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ramblinganthropologist · 2 years

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Fictober 22 - 2 and 3 (Cold and Death)

Dragon Age Inquisition

Summary: Unsurprisingly, coming back from Tranquility isn’t easy. Trevy is finding that one out the hard way. It looks like the Chantry took more from her than she thought, and there are things she’ll probably never get back. But if she can’t go back... maybe she can go ahead.

Time to pick a specialization, Trevy. You better get a strong stomach and quick.

(Tw: mentions of tranquility, nothing extreme)

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Some days, Trevy wished she had appreciated not being able to feel the cold. Oh well, hindsight was 20-20.

The mage shivered as she drew her cloak closer, trying to cover the few bits of vulnerable skin that peeked through her defenses. In Haven, it didn’t matter how well you covered, though – the wind would rip through even the staunchest defenses, chilling those caught outside right down to the bone as they made their way from post to post in the hopes of not freezing where they stood.

It was a miserable place, all things considered – but at least they were miserable together. Templars, mages, and everyone in between hated the cold just the same as the person next to them as they tried to avoid breaking an ankle on the ice on their way to the tavern after duty. Some might consider it the great equalizer – she didn’t. She couldn’t, not after what her former jailers had done to her.

Speaking of – the brand on her forehead throbbed underneath its thick layer of bandages. Trevy’s eyes watered and she slapped a gloved hand to the surface on instinct. That only made it hurt worse, and soon the tears were trickling down her face, bringing more with every second. A sob threatened to work its way through her throat, but she bit it down as she rushed along to where she had been heading.

Ever since she had been released from Tranquility, it hurt. It hurt a lot. Maybe that was to be her reminder of what they had done to her, something to keep her from getting complacent around the soggy forms of the Templars huddled around the fires for warmth. Even if her mind tried to forget, her body sure wouldn’t.

Neither would her new vulnerability to the cold.

“It took you long enough to get here, Trevelyan.” The woman waiting for her at the door to the practice building worn a stern look and the robes of a former teacher. She had probably seen countless mage apprentices late to lessons – what was one more? “Oh, Maker, were you crying again?”

Trevy sniffed as she used the sleeve of her robe to wipe her eyes before the tears froze. “Can’t help it… it started hurting again.”

No doubt if there had been mages in the room, they would’ve been looking away at this point. After all, no mage likes a reminder of what they so easily could have become if they had taken one wrong step during their time in the tower. She had been as much a worker as a stark reminder of the penalties that awaited circle mages if they so much as put a toe out of line. The Templar that had watched over the Ostwick Tranquil had once called them the great deterrents, though it had been lost of her then.

That Templar and her fellow Tranquil were also lost now – buried in the explosion that took out the tower, or among the countless dead from the war. It was only for the former mages that she gave quiet prayer to a god she would love to spit at – the rest got a curse from the depths of her marked soul.

But at any rate, it was because of her reactions and just how uncomfortable she made mages that her training was a strictly one-on-one affair. She hadn’t requested it of course – they had. Something about a former Tranquil with a staff made people nervous. It made her laugh, though not too hard. If they were worried, how did they think she felt about the whole thing? As far as she knew, she was the only one to come back from the other side and be able to tell the tale. Call her a test dummy, call her fated, whatever it was… it was weird.

And it hurt. Had she mentioned that yet?

“Well, when it calms down you can take up your staff. I asked around, and they said before you…” the woman couldn’t say it. No one in robes could – it stuck in their throats and refused to escape. In the end, she shook her head. “Anyway, an Ostwick mage said you used to be an ice mage. I want to see if you can still do it.”

Trevy hung up her cloak on the wall and made a grab for her staff. Well, it wasn’t her staff if she was being honest. Instead, it was just a stock tool that they gave to apprentices before they figured out their specializations. She had enchanted plenty of them during her time under the brand, to the point she knew every angle of the smooth wood under her hand as she rolled it. Nothing special about it, but it let the caster figure out what they could do.

It was time for her to go from crafter to caster… no pressure.

Her teacher cleared to the side of the room, giving her space. Trevy was now all alone in the center, holding her borrowed staff and praying for a miracle. Logically, she knew the steps to summon ice. Back before the brand, she had almost been a primal prodigy, summoning ice since she was in the single digits. It had been one of the first spells she had ever figured out as a child, practically part of her muscle memory.

It should have been easy, effortless. However, sweat trickled down her brow as she faced the practice target. Her fingers rolled down the staff as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes to search for the path to her mana supplies.

Back in the day, it had been a path of glittering ice, rock hard and shining in an unseen light. As she walked along it, it had tinkled under her feet and summoned snowflakes with every step. Then there was the heart – a giant crystal of pure ice, so thick none could break it.

Yet… nothing was there but darkness. The ground was rocky and dark, with deep score marks that she could have fallen into. The light was gone, there was no snow to greet her, and her feet cracked along the ground.

And at the heart? Nothing but a gaping hole where her crystal had once been, scarred with the brand of the sun.

Her eyes snapped open and she dropped the staff. Sweat was pouring down her forehead as she backed away, breaking into a run. She barely remembered to grab for her cloak, haphazardly pulling it on as the teacher called for her to get back there. However, Trevy ignored it as she ran out of the building and down the road that would take her away from Haven.

Her feet took her to the nearby woods, where most people wouldn’t have gone during the cold weather. She eventually collapsed on a tree stump, tears streaming down her face. No matter how she tried to forget, the sight of the barren, scorched earth marked by the sign of the chantry would never leave her.

There was no use trying ice magic ever again. It had been burnt away by the brand in a desire to keep her in line.

Trevy’s tears trickled into the snow as she sobbed, body shaking. Before that moment, she’d had some hope that perhaps her magic would return to her with time and practice. It had been a small one, beaten down by logic and reality slapping her in the face, but it had been something she had held on tightly to in the nights where the brand pulsed and she felt fire in her veins.

Yet, she could no longer deny it as she sat there in that frozen forest. She could train and try for a thousand years and the ice would never return. The Chantry had gotten her in the end, just like they had hoped. Even free from Tranquility, she would never escape what they had done to her. Much like the burn on her forehead, her very being was forever scarred.

Was it even worth going on?

It was a thought that kept stabbing at her on the bad days as of late, especially during the nights she couldn’t sleep. But that was at night, in the dark when her eyes burned and her forehead throbbed. This was the daytime – she should have been ok.

But she wasn’t.

“I hate this.” She choked back a sob, rubbing her frozen sleeve against her soggy face. “Should’ve just stayed behind to die.”

It was certainly looking more attractive as she sat there, a soggy mess on that icy stump in a dead forest. At least then, she wouldn’t have known the pain that came with the broken brand and the frustration that came with it. She wouldn’t know what the disgusted looks of the mages would be like as she passed, trying to keep herself calm.

Maybe it would have been better…

But Trevy knew she couldn’t. Instead, she wiped off her face and did her best to calm her breathing. As she came back to her senses, the cold returned full force and stung her exposed skin. The pain was a great reminder – she stood.

“I’m… going to have to apologize for that I guess.” She sighed, shoulders sagging. There was a lot of that lately too. “Better head back…”

With uneasy steps, Trevy started to leave the woods. The ice and snow crackled under her feet as she picked her way through the barely walked path. It was unpleasant, and she winced at the sound. This was the kind of ice she had never liked – it was too brittle. So she shifted and climbed off into the ankle deep snow instead.

It was thanks to that she saw it.

“Is that a skull?” Trevy cocked her eyebrow as she squinted. Off in the distance, a break in the canopy was allowing gray light to filter through the branches and illuminate a patch of ground. There was something there, white and hard. Curiosity got the better of her, and she stumbled over towards it.

Just like she thought, it had been the skull of some creature left there by predators that had picked its skeleton clean. Most of the bones were there as far as she could tell, though she had no idea how to count them. Skeletons had never been her interest – she had sought out the ice after all.

But… the way the light caught the dark holes of the eye sockets drew her towards it. She had to wonder what it had been in life as she knelt down. It was too small for a bear or a wild cat, but even she knew enough to see it wasn’t something like a rabbit. The teeth looked sharp, but plenty of things had sharp teeth…

Her hand hesitated inches from the skull. Trevy blinked as she realized she had left the path altogether and was standing in deep snow, shivering. Even she knew this was stupid. If she’d had any sense in her head, she would head back to Haven proper.

But her sense had abandoned her as she stared down as the pile of bones. Something was drawing her there.

“Maker, I hope you’re not a demon.” Those were the last words she spoke as her fingers brushed against the bones. Immediately, it was like a live wire had run through her arm, making her vision go white. A soundless bell rung through her head as the air was knocked from her lungs, and she could see nothing.

Nothing but a path in front of her.

This wasn’t the path back to Haven – that was normal stone and rock. Here, the flagstones were shoulder blades and other flat bones, the rows marked with the long ones she didn’t know the names for. Everything was done in shades of white, black, and a cool purple that reminded her of night. There was no sound but crows as she walked along, bones tinkling under her feet.

The path took her to a dark purple crystal, filled with a pulsing energy. In front of it stood a skeleton, reassembled with its missing parts filled in with violet energy. Two globes of purple light stared out at her from empty eye sockets, and what had once been a bushy tail waved as she approached.

“What…” Words failed her as she felt herself drawn to the crystal. “Is… all of this is necromancy, isn’t it?”

She knew the field from listening to her cousin – hopefully alive somewhere – going on and on about his lessons when they had been younger. He had described his own source of magic as a sort of graveyard filled with animated skeletons. If this was to be her center, it was far more austere, almost somber.

Then again… he had developed his magic. She was just beginning.

The skeletal creature approached her, stopping at her feet. Those glowing eyes focused on her, and she swore it was sizing her up. Trevy wasn’t really sure what it wanted from her, but she couldn’t look away.

“I don’t know anything about necromancy, you know…” she knelt down, hand reaching out. “I was Tranquil… you’d have better results from someone else.”

Her vision didn’t waver. Apparently, it had made its decision on the matter. The only thing left was for her to agree to the terms. Had this been days, even hours prior, she would have hesitated. Yet even as she sat there, she remembered where the ice had once been, and the burning brand that remained.

It might have been a strange sight… but it was free from the brand. It was hers, to do with as she wanted. All she had to do was accept it.

Her hand found the top of the skull, where the ears had once been. “Be patient with me, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

As soon as her fingers brushed the bone, the violet light exploded around her with a rush of wind and the crunching of skeletons. When the light cleared, she was back in the clearing, freezing cold as snow began to fall all around her.

The creature stood assembled in front of her – she was pretty sure it had been a fox when it was alive.

A strange smile crossed her face as she stood. “I guess you should follow me back… hope you don’t mind being my training dummy, I don’t exactly know where necromancers get their bone supplies from.”

Together, Trevy and the skeleton started their walk back. No doubt there would be a thousand questions that led to even more when she returned, a reanimated corpse following at her heels. She had no idea how to answer any of them, but she was happy to try.

It was cold, no doubt about it… but she was slowly growing used to it. She doubted she would ever be truly comfortable with the ice and snow, but there was nothing unique about that. The memory, that she would never forget… but she was slowly starting to accept that some things would never return.

Life didn’t go backwards after all. Yet, she was beginning to see that if she couldn’t go back to who she had once been, to her old power, perhaps she could seek what lay ahead. Maybe her new friend would help.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to learn to like robbing graves and picking up carrion, though. Her stomach wasn’t the strongest. Maybe that was why she had never really looked into necromancy…

#writober22 #Aeronwen Trevelyan #inquisitor trevelyan

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 65: Flowers For the Dead

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 9 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: scary situation, violence, mild swearing, mentions of child abuse/trauma ❧ Word Count: 7.6k

❧ In This Chapter: Daryl gets to work interrogating the mysterious prisoner at the Hilltop, and learns that there might be more going on than meets the eye. Meanwhile, you attempt to take Robin out to pick flowers, but the dead are lurking even in flower patches.

❧ A/N: I'm having a lot of fun playing with Daryl's experience as a father, and how he develops a protective bond with Lydia, in whom he sees not only himself as a child, but his own daughter. Plus, he's also basically Henry's dad at the moment, so he's got a lot going on. So does Reader, of course, and I think she's doing a pretty good job. I mean, being a parent in a time like this is certainly very difficult, so props to her and Daryl! Robin is a little treasure, also. I'm having so much fun writing her, and combining traits and mannerisms from both of her parents, as well as coming up with her own identity. So fun!

“What the hell were you thinkin’, anyway?” Daryl asked the young man as they both sat watching Jesus’ grave being dug that afternoon his body was brought back.

“I wasn’t,” he replied. “(Y/N) told me to make friends, I guess I thought that’s what I was doing. Anyway, fresh air’s helping.”

“Well, don’t get too used to it. Two minutes your ass is goin’ right back in there.”

The boy looked at Daryl dumbfounded. “Seriously?”

“(Y/N) says you got one more night,” replied Daryl. “So you got one more night.”

You didn’t want to be responsible for choosing how long Henry was to stay in there, but you decided two nights and three days seemed adequate for him to learn his lesson.

Daryl didn’t even know how to deal with the teenage boy at all. He’d treated him more like an adult than a kid, and now he saw himself in the young man, with how he’d gotten himself into trouble.

Perhaps Daryl was glad to have had a daughter instead. A son would’ve been too close to home.

“Daryl, I’m sorry,” he said. “Really.”

He nodded, unsure if he accepted the apology. Getting himself into trouble just put more strain on an already troubling situation with the death of Jesus and the presence of the young woman in the cellar. That combined with the stress of making sure you and Robin were all right was a lot to have on his plate.

“I—I guess I wanna find my place,” the boy continued. “And I knew who I was at the Kingdom… but who am I here?”

Daryl was silent at that, pondering his own version of that question which often haunted him, ever since he was around Henry’s age.

On a basic level, he knew who he was, but certain situations would call that identity into question. He wished he could say it got easier, that finding yourself was only something you worried about as a young adult, but that wasn’t the case. There would always be questioning. It would get better with time, but it would always be there.

That next morning, Jesus was laid to rest, and you watched in silent, steadfast tears as you held Robin’s hand, and Daryl had his arm around your waist.

You kept seeing him eye that cellar door, where the girl was being kept, and Henry, too. You knew that look in his eyes—anger.

“Who are you?” he asked the girl, in that low, quiet hiss of a voice which threatened to increase in volume.

The girl moved from her seat in the cell to the corner, where she cowered before Daryl.

“Answer the question,” he said.

She remained quiet, only breathing heavily with a terrified look upon her dirtied face.

“You wanna die?” he asked. “Is that it?”

“Daryl, what’s your problem?!” shouted Henry from the neighboring cell.

“Quiet!” he replied, then lowered his voice before speaking again. “Do you? People up there just buried a good man, and they’re ready to string you up right now. All I gotta do is drag your ass up them steps… How many in your group?”

“I already told you,” she responded, but that didn’t satisfy Daryl, who elicited a terrified whimper from her as he pulled her up by the wrist.

“Get up!” he yelled, then held her by the neck against the bars of the cell. “How many?!”

“Ten!” she cried. “Ten! There were ten of us. I think… We wore skins to blend in, we didn’t have names. I mean—I mean we did but we didn’t use them.”

She breathed heavily, her throat still under pressure from Daryl’s grip.

He glared at her. “How long you been out around here?”

She shook her head as she panted. “I don’t know. We moved around with the—with the dead. I mean, the skins made them leave us alone. They protected us so we protected them.”

“You got a camp?” he asked. “Walls?”

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed. “Walls? Walls don’t keep you safe. Places like this don’t make it. They never make it, that’s how it is. My mom and me, we saw it happen, over and over. I—I barely remember the world before all this, but my mom, she told me how it was changing, how we had to change with it, how we needed the dead and each other to keep safe. We were never alone.”

“Why’d your people kill our people?” he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he procured his large serrated hunting knife and pointed it directly in her face. “Tell me!” he bellowed.

“We were always gonna kill you, okay?!” she cried. “It’s just what people do now. Everybody still alive is a threat, it’s us or them.”

He kept his knife situated near her face, glaring at her. “How many people in your group?” he asked again.

“I already—”

“The truth!” he yelled.

“It is the truth!”

He pushed the tip of the sharpened knife further into her face. “Don’ lie ta me!”

“My mom!” she cried. “It’s just my mom. She’s a good person. Please don’t go looking for her. Please. She’s just one woman, out there alone.”

“You said your people were never alone.”

“She—she was at the cemetery,” she continued. “She got separated but just her.”

“Liar!” he bellowed, and grabbed her wrist to begin dragging her out of the cell.

“No, no!” she screamed. “I told you the truth!”

“I told ya what was gonna happen!”

“Daryl!” shouted Henry.

“Shut up!” he yelled back.

“That was everything,” the girl said. “Please, please let go of me.”

“Daryl, stop!”

“Please, Daryl,” the girl said. “Please don’t kill me, please… please.”

Upon utterance of his name, he let the girl go to cower back in her cell, but not without glaring her down, and locking the cell door with a brutal look upon his face.

Crossing over to Henry’s cell, he gave the boy an accusatory point with his hand.

“Thought I told ya to stay quiet,” he said.

“She’s just a girl,” replied Henry.

“You wanna know what your place is here?” he asked. “It’s right where you’re at, for as long as it takes for you to figure out how to wise your ass up.”

His jaw dropped slightly. “But (Y/N) said—”

“I’m here now,” he said, glowering at him. “She ain’t the only one in charge of you.”

When he emerged from the cellar, he crossed over to the Barrington House, where you sat on the steps, watching Robin play fetch with Dog.

He sat next to you with a grunt, and resting his elbows on his knees, cradling his chin with his hands and chewing on his bottom lip as he watched the little girl attempt to throw the stick with as much strength as she could muster, almost hitting one of the stablekeepers in the process.

“You find anything out?” you asked.

He huffed. “Nah. Only that she ain’t tellin’ the truth.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, then remained quiet as you contemplated whether or not to present Daryl with your idea. “I was thinking,” you began, rubbing your thighs nervously, “it’d be nice to make a bouquet for Jesus’ grave.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Well, I was thinking… Maybe I could go out and pick some flowers… with Robin.”

He looked at you in disbelief, then shook his head as he looked down at his feet and rubbed his face with his hands. “I don’t know,” he said. “Jus’ seems too soon.”

You sighed. “There’s a little patch of wildflowers just outside the walls, and we’ll take Dog.”

“Jus’ you, Robin, and Dog?” he asked.

You nodded. “If that’s okay.”

He raised his head to look at Robin, who now kneeled on the dirt floor as she rubbed Dog’s belly. He laughed a little to himself, admiring how precious she was as she giggled in delight at the canine’s legs kicking in satisfaction.

“You be careful,” he said to you sternly. “Keep your eyes open. Don’t want anythin’ happenin’ to either of you.”

You kissed his cheek. “I will.”

Flower arrangement was a hobby you’d picked up in the last few years, and Daryl never had any qualms with you going outside the walls alone to pick them. This was the first time you brought Robin with you, however, and the first time she’d ever go out, aside from traveling.

You held her hand as you walked with her, the both of you holding wicker baskets and stepping over patches of mushrooms as you walked, always careful to never disturb the “fairy houses.” Even Dog avoided stepping on them as he obediently trotted beside you.

“Do fairies live in flowers, too?” she asked.

You smiled at the thought. “Well, I don’t know if fairies live in flowers, but I know they take care of the flowers, and they make dresses out of the petals, and wear foxglove on their heads like hats.”

“And they dance in fairy rings,” Robin added matter-of-factly, as if it wasn’t up for debate.

“Yes, they do.”

You kept walking for a little while, rounding the corner of the wall of the Hilltop as you approached the patch of wildflowers, all of different species. Long ago, someone must have thrown a handful of seeds there, because that patch had been there eight years ago, when you first came to Hilltop.

“Here we are,” you said. “I don’t want you going beyond this patch, you hear me?” You felt like you were talking to both Robin and Dog, who both looked up at you with large, curious eyes.

She nodded, marveling at the bright profusion of perennial wildflowers sprouting up from the dirt below. “Yes, Mommy.”

As always, you brought along your field guide to Virginia plants, and helped Robin identify everything she pulled up from the ground. In just a half an hour, your baskets were filled with bluebells, dandelions, chicories, daisies, buttercups, primroses, irises, skullcaps, larkspurs… Practically every kind of flower you could have imagined. It was one of the better patches you’d come across in a while.

“Can we make one for Daddy?” asked Robin, bundling up the last of the white daisies as you prepared to leave. If you spent any longer than an hour outside, you knew Daryl would come looking for you.

“When we get back,” you said, rising from your knees and lifting up your basket. You walked over to her, careful not to trample the remaining flowers, and touched her shoulder. “I think he would really like that, sweet pea. Which ones are you going to use?”

You pulled her along as you began to walk back towards the gates, with Dog following close behind. You watched her look down at her basket, and her small hands rifling delicately through her collection. “I think he’d like the… these ones!”

She picked up a handful of blue flowers by their stems. They had a bundle of tiny indigo florets, with a burst of purple in the center. The light picked up the veins in their petals, and the shimmer of light periwinkle amidst the dark blues and purples.

Robin had decided long ago that Daryl’s favorite color was blue, because when he told her it was black, that didn’t satisfy her. “Black is a shade,” she had said pointedly that day. “Not a color.”

“Cornflower,” you said, knowing the common weed by name now. “Bachelor’s button. They’re called that because they used to be worn by young men when they were in love, back in the Victorian age when people liked to symbolize their feelings with flowers.”

“You think he’ll like them?” she asked innocently.

“He’ll love them. They’ll bring out his eyes.”

The two of you continued walking several more steps, with the sun warming your cheeks and highlighting the natural honey streaks of Robin’s wavy hair, and everything seemed right with the world, as if nothing could disturb this moment, until you felt Dog’s presence stagnate behind you, and you turned to see the brown and black canine arching his back and growling.

He began to bark, and you followed his eyeline to see what had caught his attention. As you pinpointed your sight on the three walkers in the distance, hovering over something and feasting on its remains.

“Mommy…” Robin peeped, and in your frozen state, you managed to move her behind you with a stiff hand.

“Just ignore it,” you said shakily. “It’s nothing. Come on, Dog!” you called to him, but he stood in place, with his fur on end and still barking at the undead. You began to panic as the walkers slowly turned to face you, and began making their way towards you.

“Mommy!” Robin cried in fear, clinging to your body and tugging you away. “Dog!”

You looked down briefly at her, and then back up at Dog, who was running towards the walkers.

“Dog!” you bellowed, then looked back down at Robin as you retrieved your axe from your belt loop. “Stay right here. Anything comes at you, you run to the gates and don’t stop,” you said, against all your better judgment, but you weren’t about to let Dog get eaten right in front of her, and you kind of liked the creature, even if he was a pain in the ass at times.

You didn’t stay at her side long enough to hear her cry out to you, and by the time you got to Dog, he had tackled one of the walkers, and was successfully attacking it, but the other two were closing in on him. You took them out quickly, and then moved behind Dog to plunge your axe into the last one.

Before you could collect your thoughts, you felt Robin run into your arms and cry into your shoulder. You had no idea what to say, how to explain to her what she’d seen, other than that her greatest fear was real, and she’d just seen it.

As you held her, you saw Dog messing with the face of one of the walkers near your foot. It wasn’t unlike the canine to bring walker parts home to you as a kind of gift, but this was different, as he’d never removed one of their faces.

He dropped the rotten piece of flesh by Robin’s foot, and you quickly shooed him away, and picked up the thing in an attempt to throw it away before she could see it, but you noticed a strange stitching on the back behind the hair, as if it were a mask.

You carried Robin through the gates, as the little girl was too distraught to even walk, along with both of your baskets of flowers in your free hand.

Dog came running behind, and when you were back in the trailer, you sat her on her bed to check her for any injuries, though you knew she was probably all right, just shaken up from what she’d seen.

She wiped her tears with her balled up hands as you hugged her tightly, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her.

“W-were those the monsters, Mommy?” she asked with a whimper.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “Yes. They were monsters, but they’re not going to hurt you. I would never let them… I’m just sorry you had to see it.”

She wrapped her arms around you, as much as she could, and clung tightly to your blouse. “You killed them,” she said quietly. “I—I thought killing was bad.”

You pulled away to look at her, with that teary-eyed, questioning look on her face. “It is,” you said. “Killing people is bad, but those weren’t people.”

“What were they?”

This was the conversation you had dreaded since Robin began to talk. How could you explain something to her that didn’t make much sense to any living person? They were dead people who came back to life. That was all you could think of saying, and Robin was still mystified by the concept of death itself.

Still, you couldn’t sugarcoat it now that she was asking you point-blank. In all her innocence that you tried to preserve as best you could, you couldn’t deny her the right to know about the very thing that had changed the world she now lived in.

“We call them walkers,” you said. “Some people call them different things, but that’s what we call them. They’re not really monsters, because monsters don’t exist. They’re just… Well, they were people, once, like you and me. You know how… people die? They get old, or they get hurt really badly, and they sleep, and they don’t wake up again?”

She nodded shakily, trying to understand. You couldn’t imagine how confused she must’ve been. You yourself were still confused.

“Well, a long time ago, before you were born, this… sickness broke out, throughout the whole world. Things were different before that, a lot different, but when the sickness spread, it killed people, and they went to sleep, but they woke up again, and they came back as those walkers.”

“So they are people?” she asked, now holding tightly to her white stuffed rabbit.

You slumped your shoulders and sighed. “No, sweet pea. They’re not people anymore, they turned. They don’t… They don’t think like people. They’re not even really alive, they just move, and they eat…”

“They eat people? Like Judith said?”

“They do,” you said. “That’s how they spread the sickness, biting people.” Of course, it was even worse than that. Any dead body would turn, because everyone was infected. You weren’t sure you could explain that to her all at once, though.

“How many are there?”

You shook your head a little as you wracked your brain for the answer. “I—I don’t know, honey. Lots of them, more than us… The sickness spreads so easily that it took over most of the world when it started. That’s why we stay in the walls, to keep the walkers out.”

She was silent for a while, and wordlessly laid herself down facing away from you. “When you tell that story,” she began to say, “those are the creatures? The walkers?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “I didn’t want you to find that out yet, but I guess it had to happen sooner or later.”

Her small whimpers and cries were subdued after a while, as you sat beside her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Dog curled up alongside her sleeping body, and you covered them both in her plush pink blanket from home.

You little shit, you thought to yourself, in regards to Dog, who had more or less ruined your fairytale afternoon with your daughter. Still, you loved the pup.

You never wanted him— you actually wanted a cat, if anything. Daryl brought him home from a long winter hunt. Robin was only two, just learning how to talk, but she loved the dog immediately, clinging to him constantly. Daryl was already quite attached to him, too, so between the two of them, you couldn’t say no.

She was still so young, so when you asked her to name him, she chose the rather practical name, Dog, because that was precisely what he was.

While your two “children” slept, you worked on the bouquet for Jesus, and set aside Robin’s basket of flowers, and every bachelor’s button you had in yours, for when she’d wake up.

In the cellar, Daryl was preoccupied, interrogating the girl who he’d found out was called Lydia. Though she was more open to talking with Henry, she was starting to come clean about her origins, and revealing details about the kind of person her mother was.

“Two of ours went missing,” he said to her as he sat on the other side of the cell bars. He was referring to Luke and Alden, who hadn’t returned back from their search for Daryl’s search party. “We found their horses though. Half skinned, half eaten. You know anything about that?”

“How could I?” she retorted. “I’ve been here.”

“What would your mom do,” he asked, “if she crossed some of our people? Would she kill ‘em?”

Lydia was silent for a moment. “She would if she had to.”

She recounted a memory in which her mother had killed a man, to save her group. Her father sang to her after that, calming her down, comforting her. It didn’t match a story she told earlier, in which her father was a callous, unlovable man.

“He used to sing that to me when I was scared,” she said. “Which was a lot back then.”

She also said earlier that her mother was the one to sing to her, but Daryl didn’t buy that. She seemed much more ruthless, especially if she was now leading this band of hostile skin wearers.

“How old were you?” he asked.

“Five,” she said with uncertainty. “Six, who knows.”

Robin’s age, he thought. He couldn’t even imagine his little girl having to see her own mother kill someone, though from Lydia’s story, it seemed like there was no other option.

“Your mom—your mom did what she had to do,” he said.

Lydia nodded in silence, as she tugged on her ear, which had been hurting her since she arrived. Daryl noticed this, and procured a bottle of pain medication from the Hilltop doctor.

He whistled, shaking the bottle and tossing it gently through the bars. The orange bottle landed by her feet, and she picked it up to examine it.

“Doesn’t have to be like that, though,” he continued. “There’s a lot of good people here. They’ll help you if you help them.”

Certainly, Daryl had changed his interrogation tactic, trying to be more compassionate to the girl, who was no more than Henry’s age, probably about sixteen. He could tell she was quite troubled, not only from years of living amongst the dead, but from some kind of trauma.

She fiddled with the bottle of medicine in her hand, then looked up at Daryl through the bars. “Can I have some water?”

He rose from his chair to fetch a ladle full of water from the bucket behind him. Lydia stood at the bars of her cell, waiting for Daryl to hand her the ladle, but he only held it an inch or so away.

“What, you think I’m gonna hit you with it or something?”

He huffed, and eyed her suspiciously as he brought it closer to her.

She cradled the piece of metal in her hand for a moment, bringing it to her lips, but moved her other hand quickly to swat at Daryl.

The ladle and the water fell to the floor with a clatter, and Daryl moved quickly to dodge her hand, and grabbed her arm to see a tinge of red poking out from under her sleeve.

Moving her sleeve up as he held her arm by force, he revealed a smattering of red, bruised streaks on the inside of her forearm. They weren’t recent, but they hadn’t scarred over yet, still he recognized what it must’ve been from.

She pulled her arm back inside the cell quickly, as she spat in Daryl’s face. In frustration, she tucked herself back in the far corner of the cell, and Daryl left her again, deeming it too volatile a situation for him to continue until later.

After nightfall, he returned, this time with the thin branch of a birch tree. He had a theory, he had told you in between the interrogations. A theory that he believed could explain the bruises.

“You know,” he said, approaching Lydia’s cell, “some dads would come up with any excuse… just to beat the shit out of their kids.”

He started peeling off the dried leaves from the branch as he spoke. “Maybe they’re drunk, maybe they can’t get drunk. Belts are good, but these assholes, they ain’t picky. They’ll use whatever’s lyin’ around. But a good switch from a birch tree… That’ll work.”

He held up the branch, eying Lydia to see if it sparked something. “Your dad sounds a lot like one of those dads,” he continued to say. “‘Cept the part where he sang to you when you were scared. Those dads… They like it when you’re scared. Thing is, that’s the only part of your story that didn’t sound like bullshit. Now, you knew exactly what this was when I walked down here, and those bruises on your arm, they come from a beating. So let me ask you, if your dad’s dead, who gave ‘em to you?”

“My mom,” she said.

He knew it.

“Where is she?”

She flashed a small, slightly sinister smile. “Be glad you don’t know.”

“Where is she?” he asked again, this time more impatiently. “Where’s your camp?”

She remained silent.

“Why are you protectin’ her?” he asked pointedly. “Huh? You’re safer here.”

“This place isn’t real,” replied Lydia. “The world changed, and you’re all acting like it’s gonna change back. My mom walks ‘cause that’s what the dead do. It’s their world and we have to live in it.” She held her arm out and pulled up her sleeve. “And what my mom does, she does for a reason.”

“Your mom beats you because she loves you?” he asked dismissively. “That’s bullshit.”

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t. When you stay soft, people die.”

Lydia began to recount the moment her father died, when he sacrificed himself to a walker so she wouldn’t get bit. To her, that was weakness.

“You were just a little girl,” replied Daryl. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I was stupid,” she said. “I deserved to die, but my dad was soft, and now he’s the one that’s dead.”

It was something her mother must’ve told her, drilled into her head to make her believe it until it was true. That kind of emotional abuse was not unlike what Daryl had experienced in his childhood, too, both at the hands of his brother and his father.

“What was he supposed to do?” asked Daryl. “Jus’ watch his little girl get bit?” As a father, he couldn’t even bear the thought.

“When you can’t bend,” she said, “you break. He broke. He was weak, just like everyone here.”

“That’s not true,” he replied. “We’re making it better, building it back up again, changing it back.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice becoming more impassioned, and filled with misplaced confidence. “You don’t belong with these people.”

Daryl felt fire in his veins, a burning in his chest reaching his throat. He’d spent years convincing himself that he did belong here, with you and everyone else, not out there, alone and in the harsh wilderness. Anyone who questioned his belonging now, after everything he’d been through, after how much his life had changed, had a storm coming, but the strange, troubled teenager in front of him would only receive it in a cold, deathly stare.

“You’re hard,” she continued, “they’re soft.”

He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice to an eerie tone. “You don’t know shit about me.”

Robin awoke from her nap around nightfall, as Daryl was interrogating Lydia. She seemed eager to forget about the incident outside the walls, and you helped her take her mind off of it by helping her with Daryl’s bouquet for whenever he felt he had gotten enough information from the girl.

Lighting the lanterns around your trailer, you watched in delight as Robin splayed out her assortment of flowers on the coffee table, and had a thoughtful look on her face as she arranged them in the small glass vase you provided her.

She chewed her bottom lip and squinted her eyes just as her father did, and it amused you to no end how much she looked like him, and how much the two of them were both such perfectionists when it came to certain things—Daryl with mechanics and his crossbow, Robin with arts and crafts. Both of them were immensely creative.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you thought.

As she set aside her completed arrangement, you were about to sit down and help her construct a flower crown of bachelor’s buttons for Daryl until a knock came at the door.

To your surprise, it was Henry, looking rather downcast and upset. You knew Daryl had let him out earlier, which you supported, since Daryl had been keeping in there longer than you suggested for his punishment, but he hadn’t come back to the trailer, and you assumed he just wanted his space. Besides, what was there to say to the boy, other than that you were disappointed? Daryl and Earl had already given him those talks, and you weren’t about to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Henry,” you said. “Hi… Is everything all right?”

He nodded. “Can I come in?”

You tilted your head and smiled. “Of course. You live here. Well, temporarily. Come in.”

You sat him down on the couch, and made him a cup of tea while he helped Robin with her flower crown.

“It’s for my daddy,” she said proudly, twirling the stem of one of the flowers around the wire you had given her for the base of the crown. “Do you want one?”

He smiled. “Um, sure.”

She excitedly lifted herself from the couch and reached over to grab her basket. “I think you’d look nice with daisies,” she said matter-of-factly. “Daisies and dandelions.”

“Robin,” you said, carefully handing Henry his cup, “let him pick his own flowers. Maybe he doesn’t want daisies and dandelions.”

She raised her eyebrows in questioning. “What kind of flowers do you want, Henry?” She tilted her basket forward to show him the array of choices. “Don’t take any of the blue ones, they’re for Daddy.”

He shook his head in amusement. “You know what, daisies and dandelions sound great, Robin.”

She smiled shyly, a rose color blossoming on her plump, childlike cheeks as they often did when she spoke with people she didn’t know too well. The duality of her ever-growing personality continued to amaze you—the stark contrast between her gregariousness and her introverted tendencies. Seeing her grow was truly fascinating.

“Okay,” she said, and turned to put the last cornflower in Daryl’s crown before beginning Henry’s, which she couldn’t finish before she began dozing off on the couch.

You grunted as you picked her up, her limp, half-asleep body loosely clinging to her white rabbit’s arm as you carried her to her bed, then tucked her in and kissed her forehead. You closed the curtain between the room where all your beds were and the living area, then sat yourself on the armchair across from Henry.

“So I’m assuming you learned your lesson?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I guess… Really sucks being down there, all cooped up.”

You nodded, remembering living in prison cells for half a year, though you were fortunate in that you could get out whenever you wanted to.

“Well, next time you’ll think before getting drunk like that. It might seem fun at first, but soon you find yourself doing stupid things you’ll regret the next morning. It’s best just to steer clear of alcohol, trust me.”

“I will,” he said.

You were silent for a few moments, picking at the cuticle of your thumb until you ventured to say something.

“Daryl told me you two had a little disagreement,” you began. “What was that about?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t Daryl tell you?”

“It’s good to get both sides of the story,” you reasoned. “I’m assuming you weren’t just being a ‘snot-nosed little brat,’ but I could be wrong.” You flashed him a teasing smile.

He scoffed. “Yeah, and he was being an asshole.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “He can be an asshole.” But he’s my asshole, you thought, and then quickly realized that didn’t quite sound right. “He told me he heard you telling Lydia about the Kingdom, that that’s why he took you out of your cell.”

Henry lowered his head. “Yeah, that’s true. I don’t think she’s a bad person, though… I mean, she doesn’t seem like a bad person.”

“Appearances can be deceiving,” you said. “I know you want to see the good in people, I’m like that too, but I’ve also trusted a lot of people who I shouldn’t have ever trusted, so you have to be careful, not trust too easily. This girl could be dangerous.”

He shook his head. “But she isn’t. She’s just scared, and it doesn’t help that Daryl’s being a dick to her… What do you see in that asshole, anyway?”

You raised an eyebrow, then let out a snort, to which Henry smirked at you.

“Oh, boy,” you sighed. “Well, lots of things. Where you see an asshole, I see a person who’s trying to keep us all safe. He’s a protector, and he’s loyal… He cares about his family, not just me and Robin, and Dog… but you, and your mom, and everyone else. Beyond that, he makes a great squirrel stew.”

Henry went to bed after a while, opting to sleep in the bed you prepared for him in your trailer for the first time since he’d come to Hilltop.

Daryl came home shortly after his conversation with Lydia, which ended on a sour note.

“There ain’t no helpin’ that girl,” he said to you that next morning, sitting with you on the couch and lacing up his boots. “She ain’t my problem no more.”

You nodded as you worked on Robin’s flower crown. You took the liberty of hiding Daryl’s crown and his bouquet in the kitchen cupboards until she awoke to give them to him, but you wanted her to have one of her own, too.

“Henry seems to like her,” you said. “He trusts her, for whatever reason.”

He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, as you admired his old mannerism. “‘Er mom beats her,” he said, and looked at you seriously. “Hits ‘er with a stick, and makes her think she deserves it, that it makes her strong. She tells her that people like us are weak, soft… Dunno what we’re gonna do with her, but we ain’t sendin’ her back to that. No one deserves that, don’ care how messed up they are.”

Dog rose from his place by your feet, and nuzzled his head unto Daryl’s hands, noticing how a sadness had overcome him.

You placed the last daisy in Robin’s flower crown and set it aside before leaning forward to pet Dog’s back as Daryl massaged the canine’s pointed ears.

“How could someone do that to their child?” you asked quietly, as if asking no one in particular, because you knew there was no logical answer. “What kind of monster…” You trailed off, remembering the pain and suffering inflicted upon Daryl as a child. “Tara will figure out what to do with her. I just hope this doesn’t start something, having her here.”

Daryl sighed and turned his head to look at you, a small, comforting smile on his tired face. Wavy brown locks framed his high, almost elf-like cheekbones, and the scruff on his chin appeared to have even more gray patches than you remembered. Still, he always looked the same to you—beautiful.

“Don’ worry,” he said, removing one hand from Dog and grasping yours. “It’ll work out, always does. Jus’ gotta worry ‘bout Robin and Henry now. Few weeks, I’ll bet Henry’ll be jus’ fine on his own, and we can go back home.”

You flipped his hand around and traced his little stick-and-poke skull tattoo on the back of his hand. “Since when did you become the optimistic one?” you asked with a smile, getting lost in the inky design.

He lifted your chin with his other hand, and you heard Dog let out a little whine at the lack of Daryl’s pets. He kissed your nose, to which you giggled at the scratchiness of his sparse, stubbly beard on your lips.

“Since I found you,” he said. “Made me realize how nice it can be.”

You furrowed your brow at him. “How nice what can be?”

He shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Bein’ alive.”

The more time Daryl spent with you, the more romantic he became. You couldn’t say you minded. You leaned forward to kiss him, closing your eyes and feeling your eyelashes tickle his. As you parted lips, he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Forgot to ask ya how the flower pickin’ went,” he said.

You looked down at your feet and sighed, still holding Daryl’s shoulders. “It went well… Robin had a nice time. It’s just… Well, she saw some walkers.”

He nodded solemnly as he thought.

“Dog chased after them,” you continued, now looking at the canine on the floor, who rested his chin upon your foot. “I had no choice, I had to kill them in front of her, before they could get to Dog.”

“Was always gonna happen,” he said. “Like you said, we can’t keep ‘er inside forever, and if she starts goin’ outside more, she’s bound to see ‘em. How’d she handle it?”

“Well, she was terrified, of course. When we got back, she asked me if those were the monsters Judith told her about. What else was I supposed to tell her? I explained to her where they came from, at least, the basics… I didn’t know what I was doing, but I had to tell her something, and I couldn’t lie to her anymore.”

“Was never lyin’,” he said. “Jus’... not tellin’ her. You did good.”

“Now we’ve just got to teach her how to kill them,” you said, and Daryl had the reaction you assumed he’d have—eyes wide and filled with anxiety.

“One goddamn step at a time,” he said. “She’s just a baby.”

You smiled and squeezed his shoulders. “She’s five years old, honey. That’s really young, but that’s about how old Judith was when she started learning. I don’t want her to grow up, either, but I don’t think we have much of a choice.”

He scoffed. “I know. Like to hold it off for as long as possible, though. Not puttin’ one of those undead assholes near our little girl till it feels right.” He nodded to himself, as if in confirmation.

“You’re right,” you said. “I just hope you come up with a technique other than throwing a walker head at her.”

He raised an eyebrow, and tried to hold back a laugh so as not to wake Robin. “Worked didn’t it?”

You snorted, and out of the corner of your eye you saw little Robin, stumbling forward and rubbing her eyes as she usually did when she first woke up. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Daryl, and smiled widely. “Hi, Daddy,” she said. She hadn’t seen him since yesterday morning, as he’d been on interrogation duty all day yesterday, with only brief intervals to let you know how it was going.

He beamed at his little ray of sunshine. “Hey, sweetheart.”

She was about to skip over to him, but quickly remembered her presents for him. “Mommy, where are—”

You rose to your feet and jogged to the kitchenette. “I’ve got them,” you said, pulling out the objects and holding them behind your back as you walked over to her. “Close your eyes!” you said to Daryl, making sure he did so before handing the bouquet and the flower crown to Robin.

She exchanged her white bunny rabbit and happily skipped over to Daryl. Dog watched in fascination as she reached up to place the rudimentary ring of blue flowers upon her father’s head. He let out a chuckle at the feeling, and straightened the crown when it started to fall, his eyes closed all the while.

Robin held the bouquet with both hands now, looking nearly cross-eyed at the thing to make sure it looked perfect for him. “Okay,” she said. “Open your eyes.”

He blinked exaggeratingly, and his eyes and mouth widened in surprise at the bouquet of flowers in front of him, with flowers of every color, but a special attention paid to the blue cornflowers, which stuck out at every angle. The arrangement was much more sloppy and crude than your bouquets you put around the house, but he loved it nevertheless.

At this moment, you wished you had brought your film camera—you would have loved to capture Daryl’s joyful face.

“Wow!” he said, taking the glass jar in his hands and studying every inch of it. “You made this just for me, birdie?”

She nodded shyly, shrugging her shoulders and smiling a small, close mouthed grin. “And your crown.”

His eyes raised as he took in the edges of the indigo petals protruding above his head. “I love it,” he said, and looked back down at Robin. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. She was always so good at her manners. She pointed at the crown upon his head. “Mommy said they’re… um…”

You folded your arms and laughed. “Bachelor’s buttons,” you said.

“Yes,” she said with a nod of her head.

Daryl carefully placed the jar of flowers on the coffee table, and opened his arms up for a hug, which Robin gladly accepted, throwing her arms around his neck as she usually did, and kissing his cheek before he kissed hers. “I love you,” he said.

“Love you, too, Daddy.”

Yeah, you really wished you had brought your camera.

Daryl made one last attempt to talk to Lydia again that morning, this time joined by Henry, whom Lydia seemed to trust. She revealed more about her mother, about how her mother would never come looking for her, because that simply wasn’t what people in her group did. Alarmingly, she revealed more about her mother, how her father wasn’t really bitten by a walker to save her, but that her mother made her believe that, when really she had murdered her father right in front of her. Years of being brainwashed changed her perspective of her own past.

“So this whole time,” Henry said to Daryl as they walked away from the cellar, “Lydia’s mom made her think it was her fault her dad died?”

Daryl stopped in his tracks.

“Why would a mom do that to a kid?” Henry continued to ask.

Daryl thought back to something you had said back at the farm, when the two of you bonded over having at least one not-so-great parent.

“Some people just ain’t meant to be parents,” he said, repeating the phrase you’d said. He remembered almost everything you’d ever said.

“So what happens now?” asked Henry. “Can she stay here with us?”

Daryl thought for a moment, and knew the answer Henry wanted to hear, though it might not have been the most realistic one. He compromised. “We’ll see. Should get ‘er some fresh clothes. I’ma talk to Tara, see about that camp.” He began to trudge towards the Barrington House, when Henry called out his name.

“Hey, Daryl?” he said, to which Daryl turned and looked back at the young man. “I’m glad you and my mom are friends.”

Not five minutes later, as you exited your trailer with Robin, intent on helping out with the milling of the grains for the day, and showing the little girl a thing or two about the process, you heard Tara shout out Daryl’s name from the guard post.

Turning frantically, you saw Daryl running towards you, and stopping abruptly to push you back towards the trailer. He had no idea what was going on, all he knew was that something must’ve been happening at the front gate in order to elicit Tara calling for him.

“Get inside,” he said sternly, looking you in the eye briefly before continuing to jog to the guard tower.

“Magna!” you heard Yumiko yell to the other newcomer.

You held Robin behind you as you watched the two climb the post, and in your intrigue you desperately wanted to stay and see what was going on yourself, but you didn’t want Robin to see anything more of the part of the world you weren’t ready for her to see just yet.

Turning to see the other children retreating into the school trailer with the Hilltop teacher, who made eye contact with you as she rushed them in, you grabbed the girl by the shoulders and lowered yourself to her level.

“I want you to go with the other children,” you said.

“But—”

“No buts.”

“What’s happening, Mommy?” She looked with frightened eyes at the guard post, watching her father as he peered over the gate.

You turned her cheek, diverting her gaze back to you. “I don’t know,” you said. “But I need you to do as I say. Go. I’ll get you when everything’s safe.” You kissed her forehead and sent her with the other children. It was the constant struggle of being a mother, knowing when to stay with your child and when to fight. Either way, you were doing it for her safety, to save her life.

Daryl stood atop the lookout with Tara, Magna, and Yumiko, looking down upon a strange sight—several living people in tattered garb and walker skin masks standing just outside the gates. A maskless woman, with pale, sickly skin and a shaved head, came forward through the crowd.

She looked up at the four of them, and spoke loudly and with a straightforward, deep southern accent. “I am Alpha,” she said. “And we only want one thing from you.”

Daryl glared down at her, having a deep, penetrative feeling in his bones telling him that this was the deranged mother of Lydia’s confused and traumatic stories, the woman who led these… skins.

When she spoke again, he knew this was the beginning of something terrible, because he wasn’t willing to give her what she wanted. As a father, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.

“My daughter,” she said.

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You were being bullied. Everyone in this damned school knew.

They would watch as you get shoved into lockers, slapped, kicked and verbally abused. Not doing a damned thing...

All except One student.

And you were trying your best to prevent him from hearing anything about it.

Jotaro had been absent from school for a while and you wanted nothing more for him to come back and find out this was going on with you. You knew how the male could be and the last thing you needed was him getting arrested for putting more kids in the hospital.

So when he entered school with Kakyoin, you felt all the color drain from your face.

You did your best to avoid him and maneuver through the crowd of people running to welcome him back. Even your trio of bullies were lined up to welcome him back as they were his biggest ‘fans’. You winced as you moved past them, your class in sight until you heard a loud “ORA”

You whipped your head to see Star Platinum hovering over the crowd and over to you. Your fight or flight kicked in and you took off to the stairwell not wanting to be seen by the stand. It took several excuse me’s and sorry’s for you to reach the empty stairwell and collapse to the crowd.

You took in several deep breaths before turning to see the stand right behind you with a big smile on his face. You gave a fake smile, wincing loudly in pain as you were hugged by the stand. He let go immediately after hearing your wince, floating back a bit, a look of concern across his features. You tried to wave it off as nothing and tried to head down the stairs when you heard footsteps coming up to you.

“Yare Yare, If you didn’t want to see me you could’ve just said that.”

You looked up to meet the eyes of Jotaro, Star Platinum floating behind him and pointing to your sleeves. Jotaro raised an eyebrow at his stands actions before walking up to you. He took your shirt sleeve and rolled it up, his eyes widening at the sight of bruises, some older but some looking fresh. He got down on one knee so that he was down to your level, glancing at the other parts of your body.

He then stood up, and you knew that look in his eyes.

Someone was about to be hurt.

You quickly followed behind him, watching as he marched through the halls, as if already knowing who did this to you.

“Wait! Jotaro! W-”

“No.”

He gave a single answer as he reentered the halls, his eyes searching for someone. His eyes landed on the trio of girls that was the cause of your pain. Jotaro remembered from before he had to leave for Egypt how the three would cling to him and purposely make it to where he couldn’t be around you.

This would irritate him as it already took a lot for you to be around him, given his reputation around the school. And to most of the boys here, it was no secret that the tall brooding male had a thing for you as he had already gone through the task of threatening them to leave you alone. He didn’t think he would’ve had to do it with the girls too, but here we are.

When he got to the crowd, the ring leader of the girls smirked and walked up to Jotaro. “Oh Jotaro! We were talking about throwing a party-” She glared when she saw you behind her. You tried to shake your head as if to tell her to be quiet. She snarls and rolled her eyes at you.

“Oh look, it’s the little whore. I thought we already taught you a lesson not to be around-”

You winced as you saw her get shoved harshly to the ground. You were gonna help her up but Jotaro kept you behind him, glaring down at her. “Did you hurt her?” Is all he asked and she acted confused. “W-what are you talking about?!”

He leaned down and jerked her up by the shirt, bringing her to his eyes level.

“Did. You. Hurt. Her?” He asked again punctuating his words. She froze as she looked back at her two lackeys. Jotaro scoffed as he threw her back to the ground, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck with her again. And you’ll be earning yourself a trip to the morgue.”

Jotaro grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd. You stumble, trying to keep up with him, questioning where he was taking you.

“We’re going to my house. We are skipping.”

“But-”

“Kakyoin will get our work.”

Jotaro didn’t want anyone else touching you, breathing near you or anything. He leaves and suddenly you are everyones target. He knew he should’ve brought you along with them.

You were his. He was going to let everyone know that.

Jotaro smirked to himself. He had to keep you under his wing, it was obvious that you couldn’t take care of yourself.

He had to do it. He had to protect you, no matter what. No matter how many people who would have to destroy, intimidate, etc.

You were his and His alone.

And NO ONE…

Was going to take what was his.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

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no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

She blew into town one day, seemingly out of nowhere, but not without purpose. Having reasons to be there was one thing, having reasons to stay was a whole other. Lacking in the latter, there was a lot to be grateful for in that one night.

The party that cracked on in a reasonable house, she was told by her friends that’d it’d be a good one. What she wasn’t told was that this was a party that was teeming with teenagers, horny ones in spandex and rhinestones.

A long way from home and everything was different.

Lucky enough, she poured herself a cup and hunted for a spot that was more around her age. Last thing she needed was to be caught up with a hoard of 17 year-olds looking to make trouble.

Whoever owned this house also came equipped with cash, judging by the indoor pool she stepped into, eyes up and trailing along the carefully carved architrave. Eyes far too transfixed to notice the young man on the lounger.

“You came looking for me?”

The voice made her head snap towards his direction, rolled smoke resting between his lips and steadily fingering a roll of cash. Narrowing her eyes at him in hesitation, she traced her finger around the rim of her cup.

“I don’t think so?”

He took his eyes from his counting and let them cast over her, that’s probably the first thing to pique her interest. Those kind of eyes you could fall into, pretty eyelashes too that almost made her want to smile.

She knew that he knew she was staring, but he hadn’t said anything about it, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You not from around here, huh?”

Straightening up and stepping forward a bit, she got closer so she didn’t have to shout across the room.

“No sir, I drove in this morning from out East.”

He nodded more to himself than he did her, tucking the money away in his hoodie pocket before leaning back on the cushion of the lounger. He took the cigarette between his fingers and tapped off some of the ash, eyes still nonchalantly drifting over her.

“Called it, I would’a remembered you otherwise.”

In trying not to let the corners of her mouth turn into a smile, it transformed into more of a pout, bordering on a frown. There was something about this guy, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You would’ve?”

“Yeah, cause you wearing clothes,” He answered, making any expression on her face dry out. “You seen those other girls?”

Looking down her front, she had to admit that her belted trousers and high-necked tank was considerably more than what any of the high-schoolers were wearing. Shrugging her shoulders with a nod that spoke of “fair enough”, she managed to draw a chuckle out of the guy.

“That and you cute.” The inflection was so cool she almost missed it, but that wasn’t to say it was lost on her.

Scuffing her sneakers against the poolside tile, he shifted forward along his seat and watched intently at the way she no longer fought the grin on her face. Didn’t know the guy from Adam, but he was already tweaking some kind of feeling in her.

“Who you here with?”

She lifted her head and gestured back towards where the noise of the party was drifting through the door. “My friends Ocasio and Seraphine, made me come to make friends but they didn’t say they’d be teenagers.”

He nodded knowingly, muttering something about knowing them too. “They all so young, why I’m only here for business.”

So the inkling in the back of her mind that he was a drug dealer was correct, making his first comment make a lot more sense. In an attempt not to seem like a total fucking loser, she shifted the conversation.

“They said I should look for some guy, said that I’d probably like him.”

The man lifted a brow, before throwing his gaze over her shoulder in his turn to admire the architecture.

“Yeah? They give you a name, not a lot of people I don’t know.”

She thought on it for a moment, she knew it reminded her of That 70′s Show, and that is sounded remarkably fake at the time.

“Fezco, I think? If that’s even a real name?”

His shoulders bounced as he chuckled a little, eyes moving back to her own. He had one of those stares where it was intense, but there was nothing in you that wanted to look away.

“Nice to meet you too, mamas,” He lent back again and propped his foot up on the seat. “Do I get your name?”

In attempting to avoid looking like a fucking loser, she’d managed it anyways. Her cheeks burnt as she nodded with a nervous laugh, smiling out of necessity before offering him her name.

He made some remark about her still being cute, before they were cut off by a couple of young people tripping down the stairs and narrowly avoiding the pool. They made a line for Fezco, hoping to make a purchase off of him.

She couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, in the move of things she started to step back to where she came. An obvious cast of disappointment fell over her as she began to pull back from it all.

“Mamas,” That voice stopped her in her tracks. “Just lemme do this, I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

Just like that, she’d found a reason to stay. From that point on, you didn’t see her without Fezco by her side, with a hand on her lower back.

They were polar opposites, but MC. Kat said those attract so that could be said for why they’d done so well together. She was warm, kind, and so gentle it’d make your heart do fucking flips.

She was the softest thing that Fez had ever got his hands on, and he’d be damned if he was ever going to let it go. He was open with her, showed her all the bad things that he did and he’d done, and she chose to love him anyway.

If you asked Fezco, she felt like home, she was safe to come back to after a long day of doing things he wasn’t proud of. No matter how many times he made shitty choice after shitty choice, she knew the heart that rested in him was inherently better than anything.

Nothing made that heart fuller than seeing her own coming through, you want to talk big hearts? You start with her. She was the very definition of love, patient and kind, and it wasn’t uncommon for Fez to pinch himself in wonder of how he got so lucky.

The days she sat beside his grandma, holding her up as he brought the sponge along her back. Never a complaint, she’d just smile at Fezco, at the gentleness of his movements. The smile that said “I’d never want to be anywhere else.”

And if his boys were on their way around to fetch payment, nothing had to be said. She’d quietly tuck away in the bedroom, laying in silence as she daydreamed of a life where Fez was totally happy. In her visions they live in the countryside, he never has to look over his shoulder and he is forgiven.

She was always the delicate to his rough around the edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know exactly what was happening. You couldn’t mistake her kindness for stupidity.

“Mans, I don’t think you know what you getting into.” Fezco’s voice never shifted from that calm tone.

Nate Jacob’s shit eating grin made the hairs on the back of Fez’ neck stand up, the kid using his height to try and forge an ounce of intimidation. Unlucky for him, the man in front of him wasn’t a 17 year old cheerleader with daddy issues, he couldn’t scare him.

Nate would still give it his best shot.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing with me, I will fucking ruin you.” His bark through gritted teeth drifted up the hallway.

“You came to my house, ‘tryna start shit with me,” Fez never backed down, nearly chest to chest. “I never gave a fuck about you.”

The sound that came from Nate was a scoff, the disrespect was evident as he looked down on the other man. “So you’ve forgotten how you threatened my life?”

As he lifted his hand up towards Fez’ throat, he wasn’t able to clock her on his right quick enough.

She calmly padded down the hallway, shorts and her boyfriend’s hoodie draped across her body as she approached the scene before her. Left hand coming to lift the hem of the sweater and right coming to grip the glock stashed in her waistband.

By the time Nate Jacobs even knew she was there, he could already hear the safety coming off. His hand stilled as his eyes drifted over to her.

“Take another step, playboy.” Eyes staring down the slide and right at the guy in her sights. “Pick up your nuts, and get out of my house.”

Nate looked back to Fez, meeting an almost unfazed expression. His eyes came over to her and the barrel aimed between his eyes.

“The cops coming here didn’t teach you a lesson? You want them coming back here looking for guns too?”

Her laugh rolled around the room, drifting between the three of them as her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, go ahead and call the cops again,” Her grip on the pistol never faltered. “I’m sure Fezco’s boys would love to hear about the little bitch that had the pigs sniffing around their supply.”

There was no missing the way Nate’s jaw clenched at the sentiment, the thought ticking over in his head that he might’ve finally met his match. The match that he’d tried to chat up in the convenience store, right in front of Fez with his own girl in the car.

“Everyone knows your name, Jacobs,” Fez wasn’t the only one he couldn’t scare. “Would hate for it to be dropped around the wrong people.”

The quarterback brought his arm down from her boyfriend’s neck, turning to face her with the gun only following his movements. Fezco stepped off him, making his way over to his girl.

He stood behind her, chest to her back as his hands rested against her waist. Lips moments from her neck as his eyes trained back on the teenager trying to raise hell in his own living room.

“Is that a threat?” The sour expression on Nate’s face was nothing short of unattractive. She didn’t know a lot about Maddie Perez, but she knew the girl could do better.

“No, it’s a fucking warning,” In an instant the gun was turned on it’s side. “I won’t say it again, get out of my house, before I fucking kill you.”

It didn’t take much more before Nate was dragging his knuckles out of the house, door slamming behind him. At that sound, she had the safety back down and was placing the gun in Fez’ hands.

He chuckled, turning her towards him with that same grip on her hips. His hands came back to put the gun in the band of his drawers, before he was shifting to cup her face. Fezco could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks.

“Do I even ‘gotta tell you how fine you look waving my piece round like that?”

She matched his laugh, heart still beating wildly in her chest. Shaking her head, her lips came to Fezco’s, feeling the plush of his lips moving in time with hers. “I will definitely leave that up to you.”

“But you looked so good handling it, mamas.”

Brushing off his comment, she gripped his hand and lead him up to the bedroom, muttering something about him looking even better.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Fez stood in front of her, looking down at the woman who’d kill for him. He knew he’d found his absolute other half, there was no doubt about that.

He lifted the glock to her face, trailing the muzzle along her cheek before she turned her head gently and gave it a sweet kiss. He shook his head, leaning down to tuck it under their mattress.

Kneeling down before her, parting her knees so he could nestle in there, his face was so close to her own that she could feel the heat in his breath.

“You mean everything, baby, I fucking love you.”

That was what it was all about, the perfect balance that existed between them. Whilst Fezco might’ve been the guts, and she was the glory, there was no doubt that they’d always be what each other needed.

The first time in a while that Fez had felt was able to be vulnerable, was the moment he sunk into her arms after a grim night. She didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped him up in her and reassured him that she felt nothing but adoration for him.

On his part, he’d found paradise in a girl that was sweeter than an angel, but was always down to let him fuck her like a whore.

She wasn’t really down for a Halloween party, but she was always down to dress pretty and be on the arm of her man in the cleanest suit. Platform heels and a flowery mini dress, it was the godfather and the hippie, sat outside by the pool as the smoke from Fez’ blunt cast a cloud around them.

Thoughts drifted back to the moment they met, looking an awful lot like this.

Teenagers dipped in and out of the house to buy off her boyfriend, she just sat back with her legs up in his lap, feeling his fingers rubbing against her calf every now and then.

She said hello to the girls as they drifted past, but nothing felt better than when it was just the both of them, enjoying each other’s company as those under the influence stumbled around them.

Fezco let his hand drift slightly higher up her shin, calloused fingers coming to trace along the curve of her knee. She watched the movements of his touch, not ignoring the way her skin prickled underneath the graze of his nails.

Taking the blunt from his mouth, he turned to look at her fondly, hazy smile when he found her already looking back at him.

“This your song, mamas,” He referred to the Jack Harlow joint that was coming through the speakers. “You ‘gone dance for me like you do at home?”

She smirked, lifting her legs out of his lap and stepping out in front of him. “Depends if you’ve got the money to throw.”

Slowly spinning around for him, her hips swayed in a motion that he followed intently, catching onto the way her dress lifted with each movement.

“You trippin’ if you think ‘imma pay for what’s mine.”

Stopping the swing of her hips, she moved in closer to where Fezco sat with his legs spread wide. Moving between those legs, she bent over over and braced a hand on each of his knees.

“What are you tryna’ do, big man?”

Fez lent forward in his seat, lips coming to gently press to her own before he spoke in a hushed tone, better to keep his private moves private from the kids swirling around the both of them.

“I’m tryna’ blow your fucking back out.”

One thing could be said for Fezco, the man could keep his word. The minute he got her into the bedroom, large hands splayed across her hips and gripped tight enough to leave a mark.

Lips ran up the column of her throat, the graze of teeth left in the wake of his movements. Heady moans slipped off her tongue and filled the small room, coaxing Fez to move a little quicker.

His girl was getting impatient and he was never one to keep her waiting.

Turning her in his hands, he still had a mean grip on her waist as he moved her knees to perch on the edge of the bed. One large hand spread in the center of her shoulder blades as he pushed her chest down onto the mattress.

“Be a good girl and arch your back for me.”

Stomach dropping down and hips rolling back, she shook her ass for him as Fezco shifted up the hem of her dress, revealing the pretty lace she wore just for him. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart till she got even lower.

One hand came back to slap the cheek of her ass, a sorry moan ripping from her chest as he massaged over the spot. Feeling the way his thumb traveled down the line of her underwear, grazing over where she was wettest for him.

Hooking around the band of the thin panties, Fez slipped them down her legs, sucking in a breath seeing how wet she’d been for him this whole time. She shook her hips, presenting herself to him like a meal he’d been waiting to be served.

“What got you so fuckin’ needy? Or you just always begging for it?” His voice rumbled through his chest, hitting her straight between the thighs.

“It’s always you, I just need you to fuck me.”

Two thick fingers dragged up her slit as she rolled her hips back for him, eager to catch anything that felt like pleasure. This teasing was nearly killing her, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to make her work for it.

“You ‘sposed to be a good girl but you lost your manners.”

Whining out, not caring how pathetic it must’ve sounded to him, she shook her ass again. Doing whatever she could to draw him and make him give it to her like she needed.

“Please, Fezco, I fucking need you.”

The sound of his belt coming loose was like music to her ears as his thumb gently dipped into her wetness. So close to getting what she wanted, he was never good at keeping anything from her. Especially not when she looked this pretty.

She felt him run the blunt head of his cock through her wetness, resting at her entrance for a moment. Tiny cries and whimpers still fell steadily from her pouted lips, Fezco sliding his hand down her back until his fingers fixed around the back of her neck.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” With one thrust he filled her straight up. “I never felt anything like you, baby.”

Her cheek pressed against the mattress with his grip, filthy moans drifting through the air as she felt Fezco wrecking her. His other hand still gripped tight at her hip, pulling her back onto him with every thrust.

It was never better than when it was this nasty, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as he fucked her dumb, the only thing on her mind was his name as she sang it back to him.

He loved the sound of her crying out for him, pussy clenching impossibly tight around him. Fez knew every spot within her, exactly what to do to make her come apart under his hands.

“You so fuckin’ tight, mamas,” He gritted his teeth as his hand slid from her neck to grip her shoulder. “Tryna’ make me buss’ quick.”

A filthy giggle rolled straight off her tongue, before it turned right back into another cry as Fezco hit that spot just right. The hand on her hip slipped under and before she knew it, her eyes were rolling back as his fingers moved quick against her clit.

He nearly ripped a scream from her, moving his hand back to slap her pussy, before rubbing that same spot. He was going to be the death of her one day, the way he always knew exactly what he was doing.

“Baby- I’m ‘gonna- I’m ‘gonna,” Her words dropped off as she moaned for him under the pressure of it all.

“You good, ‘lemme hear it.”

Clenching like a vice around him, her whole body tensed up as the white hot feeling of her orgasm rolled over her. There was no doubt the neighbors would know about it, the way he never let up on her, had her crying out off the top of her lungs.

Fezco dipped his hand under her throat, fingers lightly fixing around it as he pulled her up to kneel. Falling back against his chest as he kept fucking her through it, her hand came back to grip his thigh.

She knew he was near his end, his hips were stuttering and the way he was groaning in her ear, she knew she had him good. Turning her head, her nose brushed against his face so her lips were moments from his skin.

“Come in me, please, baby.”

That was all it took, his arm flying around her waist as he gripped her hard to him. Hips stilling deep inside her as he filled her up, a vulgar cry from her as she felt him hot and running in her. Sliding his hand down her chest, he crossed his arms against her, nuzzling down into her neck.

“Maybe you are a good girl, huh?”

There was no doubt that she wasn’t just good, she was the best. Who else was going to sit patiently with their feet in Fezco’s lap as he counted his money and chewed through a pack of cigarettes.

Couldn’t find another girl that’d stand by his side at the town carnival, looking just as sweet as the cotton candy she was placing on her tongue as locals came asking around for their friend Molly.

Hot summer days outside the convenience store, popsicle between her lips as her sundress flutters gently in the breeze. Fezco ready to round up anyone that stared just a little too long.

Maybe it was all that candy that went past her lips, but there was never anyone who acted, or tasted that sweet.

Hearing the door shut, her mouth naturally curved into a smile. He was home, meaning he was safe, meaning she was safe and content. Fezco rounded the couch to where she sat, one arm braced behind her on the cushion as he lent down to kiss her.

Hands naturally coming to cup his chin, she felt the scratch of his beard in her palms as his mouth moved gently against her own. His shoulders dipped with a sigh, one that told her he was just as happy to be home as she was to have him.

“You seem so tired,” She cooed as she separated their lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand trailed down the front of his sweater, coming to rest on his belt. Fezco pressed her hand down, against his crotch, bringing their lips back together. As she moved her other hand to start undoing his belt, he squeezed her hands to stop them.

Placing a hand on either side of her thighs, he dropped to kneel in front of her, before wrapping his hands around her knees and parting them. Fez lifted each of her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Rough hands pushed the bottom of his hoodie, that was currently covering her, up her body and exposing her scantily clad lower half. Shallow breaths came from her as he dragged her panties down her legs, shifting her hips closer to the edge of the couch.

“This the only place I wanna’ be right now, angel.”

Her breath came across as choppy as she relaxed back into the couch, feeling big hands grip the the skin of her thighs. Fez’ head moved between her legs, pressing a kiss straight to her slit.

Hands coming to hold his head, thumbs massaging against the skin as her hips rolled forward toward his mouth. Darting his tongue out, he drew it up and along her until it came into contact with her clit.

Drawing his tongue around the nub, he felt her legs tense up against his shoulders. Fezco’s hands gently rubbed at her legs, feeling her relax once again into him.

The soft little whimpers that only she could make fueled him like nothing else, dragging his tongue quicker in an attempt to draw any sounds out of her. Her hips bucked up with the sensation of his tongue, pulling his face in closer.

“God, Fezco, you always make me feel so good.”

Humming in response, the sensation moved through her from between her thighs and deep into her. The feeling of the tip of his tongue against her clit made her toes curl up, feet running along the length of his back.

Fez wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nerves and making her call out his name. Her chest rose, arching her back off the couch as her thighs tensed around his head.

He never let up, just continued the assault on her clit as she writhed beneath his grasp. Fez couldn’t get enough of this feeling, having her wrapped around him and completely falling apart in his hands.

She couldn’t believe how lucky she got, having a man that walked straight through the doors and got on his knees for her. There was never a moment where Fez didn’t have her feeling like she was in the clouds.

Her whole body burnt hot as his tongue dipped into her, before dragging back up. Eyes falling shut and fingernails running down the back of her head, every time he moaned at the feeling it hit her straight where she needed it.

“You’re ‘gonna make me come, please don’t stop.”

Fezco’s eyes flickered up to her, watching the way her whole body moved for him and her head kept falling back in pleasure. To have her reacting so strongly to him, he hoped she couldn’t see the way his cheeks were starting to burn.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me.”

The high-pitch of her whine pierced the air as her hips stuttered against his mouth. She felt her body relax, the feeling of pleasure consuming her entirely as Fez let her ride his face out of her high.

As she came back down to Earth, he came back up to her, hand wiping down his beard and watching the glow of her face. Lazy smile across her face as she reached out for him, going back to his belt.

“You going to let me take care of you now?”

One day they’d roll out of this town together, find their peace and spend their time looking forward without a care. Until then they found peace in each other, holding one another close.

More than anything, they’d found hope in each other? That this wouldn’t be forever, that you could find forgiveness in whatever you’d done.

Whenever there was a doubt, she just echoed those words back to him with a smile, the ones that she’d never forgotten.

“I ain’t done ‘whichu yet.”

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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You just need to feel it

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst

Summary: Being hidden away from the Avengers definitely brings curiosity when you are accidently discovered by one of them.

Word count: 5.6k

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Being one of the most rich people in the world daughter, definitely has its own benefits along with flaws, one of them being that when people heard your surname they instantly think you are the most spoiled kid on earth, when in reality you practically don't even know your parents.

People think you overexaggerate, like how can you not know your parents? But it's the truth, at a young age you have been practically given up to Tony Stark, he is intelligent and has his weakness when it comes to sponsoring his businesses to which your parents agreed to with one condition.

That Tony takes you as they never had time in the world to babysit you, so Tony became the father figure you always lacked. He taught you many things along with his passion of building, with each lesson you become better which is why you are currently working for Tony.

You practically have the same knowledge as him so when he is busy or needs another person's perspective he asks you to help and you do it with gratefulness.

When your parents noticed that you are starting to become a potential, they asked Tony to keep you discreet but would regularly check up on you, not that they would even try to interact with you but you didn't really care.

You were fine with Tony being the only father figure, soon when Pepper came into Tony's life, she was like the mother you always dreamed off, she always supported you and loved spending time with you when Tony was busy with his meetings.

Since you were stuck in the same place at all the times, you wanted to explore but you were forbidden from doing so, you knew no one could find out about you or Tony could get into big trouble with your parents.

You heard of the Avengers and their work, but you and Tony were behind the inventions so they could succeed against enemies three times their size.

It would've been one of those days where Tony would disappear from the team and spend some of his time with you, catching up or helping you with studying.

You was sat at your desk, the room was connected to the lab where you and Tony would come up with creations, the lab had a window that was tinted so only the person inside could see outside of it which was useful, as you could watch people walk past and no one would know you are even there.

The room of course was filled with things that could never bore you but it did bore you. You couldn't leave anywhere because if there was a picture leaked, your parents would be furious, so you were basically locked like Rapunzel but you couldn't escape.

"How are you, kid?" Tony asked as he walked inside the room, taking a double look in the hall to make sure no one saw him.

You nodded as you looked at him "Like any person who is locked inside a room their whole life"

He laughed a little as he made his way towards you "I'm sure it is very entertaining"

"Yeah, I'm so entertained as you can see" You pointed towards your books.

He sat on the desk as he leaned over to see what you were studying "Biology? What's so fascinating about that?"

You rolled your eyes, you would think someone like Tony would be somewhat interested in facts about science "It's interesting, like the human body has 12 systems. Don't tell me this isn't impressive?"

He smiled at you "You need another hobby, kiddo"

You playfully rolled your eyes "And you need to let me explore this building"

His smile fell a little, he knew that this is inhumane to keep you in a room locked and no one could find out about you "Under different circumstances, that would be possible"

You stood up from the chair as you kept your gaze on him "I know, it's okay though, as long as you keep hanging around I'm sure I will be fine"

He nodded slightly with a sad smile "If it only was up to me, you would be able to just walk freely"

"I don't understand, why don't they just let you adopt me, they barely even talk to me, you have been more of a parent to me than they ever were"

He looked at you, he always cared about you, even if you weren't his daughter by blood, he always considered you as one along with Pepper "I wonder that as well.."

The silence started to settle but he cleared his throat, throwing one of his famous smiles and pulling you into him with his hand over your shoulder as he walked towards the lab "I started to come up with this prototype and then I noticed something and I wanted to ask you about it"

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The time with him went by so quickly, he didn't even notice that he was gone for so long, he gave you a hug which was something that was so foreign to you until he took you, you still wasn't used to it especially since you barely received them but you grew fond of them.

The team started to get suspicious of Tony's disappearances, at first they thought he was sneaking off to see Pepper but that went out of the window when she walked into the Avengers tower and asked about him, indicating that she had no clue where he was.

They wanted to find out what he has been doing all that time, they checked every room they could possibly think off, but it came back short. They even asked Friday but that programmed thing always gave the same answer 'It's confidential' which only just fuelled the team.

Correction; Most of the team, by most that was Sam, Bucky, Thor and Natasha and the rest didn't really care until the four never came up with any explanation to why Tony had to disappear.

Steve only took interest when Sam really insisted and came up with some theory that Tony has a second woman on the side with a whole family, obviously there was no evidence to support that.

"I still think Wanda should look into his head" Thor came back with some sort of drink in his hand as he reclaimed his seat.

There was a slight laugh "There is no way I'm doing that, I respect that man too much, you guys are on your own"

All of them looked towards Wanda who heard Thor and they just sighed knowing that she won't do it, no matter how much they would beg.

"Natasha is a spy, can't she like follow Tony one day and just see where he always wonders off to?" Wanda asked as she sat down next to Steve who was scribbling something down on his notepad.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other with a slight smirk as they both looked at Natasha, who already knew that there would be no way out of this "Natashaaaaa..." Sam dragged her name out in an attempt to get to her " The witch is right, just follow him, you are like a super sneaky spy."

Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor spoke up again after taking a sip of his drink "That could save us a lot of time"

Natasha looked at Wanda who had a small smirk across her lips "You welcome" The witch mouthed which caused a glare to be thrown her way from the Russian.

She eventually agreed, especially when they would follow her everywhere, annoying her until she would crack. The famous black widow for once didn't threaten her team mates since she was as curious as them.

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She has been following Tony all day, sneaking around, hanging from the ceiling and just watching his every move, she was close to giving up but that's when she noticed a door appear from the wall, from the outside it looked like any wall but that's where you would be with Tony all the time.

Tony looked around and walked inside and then the door disappeared. Natasha, feeling of satisfaction washed over her, had a smirk across her lips, finally that's where he has been hiding all this time.

She expected, some embarrassing place where Tony stored away his secrets that she could tease him about, so when he walked out again couple minutes after, she took the opportunity and snuck inside the room.

She was slightly disappointed when she just found a lab but her eyes caught a movement from the opened door, across from where she was, she quietly made her way there as she looked around. It was just a bedroom with a lot of fun stuff.

She observed you as you was sat on your bed with a book in hand so she decided to speak up "Now who can you be, gorgeous?"

Natasha never failed to notice how attractive you were, the way your hair would be pushed behind the both of your ears, in her eyes you looked young but old enough.

You jumped up from the unfamiliar voice, eyes fixated at the redhead in front, you knew this was bad, she shouldn't be here and now that she has seen you, this will only be a big problem.

Just like you jinxed Tony walked in and his eyes widen at the sight of the redhead "Romanoff what the hell are you doing here?"

She eagerly span on her hill as she faced him with a smirk "So that's where you have been hiding out"

"How did you even get in?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, you looked clueless as well.

"The door closes too slow, I just walked in. But who is that?" Natasha simply explained but her attention changed towards you with a smile.

He stood in front of her as he covered you "That's not your business, you shouldn't even be here-"

Natasha walked around, making her way towards you as she extended her hand towards you "I'm Natasha but you can call me Nat, sweetheart"

Her attempt at flirting with you only irritated Tony "Romanoff, I swear if you don't take a step back from her, you'll regret it" He tried to stick to his threat but Natasha knew him too well.

You looked at Tony "Dad, does that mean am I in trouble?"

Natasha's eyes widen as she repeated what you said "Dad?!"

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at you with a small smile "Of course not" His eyes darted back to Natasha "But she will be"

You would be lying if you didn't think that some of the Avengers were pretty good looking, you never was in a relationship for obvious reasons but there would be times you would imagine yourself in one, not that you knew much about them but the films and books seem to give you some sort of an idea.

Natasha mumbled as her eyes narrowed "Maybe Sam was right about you having a secret family"

"Secret family? Have you guys been creating some sort of theories about me? What the hell are you guys doing?" He sounded more than irritated.

"Does Pepper know about you having a secret daughter?" She asked with her arms crossed.

Natasha might have been viewed at scary and unlovable for not more than her body but that doesn't mean she didn't have her own view on some subjects, she just never voiced them.

"She knows-" He paused as he huffed from irritation "I don't have to explain myself to you"

You watched as your eyes darted from one to another as they spoke so you decided to interrupt them "I'm trying to read..."

Natasha's gaze fell on you, she had a small smirk playing across her lips "You know that bed looks more than comfortable-"

"Out!" Tony shouted over Natasha as he pointed towards the exit, she finally given in and with a smirk she walked out and Tony followed but not before he sent you an apologetic look.

They both made it to a private room, out of hearing from anyone. Tony leaned on the door as Natasha stood not far from him, he sighed with a defeated look "Can you keep this to yourself? I will pay you or something"

The redhead with a hint of genuine emotion "You don't have to pay me, I will keep this to myself you don't have to worry but"

He dread that 'but', he knew there was a catch, Natasha continued "Who is that?"

He pushed himself off the door and sat on the table as he looked at Natasha "It's not my place to say, but her parents decided to give her to me and here she is, no one can know so just make up a lie or something"

He seems upset in a way and just like that walked out of the room and went back to you, Natasha's eyes followed him as she felt a little guilty for invading his privacy.

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Everyone from the team apart from Tony were waiting for Natasha to return with some hopeful news. She wasn't expecting literally everyone to be tuned in.

She was taken back as she made it into the living room, they were waiting with excitement written all over their faces "So?" one of them spoke up.

The redhead crossed her arms as she raised her eyebrows perfectly "You guys just sat here and waited for me to come back?"

They shrugged and just said 'yes' which just made Natasha shake her head at their nosiness "Well I found nothing, he was busy with his meetings all day." She paused as they all groaned "Maybe there literally is nothing"

Wanda tilted her head at Natasha, she knew she had an advantage over the team, especially if they tried to lie, so when Natasha excused herself the witch took the opportunity to follow her.

"Wait up, Natasha" Wanda spoke from behind her as she caught up to her.

She turned to face Wanda as she raised her brows at her "What's up?"

Wanda looked around and with a swift motion, pushed them both into a room that wasn't familiar, from the sudden move it caused Natasha to slightly gasp from shock as this wasn't what she expected.

"What the hell Wanda!"

Wanda looked with an innocent smile "Sorry, I just wanted to be out of range of everyone"

"Why?" Natasha simply asked, not sure to why Wanda suddenly wants to talk.

"What did you find out?" The witch didn't beat around the bush, she came out with it straight away.

"I'm not sure what you are referring to?" The Russian tried to play dumb.

Wanda rolled her eyes "You might be able to fool them but remember I can still read your mind"

Natasha sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned on a little table that was behind her "Not much, there is hidden room where he keeps some girl who claims to be his daughter, the thing is that is definitely not his daughter. You can't say anything, he asked me not to and I'm only telling you because I don't want you to go inside my head"

Wanda liked the fact that she was somewhat feared by the Widow, she powerful but she would never try to hurt her team mates; scrap that, her family so she just nodded.

"We have a new addition!" Wanda clapped her in excitement "If you need help or anything, I'm here"

Natasha smiled at the witch and nodded and thanked the witch, they both went back to what they were doing; Natasha coming up with a way to find out more about you and Wanda went back to pity the boys.

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It was one of those days for the team, where there would be no missions as Stark had a lot of business stuff to take care off with his company. He needed someone to keep an eye out for you, he would've asked Pepper but she was busy for that day so the only person that popped in his head was Natasha.

He walked into the area where everyone had their own get together to just relax after a chaotic week, he spotted the redhead sipping on beer "Looks like everyone is getting comfortable today"

They looked at Tony who was in a suit rather than something more comfortable "Shame you can't spend it with us" Steve spoke first, he was the only one who wasn't exactly drunk but he wasn't sober either.

Tony shook his head as he smiled "Well, nothing I can do unfortunately. Which reminds me, Romanoff I have a mission for you actually"

The team groaned at his words, Natasha was really liked as she would be able to drink so much and not get drunk, she would barely even reach the drunk state, so having her attend a mission made the team a little moody.

She nodded as she finished off her beer and stood up to follow Tony, she remembered not having any missions, she always double checks so she is never behind anything.

"What mission?" Those were the only words that left the Russian.

Tony sighed, knowing that this is the only way out "I need you to keep an eye out on that room"

The redhead crossed her arms as she listened to him "What do you want me do?"

He handed her a card "I want you to be causation, in case something happens and I'm not here. Do not go in there and disturb her, she has some stuff to do"

Natasha nodded as she looked down at the card "This is to open the door?"

He nodded and smiled at Natasha as he reached for her shoulder and squeezed it "Good luck"

Natasha watched Tony disappear and sighed, she never was the one to break rules but she really wanted to hang out with you, there was something about you that pulled her in and there wasn't a waking second that she wouldn't want to spend with you.

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The Russian did as she was told, she kept an eye out for the room and observed it in a distance to make sure that everything was okay, it was quite boring, but she had her phone to occupy her time, she received some messages from Steve and Sam, showing her what she was 'missing'.

She was going to reply until she heard footsteps, she peaked and saw you with a hood up, waiting for the elevator to come, she smirked as she leaned on the door frame "Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"

You didn't jump this time, you looked over at her and rolled your eyes as you whispered "Are you stalking me or something?"

The Russian crossed her arms, she knew what to do "Wouldn't you like to know!"

You raised your brows at her shouting, it would attract attention of people close by, meaning you would be spotted, so you marched your way towards her as you walked inside where she was camping out to hide.

"Can't you be quiet?" The way you spoke to her as if you knew her would straight away be a death wish for you but somehow you wasn't scared of her.

She looked out to see if anyone was coming and closed the door behind, trapping you inside with her "I could've been if you were nicer"

You sighed defeatedly as you looked down "Right, I'm sorry.." by the time you were done speaking, you looked up at her as she was analysing you.

"Where were you going to go?" She asked with no hesitation in her tone, she was a little different to the people you met, she wanted to find out why you did what you did rather than punish you straight away.

"I wanted to just leave that room, I never have the chance to do that and I thought today was my chance but" You paused as you eyed her "Clearly not"

The redhead felt hot as you eyed her but she hid it well "Okay, come with me"

You raised your brows at her but smiled as you put your hood up and you followed her like a puppy, you didn't know the place and if the worlds most deadly assassin was going to take you around, you knew it would be best to stick with her.

The two of you made it to the roof top, you never went anywhere your whole life, always stuck in that room or met your parents in some plain white meeting room to discuss what would be best for you.

As you stood near the door, you looked around to see the city and how beautiful it was, it was the first time you saw anything that pretty, usually you would only stare at one view from your room and that eventually got boring.

The Russian chuckled at you and made her way towards the edge of the building, placing herself on the floor, you did join her but sat a little further away from the edge.

You looked down and saw multiple cars go by but from far they looked like toys, the way you observed everything melted Natasha's heart, she never witnessed anyone being so happy whilst looking down a huge tall building.

Natasha shook her head a little with a small smile which caught your attention "What you smiling at?"

She looked at you with the same smile "I never seen someone be so happy whilst looking down to potential death" She teased a little.

You looked away from her and bluntly responded "If you were locked inside a room for your whole life, things like this would amuse you as well"

There was a pause in between, the Russian tried to come up with something to say without wanting to invade your privacy "How did you not go insane?"

You laid down on your back as you stared at the stars above "Hope"

You replied with one word which only interested Natasha even more "Hope for what?"

"For this.." You pointed up at the sky and she understood. You hoped one day you'll be able to just walk around.

She took a deep breath as she laid next to you and looked at your side profile "Why are you not allowed to leave that room?"

You looked at her, meeting her eyes trying to embed into your memory the way her eyes looked at you "Because that's my life"

"Surely Tony wouldn't be this cruel to not let you leave his side" She spoke trying to crack you a little bit more.

You chuckled "No, Tony is the best father figure you could ask for. It's just that my parents have a tight hold over him and if I mess that up, they will literally lock in inside a prison or something"

Natasha's eyes never left your face, it was like she was in some trance "So Tony isn't your biological dad?" The redhead asked, she knew that he wasn't but she wanted to know more from you.

You shook your head from side to side "I wish, he has been more of a parent to me than my own ever were"

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" Natasha stated softly, making sure you didn't think she was forcing you.

You gave her a smile "I know, but you seem like you want to know unlike everyone else"

She frown at your answer "What do you mean? People don't listen to you?"

You shook your head "Nope, no one cares either"

"I do" It was the most quietest 'I do' you ever heard.

"You are the only one"

She was quiet as she was processing your words, so you continued "My parent's never actually cared about me, but I don't really care, what I care is that they locked me and don't allow me to do whatever I want"

"You talk about your parents as if they are really powerful, who are they?" She asked curiously, not to be nosy but to know more about you.

You looked away, scared about the judgement from her "My name is Y/n Y/l/n"

She looked at you with disbelief "So you're the spoiled kid of the Y/l/n family?" She asked with a surprised tone.

You knew this would happen, the news never shut up about you and your weird disappearance so you nodded and she sat up from the disbelief "That's bullshit, you don't seem to be spoiled"

You raised your eyebrows at her "Am I not? Have you not seen my room?"

She rolled her eyes "Well do you expect to be locked in a room with just a bed and couple books? I think that's a reasonable room for someone who has been forced to stay in it"

You sat up as you listen to her defend you as if she knew you, so you simply smiled "Thank you"

She looked at you as her emotions were quick to cool down "For what?"

"For taking me here and listening to me, I never had friends before, to be fair I never met anyone near my age" You nervously played with your fingers as you admitted it to her.

She smiled as she stood up and extended her hand towards you so she can help you stand up "Well we aren't done.. that's if you still want to hang with me"

You took her hand as she pulled you up "Please, anything to not spend another minute in that room"

She smiled as the both of you slowly started to walk towards the exit of the roof "If you want, there is a small get together with the Avengers, we can tag along with them"

You looked at her side profile this time, if you didn't have to reply to her, you would most likely be speechless by her beauty "Do you think they will know who I am?"

She waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry, I will put them back in their place if they say anything rude"

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And that's how it started, you both attended the get together, you met wonderful people and for the first time in your life you tried alcohol. The team was more than happy to have you in their circle and shortly they learnt who you were, it wasn't possible to hide anything from them plus you were on the news practically all the time but they never judged you but more opposite, they loved you.

Thor even called you Lady Y/n and you really liked it, they treated you like any other person and you could've been more grateful for that, Natasha walked you to your room and stayed until you fell asleep, she stayed to ensure that you would actually fall asleep but also to watch as you slowly relaxed every muscle in your body.

From that moment, she only started to fall for you even more, the more you opened up the more she was in awe at how brave you had become but it was the moment when you stood up to your parents in front of her that she realised she really likes you.

It was one of those days where she sneaked inside your room and you loved it, the two of you would spend time watching movies that she loved and movies that you loved, or watch movies the both of you hated and just made comments on it.

You gotten comfortable around Natasha and she respected you like you respected her, you wasn't sure whether what you felt was friendly or romantic, your heart would always skip a beat when her arm would brush against yours or when she laughed so hard at something you said and she gripped your arm or hand it just made you miss her touch after.

"I don't understand why they even go towards that stupid sound, I would turn around and just walk off" You commented as you were irritated at the scene on the TV.

The Russian chuckled slightly "That's because you are a wuss, of course you would run away"

You rolled your eyes at her as you looked over "Please, as if you wouldn't. Just because you are THE Black Widow, it doesn't make you less of a human"

She looked over at you curiously "So you're saying everyone would be scared?"

You nodded confidently "Oh for sure, if someone just barged inside here, you would jump for sure"

And that's what happened, someone DID barge in but it was someone you didn't expect, the way you gripped onto Natasha's body as if she would somehow make it disappear and the way Natasha held onto you as if she could make that disappear was more adorable.

"Y/n Y/l/n! What do you think you're doing!" The voice spoke that was familiar yet at the time not really.

You felt a blush across your cheeks as you realised you were still holding into Natasha, you let her go and looked at her, she had a slight blush as well but she quickly looked away from you to mask the blush.

You stood up from your bed and walked over to where the voice was, it was your mother, she stood there with her arms crossed and that's when Natasha came out from behind you, she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at the woman.

Your mother held the phone out as it displayed your newly social media "I don't see what's wrong Mother"

She huffed "You are unimageable disrespectful!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows at her, she understood what you meant now but you continued "No, I'm being respectful, it's you who barged into this room throwing a fit over a picture"

"You are doing this on purpose, you are trying to ruin our imagine! You must delete that now, this is unacceptable" She looked at the phone and at the picture, it was you with the team, the next picture was with Natasha as she leaned on your shoulder and made a cute little kissy pose.

You shook your head "No" it was all you said which caught Natasha off guard but she felt proud, so there was a smug smile across her lips as she observed the woman in front of her.

"Unbelievable" She paused as the redhead finally caught her eye so she pointed towards her "You are the one who corrupted my daughter"

Natasha's smile was gone as those words left her mouth so she decided to speak up "If she was your daughter you would treat her better"

You looked over at Natasha, the way her gaze was on your mother so firmly, make your stomach do flips "She never corrupted me, she was always here for me" She looked down at you with a smile that met her eyes, you looked at your mother "Unlike you or Father"

Her mouth dropped opened at your words, she never expected you to ever talk to her like that, so you continued "I'm old enough to decide for myself, so I'm no longer your daughter but Tony's, he adopted me and I will happily call him my dad and Pepper my mom, they deserve those names so if you don't like it, leave the same way you came in"

She was boiling inside as Natasha chuckled at her expression, she huffed and walked out not saying anything back, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you was holding and turned to face Natasha, a squeak came out of your mouth as you jumped into Natasha's arms.

She held you so tightly but you quickly pulled away realising what you did, you were still in her arms but just facing her "Oh god! This is bad, she will take revenge"

Natasha's voice always seemed to calm you "Hey, hey. She won't do that, Tony won't let that happen and frankly I won't either"

You always seem to be oblivious to Natasha's feelings towards you, she wasn't very open with them which is what caused your obliviousness. The both of you were scared of rejection but something with the way Natasha comforted you and held you tight against her, making you look down at her lips.

She caught on and with every courage that was left in her body, she leaned closer, before her lips reached yours you looked into her eyes "Thank you Talia"

She smiled as she kissed you, she finally did what she always wanted to do, she felt as if there was fireworks going off, the way butterflies would grow just at the touch of your lips, she loved it and she was intoxicated.

You were the first to pull away, resting your forehead against hers "I like it when you call me that"

A grin broke out on your face "Talia, Talia, Talia-"

She kissed you again, this time with hunger as she backed you into a wall, you tangled your hands into her hair as you matched her pace in the kiss.

Even if it wasn't long since you knew each other, the want and the need was stronger than self control for Natasha, especially when you did things like this.

"You really don't want to walk tomorrow" The way her voice was low and her eyes would fill with lust just at you teasing.

"I'm not sure I understand what that means"

Natasha smirked as her lips made their way towards your ear "You don't have to.."

"You just need to feel it" her lips latched onto your skin within seconds, causing a moan to escape your lips.

#natahsa romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha fluff #reader #marvel #the avengers #natasha romanov

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 5th february 2021

pairing : midoriya, bakugou, todoroki x gn!reader [separate]

genre : angst to fluff

warnings : season 3 spoilers, violence, eating, drinks

themes : heartbreak, idiocy, violence

: since the training camp you had been a target for the league of villains you fought hard to get your classmate back and that made you an instant target since you showed how powerful you can be but that also means no one can know about your relationship with [ - ], if they did that would be mean he’s also a target and the thought of that terrified you, so it’s for the best.. right.

> quirk : telekinesis | eleven stranger things |

[ midoriya ]

> it was no secret that you’re powerful

> deku trained with you a lot so he knew what you were capable of

> he was the one who truly let you embrace your quirk praising you

> he always told you he’s proud of you afterwards

> so when you told him you couldn’t be with him anymore he was devastated

-> scenario

> you had been thinking about the threat of the lov and how much they wanted to get rid of you, it’s a matter of time before people catch you going to cafes and on dates with the green haired boy, since you were getting more publicity each time a villain attacked it was difficult sneaking around

> breaking up with deku never once crossed your mind, only for his safety, he was already a target but they don’t know he’s all mights successor so you’re still a lot more targeted but if the lov found out you’re dating? you could only imagine the worst

> you knocked on his door, he opened it with a smile on his face as usual ‘hey baby’ he pulled you into a hug, noticing you trying not to hug him back he looked at your face ‘hey is something wrong?’

> you were trying so hard to keep a straight face, to make this hurt as much as possible so he wouldn’t come back, you knew if he tried to get you back you wouldn’t be able to resist

> ‘izuku..’ you paused breathing in, ‘we can’t be together anymore’ he looked at you for a couple seconds before breaking out in a laugh, ‘ very funny, don’t say things like that!, we need to finish that series we were watching..wait-’

> your face hadn’t changed, the only different being the small beads forming under your eyes, ‘you’re being serious?’ he said with a shaky voice, his eyes were slightly shiny tears threatening to form, his entire face fell

> ‘i’m sorry’ was all you said before you attempted to leave only being stopped by his hand ‘midoriya let go-’

> ‘not until you tell me why, y/n we’re so happy, you were happy yesterday and now you’re saying you don’t want this anymore? what happened, you told me you loved me, was that a lie’

> you tried so so hard not to sob yelling how much you love him right there but you already started crying

> ‘y-you’re crying, why would you be crying if you don’t care about me, if you didn’t care you would’ve left minutes ago so why’

> ‘izuku i couldn’t keep putting you in fucking danger it’s driving me insane, we can’t go out to eat without worrying someone will recognise us and hunt you down, i need you to be safe and this is the only way’ you pulled your arm away from him wiping away the tears on your cheeks

> he pulled you back towards him his nose touching yours, you didn’t push him away, he took his thumb swiping it across your cheek wiping it of the fresh tears

> ‘then we’ll deal with it together, not apart’

[ bakugou ]

> he knew how you felt because everytime aizawa mentioned being targeted he couldn’t help but notice you not looking at him or glancing at him as much

> you comforted him after each nightmare or any doubts he had after he got kidnapped

> whispering to him while he layed in your arms ‘bakugou you are the strongest person i know, you can’t blame yourself for anything, nobody blames you, they never have’

> you were his comfort, his teddybear

-> scenario

> the last few days you had been distant from him which didn’t make him worry much since you’re both busy sometimes and you both understood that

> but when you refused to look at him and gave him short answers after class he got worried

> ‘y/n, what the fuck is happening’ you couldn’t look him in the eyes

> you put on your best straight face and said ‘bakugou we can’t be together’

> there was silence for a couple seconds

> ‘teddy bear..’

> it hurt, it hurt so bad seeing him upset over you, you couldn’t even comfort him, so you left

> you sat with the dekusquad afraid of running into him and sobbing

> after you left he stood there for a couple seconds, he wiped away a couple tears forming as all the memories of you flashed through his head in a second, he held the necklace you got together, a promise necklace

> he sat at his normal table not talking to anyone only glancing at you, you weren’t talking to anyone either, not even touching the food in front of you

> after a couple minutes you got up and grabbed your bag after the many protests from todoroki and midoriya telling you to eat

> mina saw you getting up ‘hey bakugou is y/n okay?’ he only ignored her watching as you hurried off to what seemed to be the girls bathrooms, mina followed after you. he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t worried

> ‘y/n?.. wait are you okay, come out of the toilets’ she watched as you slowly came out with puffy under eyes and teary eyes ‘oh my god y/n what happened’, you explained everything, how you broke up with him because of how dangerous it was being with him, how he would be safer without you

> ‘y/n i’ve never seen bakugou happier then when he’s with you, if things are meant to be with you two then things will work out, i promise’

> you both walked back to class only to see him and a couple students already there, you weren’t planning on going back to lesson saying you’re injured but you knew aizawa would’ve sent you to recovery girl only for there be nothing to recover from

> you sat in your seat trying your hardest not to cry or move or even glance at him

> he watched you every couple seconds, eyes softening when he noticed a tear drop from your eyes watching as you quickly wiped them away sitting up straight

> he knew you love him but he doesn’t know why you left him

> a couple days past and he couldn’t help but notice how puffy your eyes looked

> he missed you, a lot and his nightmares had increased in the last 3 days

> you did everything to avoid him

> but finally you had to talk to eachother because aizawa paired you up, you asked aizawa if you could swap ‘y/n you and bakugou are great training partners, plus he doesn’t hurt you enough to send you to recovery girl like he does others’

> you sighed walking to your designated training area

> you didn’t want to hurt him more than you have emotionally this past week so you barely tried

> ‘you’re not trying’ he states, you looked up at him regretting it instantly seeing his eyebags and crimson eyes, not twinkling as they usually do

> ‘sorry’ you said quickly getting ready to dodge again

> ‘for what’... ‘huh?’.. ‘what are you sorry for’ he said searching your eyes for an answer

> ‘everything’.. ‘y/n that’s not a fucking answer’ frustrated he walked over to you pulling out a necklace that hid under his shirt

> ‘we got these as a fucking promise, a promise we would always be here, are you even wearing yours’ his hand reached over to your neck, his eyes lit up for a second when he realised you were still wearing it

> ‘i know you still love me, so why the fuck-’

> ‘bakugou you’re in constant fucking danger because of me, we can’t do anything together without having to worry, i want you to find someone that you can be in a normal relationship with, not someone who can’t even go outside with you without fearing the worst’ you let a couple tears slip out wiping them away as fast a they came

> ‘don’t be fucking stupid come here’ he pulled you towards him engulfing you in his scent which you missed greatly, ‘dumbass, we make these fuckin decisions together, which means you have to deal with me, we aren’t breaking up over some stupid villains alright’

> you held him tighter than you have before

> he made sure that for now you order take out rather than going out to eat and when you do go outside you made sure to wear masks and go with some of your classmates

> he does all of this because he loves you that much and he cares that much

[ todoroki ]

> you pined over eachother for months before todoroki had the courage to talk to you

> the conversations always flowed really well and there was no awkward pauses thinking of what to say

> you fit with eachother like a puzzle piece

> since you’re the first person he’s felt this way about you had to, show him affection and how it w o r k s?

> like when you hug him he doesn’t understand why people like hugging until you do it, he feels warm and safe in your arms and he now understands why he sees people hugging a lot

> when you first kissed it was like sparks and fireworks were going off around you, you didn’t plan on kissing him then but you had just hugged him so he was close and you looked up at him as he looked down at you smiling a little, with that you closed the space between you pressing your lips to his

> your relationship since then has been a comfortable and safe relationship for you both, that was until the training camp incident when you realised how much danger you were really putting todoroki in

> aizawa was talking to you in the staff room about the safety precautions you had to take and how you have to be careful with your relationship with todoroki

> a part of you was hoping he’d say you have to break up for safety reasons but he knows you don’t want that, even if it was for the best

> todoroki is going to be an amazing hero who will save thousands of lives and you could be the undoing of that future

> so you had to do it

-> scenario

> ‘hey love, what are we doing outside’ you were stood outside the dorms, you wanted to tell him here just so no one would interrupt

> ‘i uhm..’ this is a lot harder than you thought

> you looked at your feet refusing to look into his eyes knowing you’d breakdown

> ‘todoroki i can’t do this.. anymore’

> ‘can’t do what?’ when you didn’t look at him again he realised

> ‘what.. what happened baby we were normal yesterday did i do something wrong?’ you ignored him shifting your feet a little

> ‘do you not love me anymore’ it broke your heart that he thought that, you’re doing this because you love him not because you don’t .. but you had to say this to get him away

> ‘i..no i don’t’

> refusing to look at his face you ran back in tears falling down your cheeks as you ignored your friends asking if you’re okay and shut yourself in your room

> no more laying on his chest while you talk about random things at 3am, no more feeding him soba and no more holding hands running in the rain

> it was all too good to be true and now it’s over

> the next couple weeks you wanted to see him, check how he was doing but you couldn’t so you stuck to quick glances, sometimes you met his eyes in the process cursing at yourself

> your friends noticed you were off, ochako midoriya and iida asked why you weren’t hanging out with them

> you didn’t want to cause todoroki more pain so you hung out with the bakusquad so todoroki could stick with his friends without it being awkward

> you’re already friends with some of the bakusquad but you just didn’t hang out with them as much

> ‘y/n why do you look so.. lifeless’ denki asked you, you would usually be happy to talk to people and be playful but recently you had just stared at your food and soba only to be reminded of him

> ‘i don’t know’ you lied, your friends were worried about you

> todoroki was good at hiding things, he was a lot happier with you smiling while with you and around you but now he doesn’t have you

> a part of you thought he was over it already but you knew that was just you overthinking it

> ‘you know what, we should have a class movie night !, mopey you’re coming’ you looked at mina for a second before realising you’re who she’s talking to

> ‘mopey’ you raised a brow, ‘yeah you haven’t been yourself lately we want the old y/n back!! ..you haven’t even gamed with us’ kirishima spoke up making you smile sadly

> and then you realised todoroki probably won’t be at the movie night since he only went because of you ‘okay, ill go’

> that night you sat inbetween denki and bakugou scrolling through your phone while the dekubakusquad picked a movie

> ‘hey dumbass, why’d you look so fuckin dead’

> ‘not sure’.... ‘that’s bullshit’ he responded staring at his own phone

> ‘mhm’ was all you could say before the movie started

> as you looked up you realised todoroki was sitting in front of you

> how were you going to get through this..

> the movie begun and you quickly realised it was one of your favourite movies, it was the movie that you and todoroki had your first kiss watching

> clearing your head of these thoughts you carried on watching

> half an hour later it got to the part where the guy finally kisses his crush and you felt tears in your eyes, holding them back as you remembered todoroki kissing you during this scene

> you felt someone move from in front of you, your eyes widening as todoroki took your arm pulling you up close to him

> ‘what are you-’

> ‘y/n i chose this movie because i wanted to be able to do this again’ he cupped your cheeks smashing his lips to yours, you couldn’t pull away this is all you wanted and missed

> as you both pulled away he said ‘i know you don’t love me but i want to help you learn to love me again and i prom-’ you cut him off as you felt guilt bubble up inside of you remembering what you said

> ‘i lied.. i said that i didn’t love you because i needed you to leave, i broke up with you because of the target, i can’t have someone finding out about us and using you and hurting you as a way to get to me i would be taking away your chance at becoming a great hero, i can’t do that it’s selfish’

> he looked at you as the sides of his lips curled up in a small smile

> ‘a part of me should be mad at you for breaking up with me because of hero stuff but i understand, i’m relieved you love me, i love you and you love me that’s why we’re going to be careful and make this work’

A/N :

pain only pain, why do i do this

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life @luluwiie

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years

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I remember seeing a post about how Lan Quiren is the best parent we see of the older generation in mdzs. Not a hard competition when your opponents are JGS and WRH. I thought JF might be legit competition for a minute, then I remembered how passive he is about Madam Yu’s abuse. But I remember you had some posts reminding us that JF was also dealing with her abuse, and was shown trying to get decent parenting in a few times until she ruined it. So I wanted to ask your opinion: If Madam Yu was out of the picture and JF was allowed to parent as he wished, would he then become the best parent figure of his generation, or would LQR still hold the title?

I think it's important to take into account who Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen were to begin with, versus jiang cheng. LWJ and LXC don't seem like they ever felt a desire to compete with each other. Even though LXC was going to be the Clan leader he didn't try to bend LWJ to his will. He didn't resent him for having to share his mother's attention. He respected his autonomy. LWJ also didn't want to usurp LXC's place as Clan leader or feel threatened by him; Or show any envy or resentment towards LXC's easy going, extroverted nature and resulting popularity. He only wanted to support him. So while LQR drilled all these Lan rules into them about righteousness - and it should be noted a lot of the Lan rules are actually great, and concerning helping people, not abusing power, and being a kind, selfless person- LQR was working with two great kids to begin with. JFM also tried to drill the Clan motto into jc and to make him a better, less self involved egotistical individual too- “Since birth, he taught him in many ways, yet he still couldn’t change”...but it didn't take at all. Even when they have the discussion by WWX's bedside after the Xuanwu incident jc acts like he's ok with the lesson but shortly thereafter hits WWX in the chest in his fresh wound to teach him about not "playing the hero" aka saving people. HE LEARNED NOTHING. While I'm sure that YZY exacerbated jc's toxic competitiveness and reinforced his crappy classist world views, I doubt jc would have taken to it so easily if it hadn't resonated with something in his own nature. Just as the rules about fairness and kindness and righteousness resonated with Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen- otherwise no matter how much drilling LQR did they would've meant nothing. Regardless of how JFM would have coddled him and praised him someone like jc would most likely have always measured himself against other people and envied or resented them for "making him look bad". Not to mention jc never felt instinctively driven to help others in need. He resented an orphan and tried to terrify him with his greatest fear as a nine year old... and he knew it was the wrong thing to do. That his father would not approve of his actions. But jc never wanted to resist the shitty parts of his nature or his petty, mean spirited impulses. He wanted his father's approval and praise without doing the things his father approved of. Even though he had his mother's influence his father was also there trying to guide him, repeatedly, but jiang cheng just does not understand JFM's way of thinking. Seems to not understand the very concept of altruism without an ulterior motive or payoff.

Without YZY stepping in and poisoning everything and trying to spark arguments constantly JFM would probably have been more present vs. perpetually in avoidance mode. He seemed like a funny easy going guy and he clearly cared about his kids. He prefers to pass on a very beneficial alliance with the Jins rather that to see his daughter locked in a loveless, acrimonious marriage like his own. JFM already is an easier parent than LQR on his own kids. YZY is the one who's the problem. So while JFM would probably be a happier more at ease man in her absence, it's doubtful it would have a huge effect on jc's character and world views- Unless jc was born from another woman with a totally different character and nature to begin with.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #jiang fengmian #madam yu #yu ziyuan #lan qiren #lan Xichen #lan wangji

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Obsidian Snare

⇢ Pairing: Dream x reader

⇢ Genre: mild fluff, angst

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: After Dream is locked in the prison, (Y/N) is convinced that’s the last she’ll ever hear of him. A certain visitor at her distant home turns that desperate hope, and her peaceful life, on its head.

AN: I had to get this out before the prison breakout occured

Sam’s hand felt like a chain upon her wrist, the tight grip hardly a comfort to cold, unforgiving metal. Her gaze flitted between the ground and the appendage constantly, casting paranoid glances over her shoulder at times, attempting to catch sight of the comforting wooden walls of her cabin, even when she was all too aware it was hidden by the trees and distance.

A glint of metal caught in the sunlight and (Y/N) darted her gaze forwards, heart nearly catching in her throat. Her tense shoulders loosened ever so slightly when she noticed it came from the Warden’s trident, though a chill still settled into her spine, more than aware of the resources and strength the male before her held.

Chains should really quite be the least of her worries at this rate.

She focused her gaze onto the ground below again, tracing jutting roots and pebbles as they stepped over them. Her gaze slid upwards again, eyeing the edges of the netherite armor clasped on the figure, the helmet thankfully absent for an easier view of his face, likely to appear less daunting when he had suddenly shown up on her doorstep without a prior word.

In some mild manner, it had helped, though with a longer look at him, (Y/N) realized it was a mere courtesy, an extension of good will. The absence of the piece held no weight of repercussions, the figure much too tall and daunting for someone to even attempt to aim for his unprotected face.

Not that it’d work anyway, she mused to herself, avoiding the sight of the sharpened and enchanted blade strapped to his side, staving off thoughts and speculations on the items he held in his inventory.

A shiver travelled down her spine at a particular thought and Sam’s hand tightened.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat.

She regretted opening the door for him.

- - -

(Y/N) flitted about the kitchen, wincing as the bowls clattered against each other as she dropped them on the counter. She took a moment to organize them unnecessarily, if only to keep her hands busy, before she leaned back and raised her finger to her lips in thought. Her gaze darted about the kitchen, attention catching on the latest chest she’d added to her kitchen, spinning on her heel to stalk across the floor and throw the lid open.

The contents were the same as before, the ingredients inside not having miraculously disappeared into thin air from the last time she’d checked. Some of the tension bled from the female’s figure at the sight, leaning her weight against the lid as she sighed. Of course, it also meant she couldn’t busy herself with hastily gathering them all last minute again, too occupied physically to allow her thoughts to run rampant.

(Y/N) dropped the lid unceremoniously, groaning as she stood, finding nothing to nitpick over in the kitchen as she crossed her arms. She untied her hair from the updo she had thrown it into, running her fingers over her scalp as she straightened the strands.

It was only Niki after all, the kind, pink haired female (Y/N) had never managed to befriend, both occupied with the constant warfare and heavy tension over the lands. Granted, things weren’t pitch perfect in any manner at the moment, but avoiding some mind controlling egg was easier than constantly utilizing supplies during a war.

(Y/N) winced at the thought of the tense, guarded glances always thrown at her as soon as she’d take a step into the populated SMP city. It’d been part of the reason why she’d taken occupation in the middle of a populated forest, trees stretching for miles as far as one could see. It was daunting at times, chilling even when she’d be awake in the middle of the night and hear the cries and groans of hostile mobs near her walls, aware that any form of help was too far to make an impact in an emergency, and that her body likely wouldn’t be discovered for several months until someone remembered about her or stumbled upon her abode.

(Y/N) huffed at the dark thoughts swirling in her head. Really now, even when the bastard was dumped into some high security prison, he still managed to hold a tight grip over her life.

It had been a desperate stab at friendship, approaching Niki with a friendly invitation for baking lessons at her house, wringing her hands nervously despite how much she’d tried to quell her nerves. If the female had noticed, she’d only shaken off her surprised expression, casting a friendly smile instead and asking for the coordinates.

Truth was, (Y/N) had never had an interest in baking before, opting to delight in the bought goods from Niki’s bakery whenever she could rather than attempt to do it herself. Though if she were going to make an attempt at finally bonding with at least some of the members of the SMP, further than just George and Sapnap, (she ignored the stab in her chest at how distant the three of them had become in the latest months) then she’d make sure to do so properly. Even if Niki weren’t fond of her, or the entire event managed to become an absolute disaster, at the very least Niki would have participated in an activity she was obviously fond of.

A knock sounded against her door, snapping (Y/N) out of her thoughts as she froze. She was already here?

She cast another paranoid glance over her kitchen, pausing in her haste to dart to the door as she lingered in the doorway.

She had everything prepared, right?

Niki wouldn’t despise her just for missing one ingredient, right?

Of course not, what was she thinking?

(Y/N) inhaled before releasing the stuttering breath, smoothing down her clothes and messing with strands of her hair in an attempt to ensure it looked presentable without a mirror to confirm. She plastered a nervous grin on her face, reaching forwards to clasp her hand around the doorknob and swing the door open.

“Thanks for coming N-”

The words died in her throat as she met face to face with a glimmering, enchanted netherite chestplate. (Y/N)’s mouth dried as it remained frozen half open, finally willing the courage to raise her gaze to meet eyes with a certain creeper hybrid.

“(Y/N)” came Sam’s soft greeting, a tense smile lifting at the corners of his lips. He seemed hunched over, his hands empty of any typical hold on a weapon. Though the details hardly had an impact on his threatening image, much less when the mere mention of his occupation would catch her breath in her throat.

“Sam.” She countered, hands clenching on the smooth doorknob within her palm, grateful for the lack of engraving on it as she was certain it would’ve left an imprint on her palm with her vice grip.

A voice within her head whispered to call him upon his Warden title instead, though she dismissed it, deciding against angering the male. She certainly wouldn’t be able to take Sam on alone, much less when she was in the middle of the woods with no hope for backup arriving in time. (She ignored the sting that arose from questioning if she had anyone to call upon for backup.)

She shifted further into the safety of her home, discreetly swinging the door ajar, lessening the open space into her home. Sam’s eyes briefly flitted to the wooden object before his gaze met (Y/N)’s, sending a shiver down her spine.

“How are you, (Y/N)?”

“I’m… well,” she swallowed, ignoring the “I was better before you came” lingering on the tip of her tongue.

Sam reached a hand upwards to rub at the back of his neck, his eyes scanning the area around the two of them before he dropped his appendage, releasing a barely-there sigh. He straightened, meeting gazes with the female before him again.

(Really, she wished he’d stop doing that. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was meant as an intimidation tactic.)

“(Y/N), I have a responsibility as the Warden of the server, which I’m certain you’re more than aware of.” Sam paused, (Y/N) stared at him in silence for a moment before realizing his intentions and gave a hurried nod. He continued, “As such, I take every precaution to ensure the protection of the building and that the prisoner remains… inside.”

(Y/N) didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“Dream asked for y-”

“No!” Sam’s hand caught the door as (Y/N) desperately attempted to swing it shut, lock the male and every word he had said out of her house and head. With a single sentence he had shattered the haven she had finally built for herself, by herself, the pieces too small to rebuild it as before.

“(Y/N) as the Warden-”

“I don’t care!” She hissed, ignoring the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, her distraught more than evident in her voice.

Sam had the decency to slump a tad bit, before he easily shoved the wooden barricade open and grabbed her elbow as (Y/N) flailed, kicking her legs against his shins and trying to plant her feet to the floor.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).”

- - -

The prison finally loomed over the last remaining barricade of trees, solid and unrelenting, brash against the soft blue sky. (Y/N) stared at it as Sam guided her past roots and bushes, keeping her from walking into a tree. A terrible, cold feeling pooled in her gut and she stopped as the two of them reached the last of the forest, feet stilling with the last tree before the open plain before the prison. The Warden turned to her silently, scanning her over, when no apparent issue came to light, he locked gazes with her, his eyes asking the question without a need to open his mouth.

Why did you stop?

(Y/N) tried to inhale a deep breathe, but her throat was too tight and it felt as if she wasn’t getting enough. She chocked down a desperate gasp for air as the prison loomed over her, fighting the urge to kneel over and dig her nails in the dirt, hacking for air. At the very least, she’d have the gritty dust on her fingers as a totem of the outside world in such a spotless, manmade build, composed only of unbreaking blocks and choking lava.

She turned her head over her shoulder towards the breeze as it grounded her, blowing strands of her loose hair out of her face and lifting her hair off her shoulders. The trees rustled, branches swaying towards her as they beckoned her, calling her to her humble abode in the woods, one with the nature surrounding it, with moss and vines already creeping up the sides of the walls.

She didn’t need to imagine it as it seemed to flicker in the distance, a haven away from an unrelenting prison and the madman trapped inside. She could already hear Niki’s bubbling laughter echo towards her, her own mixing with it as the smell of bread and baked goods wafted through the air. The fox she’d been feeding leftovers to poking curiously nearby, ears flickering towards the open kitchen window.

The Warden tightened his grip and the house vanished. The trees grew silent and (Y/N) fought his grip once more as he dragged her from the protection of the forest, the breeze giving her no parting touch. (Y/N) tried to bend down, to flop lifelessly on the ground and make him drag her, leave as many touches of the dirt and blades of grass on her as she could but he yanked her upwards easily, leaving her stumbling like a dazed lamb to catch her balance.

Before she could plead, or scream, or cry, or mourn, they were standing before the entryway, the shadow of Pandora’s Vault chilling her to her bones and chasing any semblance of warmth the sun had left within her. The Warden dragged her through without a hint of struggling, her small body and desperate escape attempts no challenge to the uncountable, heavy-duty blocks he had built the prison with with his own hands.

The purple sheen of the Nether portal washed over her, the haze of it settling in her vision and body, leaving her dazed eyed and slow, depending on the Warden’s tugging to guide her. She hadn’t used one in months, it wasn’t necessary when she was insistent on leaving no shortcut for others to find her nor having any need for high quality netherite weapons when there were no human threats. She expected for the sight of a too-large reception area to snap her out of her haziness, but the drowsiness stayed within her head, leaving her swaying without constant support and tugging her brain down into ignorant bliss of the surrounding action.

She didn’t bother to fight it, not as she numbly shook her head when the Warden’s voice drifted over her head, asking if she had any items on her (she was preparing for baking lessons, why would she?), not as she was pulled down identical corridors and softly pushed onto a bed. She curled into a ball on it, shutting her eyes.

This was just a bad dream, wasn’t it?

What an awful nightmare.

But the hands were back, pulling her upwards and holding her close to the Warden as she passed over a hallway of lava, pulling her down more and more corridors (how many pathways did this place have?), prodding her towards a passageway of water as she blankly stared at it, unable to will her body to the basic motions of swimming (the Warden had to tug her through a hidden doorway, muttering something along the lines of never mentioning it, why?).

She felt the fog lift as books were constantly pushed into her arms in a steady stream, the words settling into the back of her mind as she signed. She snapped back to attention finally as the Warden admitted that the sole prisoner was behind the fall of lava before her. She whirled her head in his direction, feeling her breath hitch as he stared forwards dutifully. Sam took a deep breath, stepping away from the lever to come closer to her, his gas mask hanging around his neck as his eyes flashed regretfully.

“For whatever it's worth,” he looked into her eyes as he hovered his hand near her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) looked downwards, digging her nails into her arms as she crossed them over her chest, blinking back tears. She didn’t answer, but she allowed Sam to place a comforting hand upon her shoulder and squeeze it.

“Just for a few hours,” Sam muttered as he pulled away, pulling the lever suddenly as her eyes snapped upwards to watch the lava fall.

The singular cell floating among the pool of lava came into view, the prisoner not in immediate sight, though it wasn’t hard to notice the telltale flash of bright orange against the far wall as (Y/N) craned her neck upwards.

“Just enough to calm him down,” Sam finalized, motioning to the moving pathway that sputtered to life under her feet, confidently crossing the chasm of lava bubbling underneath.

(Y/N) hated it for heartlessly depositing her on obsidian bricks, heading backwards without a single glance or hesitation to take her along. For how Sam stood at the only way in and out and didn’t extend his hand, didn’t give her the option to forget whatever had occurred and let her head back to her carefully constructed life, leave her in peace to mend the tangled and broken strings of her relationships to the other members, torn before she had a chance to form them.

Sam didn’t leave but the sight of him was blocked out by the lava soon enough, the heat pushing against her face and plastering loose strands of hair to her warming face.

(Y/N) dug her nails further into her flesh and slowly turned around to face the inside of the cell as the Netherite barrier lowered, leaving her no option but to cautiously step forwards, as if a sleeping predator were trapped in the same space as her. (There was the lava behind her, but she had no doubt the Warden would find her moments after the respawn process, dragging her back kicking and screaming however many times it took.)

Dream lay against the far end of the cell, face turned towards the obsidian wall as he hummed leisurely, tracing unseen patterns in the harsh surface. He didn’t bother to acknowledge her presence as she stood in her place, freezing impossibly still as he flopped onto his back, dramatically yawning with a hand over his mouth.

“Oh come on Sam,” he chuckled, crossing his arms behind his back, settling into a comfortable position as if he were splayed on a bed for a nap. “I’ve said my terms, and what follows. I’m sure you already know what you have to do, and I’ll comply! Just like that!” He removed a hand to wave it in the air as he spoke, (Y/N)’s eyes following it as if it were a poised weapon.

“Wouldn’t want your only prisoner to die now, would you?” Dream shrugged casually, placing his arm back into its previous position as (Y/N)’s gaze was drawn to the gathering pile of raw potatoes at the filled water hole. She wasn’t certain how many he received in a day, couldn’t calculate off of that, but she could only assume it had taken days for such a worth to accumulate.

His chuckle left shivers down her spine, needles stabbing into her back as he continued. “Built an entire, high security prison but couldn’t keep the only prisoner alive. A failed prison if it can’t serve its basic purpose, right?”

The silence stretched between them uncomfortably as Dream was content to pretend to sleep and (Y/N) didn’t dare move to draw attention to herself. She finally sputtered in a breath, her murmur practically echoing in the confined space as she spoke.

“I’m not Sam.”

The effect was instantaneous, Dream was sitting upwards, his mask staring at her before she could so much as blink, the moment too long as he made no other motions in the ticking seconds. When she shuffled backwards uncomfortably, it seemed to break him out of his focus. The male was crossing the cell as she opened her mouth, drawing breath into her lungs, ready to scream and yell at him to not come closer to her-

Dream’s arms wrapped around her, shoving any words she had hoped to say back into her, leaving her struggling to draw in air.

“You’re here,” he murmured the female detesting how his tall build allowed him to wrap his arms around her back, hands gripping onto her upper arms as he tugged her off her balance. (Y/N) stared upwards at the smiling, blank mask, attempting to keep her balance on awkwardly placed feet, if only not to have to touch him any more than already.

Dream sighed, the action expelling all of the tension from his body as a hand separated away from her to tug the mask upwards, exposing his entire face rather than just his mouth and chin. He grinned at her, his acidic green eyes seemingly glowing from the lava behind her. (Y/N) stiffened as he gazed down at her, eyes softening into a lovesick look as he studied all of her features, as if convincing himself she were truly here.

He grinned, dangerously, before yanking her closer, sweeping her completely off kilter as she was pressed against his chest, her arms trapped between the two of them. Despite spending several months within the prison already, his grip was strong enough to give her no room to struggle, pressing tighter as she attempted to wriggle away. She gave up eventually, stilling as Dream gently tugged his fingers through her soft strands, pressing his lips to the top of her head affectionately as his breath disrupted the still strands.

“I missed you, you know.” He murmured into her scalp, (Y/N) fighting down the urge to stiffen at his words. His voice had slipped into the old, coy, syrupy sweet tone she knew, any unthought words or actions were certain to be snared in his attention, words twisted to poke and prod at her vulnerable parts, backing her into a corner before she relented and allowed him to coo sugar-covered lies into her mind.

He turned his face to press his cheek against her head, leaving his next words to be heard clearer in the open air.

“I’ve been so alone in here, why didn’t you ever come visit me?”

(Y/N) tightened her hands into fists, keeping completely still even as his tighter hold seemed to loosen in favor of skimming his fingertips wherever he could reach on her figure, drifting dangerously close to the exposed skin at the collar of her shirt.

“I’ve been busy, built a house.” She answered back, the sentence short and containing enough information to not be pointless, tone betraying nothing about her screaming terror and pleas to be anywhere else within her head.

Dream hummed in response, lifting a section of hair to peer at it. “You must’ve been quite busy then. Your hair’s grown, you know? Shame I don’t have anything to tie it with in prison.” (Y/N) shrugged in response, imagining the bottle’s worth of shampoo she’d have to liberally apply to her locks to erase any history of his contact with it.

The male huffed dramatically, releasing her hair to draw her closer (as if that was possible) and dropping his head onto her shoulder. “Oh (Y/N),” he whined, the female nearly cringing away at the all too believable tone flowing from his lips, “it's been so dreadfully lonely in prison. You know that no one’s visited me? It's terrible.”

She didn’t know what else to do other than shrug half heartedly, awaiting the drop, the final implication of his words. He turned his head to lower his volume, leaving his words still heard as clear as day from his close position to her ear.

“You won’t abandon me though darling, will you? You’ll visit me, right? It’s oh so torturous to be alone in here, you know.”

(Y/N) considered making a quip about how Dream still had Sam, but she decided against it, biting her tongue to prevent any unnecessary sentences that would lead into a further conversation, expertly manipulated in Dream’s honey tone and sweet words.

“I’d like to,” she replied, pausing for a moment as Dream silently awaited her next words, “but it's uncomfortable like this, isn’t it? I don’t want to come just because you decided to go on some hunger strike.” Dream’s fingers sunk into her flesh, the female wincing as his nails left crescent marks before he loosened from her reaction.

He chuckled, “Oh come on now, you can’t tell me you’d come properly without it.” he purred, (Y/N) gave a half hearted motion resembling a shrug, pushing her head away from his chest to peer at the corner.

“I can come regularly, once a week, but it can’t be comfortable to starve yourself every time just to get one visit.”

(Y/N) wasn’t entirely certain if it would work, even in prison, Dream still tugged on the strings connected to her, controlling her actions. But it was this or having Sam drag her back unwillingly, her built haven of safety giving way to constant paranoia and fear of the next time she’d see the flash of netherite armor coming for her.

Dream pushed her head back into his shoulder, curling over her to whisper in her ear, “You promise?” (Y/N)’s words would be too muffled against the fabric of his orange jumper, so she merely gave a nod, the action more than pleasing the male before her.

“Oh it’ll be great,” Dream admitted, pulling away to push her chin upwards to face his gaze, smiling as if she’d promised she’d be coming to visit everyday (she held down the shiver of such a thing occurring if Dream were to protest enough). “It’s not as if you have plans with other people anyway,” he chuckled as if it were an inside joke between the two, and (Y/N) clamped her mouth shut to not shove the news in his face that she was healing. That she was interacting with the other occupants of the server, after Dream had made so many precautions and actions to prevent the exact happening, tied her to him with every human’s bone deep dependency on social contact.

The moment lasted too long and (Y/N) tugged herself away from the embrace, Dream releasing her now that he’d gotten what he wanted. (He could always hug her again during her next visit.)

She slowly turned around to peer at the flowing lava barricade, watching the bubbles form and pop. Surely it had been long enough already? Surely Sam was on the opposite end, already pulling the lever to allow her to leave?

Dream protested her actions immediately, a hand appearing on her wrist to pull her further into the room as a frown tugged at his lips, a tense smile slipping into place as she peered at his face with a confused expression.

“Come on,” he pulled her across the floor, opening the chest in the corner. One hand kept a constant hold on her as the other riffled through the contents, leather bound books thumping against his other as he searched for a specific one. “I’ve been writing stuff in the meantime, nothing else to do you know? Here, I wanted you to read this o-”

An explosion rang out, muted by the thick obsidian walls and the surrounding lava, but abrupt enough to startle (Y/N), yelping as she tripped over her own feet. Dream clasped her to his form easily, holding her protectively as the sounds of exploding TNT rang out, the damage left to the imagination. Silence rung out for a moment and (Y/N) yanked herself out of the male’s hold, stumbling slightly from the unexpected ease it took to leave it.

She stammered, already making her way to the lava curtain pulled shut. “That’s it, I don’t- that’s enough. Sam!-”

A louder, closer explosion cut her off, leaving her to throw herself backwards and scramble away from the expected blast, flashes of battles leaving her tense for an incoming attack. There was none, nothing other than Dream curling his arms around her frame again, pulling her close as she stared, wide eyed and frozen to her only escape, barricaded by flowing lava.

“Sam... Sam, let me out,” she croaked, the words hardly reaching the male behind her, much less the one controlling the prison itself. The blasts finally quieted, the tense silence ringing in her ears as Dream casually reached forwards to tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear, as if explosions ringing out within a prison were a completely natural occurrence.

She wanted to snap, to smack his hand away and yell at him for what was happening (even though it wasn’t possible, he was in prison, he had no power or visitors-), though the crackle of the hidden intercom in the room cut off any thoughts, her eyes darting about for the disembodied static filling the room.

“Sam, Sam, please”, she whimpered, the mask clad figure behind her shushing her as she trembled.

“(Y/N), I’m-”, Sam hesitated, before she heard the Warden’s voice filter through, cold and collected, steadfast when he wasn’t the one trapped in a small cell with their manipulative ex lover and the villain of the entire server. “There’s been a security breach. I can’t let any visitors in or out until the cause is found. I’ll be investigating in the meantime.”

The com crackled off and (Y/N) hated her mind for flashing to a particular line of text written within one of the books she had been handed, dread curling in the pit of her stomach.

In the event of security protocol- I hereby acknowledge that I could potentially be locked within the cell for up to 7 days, or until the security issue is resolved.

“Well,” Dream’s calm tone cut through her fear gripped panic, too proud and tilting for the current situation. “It looks like your visit has been extended.”

He pulled her limp body against his chest, resting his head on top of her head as (Y/N) shut her eyes, imagining the safe cottage she had built in the woods, far far away from the prison.

But the heat from the lava was too hot to compare to the soft breeze. And the suffocating grip on her was worse than any nightmares she had woken from.

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stressedoutcanary · 3 years

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Family Matters - Batfamily x Reader

Summary: A surprise birthday party and Batfamily being chaotic.

“That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them”

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, lots of it, angst because I can’t help myself, Reader has got some parental issues. Hurt/Comfort.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I wanted some good dad Bruce content so I did it myself. Also I might have been influenced by a post I made a while back about Bruce and his children. I haven't used reader's pronouns anywhere so it's kinda gender neutral.

I don’t know where I was going with this, my imagines are often like a train derailed from its track but I think it’s fine. So Enjoy ;)

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"Focus (Y/S/N), don't jump in in blind, assessing what action your opponent is about to undertake and countering it out before they can complete that action, this is the key lesson for you today", Batman's commanding voice echoed in the enclosed area of the batcave as he observed you attempting to roundhouse kick the boy in front of you. It was rather rashly executed with the hope of knocking him down which, for obvious reasons, only ended up with your leg connecting with nothing but thin air.

'Damn he is fast when he actually tries.'

"Easy for you to say Old Man! You aren't the one dancing with Mister Duckboy, the teen wonder over here!", you exclaimed, panting as your chest heaved from the exertion.

"Duckboy?!", Tim looked near scandalized as you grinned in return, stealing a glance towards the giggling crowd gathered near the stairs.

Everyone was already in the cave, it was a rare occurrence, it happened only when the issues of upmost importance were being discussed. Today was one of those days; The planning of Alfred Pennyworth's surprise birthday party.

However things usually went a lot less violent, this day every year. The sparring session this year was the result of you messing up, real bad while on patrol last night and since you were around the same age as Tim, he was found to be the most appropriate partner for it. The only drawback was that he had a staff in his hands while your weapons were confiscated, because in Bruce's words 'you rely on them too much'. You were already tired and Tim had a huge advantage over you, if you wanted to win this match you had to be quick and efficient at the same time.

Distracting Tim by your comment allowed you to have an opening, gathering all your strength you went in for a forward strike. Unfortunately he was more than ready to take you on, he crouched down, narrowly missing your punch then proceeded to swipe your legs off of the ground with his bo staff making you fall butt first on the floor.

"Congratulations you've managed to hurt both my ass and my ego, Timbers", You said laying back on the ground, hands and legs spread out and instead of helping you up, Tim joined you on the floor sitting next to you. You gave him a look that was equivalent to 'next time I get the chance, I am going to push you off a roof'.

"Your skills need improvement", Bruce said in his monotonous tone as you grunted knowing that a full ass lecture was gonna follow, but before he could get another word out, Jason chimed in with a statement no one ever expected to hear from him,"You know (Y/N), he's not wrong in fact I think the old man's actually got a point."

Jaws dropped to floor, Tim looked like he just saw a ghost, Dick who was standing near Barbara pinched himself to see whether he was dreaming or not, Damian snapped his neck up from where he was sharpening his katana, even Titus and Ace perked their heads up at the sudden silence that settled over the place. Barbara, Cass, Duke and Steph looked equally shocked.

"Before you all get any ideas, what I'm trying to say is you better pay attention because B over here won't be able to save your ass, 'cause if you slack off the next thing you know you would be in a warehouse with a maniac, getting blown to bits", Jason looked at Bruce with accusing eyes.

'And here I thought he was finally going to say something sensible', you thought to yourself as he continued,

"Take it from someone who has had that experience, you guys remember right? The fact that I--"

"Died, we know!!", everyone groaned at the same time and Bruce looked like he had to physically restrain himself from faceplaming.

"Okay! Guys how about we go ahead and do the thing we all actually came here to do instead of... whatever this conversation was", you suggested, getting up and patting the dust off your clothes.

"Well then someone has got to ask the important question here", Barbara looked around as she worded her sentence,"who is going to be the one to keep Alfred busy while we get everything ready?"

Once again the cave went silent. For a whole bunch of detectives, you all were very, very scared of Alfred, including Bruce even though he will never admit it, lying to The old-butler-cum-grandpa and making random excuses for the whole 3 hours was a thought dreadful enough to make all of you exchange petrified glances at each other hoping someone would step forward to do the job.

"I'll do it", dick raised his hand.

"NO!", everyone snapped and Dick's head tilted with a pout.

"You are good at doing a lot of stuff boy wonder, hiding things from Alfred isn't one of them", Barbara comforted Dick as Damian stepped up next.

"*tt* Since none of you imbeciles have the courage or the ability to do it. I shall be the one to handle Pennyworth. Gordon, Cain and Titus, I will require your assistance", Damian spoke or rather commanded as he went up the stairs, followed by the group he chose.

"Don't mess this up for us, you gremlin!"

"Tim!", you lightly jabbed him in the side with your elbow.

"Ow! What?"

"Be nice", you narrowed your eyes and he understood you were being serious.

"Fine I'll try, but don't blame me if he starts something", Tim shrugged carelessly. You shook your head and let out an audible sigh as you followed everyone else up towards the manor.

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"That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them", you eyed him worriedly.

"Oh come (Y/N) it'll be fine!", the cheerfulness in his voice made you cock an eyebrow at him from below. Duke slid in beside you.

"10 bucks says he will somehow fall within the next hour"

"Oh Duke you should know better, 20 says he'll fall within 30 minutes", you turned towards him with an evil smile.

"What are you both talking about down there?"

"NOTHING!", you both said in unison on which Dick gave you a confused look.

"Oh Hey look Steph needs my help with the cake so, see ya!", you quickly moved to the other side of the room checking in with Stephanie and Tim. She gave you a thumbs up to signal that everything was going according to plan and the place was almost ready. Everyone was laughing, bickering, having fun, it was all very rare and seeing it, a warm feeling spread throughout you.

You smiled to yourself for a moment but it faltered and a frown pulled up at your lips, a sorrowful thought crossed your mind, something you always kept buried deep down. Looking around and seeing as nobody needed your help at the moment you decided to slip out of the chaos, taking slow steps towards the patio to clear your head.

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Leaning against the railing you thought back to how you left your house this morning telling your mother that you are going to stay at your friend's place for a while and how she just waved her hand at that, not even questioning you anymore. Your mind was completely elsewhere, despite the awe-inspiring dense forest right in front of you, your eyes were lost in space.

You registered, a bit too late, the presence of someone standing beside you.

"It is a nice view, but something tells me that's not what brought to out here, away from everyone else"

"Careful there Brucie or people might think that you are actually capable of some emotions which happen include caring for people", you retorted back at him. It was always a sort of defense mechanism for you, whenever you felt exposed you countered it with snarky remark.

You closed your eyes hoping that Bruce would just walk away. But he didn't. He stayed there.

Bruce leaned on the railing beside you and waited. You took a deep breath, contemplating you next move carefully.

"...Look It's really silly so can we drop it?", you whispered wondering why in the world would Bruce of all people, care about your feelings.

"Talk to me (Y/N). I can tell when something is bothering you, I may not be your father, but you are my family.", unlike usual, his voice was gentle and genuine when he spoke to you.

"I am really not a fan of surprise birthdays", you stated, starting off vaguely.

"And why is that?"

"Because I...It's silly but this one time I spent a whole week working on a birthday gift for my mom, it was like a craft pop up box which had multiple photos of us together, I made that from scratch! everything in it I made that, I worked hard for it, I did it out of love but when I gave her that surprise gift you know what she said Bruce! She said that I wasted my time that she would've been much happier if I had focused on my studies, she never even once said that she liked it and I--", you looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill.

"I don't know Bruce, it-it just makes me feel sad you know? every little thing reminds me that my mother doesn’t seem to love me anymore. There is this constant thought in my mind that no one cares about me, about what I do for them and I don’t know what to do with a thought like that."

"That's not true, look around you kiddo, you are surrounded by people who would do anything for you, who love you from the bottom of their hearts", Bruce finally looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"That's the thing! I am not an orphan!", you blurted out and Bruce looked more confused than ever.

"I'm aware"

"No! No you are not. I am not one of those kids you picked up from somewhere, I don't live here, Like I am sure you people aren't even sane, hell! you all make up the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen! I don’t belong here, you people have no reason to care about", Bruce gave you a sideways look, slightly chuckling at your sudden description of the people in the manor.

"But I still love everyone, my mom, you, every dumbass inside the manor right now, no matter much pain they cause me and I don't get why", this time when he looked at you, you didn't look like the vigilante who sucker punched The Riddler in the face last night, you looked like a scared little kid who is lost.

Bruce stood up straight and wrapped you in a hug. Something you never expected to happen in a million years. The shocked settled in after a bit and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face in his chest.

"The people we love are still people at the end of the day. They act out, and sometimes they let us down, hurt us even, but that doesn't mean we stop loving them. For every bad memory, there will always be a good one that will get you through it. I promise you that (Y/N)", Bruce pulled away and gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile back, your face matching his.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne? because I don't recognize this man who is full of emotions and on top of that, is giving free hugs right now", you broke into a grin, making Bruce's face go back to the stoic version.

"If you tell anyone, I will deny it"

"Sure you will"

Suddenly a clattering sound came from the hall, alerting you both. This, however, was followed by a 'I'm okay!' By the one Dick Grayson, which in turn was followed by Duke's 'Oh no!'

"Any idea what that was about?", Bruce inquired raising an eyebrow as you burst out laughing.

"That, you big softie, was the sound of me getting my 20 dollars, now let's get back before they destroy everything."

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You and Bruce entered back into the hall, everyone was gathered around waiting for Damian and his group to signal the beloved butler's arrival. You stood next to Tim as Jason moved towards the switches to turn off the lights.

"Okay I'll bite why are you covered in frosting before the party even started?"

"Steph", Tim replied, too tired to elaborate, leaving you giggling.

Barbara, Cass and Damian rushed through the door, looking close to terrified, with Titus tagging along.

"He is here, HIDE!", Damian said quickly closing the doors.

After a few moments, the door creaked open and Alfred's voice came through, "Master Damian, you and I will have words for what you did to-- Oh my", he was stuck to his position at the door, too shocked to say anything more after looking at the decorations and bunch gathered around an enormous cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!", you all exclaimed with extreme excitement.

As the party went on you noticed that there was, in fact, a broken chandelier broomed to the side, later on there were a few not-at-all-safe stunts performed by the boys, some really bad puns made by Dick, all sorts of shenanigans by the others and cake, lots of cake. You looked around, everyone was busy doing something but now you knew Bruce was right:

You have one hell of a family, original, found or otherwise. And you love them all no matter what.

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seyaryminamoto · 3 years

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As someone, who's favourite character is Zuko, let me just say that your analysis about the Southern Raiders is spot on. Something about that episode (especially the way Zuko acted) always felt a little... off to me. And I could never figure out what it was exactly and considering the fact that discussion about this episode centered around the Kataang vs Zutara, I thought I was the only one who felt that way. So, I guess thanks for putting my thoughts into words.

Oh, I really feel ya, anon. If you actually don't look at the episode from a shipping point of view, which seems to be the focus of most the fandom, a lot of unpleasant things really start sticking out. I'm personally neutral to the Kataang vs. Zutara debate, I see good points and drawbacks to both ships, and no one's going to convince me that this episode proved the superiority of either pairing, especially when the shipping interpretations have never been important to me when analyzing this episode. People can say Aang is right in the end, they can say Zuko understands Katara's plight better (which, considering Aang has lost even more people he loved than Zuko has, he certainly should have understood Katara's suffering quite well too), but focusing on whether Zuko or Aang are the angel or the devil on Katara's shoulders practically blinds everyone to the very glaring and mindboggling flaws in this episode's writing, imo.

In general, the concept of Zuko's life-changing field trips with the three Gaang members he'd wronged the most is fine and fun for most people, but from the first time I watched the show it felt like the production team knew they were pressed for time and needed some veeeery quick and effective solution for Zuko to gain acceptance in the Gaang ASAP despite all the bad blood there. I can imagine a lot of people love these episodes, but admittedly I wouldn't rank any of them among my favorites because, as interesting as some of their concepts could be, if executed right, my immersion certainly wasn't as strong as with the rest of the show due to the nagging feeling that this was all for the sake of redeeming Zuko in the eyes of each Gaang member... and not necessarily in the eyes of the audience.

They get away with it, of course, because by this point in time, the audience is 100% conditioned to love the Gaang and Zuko, and if you see them getting along, you should be rejoicing in their team-up... but if you put some emotional distance between yourself as a viewer and the events of these episodes, their writing leaves a lot to be desired, especially in the concept of giving Zuko a quick whitewashing in the eyes of Aang, Sokka and Katara, one after the other, so they can genuinely accept him as a teammate and friend. If we'd seen similar trips frequently or occasionally in the rest of the show, with two specific members of the team taking off on an adventure by themselves, it might not be so glaringly obvious (and even... artificial? I guess?) that they're trying to quick-redeem him for each of them here, but on top of it happening thrice, it's literally happening one after the other, too. There's no episodes in-between, it's just literally a four-parter arc of "let's help Zuko become friends with these three".

The plotlines to be dealt with in these episodes are basically catered to each Gaang member, tailor-made life-changing field trips based on whatever they'll value the most, all of it conveniently possible and doable in the span of time they have between Zuko's joining of their group and the show's finale. Aang needs to learn firebending, Sokka needs to save his dad, Katara is permanently grieving for her mother's death. And so, Zuko to the rescue! If he helps them with their personal character quests, he gets 50+ approval points! :'D Honestly, I'm absolutely not against the notion of Zuko befriending them, obviously not, but the methods through which they chose to make it happen simply might not be the finest...?

Zuko loses his ability to bend because he "lost his rage", but he's still angry pretty often, the show even spoofs its own writing by showing him losing his patience at Sokka... while at the same time trying to sell that Zuko "isn't angry" anymore? Zuko helps break out random prisoners from the Boiling Rock without taking a single moment to actually learn who they are, why they were locked up, and without pondering if they deserve to be helped or if perhaps they're genuinely dangerous? Zuko gives Katara every possible tool and information she needs to take revenge on Yon Rha, because, loosely quoting his own words, he "cares what she thinks of him"...?

How about if we'd seen Zuko trying to connect with Fire Nation people, to help his fellow Fire Nation citizens, especially the ones who were living in dreadful conditions, like the ones in the Jang Hui river village? How about if we'd seen Zuko saving lives rather than threatening to take them? How about if we'd seen Zuko actually reasoning with his anger, and either working his way out of it, or repurposing it consciously, or making legitimate, personal efforts to find a new source of strength for his firebending through self-reflection, above all else?

We didn't really need sudden one-on-one field trips to teach Aang, Katara and Sokka to trust Zuko: we needed Zuko to prove himself worthy of that trust, to show how much he has changed, to literally contrast his new behavior with the old, to actually see that the guy no longer jumps into violence-mode 24/7, that he's willing to listen to other people's opinions or wisdom, that he wants to learn better when he knows he's misguided or misunderstanding something or another. Would he have become BFFs with any of them in four episodes if this had happened? Well, it definitely would have happened with Aang, the other two would have been trickier, but they definitely would have been more willing to accept him if they actually got to SEE that the changes in Zuko weren't skin-deep. Katara can be as thick-headed and stubborn as she may want to be, but I have no doubts she wouldn't have been able to hate Zuko as much as she used to if she'd seen him helping people, much like she often wants their group to do. But instead, they don't get to see the actual changes and growth... they just get their biggest goals and wishes satisfied, and that's enough to decide Zuko's trustworthy, no matter whatever sketchy behavior he displays in later episodes.

I absolutely appreciate the worldbuilding context we gain for the raids on the Water Tribe through The Southern Raiders, but I don't think this was an organic way to tell the story of how Zuko became friends with the Gaang. If pressed, I'd even say that Zuko's overt desperation to be their friend is OOC, to a degree: if this guy actually knows how dangerous his father's plans are (and he's supposed to :'D), how isn't he focusing on that side of things, when he's always been such a go-getter? It's not like he grew out of this sort of ends-justify-the-means behavior, seeing as he's absolutely obsessed with stopping his father ASAP, by any means possible, in the finale, when there was no such urgency to be found ever since he joined the Gaang. How isn't he more worried about stopping Ozai than about becoming best friends with the Gaang? Immediately sharing everything he's learned about Ozai's intentions of destroying the whole world might not make them friends instantaneously, but it would certainly get someone like Sokka to take his information seriously and immediately begin strategizing how to counter Ozai's plans. Instead, Zuko spent all those weeks, over a month, even, teaching Aang firebending, going on field trips and hanging out with his new friends in Ember Island. Once you have all the cards on deck and you actually look at all of them at once, doesn't it feel like there were so many more ways to achieve what the show was going for, far more effective ways than through the "let's be friends with Zuko" arc?

Ultimately, there's very little display of growth, in my opinion, in this small arc, on Zuko's side, despite the most obvious and reasonable way to earn the trust of the Gaang would be by outright showing them how much he's grown. I won't deny I appreciate that the writers respected his personality and didn't just warp him into the perfect good softboi the way the fandom apparently interprets him, but even if Zuko was going to be cranky and speak one-liners like "I'm never happy", it wasn't impossible to write better situations for him to connect with the Gaang's members and gain their trust. Even if the writers were set on having these episodes happen exactly as they did, they absolutely could have been written in a much better way, to create an explicit and direct contrast between Zuko's early behavior and the new Zuko's behavior when it comes to things that matter (most the parallels I've seen the fandom drawing are things like "oh look he hated tea before but now he brews it for his friends! So much growth!"... would've been nice to see the growth when it came to a lot of other things, too, if the growth really was there? Am I rite...?).

I may just be influenced by other redemption arcs that focus mainly on characters having common goals and working together to achieve them, then becoming friends in the process... but I really don't see how Zuko's character benefited from these episodes. Yes, bridges were built... but they absolutely could have been built in a more organic way that didn't make people like myself (and a few others) question if Zuko had learned or grown at all, considering the way he behaves isn't all that distant from the Zuko we've seen and known throughout the rest of the show. And the fact that he really seems to have learned nothing in The Southern Raiders once you reach the show's finale... you're basically asked to take for granted Zuko did learn a lot of lessons because he says he did, to assume he's going to put them into practice sometime in the future despite he has chances to do it during the show itself but never does, simply because they drop the ball upon every opportunity to show how much he's changed.

I really don't blame his character at all, when it comes to these shortcomings... it's seriously, genuinely, a problem with the writing department. Take a look through the fandom and you'll see thousands of people who claim Zuko's character arc is the most touching, complex and beautiful writing they ever have seen... and why? Because we're in the face of tell-don't-show :'D most people's perception of Zuko's character are based not so much on HOW Zuko displays his growth, it's strongly based on him stating he made progress, even if there's too many instances where the growth simply seems to have fallen to the wayside or gone forgotten for the sake of a plotline or another. Zuko absolutely could have been written far better than this, he could absolutely have the redemption arc his fans are sure he does have, but for me... there's way too many gaps in logic, too many missed opportunities, to truly think his growth was as extraordinary as a lot of people are hung up on saying it was.

#anon #woops #I probably shouldn't have written this much here but what can I say #I've got beef with these storylines #and I unfortunately can't bbq it (?)#so instead I ramble and ramble and hope you guys forgive me for how long-winded I can be :'D

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Twin Snowflakes 38:A Knight’s Battle

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Battles, like most things in life, are often decided in an instant. Be it by mistake or by chance. Today, the people witnessed hundreds of those instances; getting a good look at just what it means to be the best and train for huntsmen life. It was invaluable knowledge for those participating, and the teacher sewing those lessons into their resolve was none other than their fellow aspiring huntsman, Nicholas Schnee. Many had lost count of the times his brilliant sword clashed with another over the hours, but not his family, nor did Port.

As another challenger fell down the stairs, the professor was almost at a loss for words. “Thirty seven, for the thirty seventh time, Nicholas Schnee has bested those eager to climb the ranks!”

The applause of the crowd was drowned out by Nick’s own thoughts. Things were going almost perfectly, counting the shaking start. Challenges had slowed down to almost none. Nobody was too excited to fight more than two rounds with him considering his vicious tactics. Many had changed their strategy to climbing the ranks higher than their start, but that was all. Nick felt a little sorry. It was like he had fizzled out many peoples’ enthusiasm to even dream of a medal. A consequence of the plan he supposed. Nick was shocked by his own prowess. The spacing between matches helped maintain or recover stamina, but even so, he felt energized beyond belief. Third place was the most hectic spot to be in. Guess he shouldn’t be so surprised, all things considered. Unlike a majority of his peers, Nick was familiar with not only fighting for his life, but fighting to gain strength to best his enemy. Shiva wasn’t gonna disappear all on her own after all.

“Who would’ve thought he’d come this far as a fighter? I gotta hand it to you guys, you turned Nick into a mini beast!” Nora praised. “Most of his fights have always been against Val, so I didn’t notice.”

Jaune chuckled, “Hehe, honestly, we’re shocked too.”

Weiss nodded, “Both Nick and Summer have always been diligent in training but I can’t say it’s shown the depths of their vigor, not like this or the duos final.” Mentioning that made everyone think about that fight all over again.

Summer felt a little uncomfortable. Regret about her lie to them hurt a little. Still, telling the full truth was something she couldn’t resolve herself to do.

“We’re desperate.” She spoke aloud. “Desperate to change, to be a better version of ourselves. One that can do the things we can’t, so failing here…it just doesn’t feel acceptable. The training would feel worthless. At least…that’s what I’m sure Nick is thinking as well.” Maybe she was trying to justify her choices but that’s how she really felt.

None of the adults could argue with the sentiment, given the situation. Summer and Nick’s feelings really couldn’t be that different from theirs when the days were nothing but nonstop training, doing everything in their power to take down Salem. Though Shiva wasn’t as world threatening, she was threatening to the world as they know it, that being their lives. Telling the kids not to worry would be fruitless.

“Good thing we’re together.” Ren said, cutting through the silence. “As long as we’re together and helping, you’ll be the people you’ll aspire to be. It’s what we do.”

“Yeah…yeah, you’re right.” Summer smiled, “Thanks for that.”

Ren smiled, he then suddenly realized his friends and wife were looking at him grins across their faces. The resident ninja turned red with embarrassment, turning back to the fights in an attempt to ignore them. “Hm? Uh guys?”

They all looked. Nick was walking over to the second platform where Eliza sits patiently. After her match Val earlier, she chose to retreat back to her spot. It surprised many that she didn’t approach again, yet chose to maintain her position. Not a hard feat, up until now anyways.

“Well well! Nick seems to be making a move, to reclaim his spot. Good thing too, this battle for glory is slowly dwindling!” Port said.

Figuring out the plan had become easier as time passed. It was safe to say most could see the method to Nick’s madness, but Weiss was still the only person to pick up on the fact her son had to be working with Eliza. A glance at Valerie was all it took to see how antsy she was. No doubt according to plan. Valerie may have been fresh for combat, but Nick was more than warmed up. He’s been calm the entire time as well.

“Our knights might soon fight, Nora.” Weiss jokes.

“Yours has to face a witch first. Fingers crossed though. Those two, always pretending to be knights along with Summer. It’s only fitting that they face off once again!”

Summer couldn’t help but cringe a little, remembering the days they all had toy weapons and acted as royal guards for their parents. In a way, they never grew out of it. Summer likes to think the virtues, even if wavered at times, still hold true. Meanwhile her brother and best friend never let the rivalry die. If only she had their energy.

Eliza stood up as Nick walked up the stairs. The boy's hair was still slicked back but messy from battle. He was composed, yet his face was tinted red. That didn’t stop his calm breathing or the burning intensity in his eyes that held not only determination, but excitement as well. That darn look. Eliza couldn’t help but get goosebumps. That look screamed “we got this” and it felt good. For as bothersome as Nick could be, Eliza couldn’t deny she was never bored when seeing him in his element; constantly thinking and not afraid to reveal his more smug,sinister side, that’s who Eliza favored. The world can have the Nick that always smiled and waved. That one was no way near as enjoyable as this jerk in front of her. She readied her spear. Though the outcome of this battle was planned, Eliza was aware this would be her first real match all day. No time to slack off.

“Try your best.” Nick said, wanting this to be as genuine as it could be. His work wouldn’t mean much if it wasn’t.

Eliza smirked, “Trust me, I intend to.” Her eyes glowed. She tapped the bottom of her spear against the ground.

Instinctively, Nick sidestepped left. A single bolt of lightning came crashing down where he stood. No better opener than a fast one. Nick returned the sentiment with his blade cloaked in electricity. Chain lightning extended from a horizontal slash that made Eliza take flight. Nick switched to fire, sending cascading waves of flames to reach her.

Summer leaned forward, “Finally breaking out the dust.”

Eliza canceled out the fire by slinging water slashes. Immediately after, she compressed an orb of it at the spear’s tip that blasted a stream of pressurized water. Nick responded by stabbing Mort Froide into the ground. A brown glyph formed before her eyes that erected a stone wall that blocked the water. A flash of white shot out from the left side that caught her attention. It was a summoning sword, but as quickly as she noticed it, it vanished.

“Damnit!” She looked right and saw Nick, already midair and ready to strike. He baited her! Eliza brought her spear up to block his blade. A hue of black glowed around the edge. Eliza’s body suddenly felt the weight of his blow double, creating enough force to send her crashing into a kneel. Lightning, fire, earth, a summon, and gravity; all in succession. Nick was giving her a first class lesson on just how proficient he actually was. Eliza rolled away onto her feet as he came down with a stab. Nick wasn’t the only one who knew how to use the elements creatively.

Cones of solid rock formed overhead and spun rapidly. With gravity dust still affecting his blade, Nick had a decent idea of her play and admittedly, had no good answer for it. He somehow managed to raise the blade up quick enough to block the rocks, exposing his body to easily getting stabbed; which Eliza was already taking advantage of. Her spear was already on its way to thrust right into him.

“He’s opened!” Eliza added stone to the blade's tip for extra kick. It should’ve been a clean hit. However, Nick is always full of surprises. Instead of attempting to dodge or move his weighted weapon down fast enough to block, Nick let it go entirely! Mort Froide fell between them, its descent timed well enough to intercept Eliza’s attack.

Nick summoned a blade into his hands that he swung along the shaft of the spear towards Eliza’s head. She actually managed to crouch low enough in time. Not only that, Eliza twisted her body around violently which made Nick jump up as the spear came swinging for his midsection. Nick wasn’t sure of the extent of Eliza’s abilities. Much like him, she trains alone often. It would be dangerous to assume her magic worked like glyphs, in which the more complex and powerful moves required a free hand. That said, she definitely uses her spear as a giant wand at times. Her work around for having a two handed weapon perhaps? Nick hit the spear’s end away from him. Eliza let go with her left and blasted a pocket of wind that was too fast to block. It hit like a gut punch that sent him sliding back.

Eliza took no chances with Nick. She liked her distance and intended to keep it. More stones were made but in the form of pillars. Not only that, Eliza sent them towards Nick’s actual sword to trap it inside the makeshift prison. “His gigas blade is only so durable. Even if he makes another, it’ll cost him aura.” Eliza swung her spear over head with both hands before smacking it to the ground to create puddles of water that shot up like gyres one after another towards Nick.

They were slow but pretty big. Nick started running around the arena’s perimeter as the attack seemed to track him. Meanwhile, Eliza shot much faster and smaller chunks of ice that might as well be bullets. “That’s right, she’s not bound to one element at a time.” He grumbled to himself, blocking ice.

The water nearly caught up because of that but in a stroke of quick thinking, Nick put a glyph on his foot as he kicked the pillar or rushing water for a burst of speed. His body was briefly sent up which he used to go into a backflip to dodge ice. When he landed, Nick kept the glyph on his foot and started sliding backwards casually as if he was on a rink. The crowd seemed to really like that. Much to Eliza’s annoyance.

“My word! Looks like we’re getting two kinds of performances. A good battle and years of ice rink skills!” Port laughed.

Not even Valerie could hold back her chuckle. Ever the showman Nick was. Even when he wasn’t trying to be. In truth, he probably figured moving like that was less taxing than actually running. Still, the flip was a little much.

The water attack finally ended and with it the field was now drenched. Nick was able to simply spin his blade to deflect ice as he moved like this. He noticed Eliza’s hand spark and bent his knee. Just like he would’ve done, Eliza hit the floor with an electrical current. Nick was ready though. He leapt into a double axel that ended with him landing on the stone wall he made earlier. Not much room for moving but it was doable.

Eliza combined fire with earth to make a molten rock half her size. She put a spin on it and aimed slightly lower than Nick’s possession to also damage the wall.

“Destroying that would cost him his sword. If he jumps, I can hit midair or catch him with another lightning blast when he touches the ground.”

Eliza watched as he ran halfway down the wall, briefly out of view before her attack exploded before hitting the wall. Nick came flying through the dust a second later. “He chose to sacrifice his-” “Huh?”

Nick did indeed break his sword to counter her attack. However, what Eliza failed to see was him create a second sword in his left, its form forged from the stone wall itself. The blade clashed violently against her spear. Eliza’s legs buckled and her jaw clenched as Nick’s face was inches away. She hadn’t thought about him using a construct made from dust to make another construct. She would’ve gotten rid of the wall sooner!

“You didn’t want me dual wielding, did you?” Nick gasped as he made a glyph in his right. Her eyes stopped glowing. She opened one hand, still using it to brace the spear, but also attempting to make a nullification orb. Nick pushed her away, hastily avoiding its range as it went off. He was only able to knock her off balance because of that attack in the first place. Nick took the opportunity to make his second gigas sword, then immediately threw it at her.

Eliza knocked it away but it gave Nick enough time to throw his stone sword at one of her rock pillars, smashing them both and making an opening to grab Mort Froide. “Crap!” She stood up.

Nick made a gravity that shifted his blade from being weighed down, to making it light; along with everything in the immediate area. The remaining pillars levitated before being sent all at once lengthwise towards Eliza at astonishing speed.

Eliza prepared to fly up but was forced to stand her ground as another gravity glyph opened under her feet. “Tsk, fine then!” Her eyes glowed again and she sent out a combination of water and wind that reduced the pillars to dust. It was all for not however as the gravity glyph unknowingly vanished once she committed to fending off the attack. Volts of electricity ran up and through her body, stunning her. The pillars had unstructured Nick from her sight, making her unwarranted that he had swapped to lightning dust and stabbed Mort Froide into the drenched battlefield. Eliza could only watch, paralyzed, as Nick was speeding through the air towards her with the gigas blade she knocked away being summoned back into his hands. In practically every way, Nick had flipped her attacks right back at her.

Nick extended the widened the size of his blade, performing a sideswipe that while damaging Eliza, focused on flinging her across the arena, right through the stairway opening. He stuck the sword in the ground to land on, avoiding his own electrical attack, and giving one hell of a pose the crowd soon wouldn’t forget as the match ended.

“And Nicholas Schnee takes his spot back!!!” Port shouted with immense excitement.

“Let’s goooo!” Both Summer and Veronica shouted, jumping out of their seats. They realized their sudden outburst and quickly sat back down.

Summer smirked, “What happened to you cheering for both?”

“Good fight Eliza!!!” Veronica yelled, attempting to look unbiased. It didn’t work but she definitely tried. “You’re awesome!!!”

Eliza didn’t hit the floor too hard. Thank goodness she actually managed to avoid hitting the stairs completely. As she sat up, she saw Nick crouched atop the hilt of his blade, hair messy and a proud smile across his face. Eliza squinted, “Drama queen.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had every intent to win that.”

Eliza got a little red. She totally got swept up into the match more than once. “You said try my best.” She defended.

“And I don’t regret it. That was fun.” He smiled.

“Just hurry up and do your job.” Eliza stood up and stretched as she walked to the edge that overlooked the rest of the fights. Her eyes maintained a glow, dispelling many people’s idea of trying to approach third place. Fourth place was in the middle of a match but with little time left and how Nick orchestrated everything, Eliza doubted the victor could or would try anything. Getting carried away probably worked in her favor. Not only that, using primarily magic meant her aura was spared excessive use. Truly, it was scary how well Nick set things up.

With nothing left but to move forward to his goal, Nick took a breath to compose himself before finally speaking. “I challenge Valerie Valkyrie.”

A simple and obvious command, yet it energized the audience. Nick was heading right into things without much rest. Not that he could afford to burn too much time. He walked up the steps.

Summer couldn’t help but grip her skirt while Veronica crossed her arms. They weren’t the only ones on edge. Ren found himself tapping his foot. This should’ve been a match for the books, but with how things have been between the two kids, he wasn’t sure he wanted them to fight.

“You think…they’ll be friends after this.” He said aloud, surprising most.

Nora raised brows. “Of course!” She said with confidence. “I mean sure, they’ve been a little tense between each other but neither of them would hold a loss over the other.”

Weiss nodded, “Yeah, Val is a good sport and Nick has never been a sore loser in the past.”

“I know. It’s just…they haven’t really talked much recently. Fighting is bound to bring up festering emotions.”

Veronica could sense the growing concern among them. “So what?” She huffed, “If you ask me, neither of them are that good at talking to begin with. I say a fight is overdo. Not like any of you haven’t tussled before.”

She had a good point. Words didn’t solve everything. Still, Ren watched cautiously. “Let’s just hope it’s a fight that doesn’t go too far.”

Nick reached the top. This was it. The excuses of waiting until after the tournament would soon be over. They were about to see if all the space between them was worth anything. Valerie didn’t look particularly excited as she looked at Nick’s serious expression. This truly was nothing like last year’s battle.

Valerie spoke, “Ummm how you holding up? Things got pretty heated after the doubles.”

“Don’t worry, I’m plenty focused now. I suggest you do the same. Unless you really think all that space did you any favors like it did me.” He readied his blade.

Valerie’s eyes narrowed. She drew her double bladed battle ax slowly. “Fine, guess we’ll talk when you’re done pouting.”

Nick walked around Valerie, looking for an opening. If she bought his rude attitude so easily that she wouldn’t attempt using her semblance, then his plan really was working. Lack of fighting, their tension, tournament nerves; Valerie had to be feeling anxious. Most people would assume she’s most like her mother, but Nick knew better. No matter how confident and outgoing, enterally, she stressed about every little thing. Any moment now, she would surely…

“Tsk.” Valerie lunged at Nick, not waiting for him to make the first move. “Don’t talk smack if you won’t back it up!”

“Maybe she is more Nora?” He thought, diving out of the way of her ax.

Nick rolled onto his feet. The dance had begun. He slashed along the ground while making a glyph that sent a trail of icicles to her. It was no surprise seeing her smash right through with a single forward slash. He back stepped a swipe at her chest then tapped his sword against her ax to overextend the swing. Val threw out a raising knee that clipped his chin. Leave it to her to maintain pressure. Nick put a glyph under her raised leg like step. The expected stop messed with her rhythm and Nick backed away.

“He didn’t sweep her foot?” Veronica said in shock.

“I know you have your fair share of battles with Valerie but trust me, Nick knows better than trying to topple her or stay close.” Summer warned. “These two know exactly what they need to do to win.”

Nick made pockets of ice around the area. “Let’s do this.” He took off! Ice swords shot from the frozen areas and into the sky, all of them spinning. Valerie split her ax into duel tomahawks. The blades rain down where most shattered against Valerie’s quick blocks while she ran.The ones that missed landed like fallen blades on a battlefield around them. Nick came swinging for her knees but she leaped over his sword then turned to face him as he was already swinging for her body with an ice sword he must’ve caught. Valerie deflected it quickly, then did the same for his real blade. Again and again, one after another, Nick switched what sword to thrust at her, keeping Valerie constantly moving her arms and stepping back.

Nicholas swung the ice blade with all his might, causing it to shatter against the ax. The moment it did, his left hand was already causing another sword to shoot towards her. Valerie jumped out of the way and he caught his new blade. Nick kicked off a glyph to immediately close the gap she made then continued slashing viciously against her defenses. The sound of their weapons rang like an armory hard at work. No matter what, Nick had to keep Valerie moving at his pace.

Veronica’s eyes could hardly keep track. Nick’s attacks were getting faster! There was a blade always close by for him to either grab immediately or send his way. Credit had to be given though. Valerie was keeping up well. She hadn’t gotten hit yet. Veronica watched the girl push Nick off but a glyph was made to not only catch him, but lunch him up, then straight down to make her block upwards. Nick flipped his body so he’d fall behind her but Valerie was quick to turn with him.

Summer found herself captivated. Her brother got low and aimed at thigh level. The moment Valerie jumped he crossed his blades under her feet, launching her into the air. “Woah!” Nick took into the air after her by springboarding off a glyph.

Valerie kept parrying the relentless attack. There was barely a moment to breathe let alone think, and midair combat was not her forte. Nick swung down with both swords. The force broke another ice sword but sent her crashing down. However, it was a short fall. A glyph rose to the sky to meet her back. Valerie let out a grunt of pain but still got to her feet. Nick came down with a stab into the glyph that turned it blue. The shattered ice in the air reformed his blade, but clearly weaker, as one block broke it completely. That’s when she gasped. Valerie looked down through the glyph to see all the shattered and remaining swords flying up to meet her. Nick immediately dove away while retrieving his blade, destroying their foothold.

“Shit!” Valerie covered her face and did her best to ball up as a storm of blades flew into her. As they cleared, red light spread across the coliseum. Below her was Nick with his sword to the sky. At his feet were flames that combined at Mort Froide’s tip into a massive ball.

Eliza smiled. “You gave yourself the time, built up power, made the shape, all you gotta do is aim and…”

The massive fireball shook the ground as it launched into the sky. As it got closer, Valerie felt like it was more of a small sun than a simple flame. He had to use most of his flame dust on it! She combined her axes then aimed it left, pulling its trigger to move out of the path.

“Noooo!” Summer and Weiss cried. They were there when Nick could barely light a candle. They wanted that to hit!

Port laughed, “Ha! Such a fine weapon!” He said with complete bias. “Nothing beats guns and axes!”

Nick smirked, remembering Eliza’s teachings. He did all the steps and fired it off. Now he can focus on one thing, direction. “Got you.” He pointed at Valerie. The fireball exploded into smaller, faster flames that rained down like a meteor shower.

Weiss, Summer, and Eliza nearly screamed. “He made the candle training a move!? Valerie is the candle!?!?”

Valerie shot up to bring to the ground faster then shot left for a speedy dodge from the flame salvo. Nick b-lined it towards her. The glyph on his glyph on his sword kept the fire homing in. Valerie swung her ax against his blade but the flames slammed against his sword with tremendous force. Nick managed to overcome the brute force of her strike and slashed against Valerie with a blazing strike that slammed her against the barrier.

As people cheered and Veronica watched Nick smile through the sweat that ran down his face as he rolled his shoulders, she understood what Summer said earlier. Not only that, but the depths of why Nick’s body was worn out the way it was when she examined him. This was a battle of endurance. Nick has to be faster consistently. In the split time Valerie was able to match his strength in the brief moment she had time to set the pace of her swing. If she got a clean hit on him on her own terms… Veronica doubts even his aura could take many blows like that.

“Is he gonna be okay? He might burn out going this hard.”

“He’ll be fine.” Jaune said with confidence. “When it’s something important, Nick never feels tired until the job is done.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Valerie stumbled forward a bit. The impact made her ears ring but other than that, she was fine. Just…alarmed. “That was new. Guess Summer taught him some tricks. That’s fine.” She shook herself off and went back to duel wielding. “I got this. I got this~”

Nick watched her pink aura begin to glow faintly. His entire body reeled backwards as one of the tomahawks came swinging by without warning. “That’s fast!” He put up a glyph to block his left, but Valerie broke right through. “And strong!” Nick swung his blade around to his left. The brunt of the attack was avoided but he was still sent flying towards the stairway.

“Yes!” Nora cheered.

A glyph manifested in front of the stair. A human sized Arma Gigas arm came flying out of it, catching Nick by the arm and flinging him right back at Valerie like a spinning top. Nick’s hands had a death grip on his hilt. He swung down with all the momentum and hit Valerie so hard that wind came off the strike like a shock wave.

Valerie’s forearms took the blow. Both growled and looked at each other like predators fighting for dominance. A blade manifested in Nick’s left hand and the two crossed blades; dual wielder vs dual wielder in a blitz that sent sparks flying. It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.

“Wow, wasn’t expecting that.” Nora said casually, like she didn’t just preemptively celebrate. “They’re really going for it!”

Summer couldn’t believe her eyes. Valerie was keeping up? She had actually gotten faster! “Nobody gets that fast in a few weeks. Did she…learn to actually buff herself?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Nora folded her arms and nodded proudly. “My little girl is evolving! It’s not as potent as with others but during some sparring she was really trying to hype herself up to withstand something and well, voilà!”

“What could she have possibly been trying to withstand to have this kind of awakening!?” Winter looked at Nora, who immediately turned away nervously. “Nora?”

“I may or may not have…fired one too many grenades.”

Everyone went silent. That poor girl is what they all thought. Never a dull moment in the Valkyrie house.

It was an unexpected development, but Summer remained confident in her brother. “Nick still has this under control.” She tapped her leg to the rhythm of the strikes.

The two students were going blow for blow. Nick would block with one blade then try striking with the other, only for her to do the same. His eyes darted left and right, down at their feet and back up in an instant. He refused to miss a step. Valerie’s attacks were heavy. Each direct block made his arms ache but it wasn’t as bad as her dominating the pace. It also helped that Nick wasn’t facing the double ax. Step, strike, block, pivot, step, strike, block, pivot. It was simple, manageable for close quarters, which was exactly why it would crumble apart.

Valerie pivoted her right foot and stepped forward as her left hand aimed for Nick’s left arm. She watched his left side lean back to make room for his sword to block. Sure enough he did it, but he also sent a stinging pain along her ribs. “Ngh!” She grit her teeth. He grazed her, but how? Several blocks in and again she felt steel graze her cheek before another cut down her bicep. “Gah, damnit!”

“What’s wrong Val, tired?” Nick slammed his hilt against Valerie’s right wrist before jerking his arm upward to block the left ax while the gigas blade ran across her stomach like a bow on a violin.

Summer tapped her leg faster as Nick’s pace quickened rapidly before slowing, then increasing again. “When it’s all said and done, Nick is just faster.”

Valerie remembered the video of them fighting the Paladin. In comparison, Nick was definitely doing more dexterous movements back then. Especially towards the end. Then she hadn’t thought about it much, but Nick made it in time to take a hit for Summer during doubles.

“H…How fast is Nick?”

“He’s always been pretty quick. I’m still quicker and way more precise on average, but if Nick really wants to move, then he’s gonna force himself to move. Valerie got used to the pace, so he’s making it inconsistent by randomly going faster.”

“That can’t be good for his arms. The moments are so violent.”

“Oh yeah. He’s gonna hate himself later.” Summer laughed, “but he’ll hate himself more if he doesn't do everything he can to win.”

Ruby watched quietly with a warm smile on her face as Nick gave it everything he had. “That’s it, that’s the speed you need. If you don’t have the strength, leave your enemies in the dust.”

Nick went in for another hit but the strain on right shoulder made him waver. Val was able to block his attack. He hastily put a glyph under her that slid her away before she could punish his mistake. Both breathed heavily. Nick’s arms shook. All his strikes felt like scratching a brick wall. Valerie has always been strong but he never stopped being amazed by just how tanky she was. Still, all her muscles needed air. As long as he managed that then he’d be okay. Harriet didn’t hound him about joining track for nothing after all. He knew he had the stamina; as well as the aces up his sleeve.

Valerie was a little banged up but still rearing to go. She made her battle ax and fired a round at Nick before leaping at him and coming down with tremendous force that shook the floor, almost hitting Nick. A mighty horizontal swing kept him at bay then another round was fired. “Getting tired?”

“You wish!” He taunted. No way was he about to let anything she said mess him up. “Though you’ve seen better days.” A line cyan colored glyph divided the arena and hexagonal patterns made a massive wall, way too big for Valerie to go over.

“Hard light dust!?” She panted.

“Did you forget I’m rich?” Nick took a knee. Valerie’s words didn’t work, but that didn’t change the fact he’s been fighting all day. Of course he was winded!

Valerie wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass her by. She swung her ax with hands, chipping the wall.

“What the hell does Nora feed you?” Nick said, watching her hit again and cracking the wall. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His head rested on the helt and left hand lightly held the gigas blade. Another loud crash and he knew the wall was breached. He opened his eyes to see Valerie on her way alarmingly fast, but he did not move.

“Do or die time.” A golden glyph with gears spun underneath his body.

Both Winter and Weiss watched in baited breath and cross fingers as the gears spun faster and faster, enveloping Nick in the golden glow.

Valerie didn’t blink, yet somehow, Nick was no longer kneeling. He was a hair away, his swords cross slashing up her body. She barely let out a couch before being hounded with a barrage of slashes. His swords sliced, carved, and stabbed at her aura from top to bottom. Nick was silent, his body moving on instinct. Time dilation was always his sister’s thing. He must’ve poured too much aura into it, because he had never gone this fast. He nearly let his blades fly from his grip, but quickly spun them like windmills to regain some control by adjusting his grip. So what if Valerie could take his hits? That just meant he had to strike until she couldn’t! His right hand swung upward diagonally while his left cut across her stomach. He brought his right back down the same direction then spun around to whip his left blade around for another horizontal slash; finishing with a right thrust to the chest so forceful that Valerie got blown back. Overcome with the adrenaline, Nick lunged after her for a follow up.

Valerie was shaken up fiercely. Nick was doing things he never did on his own! The boy was descending quickly with his left sword ready to stab. She quickly fired her gun but Nick bounced off a glyph to the right then came zooming by with both blades slashing her body before she finally hit the floor rolling. Thankfully she rolled with her hands and knees ready to prop her up to track Nick. All she saw was a streak of gold and white coming at her. Valerie dropped her ax and put her hands up. Her teeth grinded against each other as she attempted to grab his sword. Her feet scraped the metal flooring as her body slid back until they finally stopped. Valerie cracked then shattered the gigas blade with her bare hands. A strained roar left her lungs as she slammed Nick against the ground hard before flinging him across the room as she fell. She wouldn’t lose to him. Valerie refused to lose to him.

Nick’s aura flickered as he hit the ground rolling. When he stopped, Nick slammed his fist against the floor, creating a detailed glyph under him. He raised his head to see Valerie holding her left arm and looking visibly concerned. That slam hurt, but it would’ve been far worse if he hadn’t battered her arms. Slashes, recoil, breaking his constructs, just how much could those muscles endure.

“Getting tired?” He taunted, the smugness coming through loud and clear. He didn’t need a semblance for his words to affect Valerie. The girl wasn’t looking at him like a friend right now, but a rival she very much wanted to crush.

Valerie rose to her feet, pissed off and in pain. The sounds of cheering didn’t even help. Not when she knew for certain what got them riled up. Though her blood boiled, her body shook nervously, disguised as adrenaline. White particles formed around Nick and in that moment, the fear of losing deepened; as well as the jealousy in her heart.

Family and audience alike were speechless. Even Summer found herself clenching her fist slowly and biting her lip. “Just when I think I’m catching up you move forward, just barely out of reach.”

Nick picked himself off the floor. “If this doesn't close the gap in strength now, then nothing will.” He stumbled forward a bit. The white particles manifested more and more until they became armor that dawned his body all the up to his neck. “White knight.” The gigas helmet formed over his face. He gripped his blade with both hands and stood ready.

What was a fluke at the examination was now summoned in earnest before Valerie’s eyes. Armored Nicholas took off running. He was about as fast as he was at the start of the fight. They both raised their weapons overhead and swung downward, clashing. Valerie’s arms immediately ached then gave way. This wasn’t good. He was much stronger than before, and with his actual sword, she was in trouble. Their hits were much heavier and though the pace was manageable again, Valerie was very much aware that circumstances were not in her favor.

Weiss could tell by everyone’s face that nobody was aware of this development. “How did he sneak this by us? I helped him with progress but he didn’t manage to make a complete summon.”

“I don’t think he’s thinking about it.” Veronica said. “I watched that exam video hundreds of times and asked Harriet about it. She said Nick looked like he was just in a zone. He may have summoned this, but I doubt he could tell you how he’s doing it.”

“If that’s the case then I doubt it’ll last for too long. Still, this is beyond shocking. Not to mention smart.”

“Smart?” Summer turned to her mother.

“For the most part, you actively have to control summons to get them to do what you want. It’s very much a conscious effort. Though some parts can become an afterthought.”

“So by wearing the armor, Nick can move it without thinking much, while also being protected.”

“Actually…” Winter chimed in. “I believe…he’s doing the opposite. Think about it. He’s been fighting vigorously for hours now. In this fight alone he’s pushed his body to physical limits. The pain and fatigue has to be setting in, so in other words, his mind must be far outpacing his body.”

Summer looked down to see the full swings and blocks he was performing. She couldn’t believe what her aunt was implying. “You’re joking. The armor is moving him!?”

Nick blocked a blow to the head then threw a left punch at Valerie’s face before slashing downward. The concentration was so dire that not even Port wanted to say anything. Harsh, winding swipes were made by both. Valerie sidestepped a vertical slash but failed to stop her ax from getting pinned. Without thinking, she headbutted with all her might into the helmet. It shattered to reveal the intensity Nick held within his eyes. He took an ax to his ribs just to trade the blow with an armored fist to the gut he twisted in. He needed clean hits and he needed them now! His fist glowed and out came the gigas blade violently. Valerie let out a guy wrenching grunt at the surprise attack. He pulled the blade back and slashed down with Mort Froide.

In a desperate attempt, her options running low, Valerie unloaded her dust ammo and slashed it midair. The crude handling of it caused an explosion of thick smoke that filled the area. All people could see were sparks of metal clash, hear the sounds of the battle, and then…silence. Amity Colosseum went so still that it was as if everyone held their breath. What could’ve only been a couple of seconds felt like an eternity, until…boom! The sound of a rumbling blow was heard by all. Nicholas came flying out; falling down to the second platform. The smoke cleared and Valerie barely stood, her body shaking with Mort Froide in hand and wide eyes filled in disbelief.

“And Nicholas Schnee is down! What a major upset!!” Port screamed, sweating from the match he just witnessed.

The arena erupted in cheers while Nick’s family said nothing. Blake and Yang were both at a complete loss for words. They thought he had it!Summer and Weiss both had their mouths covered why Winter and Whitley groaned, upset on Nick’s behalf. Ruby and Jaune clapped, always supporting both. However, Penny did not. Instead she frowned before leaving her seat. Veronica and Summer both instinctively moved down to the passageway. Nick probably didn’t want them there but both knew how badly he wanted to win. Nora cheered for her daughter, but Ren, he paused for a moment. For as much as he wanted his daughter to win, he couldn’t help but notice the flow of purple petals his semblance showed the swarmed Valerie with guilt.

Eliza went pale. He lost. Nicholas lost. Her eyes locked with Valerie. The girl was battered beyond belief, but as the winner she had a grace period. Eliza looked at the horizon. With the sun nearly set, there was no time to challenge first again, but second; she looked at Nick.

He slowly got to his knees, his mind still racing. Nick was in shock. He looked up and saw the conflicting feelings on Eliza’s face as she took a step, her hands on her spear.

Second place was an easy fight away. All she had to do was walk up the stairs. As she took another step, Eliza noticed something she wished she hadn’t. Try as Nick might, though he said nothing, it didn’t stop his eyes from watering just enough for Eliza to spot. Then she made the mistake of looking back at the other fighters who watched carefully. Eliza could guarantee second place, but as for third, in Nick’s condition, it would’ve been open season for all the people he held back.

“What are you waiting for!?” Jupiter yelled, a few platforms down.

Eliza felt her gut tense up. It’s not her fault the plan fell apart. She did everything she was supposed to. Nick was supposed to win! Why didn’t he win! He couldn’t hold it against her for taking this opportunity. He still won doubles. His parents would be proud. She wanted to make her father- that’s when she gasped. Eliza looked into the crowd where she last saw her father. There she found him, watching the entire thing. He didn’t look anxious, or unbothered. He was simply watching her, his eyebrow raised as if he knew she found him. Eliza looked at the sun one final time, then walked back down the stairs, dropping her spear as the sky grew dark and the final buzzer rang. The tournament had come to a close.

“That’s it folks! In the end, the Queen reigns supreme! Valerie Valkyrie!” Port announced. Though he was thrilled, he did not let good deeds fitting a huntsman go unnoticed. “Give a hand to everyone for participating. And let’s not forget the indomitable will shown by young Nicholas Schnee, or the exceptional honor of Eliza Marigold. Better luck next year to all. The award ceremony will begin in half an hour; followed by the closing performance.”

The platforms begin floating back down. Eliza saw a few pissed off participants, but she didn’t care. Second place was important, but not that important. A second bronze will have to do. She turned around. “Don’t get the wrong idea Ni-”

The boy suddenly took off running, jumping off the platform. Immediately after, Valerie ran after him.

“Wait!” She left both their weapons behind. Her body was screaming but she kept going, eventually catching up in the passageway. She tried grabbing his wrist. “Nick! Please wait, I-”

He smacked her hand away, tears running down his face as he seethed. Footsteps from Valerie and Summer made him turn his head and without a word, Nick took off running past them; not even giving them a glance.

They both saw the tears and redness of his cheeks. Veronica had never seen him so upset, and Summer could only think of a hospital long ago. Nick was always a good sport but this really hit him hard. More so than she expected. Summer couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she had already made today stressful for him. Veronica was about to run after him if not for Summer grabbing her hand but then immediately letting go as she remembered how the faunus hated being touched. Veronica looked at her.

“Umm maybe we should let him take a minute?” She said defensively.

“….Yeah.” Veronica sighed, rubbing her head. “Okay.” Honestly she wouldn’t know what to say even if she chased him. Veronica knew all too well the sting of coming up short. “Guess I should congratulate you.” She looked at Valerie.

Summer noticed how overwhelmed her best friend looked. To be fair, who wouldn’t be? “Hey, I know he’s upset but I’m sure he’ll bounce back so cheer up!” Her comforting words fell flat, as Valerie’s eyes watered. Summer rubbed the girl’s arm. “Val? C’mon, what’s wrong?”

“She cheated.” A voice echoed softly, making Valerie jolt.

All three turned around to see Penny standing in the passageway.

“Or I suppose…played dirty is more appropriate. My eyes, they saw through the smoke.”

Veronica’s ear’s fell. She looked back at Valerie with anger slowly bubbling at what she just heard. “What?”

Summer recognized the growing guilt on Valerie. Her hand slowly fell from Valerie’s arm and she stepped back in disbelief. “Wha…what did you do?” Her voice filled with hurt. “Valerie, what happened in the smoke!?”

“I…” her voice trembled, arms hugging herself as she choked up.

“I kissed him.”

#rwby #rwby au #rwbabies #rwby twin snowflakes #nicholas schnee #summer schnee #veronica belladonna #nora valkryie #eliza marigold #winter schnee #weiss schnee #penny polendina #lie ren #nora valkyrie

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Irrational

Characters: Ganyu, Jean, Keqing, gn!reader

Word Count: 4,100

Warnings: Alcohol

Premise: Emotions aren’t always rational, a fact easy enough to ignore when one is happy or in love, or in any similar situation. However more negative aspects aren’t always as easy to ignore.

In which the reader’s s/o is jealous.

Author’s Note: This is our welcome for Jean! I have to admit she was really enjoyable to write. Especially in a prompt such as this, my guilty pleasure trope.

Not proofread because I’m tired will do so tomorrow.

Ganyu

Relationships were still something that often eluded Ganyu. Friendships, work dynamics, love, they all spun around in her head, and though she sometimes found her bearings, relationships still felt like walking on a tightrope high above a dark and churning sea.

These thoughts and feelings still lingered in her mind, even now when her relationship with you was rock solid she still worried. Ganyu was a mess of repressed emotions; isolated from most of humanity she still felt the need to be absolutely perfect near you, to never let her emotions get the best of her, to be the best partner one can be.

Which is why she hated those stupid love notes.

They’d started arriving about a year and a half into your relationship. At first you’d thought it was from her, but your look of happiness quickly turned to one of embarrassment and slight discomfort when she revealed she had no idea who was leaving little gifts and notes at your desk. Although you made a point to get rid of them as soon as you’d read the contents of the letter they still kept coming, and every day Ganyu saw one of those pink little envelopes on your desk she grew more and more irritated.

And yet Ganyu still didn’t want to tell you, for she was afraid that you would think she was suspecting you in some ways. You couldn’t control what was going on after all, why should she burden you with her fears, with the emotions that threatened to squeeze all the air out of her lungs and tear her thoughts to shreds. No, she wouldn’t burden you with this, she’d take care of it herself. You wouldn’t want to be bothered with her stupidity anyways, it’d only cause more problems.

“I really don’t understand who’s doing this.” You groaned, entering the office one morning to the sight of a rose on your desk, the telltale envelope attached to the stem with a red ribbon. Walking over to it, dragging your feet in a way that made Ganyu, who had been standing behind you, giggle you tore open the letter in one nonchalant movement.

“What does it say?” Ganyu kept her voice as soft as possible, trying desperately to ignore the emotions that were threatening to cut off her throat. How long was this going to go on?

“Oh listen to this,” you scoffed, turning towards Ganyu, a wry sort of smile plastered across your face, “my dear friend – as if whoever this creep is would ever be a friend of mine. I noticed recently that you’ve become quite close to the secretary of the Liyue Qixing. I would never question your decisions – oh of course not – but I find that work romances never last. Perhaps if we were to meet I could explain to you why, though I’m sure you already know the reasons yourself and would never dream in participating in such a thing. Still, I await you reply. Sincerely, your secret admirer.”

With a flourish you bowed, before promptly chucking the letter in the trash. “Well at least they seem finally to be catching on to the fact I’m disinterested. Honestly though, I don’t know what this person is thinking. I really ought to complain to the department, see if they can’t find out why this is happening.”

“I agree,” Ganyu couldn’t help but let disgust fill her voice, “this is harassment. You really ought to tell someone about it.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, before sighing. “I’d hate to be a pain though…”

“You aren’t!” Ganyu shook her head, indignant at the insinuation. “Protecting yourself isn’t being a pain. This isn’t merely distracting, it’s concerning. You deserve better.”

“Thank you Ganyu.” You smiled; glancing around to make sure no one was there you gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “You’re always looking out for me.”

“Of course I am!” Ganyu replied, her face burning slightly. “I love you.” She added softly.

“I love you too.” You smiled. Sitting down you glanced at the rose as if it were a weapon rather than a flower. “A pity they keep sending flowers, I hate to throw out the poor things.” Hesitating you took it in your hands, smiling sheepishly as you stuffed it into your desk drawer. Ganyu smiled back, attempted to ignore the small twinge of annoyance that rattled in her and whispered that she should burn the reminder of her suffering.

The two of you had worked later than usual that day, and it showed the next morning as you failed to show up at your usual spot. Although Ganyu might’ve normally waited for you, today she glanced around her before quickening her pace as she made her way towards the Qixing headquarters. This was the opportunity she’d been waiting for, and though she felt slightly bad about sneaking around behind your back she was also at her wits’ end, and if she wasn’t going to tell you then she was surely going to figure out once and for all what was going on.

The door had been left open by the last person who entered, and Ganyu wrinkled her nose at the irresponsibility of such a thing before walking inside herself. The office was mostly dark, and the contrast of your light being the only one visible throughout the hallway immediately put her on high alert.

Her suspicions were justified when she walked through the door. A man was standing at the edge of your desk. In one hand was a bouquet of flowers and in the other was an all too familiar note. Although Ganyu might’ve normally been merely frightened and appalled she now found herself more angry than anything else, and her words were spat out with a vehemence she hadn’t entirely known she’d possessed.

“What in Teyvat do you think you’re doing here?” She asked, voice shaking slightly. The man jolted and turned around, relazing when he saw who it was. That was a mistake.

“Ah it’s the secretary,” His smile was mocking and the way he bobbed his head made it clear he thought nothing of the half-adeptus in front of him. “I was wondering who would catch me eventually. Didn’t expect it to be the Tianquan’s personal servant.”

“Answer my question.” Ganyu spoke once more, completely unfazed by the insults of a man who was so utterly loathsome. “What are you doing here.”

“You’re rather dull aren’t you,” the man’s tone was a dismissive as before, “I didn’t realize this needed any explanation. I think it’s very clear that I’m here to deliver something to this office’s owner.”

“Do you even know their name?” If Ganyu hadn’t been so angered perhaps she would’ve found the man’s expression hilarious. He seemed to be completely malfunctioning.

“Of course I know it!” He finally let out. “It’s written on the plaque outside the door if you’ve forgotten. But I doubt you would. You seem awfully close to them recently.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Oh but it is.” The man’s smile was utterly enraging. “They’re very important to me after all.”

“They aren’t even aware of your existence.” Ganyu spat. Approaching closer she drew herself up as tall as she could. “They’d never have anything to do with someone as worthless and creepy as you.”

“What exactly am I doing that’s creepy?” The man backed away slightly, slight panic mixing with defensiveness. “I’m only showing them how much I care for them! What’s wrong with that? You’re just jealous aren’t you. You want them for yourself, don’t you. Well you can’t have them, because they’re mine.”

“They don’t belong to anyone.” Ganyu replied, voice made soft and hoarse from the anger burning in her chest and pounding in her ears. “And if you can’t see that then you’re even worse a person than I thought you could be. You may think them something to possess, and you worthy to possess them; but in reality you’re lower than dirt and they owe you nothing, not even the air you breathe. You should leave now. You may have no respect for privacy, or rank, or profession. But the Liyue Qixing are nowhere close to incompetent. And if you value a life not spend in total societal isolation or, Morax forbid, behind bars, I suggest you never return.”

“You really ought to listen to her.” Your voice was music to Ganyu’s ears after what had just passed. Turning her head slightly she saw you leaning against the door, a grim smile painted across your face. “She’s the person in this office least likely to simple chuck you out the window.”

Gulping slightly the man finally moved. Shooting one last glare at both you and Ganyu he scuttled out into the hallway. Only when she heard the front door close did Ganyu breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” She said, flushed with embarrassment and the lingering anger she felt. “I shouldn’t’ve threatened them, or lost my temper like that.”

“You were utterly in your right.” You smiled. “In fact you were quite gallant if I do say so myself!”

“I lost control of myself,” Ganyu shook her head, “I wasn’t thinking about doing the right thing, or protecting you. I wasn’t thinking of anything. I was only angry. Angry and… well I don’t know.”

“Jealous?” You suggested. Flushing, Ganyu glanced at the ground.

“Maybe.” She whispered.

The half-adeptus glanced up in surprise as you wrapped you arms around her. After a while she returned the gesture, and for a while there was simply silence as you two basked in each other’s presence.

“You shouldn’t feel bad about being jealous.” You spoke after a while. “Every feels jealous sometimes, it’s completely normal. And in this case it was positively valiant! Even if you weren’t thinking of me, you still stood up for me. And I couldn’t be more grateful.”

“I lost my temper.” Ganyu was stubborn in her conviction that what she’d done was wrong. Lessons that she’d taught herself about displaying her emotions passed through her thoughts. “It’s not good to be jealous. I’ll only end up pushing you away if I keep losing myself to my emotions.”

“Being jealous is only a problem when it spirals out of control,” you replied, “being offended at the way someone speaks about your partner, or disliking the fact your partner is getting sent weird letters every day is something that any normal person would be jealous about. Even if the person turned out to be such a lout like that one.”

“You aren’t angry?” Ganyu ventured, still skeptical. You drew away slightly so she could see your face. You were smiling brightly.

“Not a bit.”

“Good.” Ganyu smiled back.

You nodded your head. Apparently satisfied you moved to grab the stuff you’d left in the doorway. Still somewhat unsure Ganyu walked over to you.

“Um, can I ask something?”

“Sure!” You replied. “Anything.”

“Um… can you get rid of the rose in your desk?”

You paused for a moment before giggling. Walking over to your desk you took out the offending flower, opening the window and throwing it out onto the lawn.

“There we go.” You turned around. “I’m sorry if that was making you uncomfortable. Tell me next time you’re feeling jealous, alright?”

“Okay.” Ganyu whispered.

Relationships were confusing. So many invisible lines that one might trip over. Still Ganyu would gladly learn where the lines were in regards to you. For she loved you. So very much.

Jean

Jean didn’t like work parties at the best of times, but now it was all she could do not to scream as she watched the young knight next to you begin to break into verse, proclaiming to all the – hopefully blacked out – knights around you that he loved only you.

Normally Jean was pretty dismissive of the antics of her coworkers. Being the Acting Grand Master she saw it as her duty never to be too punishing, always aware not only of the power she held in such a position, but also of the respect that she had garnered, that she had worked tirelessly for. The Knights of Favonius, from the highest ranked captain to the lowest foot soldier, was comprised up of well meaning, enthusiastic workers. Despite all their faults she cared deeply about them all, and could often sidesteps their antics as the result of their camaraderie.

This time however felt different. Even if Jean knew full well that the knight probably meant nothing serious by it, knew that he was simply drunk and having a good time, she still couldn’t help the coil of emotions that wound taught into her stomach. Scowling slightly into her drink she cursed herself. Maybe she was the tipsy one, for only a fool would be jealous in a situation like this.

“Feeling already Grand Master?” Kaeya’s voice was as cheerful and as unassuming as usual, not at all revealing the fact that he should’ve been utterly plastered. Now he simply sat down across from his irritated coworker, taking another swig before glancing over towards what was capturing Jean’s attention.

“What do you want Kaeya?” Jean asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from its obvious ending. Kaeya was currently the only member of the knights who knew of the relationship between the two of you, and though he took that honor very seriously he was also quick to tease, something made only worse by his current state.

“Ah I see what’s going on.” Kaeya smirked, refusing to cooperate. “What’s going on here? A lover’s quarrel perhaps. No. Our dear adventurer seems hardly happy with the situation. What could it be then?” He let out a sudden gasp. “Is our dear knight jealous?”

“Neither they nor I are ‘our dear’ anything.” Jean pointed out, rolling her eyes. “And I’m hardly jealous. Only pitying the poor soul for the embarrassment he’s going to feel tomorrow if he or anyone in his regiment remembers this.”

“Ahh, I see.” Kaeya replied, tone of voice making it plenty obvious that he didn’t believe Jean one bit. Shooting him a dirty look Jean sighed, once more raising the beer she was drinking to her lips. She didn’t much like beer really, but it was sort of the signature drink of Mondstadt – unless you were rich enough to afford Dandelion Wine on the regular, which few were – and Jean felt the compulsion to blend in with those around her in taste and in manner. Although in this case it was becoming difficult to do so.

Was she jealous? Although Jean would like to say surely not she wasn’t so naïve or so optimistic. She knew very well that she was jealous, but there really was no reason to be so. It felt somewhat below her, to be so blatantly upset by this pseudo-flirtation. Wasn’t she more aware, more mature than that? The answer became very clear when the knight stopped his verbal rambling and attempted, somewhat unsuccessfully, to grab your hand.

“Sir Heinrich.” Jean’s voice had taken on the authority that she rarely liked to use in casual company. “Might I ask you to control yourself in the presence of our guest.”

Heinrich, apparently not so drunk as to be unable to read the now somewhat tense room, immediately and somewhat dramatically, snapped into attention. “G-Grand Master Jean! Yes, of course! I’m so sorry.” Bowing quickly he promptly burst into tears and, proclaiming that he’d betrayed his Grand Master, was dragged outside by some friends, hopefully to sleep off his inebriation.

The tone of the party quickly returned to its jovial origins, anyone still in attendance at 3:00 was either Jean, you, Kaeya, or too drunk to care about what had just happened. Jean, however, was somewhat surprised, and extremely embarrassed, by her sudden outburst. Sinking down on the stool next to you she put her head in her hands.

“I’m going to have to apologize for that tomorrow.” She sighed. Glancing over towards you she reached out her hand, which you quickly took, palm sliding gently into hers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be! I don’t mind a bit of flattery, but that was becoming… a bit much.” You let out a giggle, the glass next to you an indicator that you were probably a bit tipsy yourself. “Besides, you’re very cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” Jean scoffed, blushing slightly. “You and Kaeya I swear, incorrigible.”

“How am I not surprised he picked up on it too,” you laughed, smiling fondly. “I don’t mind it, at least not in cases like this. By all means, be as jealous as you want.”

“I’m not jealous.” Jean insisted, shaking her head violently.

Laughing you leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the head, ignoring the scandalized gasps from the remaining crowd.

“Whatever you say, my dear knight in shining armor.”

Jean let out a nervous giggle. What was she going to do with you, now that she loved you so much.

Keqing

Keqing wanted to make it very clear that she never became jealous. Absolutely not, under no circumstances.

She had more respect for herself after all, more respect for you. It was below your relationship to be worried over something such as jealousy, and Keqing for her part resolved never to lower herself to such a level, even if you were somewhat more dismissive of the idea than she was.

“Jealousy is an emotion,” you explained when she asked you why you were so cavalier in regards to the notion, “and since I know both you and I are hardly likely to spin out of control if it were to happen, I don’t really find the idea repulsive.”

“You’re very strange.” Had been all Keqing could respond, not wanting to argue with you about it. It would never happen anyhow. No point in fighting about it.

Now Keqing was somewhat regretting that statement as she watched the woman next to you chatter away while she stood, still as a rock, trying desperately to bite back the retorts that were running through her mind at everything this random lady was telling you.

“It really is such a pleasure to see you again!” You smiled at the woman, some friend of yours and, from what Keqing gathered, a long forgotten one at that. “It’s really been too long.”

“I agree!” The woman replied eagerly, her smile so syrupy that Keqing was surprised it wasn’t melting in the sun. “We really must go out for coffee and catch up.”

“Absolutely!” You nodded, ignoring the stare that Keqing was now focusing on you. “Maybe sometime in the summer?”

“Sounds like a plan! Now excuse me, I have to go.” The woman smiled. Nodding towards Keqing, evidently she wasn’t completely oblivious, she waved before walking away. Waving back you turned around towards your partner, a smile on your face.

“Thanks for stopping for me, I realize that took a little while.”

“It was nothing.” Keqing’s voice was sharp and flat, and she ignored your puzzled look as she turned back towards the Qixing headquarters, determined to forget this entire conversation, and the dark emotions it had managed to dredge up.

The rest of the day was somewhat quiet, though Keqing could tell you wanted to talk about your old friend. She knew that she was being exceedingly rude by ignoring your cues, but she couldn’t help it. The whole situation made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t know how to process that. If she admitted it you’d just chock it up to jealousy and not only would she feel somewhat invalidated, but she’d have to deal with the knowledge that all her boasting had been for nothing. Or, to be more explicit, that she’d been wrong.

“Want to have dinner together?” Keqing glanced at the clock on her desk. The day had long ended, and now it was just the two of you.

“Gladly.” She smiled at you, getting up from her chair. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“No worries!” You waved your hand. “I wanted to spend some time with you anyways.” Unlike you did earlier today? Keqing bit the retort back. It would be cruel to say that, and somewhat revealing. Besides she really did want to walk home with you, and wouldn’t taint the experience with her own emotional turmoil.

The walk was a lovely one, for the day had been somewhat hot and now a cool breeze brought in by the sea blew lazily. You were discussing one of the transactions you’d had to check, when Keqing spied your friend up ahead. Before she could change your course the lady noticed the two of you however. Calling your name she waved her hand wildly. Distracted from your conversation you waved back, running up ahead and leaving Keqing behind in the dust.

“Fancy meeting you here again!” You exclaimed. “I was just walking home from work.”

“I was stopping by one of the stalls.” Your friend gestured towards the temporary structure behind her. “I forgot to buy groceries, so I suppose it’s grilled Tiger Fish tonight.”

“It happens to the best of us.” You laughed. Keqing couldn’t stand the atmosphere anymore. The conversation was insipid, the participant who’d brought it up even more so. Unable to stop her frustration Keqing walked, or rather stomped, over towards you. Huffing slightly she grabbed your hand. Turning around your face betrayed surprise, but it was quickly replaced once more with a smile. “Ah, I almost forgot. Lily, this is Keqing!”

“Oh, a pleasure to meet you!” The woman, Lily apparently, smiled. “Are you coworkers?” Keqing felt a flicker of resentment at not being directly addressed. Surely she didn’t need a translator.

“My partner.” You corrected, smiling and squeezing Keqing’s hand, something which did little to relieve the tension she felt.

“I see.” Your friend smiled her saccharine smile. “Nice to meet you Keqing.”

“Pleasure.” Keqing replied, not bothering to keep the irritation out of her voice, after all wasn’t she known for being blunt? “Now we really ought to get going, if we aren’t going to be eating in the middle of the night.”

“Sorry for dashing on you,” you apologized, something which Keqing deemed completely unnecessary. “See you around.”

“See you around!” Lily replied. As she turned back to the stall Keqing started moving again, half dragging you through the streets and to her apartment.

Finally arriving home Keqing breathed a sigh of relief. This, however, was quite short lived.

“What was that all about?” There was amusement in your voice, and though Keqing was glad you didn’t seem irritated with her, she certainly wasn’t happy about the mischief in your smile.

“It was getting late.” She replied curtly. “I’d rather not be cooking dinner in the dark.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” Your voice was slightly sing-song and Keqing rolled her eyes, knowing immediately where this was going.

“Of course, what other reason could there possibly be?”

“I don’t know, maybe you were a little jealous?” You shrugged your shoulders dramatically. Keqing tensed for a moment, before shaking her head.

“Why in Teyvat would I be jealous? After all, they’re just a friend.” Although she hadn’t meant to emphasize that last bit Keqing couldn’t help but feel somewhat irritated. It was just a friend, she was sure of that, sure of you. And yet it had irritated her. It had irritated her intensely. And what was that but jealousy?

“Of course they are.” You smiled gently. “They’re just a friend and you’re just the person I love. But Keqing?”

“Yes?” Keqing found her voice somewhat unsure.

“I don’t mind if you’re a little jealous. As long as you never doubt my affections for you, then it’s okay to be a little selfish. Okay?”

There was a pause, before Keqing walked over to you, wrapping you into a tight hug and burying her face in your neck. Drawing back slightly she pressed a soft and somewhat impatient kiss to your lips.

“Are you sure?” She asked, pulling away once more.

“Very sure.” You replied, before leaning in to kiss her in turn.

Keqing was glad to be carried away by the content feeling of being in the embrace of one’s love. She found today incredibly embarrassing and just wanted to forget the whole matter. And she knew you’d let that happen, for even if Keqing felt irritated, even if she resented your friend for accosting you and not leaving you alone she still trusted you more than anything.

And that was what counted.

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