve got the headset linked so we will be in direct contact with you, Ben and Ant all the way through, you will hear everyone and us, and everyone will hear you but only us two can get through to you three” Eloise explained as she walked over and gave Sophie, Ben and Ant a new earpiece.

“Right, everyone out, make sure you’re fully loaded and you’ve got spare bullets, I don’t want anyone caught short” Anthony bellowed.

Mary was on standby with the medics for any injuries, Nicholas and Georgiana Rokesby were nearby should they need more serious care.

Sophie was just hopeful they wouldn’t be needed.

Sophie and Benedict got in their own car, they didn’t want it to be too obvious that there was nearly an army battalion on it’s way, they had the element of surprise. It had only been a few hours and the kidnappers hadn’t been in touch for a random yet which worried Sophie.

She knew from experience you normally get in contact quickly but she had to wonder if Emily fighting back and the back up arriving had scuppered their plans and they had to rethink, but either way they had the element of surprise, they didn’t know they were coming.

Benedict drove them as Sophie was too worked up, he had managed to keep his cool a lot better than Sophie had. Sophie felt like an emotional wreck but for Benedict, he’d been able to detach himself, this was just another job, yes it was his son and he was filled with adrenaline like he’d never known but he knew what he had to do, get his wife and his son safe, everyone else would take care of everyone else.

The car pulled up just outside of the compound of the warehouse and radioed Eloise and Edwina “are we in? Do we have the all clear to go in?”

“We’re just recording a loop to play over the top so they don’t see you coming” Eloise said “two seconds… yeah… yeah… good. Great, you’re good to go. The car and everything is still there, we’ve got the live feed, we can see in, there are about a dozen people there”

“Recognise anyone?” Sophie asked

“No, they’re all just… waiting around for something?”

“Maybe whoever gave the order to take him isn’t there yet, or they’re waiting for instructions” Benedict offered

“Perhaps but now’s our time, everyone in position, no one move until I give the say so”

There was unanimous agreement through the ear piece as Benedict parked the car up and he and Sophie got their guns out, checking them to make sure they were okay. “Ready?” he asked her “you can just stop here if you want… I don’t want you getting hurt”

“Ben, they’ve got our boy, there is no way in hell am I stopping here i’ve got my vest on, I’m getting our son back” she said holding out her gun alongside his, “they picked a fight with the wrong family”

Benedict saw the steely determination in his wife’s eyes and knew there was going to be no talking her down so he nodded “let’s go get our son”

They got out of the car, looked over and saw the other team in positions and Anthony with his team, they got the radio message that the two other teams were in position and with that Sophie gave the all clear.

It was like a tactical operation, all three teams entered at the same time and there was pandemonium inside, the two back teams took out the crew at the back without them even having a chance to get a shot off.

Sophie came in behind her husband, her gun held aloft as the two men nearest to the door looked shocked to see her and went to grab their guns but she and Benedict, in a swift motion killed them both, single shots to the head.

Sophie heard her baby start to scream with all the noise, his wails of Mama, having been able to see her from the doorway nearly had her running over to him immediately but as she looked a man popped up from behind the cot he was in and fired a shot which narrowly missed her, but Benedict got the shot off and took the man out.

One by one the kidnapping crew was taken out, it was clear there was no ringleader, each one of them had no idea what was going on, just waiting around and within minutes every one of them were dead and Sophie ran over to her son and wrapped her arms around him “it’s okay my sweet prince. Mama is here… she’s here… she’s got you…”

Benedict wrapped his arms around his family and hugged them tightly pleased that his son was safe and they sent the crew around to ensure they’d gotten everyone and there was no one left to ambush them so they were alone. Anthony had agreed to wait at the door.

“Well… well… well…” came a voice that Sophie recognised and it made her blood crawl as she moved her son to his side and Benedict took a step in front of his family instinctively as he felt Sophie stiffen in his arms.

He had no idea who this woman was but clearly whoever it was made Sophie uncomfortable

“Look what the cat dragged in” the woman sneered

“I could say the same thing about you Rosa… how the fuck did you get out of jail” Sophie snapped

“Well i’ve got particular talents and they tend to get me out of trouble… and I had revenge to take…”

“Revenge? I did fuck all to you Rosa. you’re delusional”

“You had my mother killed…”

“Your mother put a target on her own back for killing my father and trying to take over the Penwood family… and for killing Edmund Bridgerton and then trying to kill the Basset’s as well”

“That’s your opinion of what happened…”

“No its the fucking truth Rosa but it still doesn’t explain why the fuck you took my son! He’s a fucking innocent child…”

“He’s your brat… you took everything from me when you didn’t stop my mother being killed…”

“Why would i? she’s just lucky I didn’t get to her first, i’d have made sure it hurt more than a fucking single bullet… after all the fucking misery she put me through…”

“You deserved it. You don’t deserve to be happy. You ruined my life!” Rosamund said

“No Rosa, i did nothing. This was my father’s family, this was his, he loved me. Just because he wasn’t married to my mother doesn’t make it any different! Your mother just stopped them being able to marry by taking my mother out!” Sophie yelled back.

Rosa snorted “it doesn’t matter now anyway. I’ve got all three of you here… I can make sure that you lose everything… everything you’ve ever loved…” she said getting her gun out of her pocket and pointing it at Benedict who pointed his own back at her.

Sophie just rolled her eyes “if you wanted to kill us, you’d have done it before now…”

Rosa cocked her gun “want to test that?”

“You never were a good shot Rosa…” Sophie snorted as she got her own gun out, handing Charlie to Benedict, so his face was not looking directly at Rosamund, “and you hesitate too much” and before Rosamund could do anything Sophie had already fired hers.

Her aim was true and she hit Rosamund right between the eyes.

There was a stampede of people running in with their guns held up and looking around as they saw Sophie holstering her gun “the threat is done. It’s over… she can’t hurt us anymore…” she said looking around.

“Edi, can you let Mary know it was Rosa and i’m gonna need to see Posy if she can call her. And we’re gonna need a clean up crew. I want these bodies gone never to be found”

She then turned to her husband and her son, taking Charlie back off her husband and kissed his temple “let's go home little man shall we?”

Charlie giggled and tugged his mama’s hair “‘ome mama”

“Home” Benedict said, wrapping his arms around his wife and son, not sparing a glance to the woman who had tried to take everything from them, she was gone, never to harm them again.

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benophie #sophie beckett #benedict x sophie #benophie mafia au

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 4 years

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval AU

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.

'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: none

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Part 1

Sometimes you found yourself wondering if you were living the life you should be.

You never had the chance to build a relationship with your mother, a relationship you were desperate for the older you grew. During childbirth due to her age and complications, she passed away. And for that reason, your father couldn't stand the sight of you. You were his second child and a girl no less, there was no need for you or the loss of his beloved wife and Queen.

Although your father died when you were just five years old, the most part of you was glad of it. You had hardly any memories of him, but you were certain you were unhappy in his presence.

Your older brother and Crowned Prince of York New, Tony, reassured you daily that your father did love you but you never quite believed him. Even when Tony had been crowned the King of York New, you were unsure he was telling the truth. You knew your brother loved you, unlike your father, it showed in his brown eyes that he did.

"It's just you and I, Little Princess." Tony smiled lovingly and softly at you as he brushed away your fallen tears.

You sniffled, burying your face in his chest. "A-Are... Are you... you, go-going to sen-send me a-away?" You sobbed.

Tony sat back on the cold stone floor of the throne room and pulled you into his lap. "No, Little Princess, no! You're going nowhere, you hear? I need you by my side. You're my Queen." He whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You and me, okay? You and me."

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Years and years of Tony's rein passed by before you knew it, but Tony kept his word. You were by his side. Even when his advisors or council tried to have him send you away, he made it clear that you were going nowhere until you were 21 years old.

Even when he took under his wing a young orphaned boy, Tony made it clear you were staying put.

The kingdom was in chaos. There had been a attack the castle and surrounding villages, but your armies were stronger, powerful, and mighty. You had been locked away in the highest tower to protect you whilst your brother fought bravely alongside his men. They fought day and night, long into the following day.

By the time word was sent for you to be taken down to the throne room, you were fast asleep.

"Princess Y/N," A soft voice whispered as you were shaken awake.

Your small eyes blinked open and looked upon the face of the guard that had been assigned to looking after you. "Happy?" You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Sir Hogan, or Happy as you called the slightly grumpy man, chuckled softly. "Come, Princess, His Majesty as called for you."

"Tony is safe?" You jumped up, running for the door.

You ran as fast as your little eleven years old legs would take you and didn't stop until you reached the large wooden doors of the throne room. The guards opened the door barely in time for you to dash through them.

"Anthony!"

Tony grinned as he bent down and scooped you up in his arms, hugging you close to him as he held the back of your head. "Little Princess, I'm happy to see you."

You giggled pulling back and looking at his scratched and bruised face. "What took you so long?" You pouted.

Chuckles from the King's closest friends and Knights echoed around the room as the man himself placed you back on the floor. "My apologies, My Queen." He bowed to you making you grin. "I have someone for you to meet."

Your brow knitted together, "Oh?... the head of your enemy?"

More laughs echoed as Tony rolled his eyes as he stood. He held his hand out towards Sir James where a little boy about your age stepped out from behind him. "Princess Y/N, I'd like you to meet Peter... We're going to look after him." He smiled.

Your eyes widened a little. "... He's a boy." You pouted.

Tony nodded, "He is."

"You're getting rid of me, aren't you?"

The young boy gasped, shaking his head. "Don't be silly, Princess. Everyone knows you're not allowed to go anywhere."

You scowled at the boy. "I'm never silly..." You folded your arms and looked away.

Sir James rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Definitely your sister." He muttered so only the King could hear.

Tony shot his friend a glare. "Little Princess," Tony knelt in front of you. "This boy's family was... killed. He had no parents already, but his Aunt died tonight. There was no one left to look after him, the village was, practically destroyed... What would you have me do? Send him away? Let him die?"

You let out a sigh, looking back to Peter. "Do you like horses?"

He nodded, "I like swords too."

Your eyes lit up. "What about bow and arrows?"

Peter nodded, "I'm the best." He said triumphantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

You scoffed, "You haven't seen me, yet."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

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As the years rolled on, your friendship and bond with Peter only grew, as did the council's worries. They decided it was time Tony took a wife and gave the kingdom a Queen once more. Another feeble attempt of them trying to have you sent away. 'It's time you had an heir, there's no need to have the Princess here.' And as he always would do, Tony told them no. You were still the rightful heir to the throne whilst he had no Son and Heir.

You loathed this part of the evening, where one man tried to up the other with gifts, all to impress the King and make himself look superior to others.

Tony leaned over the side of his throne and nudged you, "Look happy, it's your... cow statue, birthday gift." He mocked the gift currently being presented to you, just as bored as you were by the process.

You lowered your face towards your lap and bit back your giggle.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Steven of Brook," The court announcer introduced the next person to present their birthday gift to you.

"King Anthony, Queen Virginia," The blond-haired Prince bowed before you.

"Prince Steven," The King and Queen greeted their friend, happy to see him after so long.

"How are you this evening, old friend?" Tony smiled.

Prince Steven smiled in return, "Very well, thank you, Your Majesty. How are you?"

Tony nodded, "About ready for another drink," He breathed out glancing down to his empty cup.

You let out a small snicker trying to keep up your ladylike facade, knowing Queen Virginia or Pepper as she was known to her close family, would scold you for being improper.

Prince Steven turned his gaze to you and bowed again, "Princess, may I say you're looking breathtakingly beautiful tonight," He teased, knowing how flustered you could get.

You smiled through your blush. "You do flatter me, Prince Steven."

He let out a soft chuckle. "May I present to you my gift?"

"You may,"

Prince Steven nodded and turned his attention to the servant waiting patiently. He took a velvet square box from the young boy and approached you. "Happy Birthday, Princess." He smiled softly at you as he handed you a box and took your hand in his and bowed to you. "I hope you find it as beautiful as I do. My only fear is, your beauty will outshine and render it ugly." He pressed his lips against your knuckles and made you blush once more.

"You're engaged, remember, Prince Steven," Tony teased, glancing over to the brunette woman who was watching the interaction like a hawk.

"Anthony," Queen Virginia scolded your brother from his other side, putting a smile on your face.

"Please ignore my brother, Your Highness... Fool," You hissed playfully at the King beside you, making him chuckle.

Prince Steven stepped back with his hands up to show no hard feelings. "I know what His Majesty can be like, Princess." He chuckled softly, "Please, open your gift, and ignore his Royal Majesty the fool." Prince Steven grinned mischievously.

Tony scoffed dramatically, making you giggle before you opened the velvet box carefully and immediately gasped, "Oh, my," You ran your fingers over the beautiful necklace that laid inside.

"Prince Steven, this is most beautiful." You smiled, memories of your first time in Brook rushing back to you.

Prince Steven let out an audible sigh of relief. "Is it the same colour? As the sea in Brook."

You nodded, looking up to meet his waiting gaze. "...Yes. Thank you,"

Prince Steven smiled, "You're welcome, Princess. I'll allow you to get back to your other guests." He bowed again, "Happy 16th Birthday, Princess," He whispered before he left to be by his fiance's side.

The guests continued to present their gifts to you and the King, and although they were all unique and beautiful in their own way none were as beautiful and meaningful as Prince Steven's.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Brock of Lower East,"

Your blood ran cold and the great hall fell silent at the mention of that man's name. The dark-haired Prince smirked as he approached you, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Your Majesties," He bowed (if that's what you could call it) to your King and turned his attention to you. "How beautiful you look tonight, Princess Y/N."

You held your head high keeping your gaze fixed ahead of you. "Thank you,"

Prince Brock turned his attention to Tony, "I do hope you've taken my request into consideration, Your Majesty."

Tony's brow knitted together. "There's no need, Prince Brock. My sister is not of age yet and, I'm sorry to say this but you are not who I intend for her to marry."

You gasped loudly drawing the attention of those closest to you, turning in your throne to gape at your brother. "Tony, please-"

He held his hand up to silence you, "Present your gift to the Princess, and we'll discuss no more of this business."

"Very well." Prince Brock nodded with a tightly set jaw as he clicked his fingers at the servant. He snatched the much smaller box from the shaking boy's hands. "It seems somewhat pointless now." He stepped forwards and placed the box in your hands, letting his fingers graze yours. "But, I will buy you a thousand and more if it means you becoming my wife."

"I said, enough!" Tony slammed his fist against the armrest of his throne, it echoed around the silent hall.

"Please, my love," Queen Virginia placed a comforting hand on her husband's arm to calm him.

You scowled down at the box, opening it to find a hideous engagement ring. "I can not accept this-"

"You must. It is your birthday gift... nothing more, thanks to your King."

"Thank you, Prince Brock," You thanked him before Tony could speak, sensing he would most likely order his head to be off or something to that effect. You sighed as you closed the box up, handing it back to the servant. You smiled kindly at him and thanked him.

Prince Brock eyed you before glancing over to where Prince Steven was stood with his fiance and his trusted best friend and Knight, Sir James Barnes. "You know, it's almost unfortunate, you being here tonight."

"I'm afraid I don't follow, Prince Brock. How can my 16th birthday celebrations be unfortunate?" You scowled at the man.

"Well... on one hand, we are graced with your ever-growing beauty and charm, but if it was not for the unfortunate death of your father and King, brought on by those... we shall not mention, you would not be sat where you are." He smirked triumphantly as you visibly paled at the mention of your father.

You felt Tony shift beside you and out the corner of your eye, you saw Sir James begin to disappear away from prying eyes. Anger boiled up inside you, "HOLD YOUR TONGUE!" You shouted and raised to your feet before Tony could stop you. Silence fell over the court as you glared daggers at the prince before you. "How dare you, speak of my father? How dare you show my family and I disrespect, in our own Castle, our own Kingdom.

"The past is the past, Prince Brock, and we do not judge others today by the actions and misunderstandings of others then," You turned and moved over to the servant snatching the Prince's gift back. "If you can not show my family and I the respect we deserve and can only continue to spit evil among our celebrations then I must ask you to leave, Prince Brock, and take your unwanted gift back." You heavily dropped it into his hand.

Silence resumed throughout the great hall as King Anthony stood from his throne and stood behind you. "You heard the Princess, Prince Brock. Leave." He nodded his head towards nearby guards. "Please escort Prince Brock out of the Castle and our Kingdom." Tony placed his hand on your shoulder as the Prince was removed.

"You'll regret this, Stark!"

Once Prince Brock had been removed, you moved over to where Sir James Barnes was stood with Prince Steven and his fiance, hoping the celebrations could continue.

"Sir James, would you care to dance?" You smiled kindly up at him.

Sir James began to blush and glanced to Prince Steven who was being tugged closer by his fiance. "Shouldn't you be asking one of the princes to dance, Your Highness?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that, Sir James. But for now, I would like to dance with a kind man, I hope will be a good friend of mine one day." You smiled.

Sir James began to grin before he nudged Prince Steven's side. "Tough luck, Princey." He jabbed at the blond prince making you smile.

Prince Steven chuckled, "Have fun, Bucky." Prince Steven smiled warmly at you with a nod. "Princess,"

You nodded, "Prince Steven," You looked to his fiance with a faux smile, "Princess Margret."

Sir James lead you into the middle of the crowd as the music began to play, and slowly the two of you began to move together.

The two of you danced in comfortable silence until Sir James cleared his throat, "I must thank you for your kind and brave words, Your Highness." Sir James whispered.

"They were the truth, Sir James."

He nodded, "Still. I know what my father did all those years ago, isn't the easiest thing to forgive."

You shook your head. "But it doesn't reflect the person you are." You smiled up at him. "You're a good man, Sir James... a far better man than Prince Brock." You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before excusing yourself and left through the french windows with Peter.

"Buck?" Prince Steven approached the brunet knight. "Everything okay?"

Sir James nodded and turned to face his best friend and Prince of Brook. "More than, Your Highness."

"You seem to be getting on very well with the Princess, James." Princess Margret spoke from beside her fiance with a hidden look.

Sir James nodded, "She's a very kind young princess, Your Highness."

Prince Steven nodded, "That she is, Bucky." He smiled as he turned to watch you walk out of sight into the gardens.

#steve rogers #king steve rogers #Medieval au #King Steve Rogers x Princess reader #Knight Bucky Barnes #Knight Sam Wilson #King Tony Stark #Medieval avengers

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viking-raider · 3 years

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Hoist the Colours - Part I

Summary: Your father is given a governorship of a Caribbean island and you accompany him on the voyage, a new start, for the both of you. But, it doesn’t go as either of you planned, or well.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8,841

Warning: Pirate!Henry, Fluff, Angst, Mention of death, Violence, Language, Kidnapping, Ransom

Inspiration: It’s Henry and Pirates! I got the idea after watching Pirates of the Caribbean one day!

Author’s Note: I wanted to post something new to treat the fandom. As always, thank you to the lovely @wondersofdreaming for helping me along with my stories.

The room creaked and groaned, swaying back and forth at a quick and nauseating pace, the booms and cracks coming from outside the door were muffled by the thick wood. He pushed you into the corner, panting, sweating and bleeding heavily.

“Henry.” You whimpered, trembling with fright and adrenaline.

“Sshh, it's all right.” He wheezed, breathing labored and sat down on the bed that was in the corner. “Here, look at me, my love.” He said, forcing a smile as he cupped your cheek in his shaking hand, leaving a bloody print with it. “We'll be all right, my sweet. The men are strong and capable, they'll rid the ship of these mongrels.”

“It doesn't seem like it.” You fretted, biting your lip and glancing at the barred door as something very heavy struck it.

Henry chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, you could taste the blood from the split on his bottom lip. “We've encountered worse on these seas, I assure you.” He groaned softly. “But, I must tell you, of all the treasures and gold I have plundered in my lifetime as a Pirate, you are the greatest of them all.”

3rd August 1686

It was a sunny morning in London, the sea air sweeping over the city, keeping it cool as Londoners and it's other residents went about their daily business. You stood on the balcony of your parents' home, taking deep breaths of the sea air and could hear your maid bustling about your room, packing your things for the voyage you and your father would be taking the next day. Your father, Thomas, had been appointed Governor of the newly colonized Lockemirth Island in the Caribbean, and you were to accompany him, with no other prospects for staying in London, and after the death of your mother the year before, he felt the both of you needed a fresh start in the world, and the governorship was that opportunity.

“Miss?” Your maid called, appearing in the balcony doorway.

You turned towards her, lifting a brow. “Yes, Jane?”

“Everything you've asked me to pack has been so.” She informed you, bundling the sides of her skirts and bowing softly to you.

“Thank you, Jane.” You smiled softly at her, saddened that you would be leaving the place that had been home all your life, away from your friends and all the seasonal events that kept London busy.

You doubted there would be such high society events like London's, on a teeny island in the Caribbean, expecting and loathing the boredom and loneliness that would no doubt fill your days there. Sighing and softly closing your eyes for a moment, you stepped back into the house as sweaty movers appeared in your room to collect the crates of the things you would be taking with you on the voyage, and taking them downstairs to the foyer, to later be moved to the storage haul of the HMS Kilmartin.

“Ma'am.” One of the movers tipped the brim of his sweat stained and worn flat hat, as he and the other mover muscled the heavy wooden crate out the double doors of your room.

“Sir.” You nodded your head politely to him, then they were gone, grunting and groaning down the spiral staircase. “I shall miss this place, Jane.” You sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed and stared out the window. “I heard the island region is prone to hurricanes, that kick up tremendous winds and rain, capable of flattening everything in its wake.”

“Gracious.” Jane gasped, sweeping the dry packing straw that had fallen to the floor, while things were being packed into the crates. “Sounds frightening.”

“It does.” You agreed with her, a knot of fear in your stomach at the thought of being caught in such a storm.

What would you and your father do, if such a storm hit the island whilst you were there? Even worse, what if one happened, while you were still sailing to the island? It would undoubtedly cause the ship to sink, taking you, your father and everyone aboard down with it!

“And the pirates, Miss.” Jane added, after a moment of silence.

“No pirate is stupid enough to attack a ship of His Royal Highness, King James II.” You huffed, rolling your eyes at her. “It would be a grave mistake on their part, the King doesn't suffer pirates, nor does my father for that matter. It's part of the reason he was appointed Governor of the island, to prevent pirates from getting their greedy and filthy hands on it.”

“Like they did with Nassau.”

“Of course.” Jane nodded, shyly.

You sighed again, but deep down you were concerned about the pirates, your father had mentioned only the night before that one of the royal ships had been attacked and boarded by pirates on their way to Port Royal. They had taken most of the cargo and killed several of the crew members, before finally returning to their own ship and vanishing on the horizon. You tried to soothe your own fears by repeating the same you told Jane inside your mind, that no pirate would attack a royal ship. But, it barely eased that fear and anxiety.

If anything, it made it worse.

The next day, Jane woke you earlier than usual and helped you dress, before you went downstairs for one more breakfast in the house. Your father was already sitting at the table, a steaming cup in front of him and the daily newspaper in his hand. He set it down as you entered the room, standing to greet you with a smile and gently kiss your cheek, before you took your seat at the table and Jane laid out your breakfast before you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her, picking up a fork.

“Are you ready for our voyage, my dear?” Your father asked, sipping his tea and regarding you over its rim.

“As I can be, father.” You replied, picking up your own cup of tea. “How long will it take?”

“With good weather and wind, hopefully no longer than seven weeks.” He informed you, setting his cup down on its little saucer. “With terrible weather, it could be as long as three months.”

“Let's hope it is the former, instead of the latter, then, shall we?” You smiled over at him, nervously.

“Don't worry about the journey, my sweet petal.” He said, smiling at you in a way parents did, when they were trying to be reassuring, while also hiding their own fears and worry.

“All will be well.”

You didn't argue with him.

Besides, your father had far more sailing experience than you did. He had once been a member of His Royal Majesty's, King Charles I's Royal Navy, reaching the rank of Captain, before meeting your mother, retiring and trying his hand in politics, quite successfully, at that. You on the other hand, had never been on a boat, unless you counted the little rowboat James Turner took you in to cross a small river to a picnic spot he had set up for you, during last year's social season, with Jane as chaperon. You had wondered then, as he half struggled to row the vessel, why you were doing so, when there was a small, and perfectly useful, foot bridge not ten meters away from the small dock he had pushed off from.

But, just like now, you didn't argue or question it, he wanted to be romantic, and your father was trying to be protective and reassuring.

Your father took his pocket watch out, the highly polished gold cover popping open, its soft ticks reached you as he frowned down at it, then snapped it shut again and tucked it back into his pocket. Heaving a sigh, he downed the rest of his cooled tea, neatly folded his half read newspaper and rested back against his chair, quietly regarding you across the table, while you finished your breakfast.

“Edward, have the carriage readied, we must leave in no more than twenty minutes.” He called out to his servant, before rising to his feet.

He bowed politely to you and left the room, you knew where he was going, to your mother's rooms. Your father had shut up her rooms the day of her funeral, not wanting a single item inside to be disturbed out of the places she had put them in. She had been sick for some time, but in the last month of her life, she had gotten far worse. Your father employed every respectable doctor London had, even the physician the King himself used. But, all of them had a different diagnosis and treatment for what supposedly ailed her, and none of them worked, most of them only made her worse. So, she wasted away until there was nothing left of her, but skin and bones, and she passed away. Your father was understandably distraught and brokenhearted by her death, only mechanically doing his obligations, always standing, motionless, in her dark and tomb-like rooms, as if he stood there long enough, time would rewind and bring her back to him.

There was no doubt in your mind, that's where he was going, to say one last good-bye to her, before you both set sail for Lockemirth, for what would likely be several years, if not forever. You had already sneaked into her room, during the night, taking a ruby necklace that she loved to wear, as a token to remember her by and to feel as if, in a way, she was accompanying you both on the journey.

“Are you ready, my dear?” His voice asked as he descended the staircase to join you in the foyer, lifting a graying brow at you.

“As I can be, Father.” You replied, stomach clenching inside your corset.

He smiled at you, fingertips gently brushing your cheek, while Edward opened the front doors. “Into a brave new world, my loving daughter.” He said, looping his arm with yours and escorted you out into the rising morning sun, the family carriage already waiting for you both, door open and horses patiently standing at attention.

Your father helped you inside the carriage, then followed after you, rapping his knuckles on the door to signal the driver to move forward. Both of you watched as the beloved house slowly disappeared from view, soon falling away to the wharves of London harbor. The sea air was even stronger on the wharves, mixed with the strong scents of seaweed, fish, the unwashed bodies of sailors long at sea and hot tar. The HMS Kilmartin was easy enough to spot on the wharves, its masts standing tall amongst the others, rocking in the gentle swell of the waves coming off the ocean, it glittered in the rays of the new day, showing off its blue, white and gold paint job, it was immaculate. It gave you a great measure of relief to see it, it seemed infinitely more steady and reliable than the other ships in the harbor.

“Shall we find out if you have sea legs like your dear father?” He teased you, as you approached the gangplank leading up onto the deck.

You tried to give him an amused smile, before following him up the swaying plank, but you weren't truly amused at the prospect of finding out if you were prone to seasickness or not. You dearly hoped you wouldn't be though, all you needed was this voyage to be even longer and more miserable then it already would be without you losing your stomach with every movement of the ship.

Stepping onto the deck, you clutched your father's arm tighter and planted your feet against the unaccustomed sway. Your father chuckled and helped you steady yourself, standing there for several long minutes to allow you to acclimate, then started forward again, slowly, baby step by baby step. A pair of doors swung open and a man appeared out of them, dressed completely in Royal Navy attire, giving away his station as the Captain of the ship.

“Sir Thomas.” The Captain smiled at your father, striding over to you both with the confidence of a man walking on land, instead of on the swaying deck of a ship. “This must be your lovely daughter.” He smiled at you next, sweeping off his hat and bowing to you.

“Indeed, sir.” Your father smiled, looking at you with all and more pride. “My dear, this is Captain Davis.”

“My lady.” Captain Davis greeted you, taking your offered hand and kissing it. “It is a pleasure to have you aboard my ship.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain Davis.” You replied, feeling a warmth creep into your cheeks.

Captain Davis's smile broadened at your words, before letting your hand go and looking back to your father. “We have your cabins ready for you, sir. The things you've asked to be taken into them are already there, awaiting you both.” He explained to your father.

“So, shall I show you to your cabins?”

“Please, lead the way, Captain.” Your father nodded and gripped your hand tighter, following Davis into a dim passageway and down a small set of stairs, to the second level of the ship.

“Sir Thomas, your cabin is here.” Captain Davis said, leading the way down a narrow hallway and motioned to a door on the left. “My lady, your cabin is just through there.” He pointed to a door across from your father's. “I do hope the both of you find comfort in them. If you are in need of anything, please inform myself or my Chief Mate, Mr. Gray.” He instructed the both of you.

You and your father thanked him and entered your respective cabins. Your cabin was narrow in length and just wide enough that your fingertips, with your arms stretched out from your sides, barely touched the walls, it reminded you of your closet at home. Sighing, you approached the bed to one side, it was built into the side of the ship, for obvious reasons, with a feather mattress laid into that, and a lip, to keep the bed's occupant from being either rolled out or tossed out with the ship's movement, no matter its speed and the type of waves it was sailing through. There was a porthole across from the bed, where you could only see the side of a ship that was docked beside the Kilmartin.

At the other side of your room was a heavy and deep chest, a chest full of your things, clothing to change into, toiletries and some other home comforts to keep you company, like a book or two. Sighing, you sat down on the bed and stared out the porthole, to what teeny strip of blue and cloudy sky you could see at the top of it.

“I already miss home.” You frowned, chewing on your lip.

It was three weeks into the voyage to Lockemirth Island from London, and you had, more or less, gotten your sea legs; as your father put it. You had only spent the first day and a half hanging over the railing of the main deck, spilling any substance you put in your body, that wasn't already there to start with. All things considered though, you found yourself rather enjoying the life on board the ship, watching the crew go about their duties, pulling and tying ropes as thick as your arms, climbing the rigging like monkeys in trees; you marveled at their ease of doing it without falling or getting tangled up. You would join your father every evening or morning for a row around the main deck, keeping each other company and sane on the long journey.

But, on the second day of the fourth week, as you woke and dressed that morning, something felt different, off to the normal air and movement of the ship. Frowning, you made your way to the top side and heard all the noise and ruckus that was going on. You had grown used to all the noise that came with the ship, but there was more of it, frantically yelled orders and every crew member was in a manic rush to and fro, carrying this and dragging that, not even looking or uttering their usual greetings to you.

It frightened the wits out of you.

You quickly found your father in Captain Davis's quarters, both frantic as the crew, but also angry. Angry at each other, something else or both, you couldn't tell, but you knew the look of fear on your father's face, you had seen it only in times of great peril and strife.

“Papa, what's the matter?” You asked, moving forward to rest your hand on his arm, trying to give him some type of reassurance.

He started, feeling your warm touch on his arm, his billowing sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “My petal.” He gasped, blinking as if it was the first time he had ever set eyes on you. “You should go back down to your cabin, Petal. It's not quite safe for you, just now.”

You frowned at him, increasingly concerned. “Why?” You asked, blinking at him and glancing down at the map on the Captain's vast desk.

“My--” He paused and let out a harsh breath through his nose, a clear sign he's annoyed and at a stalemate for what to do and say. “It's nothing to be concerned with, my Petal. The dear Captain believes he saw an...unfriendly...ship on the horizon this morning.”

“Is it a pirate ship?” You let out in a rush, eyes wide with alarm.

“Of course not, Petal.” Your father chuckled, shaking his head at you. “It was flying the colors of a French flag.”

“It's easy enough for a pirate to fly a false flag in place of their own, until they get close enough to fly it, and at that point, it would be too late for us to escape their guns or their attempt to board us.” A man standing on the other side of the desk said, pessimistically.

“Mr. Gray!” Your father roared, slamming his fist down on the desk and causing several small, lead figurines to jump and fall over. “I would request you holding your tongue with such talk in front of my daughter.” He growled, dangerously.

“Bad luck to have a woman aboard, as is.” Mr. Gray continued, ignoring your father and glaring at you with unmasked distaste.

“It seems the only bad luck on this ship, Mr. Gray,” You hissed back, jaw stiff. “is your attitude.”

Your father repressed a snort of proud laughter into his fist, covering it up with a clearing of his throat. “Be it as it may, Mr. Gray. My daughter is on this ship, and if there were anything of luck to be had, it would be with her.” He told the First Mate, but smiled adoringly at you. “You have nothing to fret over, my Petal. All will be well. That French ship was most likely just sailing back to her home port with merchant goods.”

He took your hand from his forearm and escorted you to the open door of the Captain's quarters. “Didn't you start that lovely needle point work, just yesterday?” He inquired, stepping out of the quarters with you and closing the door behind him. “I simply can not wait for you to finish and show it to me, my dearest.” He told you, sounding most interested and desperate to see the finished product.

“I did.” You nodded, still uneasy about the information you received.

“Then, go back down to your cabin and work on finishing it.” He brought you to the doorway of the passage that led down to your cabins. “I'll be down shortly and we'll take our customary round about the deck. How does that sound?” He asked, grinning at you sweetly, too sweetly.

“Of course, Father.” You acquiesced with a soft sigh, you could tell he was overwhelmed with worry and frustration and didn't wish to add to it, so you conceded, bowing your head obediently to him.

“That's a dear girl.” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead, then returned to the Captain's quarters. “So, who do we think it was?” He asked, leaning against the desk and surveying the map, the knocked over figurines having been put back in their places.

“This time of the year?” Mr. Gray replied, stroking his smooth chin. “It could be anybody. Actual French, the Spanish, but more than likely, pirates.”

“Oh, come off it, Richard.” Captain Davis huffed, mopping his sweaty face with his handkerchief.

“I'm serious, Godfrey.” Gray huffed back at him, angered that his word wasn't being trusted. “It's hurricane season in the Caribbean, the Spanish and French, unless on official business wouldn't be sailing out here. We only are because we must get the new Governor and his daughter, to Lockemirth, or we too would be anchored in London Harbor. The only people crazy enough to sail in these waters are those and pirates, that know other ships will be anchored in harbors, or trying to reach harbor before a storm brews in, so they could take advantage of their desperation.”

“It was sailing clear in the other direction, Richard.” Davis answered, shaking his head at his First Mate's paranoia. “That was at first light this morning. If it was a pirate seeking advantage, we would have seen the change of course and reappear in our wake.”

“That was four hours ago.” Thomas replied, pressing his lips together. “They wouldn't have been able to stay in our wake and out of our sight for that long, in fear of losing us.” He explained, trying to be rational with the two of them.

“Sir Thomas is correct, Richard.” Davis agreed, dropping into the chair behind his desk. “They would have been re-spotted in some capacity. They have not been, so it can only be a French ship returning to her port, most likely a head of any storms that might form.” He said, pressing his fingertips to his thumping and sweaty temples. “I have Mr. Michaels on watch duty, he'll tell us if another, or the same ship, is spotted in our wake. So, until then, gentlemen, I recommend not wasting your energy and strength of fretting about it.”

Looking at each other, Sir Thomas and Mr. Gray nodded their heads at the Captain and excused themselves from his quarters, returning to their usual morning places. Your father came down to your cabin and after answering several of your worried questions, the pair of you went up onto the deck and started doing your rounds about it, the crew was in less of rush and panic, now that Mr. Gray had given them orders to ease their distress, greeting you and your father as you passed by them.

The two of you were having lunch together with Captain Davis, when Mr. Gray came barreling into the room, out of breath and only making the smallest apologies for barging in without knocking or ceremony. Captain Davis wiped his mouth and dropped his silk napkin beside his plate with a deep air of irritation, then pushed his chair back and stood.

“What is this about, Mr. Gray?” He demanded, rounding the table to stand face to face with him.

“The ship, sir.” Mr. Gray wheezed, gulping thickly and trying to regain himself. “The French ship has been spotted again, six leagues behind us, Sir.” He informed his Captain, taking a deep gulp of air into his burning lungs.

Captain Davis's head snapped over his shoulder to your father, who was instantly to his feet and going out the door with Davis and Gray. You looked out the large bay window behind the Captain's chair to the endless and sparkling track of ocean and sky, but saw nothing in it, but choppy waves. Jumping to your feet, you rushed out of the room, catching your father's coat tails as he ran up the staircase leading to the upper deck, where the helm was stationed. Captain Davis snatched a folded spy glass from the helmsman, extending it to full length and spied out over the ocean, where Gray was pointing his finger, supposedly where he had seen the ship in question, not moments before.

You watched Davis's stiff shoulders slowly melt, making your anxiety spike, knowing if there was nothing of alarm to be seen, his shoulders would have stayed stiff, but they relaxed, like he was in agreement that there was something trailing behind the ship, and it was nothing good. You looked up as your father looked back at you and saw the same language of Davis's body, in his face.

“There's still no evidence the ship is sailed by pirates.” Davis said, handing his spy glass to your father. “There could be any number of reasons for her to turn back.”

“Why are you acting as if nothing is possibly afoul?” Gray asked, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold his temper with his commanding officer.

Captain Davis did not reply, his unfocused eyes stared off in the direction of the quickly growing black spot, you could now see, on the bright horizon, chewing on his lip as he tried to come up with something to do, some action to take against not only the possibility of the ship being indeed French and either in need of their help or sought to harm them, or if it was a pirate ship sailing under a fake French flag for evil pretenses, such as boarding, plundering and scuttling them.

“Captain!” Gray roared in his face, patience lost. “Orders!”

Davis snapped out of it and his face turned into an expression of hardened steel. “Let out the sails, catch as much of the wind as we can, try to get ahead of them as much as possible, but run out the guns in case we can not!” He snapped, then pushed aside the helmsman manning the ship's wheel.

Gray rushed to the railing overlooking the main deck and shouted the orders down to the crew, who paused for a moment, looking at each other as alarm and the urgency of it set in, then started running around to fulfill the orders. You stood frozen in place, you weren't part of the crew, those orders meant nothing to you in the slightest. So, you knew not what to do with yourself, other than stand there and watch that black spot steadily take the shape of a ship, and a mighty looking ship it was, even at such a distance, you shuddered to think what it would look like even closer still.

Your father clapped shut the spyglass and turned towards you, he looked ashen as your eyes met, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down his own anxiety and fears, getting a handle on his resolve like a hand snapping closed around something valuable. He blindly held the closed spyglass out to the helmsman, who took it, and strode over to you with deep purpose, catching your elbow in his hand and turning you down the stairs.

“Sir Thomas!” Captain Davis yelled out, catching your father's attention. “Take her into my quarters, she should be safe there!” He said and the two men nodded heads at each other and your father helped you down the stairs and into the Captain's quarters.

“Papa?” You huffed as he escorted you inside, then turned on his boot heels and started out again, without a word to you. “Father!” You snapped, annoyed with him, and truly frightened.

“My Petal, fret not! All will settle down.” He told you, stopping in the doorway. “Once we out run that ship.”

“And if we do not?” You asked, brows lifting at him.

“We will.” He replied, sounding as if he was trying to convince both of you of that fact, before going out, closing and locking the quarters behind him.

Huffing and shaking your head at the door, you paced the room, trying to calm your nerves. Your father never lied to you, so if he said the Kilmartin would outrun the ship, then that's what it would do, and when it did that, it would no longer matter if the ship had good or ill deeds as its intentions against your ship, they would be lost behind and likely give up the chase. Sighing, you sat down on a padded bench under the long window at the back of the ship, staring at the ship that grew closer still.

Within the hour, the ship was considerably closer to the Kilmartin, so close, you could see the little dots of crewmen scurrying about the rigging. It did nothing to ease your anxiety and fear, if anything it made it worse, and knew your father had to be feeling the same way. With another hour or two, the ship would no doubt be alongside yours, then the real trouble and anxiety would set in.

What would they do?

What did they want?

All questions that kept circling your mind as you watched the gap between the two ships narrow more and more as time passed.

You hadn't realized you had dozed off, lulled by the rock of the ship, until you heard a loud boom and a splash of water, making you jerk and gasp. Your eyes snapped out the window and a strong dizzy spell made the room spin a full three hundred and sixty degrees, before steadying on the sight of the ship that had been chasing the HMS Kilmartin for the last several hours, you could see the bow of the ship now, clear as day, as well as the ship's figurehead, a lion's head with a rose in its mouth.

The noise that you had heard was the ship firing one of its cannons as a warning shot, an aggressive suggestion to stop trying to run and yield to them. But, you could tell by the pull of the ship, it hadn't let up an ounce of its speed, still trying to outrun them. You watched two more sails drop into place on their masts and knew, in that instant, that the pursers hadn't been using their ship's full strength to overtake the Kilmartin, they had been toying with them, the whole time.

The ship gained considerable speed in only a few minutes, leaning slightly to the starboard as it was maneuvered to pull alongside the Kilmartin. You jumped up onto your feet and looked out the windows to the side of the ship, watching as the ship slid into place beside yours, you could see the open cannon ports and the guns in place, ready and waiting for the ship's captain to give the order to open fire.

The doors to the quarters burst open and you yelped, startled, but sighed, seeing it was just your father. He gave you a half sympathetic smile, but his expression was agitated and frantic, sweat pouring from his brow and his usually immaculate clothing disheveled. He strode over to you, pulling you bodily away from the windows, eyes darting between you and the ship outside them.

“Get away from there.” He snapped, hastily. “It isn't safe.”

“I thought we were to out run them.” You said, gripping his hands in yours.

“So, we thought we would, but it seems these people are not to be underestimated.” He replied, squeezing your trembling hands. “Stay away from the windows, and no matter what you hear and what happens, do not come out of this room, until I come for you. Do you understand me?”

“If you--”

“Do you understand!” He barked, hotly.

You drew away from him, surprised at his temper towards you. “I do.” You replied softly, brows creasing.

“Good.” He nodded, letting go of your hands and left you locked in the Captain's quarters, yet again.

It wasn't twenty minutes later another shot rang out, this time from a musket, instead of a cannon. You weren't sure what ship it had been issued from and weren't sure it even mattered, it wasn't a good sign by and by. Your heart was hammering against your corset strings, there was a battle coming, even you knew that much. You dared to peek out the window again and regretted it, as the guns from both ships opened fire. Yelping, you dropped to the floor and scurried over to the Captain's desk, taking cover underneath it.

There were reports from cannons, muskets and pistols, mixed in with shouts of orders and insults, the screams of the injured and dying, the shattering and splintering groans of wood as cannonballs ripped through both ships. It felt like forever since the battle started, soon joined with the resounding clang of metal as the men from the other ship managed to board the Kilmartin and a battle of swords broke out. This was all the worst case scenarios that your father and the Captain had been trying to avoid since first spotting of the ship that morning and all you could think of was the image of your father laying on the deck bleeding to death or already being dead.

You peeked at the door from over top the desk, not willing to come out of your hiding place, once you heard the sudden and unsettling silence that fell between the ships. Had the crew of the Kilmartin won at defending their ship, or had the other ship won? Maybe, neither ship won and they had all killed each other! What would that mean for you, being the only one still alive? You couldn't sail a ship on your own, even if you knew how to. Did that mean you would be left here to starve or feel the mercy of whatever the sea and weather threw at you. Maybe you would get lucky and another ship would pass by, investigate why two ships were motionless in the middle of the ocean and would save you. Or the ship would be pushed in the direction of some spot of civilization, saving you that way.

But, the more your mind came up with these possible scenarios and questions, the more and more outlandish and infinitely impossible they became.

Sir Thomas, your father, and Captain Davis watched as the ship not only dropped two more sails, but also lowered the French flag it had been flying since it had been spotted that morning.

“Please, not a red one.” Thomas muttered under his breath. “Please, not the red.”

“What's the matter with a red flag?” A deckhand, who had been standing behind him asked.

Thomas half turned to him, lifting a brow at him. “New to a ship, I'm supposing.”

“Aye, sir.” He nodded, looking even more nervous.

“Pirates flags are signals to those the pirates are pursuing.” Thomas replied, pushing his jaw forward. “A black pirate flag means that anyone who surrenders will be allowed to live. But, a red pirate flag means, 'no quarter given'.” He explained, but saw the naive look in the green deckhand's eyes.

“In layman's terms, no matter what, everyone on board will die, despite them surrendering peacefully or not.”

The deckhand's face drained of all color, as the true gravity of the situation struck him, before he bolted for the railing and vomited over the side. Thomas shook his head at the boy, turning back towards the gaining ship, just in time to see the pitch black flag unfurl at the top of the main mast, baring a white skull with a red rose in its mouth, letting out the teeniest amount of tension from Thomas's body. He and Davis exchanged looks with each other, the same thought going through their minds at seeing the black flag, instead of the red one.

A moment later, as the ship pulled alongside the Kilmartin, a musket shot went off, whizzing past Thomas and Davis, and struck the green deckhand between the shoulder blades, knocking him over the railing and into the ocean with a splash. Thomas looked across the small gap between the ships, his eye meeting the eye of the man standing beside its wheel, as he lowered the smoking musket from his shoulder, a smug and unapologetic expression on his face as the crew of the ship lined the railing closet to the Kilmartin, their own weapons loaded and ready for whatever was to come next.

“Surrender now!” the musket wielding man shouted across. “No harm will come to you or your crew!”

Captain Davis took a step forward, resting his hand on one of the handles of the ship's wheel, grasping it so tightly his knuckles turned bone white. “I haven't surrendered to a pirate's demand in the twenty years I've been a Captain.” He hissed, under his breath and between clenched teeth.

“I don't bloody intend to now.”

“Captain, we can not afford to fight these men.” Gray hissed back at him.

“This is His Majesty's Ship and it shall stay that way.” Davis snapped, turning his head to glare at his First Mate. “Pirates be damned!” He roared out loud, turning his venom back to the other ship.

“Fire!” He ordered aloud.

There was a momentary lull, before the firing started, blast after blast of cannon fire from blew the ships' decks and the firing of muskets on deck. Men taking cover between shots to reload their guns, then popping back up again to return fire. The splashes of missed shot and dead bodies falling into the raging sea between the ships, splinters of wood rained down on top of them as balls smashed through railings, masts and hauls. A scurry of men on the pirate ship climbed the rigging with ease, grabbing onto loose lines to swing across the no man's land between the ships and boarded the Kilmartin, pulling their swords and cutlasses, cutting down any poor fellow in their way, before they themselves could pull their metal, and swept through the deck.

The Kilmartin was soon overwhelmed after that, forcing Captain Davis to wave a white flag and surrender to the organized and clever pirates. A gangplank was laid between the bobbing ships, but no one crossed it, instead, a tall and bearded man stepped forward, his hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, he wore a dark brown jerkin over a billowing white shirt and tight leather pant; lifting a brow and tilting his head at the assembly of the remaining Kilmartin crew, before settling his piercing blue gaze on Davis.

“You are the Captain of this ship, I presume?” He asked in a deep voice.

“I am.” Davis replied, not hiding his disgust with the man, whose clothing was stained and spotted with the blood of his men. “Who might you be, then?”

“I'm the Captain of the Crimson Jersey.” He replied, jerking his head towards the other ship.

A low murmur went through the Kilmartin men, their fright became even more profound hearing the name of the ship that had attacked them, side eyeing each other and their captures. The Crimson Jersey was one of the most feared Pirate Ships on the high seas, there was only one other ship feared more than the Crimson Jersey and that was Black Beard's Queen Anne's Revenge, and even Black Beard had a measure of respect for the Captain of the Crimson Jersey. While the Captain of the Crimson Jersey, Henry the Red, rarely left people alive from his attacks on their ships, he was well known for attacking well off ships and taking either people or materials as captives, until a set ransom was met, if the ransom wasn't met, then he would kill the captive or keep the materials to sell to the highest bidder at one of the Pirate Ports.

“We have nothing of value on the ship.” Captain Davis said, narrowing his eyes at the other Captain.

“Then, what is the HMS Kilmartin doing out so far from her beloved port?” Henry the Red asked, lifting a suspicious brow at Davis.

“His Majesty the King has ordered us to sail to Port Royal to retrieve the Governor there and bring him back to London, for personal commendation.” Davis told him, lying easily to the Pirate Captain's face.

“It must be some commendation for him to order it this late in the year, the threat of hurricanes are quite common about this time.” Henry replied, sensing Davis's lie, but his eyes moved to Thomas, noticing his shifty behavior and the way he kept trying to subtly look towards the doors of the Captain's quarters.

“Is there something bothering you?” He asked, stepping closer to Thomas. “Like a secret you know.”

“I know nothing of what you speak.” Thomas replied, glaring back at the man.

“Is that so?” He replied, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Then, you'll have no quarrel with me going to have a look.” He said, striding over to the locked doors of the quarters.

“Don't!” Thomas suddenly shouted, his resolve breaking away to his fear of the pirate finding you inside.

Henry turned back to Thomas and laughed at him, more than sure now there was something of great value inside. Taking a step back, he kicked the doors open with a crash of his big boot and entered. At first, he didn't see anything of value inside the room, but he didn't get deterred easily, especially when there was the prospect of treasure involved. He searched the room and as he neared the desk, saw the hem of a dress underneath it and grinned, knowing now what that treasure really was.

“Well, well.” He cooed, stepping around the back of the desk. “Who do we have here?” He laughed, watching you draw yourself further underneath the desk.

Bending down, he reached underneath the desk and grabbed a hold of your arm, yanking you halfway out before you sank your teeth into his meaty forearm. He hissed as you broke his skin and the copper-y taste of his blood touched your tongue, but his vise-like grip didn't relent, he only gripped you tighter and finished dragging you out of your hiding place.

“Oh, feisty and pretty.” He chuckled, surveying you with an unguarded eye. “I like that.” He smiled, then grunted as you stomped on his foot. “Watch yourself, wench.” He hissed, knotting his hand in the back of your hair and painfully jerking your head back, making your vision swim. “Try such a thing again and you'll lose something precious to you.” He warned, then dragged you out of the quarters.

“Let her go!” Thomas roared, taking a step towards you both, only to be stopped with a punch to the gut.

“Father!” You shrieked, jerking against Henry, only to be yanked backwards against him and his free hand wrapped around your throat.

“Father?” Henry mocked, smiling between you and Thomas. “Is this your dear daughter?”

“Let her go.” Thomas wheezed, straightening himself up. “I'll give you anything you wish, just please let her go.” He begged.

“She's all I have left in this world.”

Henry grinned at your father and turned his face into your hair. “I'm sure you would give me anything in the world to have her back.” He whispered against the skin of your temple. “So, tell me, what is it you're willing to give me for her back?” He asked, looking at your father from the corner of his eye.

Thomas floundered, his heart racing as he held your terrified gaze. “I'm on my way to take my station as Governor of Lockemirth Island, in the Caribbean.” He gasped, trying to get a hold of himself. “That is the purpose of the HMS Kilmartin being at sea. Once there, I will be in command of a very large sum of money and goods, I will give you half of it, for her safety and return.”

Henry pursed his lips and clicked his tongue as he considered the offer, then shook his head. “Three fourths of it.” He demanded, twisting a lock of your loose hair around his finger. “No less, Governor.”

Your father floundered for another moment, before his shoulders dropped and he nodded his head. “Fine.”

“Excellent.” Henry grinned, gripping your arm again and pushing your forward, towards the gangplank bouncing up and down between the ships.

“Wait, no!” You shrieked, turning and trying to get back to your father. “Father!”

“It'll be all right, Petal!” He shouted back, blocked by three of Henry's men.

“You can't!” You protested, pushing back against Henry as he hustled you forward.

“I can and I am.” Henry laughed, grinning at you, then tossed you over his shoulder and stepped onto the gangplank.

“Papa!” You screamed, flailing on Henry's shoulder.

Your father shouted your name back, but it was lost in the wind. The pirates disembarked from the Kilmartin and back onto the Crimson Jersey, careful that the Kilmartin crew didn't try to storm them and try to return the attack, in an attempt to rescue you. Once everyone was onboard, the gangplank was drawn back and the ships were separated.

In no time, the HMS Kilmartin was starting to disappear in the dying light of the horizon.

Henry kicked open the door of his quarters, then kicked it closed again, before setting you down in front of his desk. He crossed to one side of the room, plucking a bottle of dark green glass from a table, uncorked it and poured a brown liquid from inside of it into a goblet, tossing it back and poured himself another.

“You monstrous swine!” You growled at him, sneering at his broad back.

He turned towards you, lifting his glass in salute. “Aye!” He laughed and downed his drink again, before pouring yet another drink. “You'll be kept here, in my quarters, with me.” He informed you, sipping this glass.

“I would rather rot on deck.” You barked at him, upper lip twitching with disgust.

“Oh, that can be arranged, if my lady wishes it.” He chuckled, swirling his drink. “But, I must inform you, pet.” He set his drink down and approached you, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger and tipped your head back to look up at him. “It's been several months since my men have set a foot on land, so it's been many a month since they've had the pleasure of a woman's warm body.”

You gulped, your stubbornness starting to fail you.

“While I am far more educated and in command of myself, my men are not.” Henry continued, seeing the blooming realization and fear in your eyes. “So, you can take your chances with them, which you will have none, or you can stay in the relative safety of my quarters.” The register of his deep voice lowered. “Here, my men know better than to enter and anything inside is purely mine, under my protection.” He let go of your chin and strode to his door, yanking it open.

“Your choice.”

You stared at him, gulping and biting into your lip, but didn't move from the spot he had dropped you in, seeing the validity and safety of staying where you were at. A smile crept over his lips and he slammed the door shut again, seeing you had made your choice to stay in the safety only he could give you on board. He moved back to the table, pouring a drink into a second goblet and held it out to you, but you didn't move or say a word. He shrugged his shoulders at you and downed it instead, before taking up his first one around to his desk, settling himself in the high backed chair, to do the needed paperwork that came with piracy.

“Sit down.” He ordered you, motioning to a chair beside you. “Now!” He barked, when you didn't move.

Huffing at him, you pulled the chair sideways and dropped down into it, refusing to look at him or acknowledge his presence. None of which bothered him in the slightest, he was content in the quiet privacy of his mind and work, not paying you all much mind, other than making sure you stayed where he told you to be. After sundown, a soft knock sounded at his door and, at Henry's permission, opened to a crew member, who entered with a silver tray laden with food. He set the tray down on his Captain's desk, nodded his obedient head at him and left. Henry picked up one of the plates on the tray, then pushed the tray towards you.

“If you wish to starve, that's on you.” He commented, when you didn't move. “But, don't whine about it later.” He told you, tearing off a chunk of bread and popped it into his mouth.

Rubbing at his eyes in the dim candle light, Henry stacked his papers together and put them in the bottom drawer of his desk, locking it up with a key that hung around his neck, then stood. He toed out of his boots and crossed the room, hanging his sword and pistol on a hook by the door, removed the brown leather jerkin he was wearing over his shirt and hung it up on the same hook, then locked the door with the same key that was around his neck. He turned and regarded you, still sitting, motionless and sulky, on the chair in front of his desk and rolled his eyes.

“The stubbornness of women.” He huffed to himself, going to a set of heavy curtains to one side of the room.

“The ilk of men.” You growled back at him, angry eyes burning holes into his back.

Henry laughed, jerking back the curtains to reveal a bed behind them, then turned around to grin at you. “Something we agree on, pet.” He chuckled, amused, then sighed and reached behind his head, tugging loose the tight leather string that tied his hair back and shook his head, setting free a mop of dark cinnamon curls, that softened his look considerably.

“Lay down.” He ordered, jerking his curly head to the large, curtained bed.

You snorted at him. “No.”

“That wasn't a question, pet.”

“Don't call me that.”

“I'll call you what I want, now lay down.” He barked at you, eyes hardening.

You turned your own hardened eyes towards him, but didn't budge.

Growling deep in his throat, Henry took several long strides towards you, yanked you out of the chair and back over his shoulder, unphased by you beating on his back to be put down, then dropped you, bodily, onto his bed. With you where he wanted you, Henry turned towards the large bay window behind his desk and made himself comfortable on the cushions there, stuffing one of them behind his head, before dozing off.

You laid there, surprised he hadn't tried to force himself on you or the very least crawl into bed beside you. You half expected him to wait until you fell asleep to try something, but his soft snores soon reached you. Biting your lip, you sat up at the edge of the bed and looked over at him, he was laying half propped up, the quarter moon illuminating one side of his face. He wasn't faking, he was actually asleep. Sighing, you laid back again, your mind spinning, trying to work up the nerve to steal that key around his neck and escape. But, where would you go, once you did have the key and the door open? You had a ship full of his men, on an open ocean, where the ship had already put countless miles between you and the Kilmartin.

Perhaps, you could buy your time, until and in hopes, they made port, to wait for your father's word he had the ransom, then steal away, finding safety somewhere in the port until your father and the Crown could rescue you.

“Pirates.” You huffed, then drew the bed curtains closed, not wanting that bloody pirate to be the last face you saw before you managed to fall asleep.

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