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youflowerr-youfeast · 2 years

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Daisy. ( II )

Author’s note: OMG! You are all so gorgeous! Thank you so much for all the love and feedback. Here is part two of my little babies! 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy! I do have a few more thoughts for these two. G xx

Summary: y/n gets a text from Harry and he has very expensive taste in wine.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

3k words.

Part III

Music filled the small, eclectic London flat. Freya, your housemate, had spent years collecting hundreds of records which she more than willingly gave you free reign over.

Obviously, having no vision made it hard to: a) choose a record, and b) put on and play the record, but after a bit of practice you were getting the hang of it.

The music just always ended up being a bit of a lucky dip - whatever you pulled off the shelf.

This particular evening The Cranberries filled out the warm space of the living room, as you worked on studying some new content that had been covered in a lecture that afternoon.

You’d sat yourself on the floor in front of the small coffee table, while Daisy had placed herself on her bed in the corner of the room with a tasty dental stick that you’d rewarded her with.

You heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front door, signalling the return of your housemate, Freya.

“Y/N! I’m home! I also come bearing some roast chicken for Dais! Mum was trying to get rid of it!” She called out as the entered the shared flat.

“Living room!” You called back as you kept typing with you special braille keyboard, whilst using VoiceOver to check your punctuation and spelling every now and then.

Freya walked into the room, dropped her bags and smiled warmly, “Hello gorgeous girlies,” she greeted and immediately made her way to Daisy to give her a big pat and cuddle ‘hello’.

You’d smile in her general direction, “How was home?” You asked, knowing she’d been back up north for a few days to see her family.

She let a small groan, but giggles at the same time, “It was fine. Mum is just always a handful,” she responded and made her way to you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

As she did, she couldn’t help but notice your phone screen lighting up with a few messages. You’d placed it on silent whilst studying to save yourself from the distraction.

“Someone is texting you, my love- ooh, unknown number,” Freya commented while glancing down at the phone screen.

Your head turned in her direction, “Oh, really? Probably just spam.” You replied. To be blatantly honest, your friendship circle wasn’t huge, so to receive messages from unknown numbers was a rarity.

“Want me to read?” Freya asked while sitting down on the floor beside you.

You nodded with a small shrug, “Go ahead.”

You trusted Freya enough to allow her regular access to your phone to do things like read a message or email to you or quickly jot down a reply for you. She held up your phone to your face to unlock it and pressed into the message.

“I hope Daisy is keeping up to date with her beauty and skincare routine. Want her looking nice and pretty when I see her next. Harry xx- sorry, what? Who the fuck is Harry? And what is this message about?!”

You quickly reached out in her direction to try and snatch your phone back off her, but clearly she had the upper hand in being able to keep it from your reach - not in a nasty way, just in a playful, best friend manner.

“Freya! Give it to me- it’s nothing, seriously. It’s just this guy that was doting over Daisy as I was walking to the park,” you tried to explain as you finally retrieved your phone from her grip.

“Just some guy that you just gave your number too?” She asked full of giggles. You could hear the smirk on her face.

“I-“ you fell short of words to say and you felt slightly embarrassed because you rarely received male attention and now, in retrospect, giving a random man your number might have been a really dumb move on your behalf, especially when you are a little more vulnerable than most.

“It was dumb. I didn’t think he’d actually text.. plus I’m not going to reply,” you said softly, feeling slightly insecure and turning back to your studies.

“Baby! It’s not dumb! It think it’s great that you finally did something so spontaneous. It’s about time you start putting yourself out there,” she quickly reassured you, “Plus! He’s very clearly flirting with you!” She giggles and nudged you playfully.

You simply giggled through a small sigh, “Doubt it, Frey,” you mumbled as you continued to type on your keyboard.

She let out a small, playful groan and nudged you again before standing up, “Text him back. Promise me. Even if it is nothing or he turns out to be a creep, then it’s done and you can block the number, but just this once, give it a try, sweet pea,” she pleaded with you.

You let out a little groan crossed with a giggle and rubbed your face with your hands, “Ugh, god. Ok, fine.. I’ll do it,” you said giving in.

“Promise?” She insisted.

“Promise.”

You soon heard her bedroom door close, signalling that you were now left alone. Your hands dropped to your lap in nervousness, not at all knowing how to respond to this text message.

You let out a small sigh and reached for your phone, “Fuck it, just do it,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gained access to your phone and used the VoiceOver tool to navigate your way to your text messages. Texting was a skill that took time for you to learn, due to needing to learn how to operate an on-screen braille keyboard, but now, you were used to it. The more comfortable you get with people you start to simply use voice messages, but you weren’t jumping that the opportunity to send one to a stranger. Within a few minutes of thinking and rewriting, you had finally crafted a response and sent it before you when into full overthinking-panic mode.

‘She’s currently working on a dental stick to get her teeth nice and clean for you, but I can’t promise she won’t wreak of roast chicken.’

Within moments there was an instant reply.

You used your VoiceOver tool to dictate the message for you.

‘Shit. I’ve just gone vegetarian. Might have to wine and dine you instead.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the flirtatious response.

You have in very quickly, instead of the hassle of using your special phone keyboard, you decided to send a voice message.

“Look, I’m willing to accept, but you’re the one that has to break her heart and tell her it’s over,” you recorded into your phone.

He soon replied in the same format of a voice message,

“The brightest suns burn the fastest, Daisy, I’m sorry. Your mum and I just make more sense.”

The recording gave you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his voice once more. Sound had become so important to you because it’s once of the most important ways you enjoy life now. His voice felt like velvet to your ears. You liked it most when you could hear his smile. The two of you continued to quip and joke with each other through voice messages for another hour or two until a small, relaxed date was organised. You’d expressed that new, foreign environments make you anxious. If you don’t know your way around or are at least semi-familiar with the staff, it can send you into a bit of a spiral. You don’t like feeling anyone’s pity, and most importantly, you don’t like people watching when things go wrong for you. So it was decided that you would have a small dinner date in your flat where he had promised to cook. You also informed him that your housemate would be present, but in her room.

Just in case.

Harry was sat in his Range Rover outside the townhouse that he’d been invited to for dinner.

His backseat had a few Waitrose bags with the ingredients for the meal he’d planned to cook for you and a bottle of wine he’d brought from his own collection.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He was slightly nervous. And he knew exactly why.

You hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

For over 10 years he’d been living the fact that he was Harry Styles, pop star, actor, sex symbol.

The majority of women he interacted with already adored him - told him he was gorgeous, told him he was beautiful, told him he was handsome.

And now? This girl couldn’t see him. Not that he thought he was.. it’s just all he ever heard… but to you he was just Harry.

It was like a massive weight off his shoulders, but a whole new crushing one at the same time. For once there was no expectations, but now it was purely down to who he was as a person which was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sure, you knew the name and you knew the big singles. But, without a face to the name.. it wouldn’t occur to you whatsoever. Nor were you majorly into pop culture.

He let out a deep breath and did a once over of his outfit and climbed out of his car and grabbed the bags with the ingredients he required.

He let himself through the small gate that let up to the townhouse. The door was painted a soft pastel pink which made him smile.

He let out a short puff of air and knocked on the door gently.

He could hear the scratching of Daisy’s claws against the hard wood floors and a bark or two of excitement that someone was at the door.

“Daisy! No, come on. You know better. No barking,” he heard your sweet voice kindly reprimand the dog.

“Who is it?” You asked on the other side of the door as you felt around to unlatch the chain.

“It’s Harry! Sorry.. I’m a bit late. Forgot to get petrol,” he said through the door.

It then opened revealing you in one of the cutest outfits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but let his dimples dig into his face.

“Hi! No problem at all! I was just finishing up cleaning the living room - Daisy kind of owns the place with all of her toys,” you joked with a sweet smile.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you, so much so he nearly forgot he needed to reply.

“Well, I suppose she needs to let loose after a week of heartbreak..-“ he began to joke but cut himself off, “‘m sorry, I just- you look really beautiful..” he’d admit.

The words that left his lips had your cheeks flare with pink, “Oh, thank you.. that’s so kind.. I um- I’m sure you look handsome,” you’d turn your head downward with a small smile. You were both equally as smiley as you welcomed him into your home. You guided yourself into the living room and pointed out the kitchen to him. He took in the space. It was decorated so eclectically. Art on the walls, candles, mismatched furniture, rugs. But it all went together so well.

“It’s a cute little place you’ve got here..” he said with a smile as he looked at a framed picture of you and Freya dressed up for a wedding you attended last summer. Your hair was longer then, he noted to himself.

“Oh, thanks.. I mean, Freya, my housemate does it all. Her world.. I’m just living in it,” you joked.

He chuckles softly, “Ok, tell me where the wine glasses are and we can get started, yeah?”

You led him to the kitchen and he watched as you felt for the cupboard that contained the cups and glasses. He was amazed at the skill and independence you displayed in your own home.

“Here we are,” you said as you placed the glasses on the counter top.

Harry went about pouring the wine - he would never tell you it was a vintage merlot worth nearly £450, but he wanted to bring something special.

He smiled when you wouldn’t stop commenting on how amazing it tasted.

“You’ll need to give the name of the wine, it’s delicious,” you remarked once more.

“Mm. No. It’s my little secret. So if you want more, you’ll have to see me again,” he replied smoothly.

“Wow. Not the blackmail within the first 25 minutes,” you chuckled as she leant against the counter.

He laughed sweetly and the sound was heaven to your ears. It was one of those sounds that made you feel like life was worth it even if you couldn’t see who it was coming from. Harry was soon acquainting himself with your kitchen and preparing you both dinner while you got to know each other with general small talk and jokes. The basics of hometowns and families were shared. You told him that you were currently completing a degree in social work and psychology. He tried his best to keep you talking about that before you asked him what he did.

“Uh, me? I’m working in music production at the moment.. it’s all pretty boring.” He tried to shrug off.

“Doesn’t sound very boring,” you giggled, “Have you ever met anyone famous?”

He winced slightly to himself but still smiled… he didn’t want you to know, but he didn’t want to lie.

“Uh.. yeah, here and there, but I try to just stick to myself and do my own work.”

You smiled, “I like that! Celebrities are scary anyway,” you joked.

He felt his muscles tighten, “Y-yeah.. trust me, I.. I know..” he tried to say through a smile, “anyway, I’m just about nearly done, so shall we top up our wines and eat?” He asked, desperately trying to change the topic. Thankfully, you couldn’t read his face so you couldn’t entirely tell any difference. You nodded with a grin and went about pouring the wines and moving to the couch with food. By this time, Daisy was fast asleep on her bed and you were multiple “lucky-dip-records” deep. You both ate Harry’s delicious cooking with you repeatedly telling him how good it was and soon the bottle of wine was finished.

“Do you mind.. do you mind if I ask how you lost your sight?” He inquired as softly and politely as he could as you both settled comfortably on your lounge.

“Oh, sure, it’s fine. I um- when I was like seven, my family and I were holidaying in Scotland and my sister and I were skating on a frozen pond one afternoon, and my skate got caught on some uneven ice and I fell and hit my head quite bad.. and yeah, since then…. Nothing..” you explained with a small nod.

“‘m sorry.. for it all.. it’s not fair.” He responded, his voice just above a whisper while assessing every aspect of your face.

You’d nod simply, “I know.. but it is what it is.. I just take it one day at a time.”

You both fell into a brief silence before you broke it, “What.. what do you look like..?” You asked softly.

“Oh.. uh-“ he blushed slightly, “um.. quite tall. About 6 foot. And I um.. I have brown hair.. kind of curly. It’s shortish at the moment but sometimes I let it grow out.. and I have greenish eyes.. kind of pale, but I can get an ok tan in the summer.. and uh.. I’ve got a few tattoos.. mostly on my arms and chest.. uh.. yeah.. I think that’s about it..” he chuckles, trying his best to explain his appearance. You couldn’t lie. Everything he said sounded extremely handsome. It made your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks flush a little pink.

“You sound very beautiful..” you commented quietly.

He immediately blushed and smiled a smile that had his dimples show off.

“Thank you.. I um.. I’m not so sure, but that’s kind of you to say.”

“This is odd, I know.. but would I be able to feel your face..?” You asked with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“Yes..” he replied without a second thought.

He watched your hands hesitate in your lap slightly, so he gently reached across and took both of them in his and gently placed them on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in contentment as he felt your warm hands on his skin. It was almost euphoric. You could feel his sharp cheekbones and jawline, his slight stubble, you could feel the end song his curls touching his forehead and his soft, smooth skin. You trailed your hand back down his face gently and brushed a thumb over his lips. As soon as you realised you pulled your hand back in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off instantly, “Please never apologise.. it’s ok..” he reassured and gently took your hand once more. He guided your hand back to his face and gently placed your fingertips on his lips. You felt you face blush, but you didn’t mind anymore. His lips felt so soft and warm.

“I- can I kiss them?” You blurted out without a second thought, surprising yourself. Surely, it must be the wine speaking, you thought.

You felt him smile against your fingertips,

“Jesus Christ.. please..” he mumbled with a nod.

You leaned in ever so slowly, finding your way and gently guiding your nose to brush on his. You both remained this way for a moment just enjoying the closeness, before he could no longer hold off. He pressed his soft lips to yours and it felt like fire ignited your entire body. You haven’t been able to see anything for over 18 years, but you could feel every colour under the sun bursting in your body as he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, but still held a passion. He tasted of the merlot you had both consumed and you couldn’t get enough of it. The moment you both pulled away short of breath, his smile lit up his face which you could feel under your hands.

“God.. Y/N.. what are you doing to me?”

AHHH! Ok, but I had so much fun writing this! So PLEASE let me know what you think. I’m not quite done with them yet, so give me all your thoughts and feelings! Love you all! 💕

G xx

#Harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #hslot #harry’s house

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ real life genshin au

a/n: you've heard of the self-aware genshin au (sagau), right? well, get ready for the real-life genshin au - where in-game characters come to your world, but a whole lot more wholesome :) sorry if you're living with your family right now, you'll have a hard time explaining why another person is in your house... this can be read as platonic bc we need more of that shit.

gn!reader, poc!friendly :)

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Xiao is a really helpful person, he's also ridiculously funny. Say it's raining outside and you need help taking your washing off of the line, he's already there helping you! The demons won't be able to get your washing now, [name]. I'll fend them off. EVIL CONQUERING! >:) He's saying that every second too. Oh, you need me to watch the store whilst your stew cooks? Don't worry, I'll prevent the demons from burning it. EVIL CONQUERING! UnU He's really sweet as well, he trusts you :) Do you need a hug? I'll prevent the demons from worsening your depression. EVIL CONQUERING- :D

Albedo is very good when it comes to homework if you need help. However, be careful not to leave it out, you'll end up with us all done with stars and doodles all over it... in pen. Here you go, your homework:) Oh, and I also did your English, French, Spanish and German homework for you too! The maths was so easy, how did you not get it? Did I make you self-conscious? I apologise, please forgive me :( I put stars all over your work! He's an actual sweetheart if you think about it, and acts just like his voice actor: Khoi Dao. Why're you trying to run from me? I just wanna get you to try this new drink I made >:( COME 'ERE BITCH-

Venti is an actual menace, but not as bad as you think. Whilst you're brushing your teeth, he's in the shower singing or something like that. He loves bubble baths so much - like me too bestie <3 Hey [name]? Could you pass me the shampoo? Thankyouiloveyousomuch~ Any alcohol you have, put it away. No drunk menaces are allowed in your house or are they??? Styling his hair is an absolute must. It has to be in his signature style or at least something to do with braids or plaits. He's quite ticklish too so whilst you were doing his hair, it turned into a tickle fight. Aww c'mon [name] I'm sorry :( please don't tickle me anyMORE SVAUVSWKBSHSV-

Ei in real life? Please. She's useless. I'm sorry but it's the truth. However, she is very cute when she wants stuff, and she has her puppet with her too so say bye-bye to Inazuma's duties shawty. I cannot stress how much of a savage duo you are the Shogun are. Like actually you both are boss bitches. Whilst Ei tries to get your attention in the shops so you guys can make a pit stop at the confectionary aisle, you and the Shogun are arm in arm deadass strutting and walking your shit. You don't think we could maybe try some sweets in the other aisle, [name]? You know I'm not from here- The Shogun looks her dead in the eye, and then back at you. Ei is wondering what the fuck just happened whilst the Shogun is picking out sunglasses for you both because you're just that cool >:) You're an admirable person with good intent and high ambitions [name]. I've come to realise that my mistress only thinks about eternity, sweets and her friend Yae Miko. Oh well, fuck her. I'll take you back to Inazuma instead :) SO SHADY GODDAMN RAIDEN

Yae Miko is gobbling up this new environment to make a novel on it back home. She's actually not that intimidating if you think about it, just a little bit of a tease. She's a known critic, so you pull out all the worst Wattpad stories you can find and roast the living shit out of female Y/N because of the underrepresentation, weird-ass harem she has, and obviously because the stuff the writer makes her do is unrealistic and frankly quite embarrassing. Then you guys go through all the good stuff on Tumblr, AO3, Quotev and Wattpad where you have plenty, yet not enough, male!reader/gn!reader fics with good plots and a good sense of humour. What kind of atrocity is this? Are you seeing this [name]? The punctuation's all wrong too! For eternity's sake, not only are these writers amateur but they are also unrealistic and don't realise that there are different types of people out there with different genders, races and sexualities. Get it out of my sight. >:( I'm sorry you had to endure my rant there, [name]. Yes ma'am.

Xinyan is best girl. Period. Do you see her pretty curls? Yeah. If you're a person of colour and can relate to the struggles of such hair textures then you both can struggle together. She's so self-conscious about her style that it's criminal so please reassure her. This one's for the people of colour. Okay, so you get the rice and I'll make the spicy chicken and ribs; then we'll start on the vegetables :D She's an amazing cook and if you teach her some of your cultural delicacies??? MAKE ME YOUR TASTE TESTER I BEG YOU BRUH. On that note, she's a homegirl. Nothing like watching some ethnic drama alongside a bowl of [insert cultural dish]. What is that boy doing? Why you going over there, boy? Don't you know she's cheating on you AND NOW you've caught her. Damn-

Eula is a baby. Yes, she is. Won't leave your side ever and is ready to put up a fight. Even though her language isn't the most up to date, we can fix that! You've managed to teach her some phrases from social media that even she makes sound... aggressive. Excuse me, I would not like my hair cut. If anyone is going to cut my hair it is going to be [name]. What do you mean you have to? Retract that statement or I will shank you up my guy. You're probably going to have to explain to whoever you guys are with that Eula just isn't normal. She's unique okay???? Hmph, after that, I would just like to go home with you now [name]. There we will not be bothered by anyone but your parents or siblings, which have earned my respect. That hairdresser... Vengeance will be mine- STFU.

Oh little Dainsleif, so pure! He follows you everywhere and holds your hand when crossing the street - it's adorable!! He's so afraid of losing you that the poor guy will hug you at every given opportunity and gives you the softest smiles when you hug him back!!! I'm not sure I have much cheek to squish, but it feels nice. Thank you :) Do you see this man??? I swear, all you guys do is cuddle and walk everywhere hand in hand. Ugh so cute!!! When you both aren't behaving like a couple, Dainsleif just likes to watch over you. Whenever you sleep, he will sit beside your bed to make sure you don't accidentally fall off, he'll put your arm or leg back on the bed so you don't get pins and needles in the morning and tucks you in at night. Also, he is whipped for you and when he's sure you are in a deep sleep, he will brush hair out of your face or put your bonnet/durag back on for you. A little kiss on the forehead, nose and both cheeks to grant you sweet dreams. Good night [name], have sweet dreams for me, okay? *kiss*. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Childe is another menace that likes to learn about the different kinds of weapons you have in your world, ranging from guns to katanas. He's canonically a family man, so if you live with family, he's on a mission to fit in and get their approval >:) Please, call me Childe! Oh, that looks like a cool toy, what is it? Show me how to use it and then we can play together :D! My man likes to dance too. As soon as he hears your music, he'll be intrigued by its sound and ask so many questions in one go. Chill. Drink water. Educate him on all the TikTok dances and sounds you know and soon you'll have a masterpiece in front of you. I mean, who wants a handsome, long-limbed, skinny ginger man who can't dance??? We really do need these great things in Schnezhaya - they're brilliant. [name], watch me do a backflip!

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rengokuswif3 · 2 years

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I SAW OBANAI AND I GOT EXCITED but maybe headcanons of Mitsuri trying to set up Obanai and the reader together bc they're my fav ship but you can't tell me she wouldn't be a fantastic wingman- Reader can be female or gn its your choice!

Mitsuri would %100 try the dumbest shit to get you two together and SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS WORKS OUT

She’s the Love Hashira, she knows what she’s doing

Obanai would totally be that guy to be meaner to someone he actually likes, but if he saw someone else being mean to you he’d kick their ass. So you’re probably a fellow Demon Slayer, and maybe you come by the Butterfly Estate and accidentally run into Sanemi, who’s in an extra bad mood today and he snaps at you, and you’re about to apologize when suddenly Obanai jumps out of the tree he’s hanging out in and just fucking tackles Sanemi

That’s when Mitsuri saw the whole thing go down and watch Obanai make Sanemi apologize to you before casually walking away like nothing happened, and she knew something was up cause usually Obanai would be one of the bullies himself-

“What was that with Sanemi and Y/N?”

“Nothing. Mind your own business.”

“O. M. G. YOU LIKE THEM!”

“I DO NOT!”

“THAT IS SO CUTE! I DIDN’T JNOW YOU WERE CAPABLE OF THOSE FEELINGS!”

“IM NOT, SO SHUT UP-“

After that, she does everything she can to get the two of you together. Even small things like somehow getting him to sit next to you, or she’ll kidnap Kaburamaru and let him lose near so so you’ll find him, and Obanai will come looking for him and see you rescued his friend

He would not like anybody who doesn’t like Kaburamaru, let’s get that clear. So like the snake sits on your shoulders contently or slithers from his arm to yours while talking so you have his approval

Eventually the other Hashira would catch on, cause they all know Obanai wouldn’t hang out with someone so much willingly unless he liked them

Sanemi: I KNEW IT. BITCH TACKLED ME FOR NO REASON, I KNEW IT

Shinobu: Yes, you really cracked the case here. Nobody else noticed

Sanemi: Shut the fuck up, Bug Eyes

Rengoku: I think it’s great to see Obanai with someone he enjoys the presence of finally!

Gyomei: I do hope this makes him less miserable to be around

Spoiler alert, it doesn’t-

He’s still an asshole, just not to you. Like he’ll finish roasting the shit out of Sanemi then turn to you and press his forehead gently to yours because FOREHEAD TOUCHES WOULD BE HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

#iguro obanai x reader #iguro obanai #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #mitsuri kanjiro #kny

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tihgnari · 2 years

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๑ [ 29 ] could've been a better man

tw: none / wc: 1.7k

xiao doesn't understand where izumi's anger is coming from. he daresay she's trying to act like a victim all over again but xiao doesn't like thinking bad of her so he pushes those thoughts away.

"the first time in weeks that we can spend time together again and this is what you ask me? you're going back to old habits, xiao! i'm not yn! you don't get to doubt me like how you did with her!"

xiao winces. whether it's because of izumi's volume as she spoke or because she just had to mention you, he doesn't know.

"how is me asking where you've been these past few weeks going back to old habits? you've been disappearing on me a lot! you haven't been texting me or checking up on me. you haven't been attending your classes either!"

xiao has a point. he knows he does. izumi won't get away with sweet talking her way out of this. he needs to know where she's been, is that too much to ask?

"fine! i've been… arranging some stuff. remember i mentioned to you about having a brother? well, he landed himself back in jail so i've been visiting him every day. poor guy's going crazy."

xiao was taken aback. 'landed himself back in jail'? izumi is a direct relative of a guy like that? he doesn't know how to react and what to say. now he's all guilty for yelling and pushing her to open up to him. maybe he did, in some part of his head, unconsciously started to doubt izumi.

"i'm… uh, sorry princess. i didn't know you were going through something like that, it must be hard."

izumi had tears in her eyes and xiao was quick to envelope her in a warm hug. "it's okay, my baby. i'm sorry i haven't been the most open about it."

xiao wanted so badly to ask who the brother was and how he landed himself in jail (again) but thought against it. izumi will eventually tell him when she's ready.

"anyway…" she taps him on the shoulder, signaling him to pull away. he obliges and she hops down from the table before gathering her things on the chair. "i have to go, got a lot of homework to do. will you be staying here, love?"

here… aka the editing room inside the film org's office where he'll be meeting yn in exactly 20 minutes.

"yeah, i need to start editing for the video tribute ayaka is making us do for foundation day."

izumi pouts, leaning over to kiss his forehead as she tangles her fingers in his locks. "is no one gonna come over to help you?"

xiao forces a chuckle. "no, not really. it's just me."

well, izumi doesn't need to know, right?

—

as soon as she's out the door of the film org's office, the smile she has on her lips drops to a thin line.

"'just you?'" she repeats what xiao said before letting out a disappointed sigh. "i can't believe you're lying to me now, xiao. this is what i mean when you're going back to old habits. letting that basic bitch's fake ass smile lure you back into her clutches. ha! i don't cling onto you for a few weeks and you crawl right back to her? you gotta be fucking kidding me."

she spins in her heels, shaking her head in disbelief as she calls someone.

"hey, it's me. i think we should speed up on cutting venti out of the group. it might give xiao a reminder why exactly he left yn in the first place. oh! and don't worry, i talked to him about my brother. i'm lucky he didn't bother asking haruki's name or why he's back in jail in the first place."

the person on the other end of the phone lets out an appreciative hum.

"that's good. the sooner we give xiao doubts about venti, the better. that way when venti finally tries to tell xiao about you and haruki, he won't believe a word venti will say."

izumi scoffs in annoyance. "what do you think i've been doing these past few days?"

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"i see you actually bought take out," you comment as soon as you arrive, spotting the white plastic bags on the small table across the computer. another step inside the room and you were able to sniff out the salivating aroma of sticky honey roast. your favorite.

"i, uh…" xiao doesn't meet your eyes. "bought takeouts from mond because i was craving it."

you roll your eyes. last time you checked, he hated eating food from mond because it requires him to eat with a spoon and fork when all he wants is to use his chopsticks. you don't bother voicing this out to him as you silently make your way across the room, kicking one of the stools towards the foldable table for you to sit on. xiao's already taking out the cardboard boxes of food one by one, making the scent of the honey roast's sauce stronger.

"i'm amazed your darling izumi let you even be in the same room as me."

you don't miss the tensing of his shoulders. should you have said something different? well, what's done is done. you can't take it back. plus, your curiosity simply won you over. honestly speaking, you wouldn't have even agreed to edit with him tonight but you heard from the other officers that they're busy and won't be able to make it. curse your guilt and empty schedule.

xiao clears his throat as he hands you your eating utensils. should he tell you izumi doesn't know? nah, he doesn't think that's a good idea. "oh, well, she's understanding like that." xiao almost dropped to his knees laughing at the absurdity of what he said.

you almost lost your appetite. izumi and the word understanding doesn't even fit in a sentence. but fine, you'll shut your mouth lest you offend the bitch's boyfriend. worse, he'll shove your precious honey roast in the trash can.

"i'm glad you're dating kazuha. he's nice," xiao hopes he looks convincing enough. he made sure not to speak through gritted teeth. "and uhm… i'm sorry about—"

"my ex?" you cut him off. an expression on your face xiao can't quite understand. "yeah, that's what i've been hearing a lot these past few weeks. whoever posted that on the freedom wall is an asshole for invading my privacy."

"yeah, totally," he responds. "i guess what i'm trying to say is i'm glad you're okay and that haruki deserves to rot in that cell for the trauma he caused you."

you meet his eyes. does xiao even know his girlfriend practically helped haruki? no, probably not. and you don't bother telling him. god forbid anyone talks shit about izumi when you're around xiao.

curious of your unreadable stare, he raises a brow. "is there something wrong, yn? why're you looking at me like that?"

you snap out of it. "oh, it's nothing. i just got carried away with my thoughts."

"does kazuha know you're here with me?"

"yes, he does."

"oh, he must be fine with it then."

a memory of kazuha's text appears in your mind. well, technically, he wasn't fine with it. kazuha was all passive aggressive about it but you simply nodded and smiled.

"yeah, kazuha trusts me."

you try to ignore the faint hitch of breath xiao took the moment you uttered your words. of course that would leave an impact on him. trusting you was a challenge xiao never overcame. judging by his reaction, he's aware and you hope he learned his lesson.

well, judging by his oh so happy relationship now with izumi, maybe he did and you hope the bitter feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach will go away soon the more you spend time with kazuha. you hate that it still breaks your heart, thinking about all the promises he made yet never kept. why did he have to learn his lesson after breaking up with you? why is he now a better man for izumi, when he could've been a better man for you?

you're lucky you're done eating, otherwise you've completely lost the appetite.

"i've been thinking…" xiao starts, averting his eyes from you. "i wanted to apologize for everything i did these past few months. i was an asshole—i mean, i am an asshole."

"i'm glad you know." xiao winces even though he's been expecting your reaction.

"does izumi even know you're apologizing to me?" you cross your arm defensively. you just can't help but bring her up. how would you know this isn't another ploy set up for you to get hurt? after all, that's all what this couple loves to do.

"izumi has nothing to do with it. i mean, i shouldn't have to ask her to apologize to you. i'm still my own person."

you fight the urge to raise an eyebrow at the last bit he said but you say nothing about it. "so… this is why you bought takeout and why you were texting me that way? you planned to apologize."

"wait, what way?"

you sighed. "nevermind"

after a moment of silence, you eventually stood up and approached the computer to see his progress as xiao spoke up once again. "i'm serious, yn. i truly am sorry. i have no excuses to give you because my actions are inexcusable."

your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip. why is he like this? it's not fair. why does he always sound so convincing when he's asking for your forgiveness?

as if sensing your thoughts, he says, "you don't need to forgive me, i understand if you won't."

and just like that, the night continued with minimal talk coming from either of you. speaking only when necessary but you can't deny, working in silence with xiao was quite nice.

three days later, you sat on the sofa with hutao, who fell asleep on your lap while watching a k-drama. you reached for your phone on the coffee table, careful not to rouse your best friend. then, you sent a text to xiao containing your response to his apology.

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๑ summary — lesson learned! never challenge hu tao when you're drunk bc you'll just lose and now you have to post a thread of all your exes as songs from olivia rodrigo's hit debut album sour … or: "yn desperate much!" "yn still loves xiao? yikes! doesn't he already have someone new?" "stop ruining my relationship u bitch!"

๑ note — i actually had a chapter already written but i scrapped the whole thing as i wasn't satisfied with it (and thats also why this took longer lolz)

#xiao smau #genshin imagines #xiao imagines #genshin smau #genshinimpact smau #xiao scenarios #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x reader

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years

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Child meets their parent’s teen self Pt. 1

↳Fem Reader | Fluff

Request Rules ➣ Masterlist ➣ Part Two ➣ Part Three

Request: @sleepy-potato-chan Hi can i have a headcanon request of Izana, Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu and Angry (separated) with a female reader's child travel to their parent's past? like the child met their teen version of their parents?

Ooh your request seems fun, thank you so much for this great request! I really hope this is what you wanted, if it’s not I’m more than ok with fixing it to the way you want it.

You and Izana were holding hands and walking home together when a kid ran up to you both and stopped you guys in your tracks. “Mom! Dad! I finally found you both.” This brought confusion to you and Izana. “I think you have the wrong people, kid.” “And I think you don’t know what you’re talking about.” The kid sassed back at Izana. You started laughing because of the kid’s sass. “Hey, it’s not funny, stop laughing!” Izana pouted at you. “You guys are still as lovey dovey as ever, gross.” The kid gagged. “Huh? I thought this was the first time we met.” “I already told you guys, you both are my parents, well in the future you both are.” You and Izana looked at each other then you slowly started to smirk. “So you proposed to me in the future huh.” “Don’t even go there, we’re still teenagers so don’t think that ahead.”

Your child has magically traveled to the past and the sight before them was confusing. What stands before your child is you and Kazutora, but it was the teenager versions of you both. “Mom?” “Dad?” This caught both you and Kazutora’s attention and both of your eyes widened. “Huh?” You both Chorused. You quickly stumbled out, “You got it all wrong, we’re not even together.” “You will be, in the future you both are married and have me.” Now you and Kazutora are looking at each other in shock. I mean sure you both liked each other but you both were too much of a wuss to confess to each other. With this instance, Kazutora worked up the courage to ask you out and the rest is history.

“Huh?” Your child rubs their eyes. “I swear I was just in my room, what am I doing here?” Your child looks around lost and then hears you. “Excuse me there, are you lost?” They turn around and see you and Mikey. “Mom!!” Mikey turns to look at you in shock “Y/N Chan, you have a kid?!” “No! I don’t even have a boyfriend, that’s impossible.” “You’re literally my dad, how do you not know?” Now you’re looking at Mikey in shock, he returned the shock look to you. “Well now that you mention it, you literally look like Mikey but also with some of my facial features too.” “Omg Y/N Chan, marry me.” “Manjiro, we’re 14, it’s too early for that.” “Plus, you haven’t even asked me out yet and you jumped straight to proposing?!” “Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself there.” While you two were bickering your kid was face palming. These are my parents? Embarrassing.

Your child is wandering around and spotted you two. Hmm they look familiar, omg that’s mom and dad when they were teens!! Huh, how come they’re their teen selves? You accidentally bumped into your child, “Ah I’m so sorry, are you ok?” “Yes mother!” “Huh?” Confusion was painted on both you and Chifuyu’s face. “Anyways, you look dumb with blonde hair dad, I’m just here to remind you to dye your hair black. Future you will thank me, ok byeee.” With that said, the kid took off. “Uhm ok..?” “That was something, I must say I’m curious on how you look with black hair now.” “I’ll get it dyed black soon then.” “I still can’t with how that kid roasted your hair though haha.” “Shut up.”

Your child is incredibly smart and observant. They somehow knew instantly what situation they were in when they spotted both you and Souya’s teen selves. The scene before your child was Souya freaking out and deciding whether or not he should approach you. Your child goes up to Souya and tugged the sleeves of his jacket to get his attention. “You should go for it, I know for a fact she’s interested in you.” “Really?” “Yep” Matter of fact, my existence is a literal indication that she likes you back. Souya then works up the courage to go up to you and we all know the ending.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #izana x reader #kazutora x reader #kazutora x you #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x you #angry x reader #souya x reader #yeosatinyngz #yeosatinyngz requests

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witche-nerd · 3 years

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The fact that ANYONE thinks Jane Eyre is some cheesy old timey novel and not a book that is both METAL and HILARIOUS should be considered a crime. During her childhood Jane is constantly told she's the woOOOrst (mostly because she's inquisitive and quite plain). In fact a priest-type dude comes into her house being like "do you know what happens to terrible little girls?" and she says "yeah they go to hell" "so what must you do so you don't end up there?" and her reply? "I guess I should just not die BITCH". Jane is 10 when she says this... her power. Then when her aunt scolds her one too many times girl spits out a Shakespeare level monologue/roast about how her aunt is awful™ and is going to be haunted by Jane's father for being such a royal bitch and her aunt is so freaked out that she literally starts being nice to her for the first time (honestly I think she was legit scared she had accidentaly adopted the Devil and did not want to mess with that shit). Oh you thought it was a soft nice little romance afterwards? Jane meets Rochester🤡 who is fifty shades of batshit. He literally spends chunks of the book fucking with his rich acquaintances just cause and sideeyeing Jane like "Did you see that?? Jane did you notice that? What do you think Jane?? Tell me your thoughts Jane, WASN'T THAT FUNNY???" And the best part is she reacts to every one of his antics with perfect composure so much so that HE freaks out and ends up dressing as a fortune teller to get her to tell him what she actually thinks. This young girl who was told to shut the fuck up at every turn is suddely called again and again to give her opinion and boy does she give it. She calls him ugly TO HIS FACE and he immediately falls in love. She in turn falls for him so hard but is so sure he couldn't possibly like her that she DRAWS A PORTRAIT OF HERSELF AND THEN A PORTRAIT OF A "BEAUTIFUL" WOMAN AS A VERY PRACTICAL WAY TO REMIND HERSELF THAT SHE'S NOT PRETTY. Gurl 😭 that's so sad and also way too overdramatic, you guys deserve each other. Meanwhile the house is very obviously haunted but Jane hasn't noticed which is peak comedy for such a usually observant protagonist. I mean, a man has a chunk of his flesh bitten off and when Rochester says everything's fine she just accepts it. "Oh but Jane gives it all up for a man see??? She has no agency" When she thinks he's going to marry another woman but still intends to keep her as a governess she has my favourite dialogue in the entire book where she says: "Just because I am poor and plain it doesn't mean I'm not still a PERSON WITH FEELINGS. IF I WAS HOT AND RICH I COULD HAVE MADE YOU AS PAINFULLY IN LOVE WITH ME AS I AM WITH YOU. I DO NOT ADRESS YOU FROM THIS MORTAL FLESH BUT IT IS MY SPIRIT ADRESSING YOURS AS THOUGH WE DIED AND STOOD AS EQUALS AT GODS FEET, AS WE ARE". She's 18 in this part of the book... HER POWER. She later finds out ON HER WEDDING DAY to Rochester that he is already married to a woman he has locked up in the attic because she'll attack anything that moves (I mean she very obviously has a mental illness which has caused her to be violent but back at that time there weren't many or even any humane options for treatment so unpopular opinion but the fact that he kept her in his house and with a maid to take care of her was probably the best he could provide her with in this situation tbh) Jane runs away and wanders the moors all alone because she knows what happened wasn't right (and this is her rational reaction, i love her and also probably same) and while half dead she finds some people who turn out to be her COUSINS (GASP), she gets a job, inherits a fortune and gets another marriage proposal like a #girlboss. But then she has a "That's so Raven" vision telling her Rochester is in trouble. Turns out his house burned down and he's now scarred and blind and his wife is dead. Accurate recreation of their reunion;

Rochester: Am I mad ugly now Jane?

Jane: Oh for sure. But you know, same as always.

Rochester with tears in his eyes: I missed that woman so much

Jane starts the story underappreciated, poor, belittled and unequal to Rochester (in terms of power). She ends the book appreciated, loaded, loved and a true equal to the man she loves. And that's the most metal thing of all.

#can you tell i love this book?#jane eyre #mr rochester #charlotte bronte #bertha mason #books #the nerd #book reviews

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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Barbatos: Young master, I've got the list of the kings and queens that will attend our Royal Ball.

Diavolo: Let me see... Hm... Is Queen MC going to attend?

Barbatos: I'm still waiting for her response.

Diavolo: Hmm... Well she did say that she would never decline any of our future invitations.

Barbatos: Should I send a letter again?

Diavolo: Yes, yes. That would be better.

Barbatos: *bows then takes his leave*

Lucifer: *enters his study* Diavolo, I'm done with the preparations.

Diavolo: Thank you, Lucifer! I could always count on you!

Lucifer: Anyway, did you invite that scandalous queen?

Diavolo: Scandalous Queen? You mean Queen MC?

Lucifer: Yes. That one.

Diavolo: Why, of course. She's a trusted friend of mine. Do you have any problems with her?

Lucifer: No. But, do you think you can convince her to wear something modest? The last Royal Ball was a chaos because of her.

Diavolo: You're asking for the impossible.

Lucifer: *sigh* I hope she had at least grown out her hair as promised.

Diavolo: *chuckles* Ah, yes. You were bothered by her chest last time.

Lucifer: *blushes* No.

Barbatos: Young master, Queen MC has arrived.

Diavolo: Really?

MC: *barges in* Diavolo, my friend! It's been a while!

Diavolo: M-MC! It's quite a surprise!

MC: I just finished fighting a really big monster on my way. Here, catch! *throws the gigantic dragon's leg at him*

Diavolo: Wh-Whoa...

MC: I heard that tastes really good when you roast it over a fire.

Diavolo: Why, thank you! Barbatos, would you cook this for me?

Barbatos: Certainly, young master.

Lucifer: *facepalm* You're not wearing anything again.

MC: *looks at him* *beams* Ah! My favorite demon, Lucifer! *walks towards him* *her arms wide open*

Lucifer: No! Don't hug me!

MC: You need to get used to hugging naked woman, my guy! *laughs*

Diavolo: *chuckles* Come on now, Lucifer. It's only the top that isn't being covered.

Lucifer: I'm still bothered— Hmmp!

MC: *pressing him hard against her chest*

MC: You're being too conservative!

Lucifer: *muffled* You're being improper— I can't breathe!

MC: *lets go of him*

Diavolo: By the way, MC, since you're already here, will you be attending the Royal Ball?

MC: The Royal Ball? Hm, I'm not sure. The last party bored me to death.

Diavolo: But you made it exciting.

MC: Oh, right. Ha! I almost forgot that I'm the light of every parties here in Devildom.

Lucifer: *mutters* Because you're giving them a free show.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #the frivolous queen

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scottybrock · 3 years

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The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined.

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck.

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips.

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.”

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully.

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested.

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do.

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do.

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table.

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots.

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly.

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?”

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?”

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.”

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin.

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.”

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer.

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied.

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

#beck oliver #jade west #jade west x reader #jade west fanfic #jade x reader #jade west fanfiction #beck oliver x reader #beck oliver x jade west x reader #victorious #cat valentine #andre harris #robbie shapiro

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goldenroutledge · 3 years

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grass ain’t greener

pairing: ex!rafe cameron x female!reader

wc: 4.3k

warning(s): angst, breakups, swearing. there’s like one fluffy moment in here lol

summary: while seeing rafe for the first time since your breakup, you can’t help but remember the downfall of your relationship. rafe isn’t good at knowing what he wants, and now it might be too late to go back. loosely based on ‘traitor’ by olivia rodrigo.

a/n: me posting a fic??? shocker. i hope you guys like it :)

take my heart and run (part two) ~ rafe masterlist

“No, Topper. No way.” You proclaimed abruptly, arms folded across your chest as you refused Topper’s invitation to a small kickback at his home. His parents were out of town for the weekend, leaving him with the perfect window to invite his closest friends over.

“Come on, Y/n. Will you at least think about it a little more than that?”

A heavy sigh fell past your lips, focusing on fidgeting with your rings as it seemed much more entertaining than the conversation at hand. “What’s there to think about? I’ve hardly seen him, let alone hang out with him.”

Him being Rafe. Your ex-boyfriend of a few weeks. Honestly, you should’ve seen this coming. Dating someone who’s a part of the same friend group proved to burn you in the end, hence the already curious kooks offering to help mend fences between you and your ex.

“You won’t be alone, Y/n/n. We’ll be there, and Kelce too.” Sarah informed. “We can swim all day and then sit around the fire at night. Maybe roast some marshmallows?” Sarah nudged your shoulder gently, hoping that her rhetoric was convincing enough.

“I don’t know, Sarah. It’s still fresh, y’know?”

“I doubt Rafe will even show up.” The girl alleged.

“Because of me?” You wondered aloud. “If I’m what’s stopping him then you should let him come. I’ll stay home.”

“But we want both of you there. At least the boys want Rafe there.” Sarah attempted to joke. “You know I couldn’t care less.”

“What she’s trying to say is,” Topper interjected, “we’re tired of these separate hangouts! When one day we’re with you and the next we’re with Rafe. God, it feels like my parent’s divorce all over again.”

Sarah swatted him on the arm, whisper-scolding Topper for being so blunt. “Gee thanks.” You exaggerated, offering a tight-lipped smile to follow.

“So, will you do it?” He questioned, anxiously reading your expression.

“Fine.” You surrendered. “I’ll be there.”

At least your friends gave you a few days of notice, or else you definitely would not have come. And just as Sarah guessed, Rafe was nowhere to be found. You’d spent a delightful day with Sarah, Topper and Kelce. Truthfully, you forgot Rafe was invited at all. Being with your friends was a sure thing to boost your mood, and spending time with them again was a great reminder of that.

By nightfall, the four of you were out of your swimming attire and in clothes that accommodated for the cooler weather. You sipped from a beer can as the fire crackled in front of you, relaxing into one of the luxury garden chairs Mrs. Thornton had decorating the patio.

You laughed at something Sarah said from beside you, with Kelce to your left in a chair of his own as he strategically roasted a marshmallow, occasionally yelping when he thought he burned it. Topper returned from inside with a new tray of s’mores ingredients, setting them down on a nearby table. All of you were so busy with your own thing, nobody heard the sound of an engine cutting off, followed by two car doors shutting. The only warning you got was the sound of Rafe’s voice hollering as he made his way into the backyard.

“Hey, guys! Is the invitation still open?”

You clenched your jaw before it could drop, your eyes meeting Sarah’s wide and bewildered ones. Kelce only focused on the s’more he was making, removing himself from the awkward reunion before it started, hardly glancing up.

“Yeah, um. Of course man.” Topper greeted him once he got over the initial shock, their palms clasping together for their handshake. “Glad you could make it.”

“Right.” Rafe muttered, looking behind him over his shoulder, waving someone on. As the light from the fire allowed it, another person came slowly into view. You had to squint before you could make out the person. A girl, wrapping her arms around Rafe’s torso. “Guys, this is my...” He blanked, pausing momentarily. “My girlfriend. Mia.”

The pressure you were applying on your jaw was unbelievable, nearly tooth chipping but you couldn’t help your reaction. You weren’t sure what the alternative would be, but you were positive it couldn’t be pretty. Sarah craned her neck to take a closer look at you, trying to gauge your expression a bit better, while giving you an ‘I-swear-I-didn’t-know’ that you could read in her eyes.

“Hi, everyone.” The girl chirped. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

Everyone else spoke up a little in response, minimizing their words to a simple introduction of names. It wasn’t long before Rafe sat down in the empty chair across from you, pulling Mia down onto his lap. “Guess you’ll have to sit here, babygirl.” He noted, referring to the 5 patio chairs circling the fire.

“We weren’t expecting you to bring a guest, Rafe.” Sarah jabbed subtly.

The atmosphere turned tense and awkward faster than you could blink, but you tried so hard to stay unbothered by Rafe and the person accompanying him. Everyone else had a hard time making conversation as well, which you weren’t sure if you were making up in your head or if they were feeling uncomfortable too.

“So, you remember my sister Sarah… Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Before the girl could open her mouth to answer, Sarah was speaking in her place. “Actually, I don’t believe we’ve met. Well, I don’t remember us meeting.”

You nearly choked on your drink, but concealed a chuckle anyways.

“Oh.” Mia responded, unsure of what else there was to say. “I think I remember you though, Y/n.”

At the sound of your name, your eyes snapped to hers menacingly. Harsher than intended, but nonetheless you faked a smile. “Hm. I don’t believe we’ve met before, either.”

“No. I swear I’ve seen you somewhere. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Y/n and Rafe dated for a while.” Sarah blurted.

“Briefly.” Rafe corrected his sister in a low mumble while avoiding your eyes entirely. They’d been avoiding you since he arrived. You chuckled coldly at his lie.

Mia nodded. “Oh, right! I think Rafey told me about that. He said it wasn’t serious.”

“They almost eloped.” Sarah blunted yet again, earning a glare from both you and Rafe. You didn’t need her coming to your defense right now. It was nice, sure, but it made you look as if she was defending you for the sake of still being heartbroken. Though after just about one month, surely some feelings were still there. You just happened to be good at hiding them.

“Really?” Mia queried, looking to you for confirmation. Almost as if Sarah’s word wasn’t believable enough.

You nodded, exaggerating your next words. “Mhm. Thank god we didn’t go through with it.”

“Wow. See baby? That’s another sign that we were meant to be together.” Mia marveled while gazing at Rafe. “Isn’t that amazing?”

“Sure is, darling.” Rafe smirked, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips sloppily.

You picked at your nail polish, cringing at the satisfied moan and giggle Mia mustered. The topic of conversation sent shivers down your spine and aches to your heart all at once. It was one of your last, but one of your fondest memories in your time with him.

« Rafe’s turn for date night was usually over the top. Tonight, he’d planned for you two to have dinner on the Druthers. Something simple but thoughtful, to get away from the stresses in your lives.

“Get over here.” Rafe cheesed, arms wide open for you to join him under the stars. You happily obliged, leaning your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Thanks for dinner.” You told him, drawing shapes on his chest. “It was perfect.”

“Of course. I wish we could’ve spent more time together these past few weeks. I’m sorry. Just trying to make it up to you, honey.”

“It’s not on you, Rafey. I understand.”

He kissed your head comfortingly. “I wish we could have a break. I'm happiest when I’m with you, y’know.”

You giggled, heat rising to your cheeks. “We will. Soon. We’ll carve out a break in our schedules, take a roadtrip, or just lay here for the whole time. It doesn’t matter. But we’ll be together.”

Rafe lifted your chin with two of his fingers to gaze into your eyes, the calmness bringing him comfort you would always be there to give him. “Sometimes I wish we could just elope already.”

“You wanna get married?”

“Yeah. To you.” He confessed. “I couldn’t see myself marrying anyone else.”

“Me either.” You admitted, a smile pulling at your lips. The thought of marriage did scare you a tiny bit, especially given the sad excuse of an example you had, but the way Rafe reassured you made it all a little more bearable. There was no one else you could imagine committing to.

“We could go away to some random church and do it. It doesn’t have to be a church, either. I’d marry you in a McDonald’s parking lot.” You laughed at Rafe’s honesty which told him to go on. “Then we’d come back as Mr. and Mrs. Cameron. And everyone would be jealous because they didn’t get to witness you in your beautiful dress. But I think that makes it even more special. Because I’m the only one who gets to see it.”

“I love that.” You beamed, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling.

“And I know we’re both busy, and I haven’t given you a ring yet or even officially asked. But I do want to marry you, Y/n.”

You kissed him gently, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone. “We’ll have time one day. We’ll figure it out, my love. Because we will always find our way back to each other.”

He chuckled breathlessly, pecking your lips now. “We better.” »

“I guess you were just a placeholder.” Mia quipped, laughing annoyingly at her own joke. She failed to realize that she was the only one who found it funny.

“Guess so.” You affirmed, making eye contact with Rafe for the first time all night. It didn’t seem like it lasted long, though it did in your mind as you replayed it over and over.

You pondered her words for quite a while. When Mia moved to the island, you and Rafe had been together for at least 2 years. She was neither a kook nor a pogue, but began to work for the Cameron family as a gardener.

As she was at Tannyhill almost everyday, someone had to keep her updated on what needed to be done, etc. That someone being Rafe. Ward appointed him to take some leadership and oversee the staff at their home. Questioning Mia and Rafe’s communication wasn’t a thought in your mind at first. Even as they became acquainted.

Right before your eyes, Mia became one of Rafe’s priorities while you slowly dropped from the top of that list. He’d cancel dates or plans you’d had set up for weeks with the excuse of: “Mia needs my help, can’t make it.”

You watched him flirt with her outside, his bedroom window being cracked open to give you a good hearing advantage as she complimented the way he looked in his preppy polo shirts. He ate up the compliments, giving her some in return about her appearance more often than not.

You hated being jealous. It was more wishful thinking, hoping that Rafe would realize what he has and pay you more of those compliments. He didn’t.

Realistically, you strained to remember the last time he’d pointed out a detail about you at all. Maybe he’s just busy with other things. Or maybe he stopped noticing altogether. It was a constant battle, trying to decide if you were grasping at straws or not.

So, you had asked about it.

« “What’ve you been up to today?” You questioned your boyfriend over the phone.

“Not much. What about you?”

“Not much.” You repeated. “Was Mia there today?”

“Oh, yeah. She was.” You could almost hear Rafe’s smile through the phone. It made your stomach churn. “She made breakfast today.”

“What?”

“She made me breakfast this morning.” He reiterated. “We had french toast, and she put these strawberries on it. Best meal I’ve had in a while. She got here early so we sat outside and watched the sun come up.”

“Oh. Sounds fun.”

“Don’t start with that jealous crap, Y/n. I can hear it in your voice.” Rafe noted.

“But you still told me anyway. How would any girlfriend react to hearing their boyfriend had a romantic sunrise breakfast with someone else?”

Rafe scoffed. “Well, what was I supposed to do, Y/n? Should I have told her to sit outside alone in the dark? Mia and I are friends. The same way you’re friends with Topper. If you’d stop being insecure for a second and get to know her, she’s actually a really nice girl.”

“If you say so, Rafe. I don’t go out of my way to cater to Topper, though. So maybe it’s not as similar as you think.”

“Whatever. I’m done with this shit. Mia would never make a move on me, she knows I have a girlfriend.”

“Ok. I hope you’re right about that.” You divulged, hanging up immediately. »

The worst you’d felt, though, was on your birthday. Rafe sent you a text in the morning, but he went under the radar for the majority of the day. His disappearance led Sarah to be the one throwing you a party. Something at the boneyard, with people you hardly knew.

Eventually he had the decency to show up, only catching wind of the party because of Sarah’s persistent texts and voicemails demanding that he show up for his girlfriend’s birthday celebration. Although you weren’t going to voice your feelings, you could’ve gone the night without seeing him. It was your birthday after all. Thankfully, you were able to have an epiphany. Upon talking with and seeing some of the unfamiliar guys, you decided it was time to give someone else the same attention Rafe gave to Mia.

Never going as far as breaking boundaries and cheating, but not staying completely within them either. Maybe you wouldn’t have had to, had your boyfriend acted like he wanted to be there, or like he actually remembered your birthday at all.

« “Hey, babe.” Rafe greeted you, snaking his arms around your waist and disregarding a touron you were in conversation with. “Happy birthday.”

“Nice of you to show up.” You expressed, tone coated in sarcasm. “Party’s almost over.”

“Well, I’m here.” He shrugged, believing you would settle for it. “So the party’s just begun.”

“Where’ve you been today?”

“Damn, Y/n. Shouldn’t you lighten up? It’s your birthday.”

“Answer the question.”

Rafe rolled his eyes at you, knowing you weren’t going to give this up without a fight. “I had to drive Mia home.”

You squirmed out of his grasp, the urge to douse him in your drink strengthening with seconds. “Of course you did.”

“Y/n.” He began, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Mia works at Tannyhill. Her car broke down. I helped fix it, but she needed to get home early so I offered her a ride.”

You raised your eyebrows in suspicion, but not surprise. “You fixed her car? Rafe, I’ve never even see you change a fucking lightbulb.” You headed for the other direction, Rafe catching up with you.

“Fine. If that’s what you wanna do, then have it your way. I’ll go.” Rafe suggested, now walking the path towards his truck as you had stopped behind him.

“To Mia’s house? Are you gonna fix another one of her cars? Maybe buy her a new one? Hm?” You seethed, no thanks to the alcohol in your system.

He turned around, throwing his arms up in the air with his words. “What’s your fucking obsession with her, huh?”

“No, Rafe. I should be asking you that question.” You shot back, closing the distance between you two as you approached him, your finger pointing towards his chest. “What is so special about that bitch that makes her worth ditching your girlfriend for?”

“She’s not a bitch. Don’t call her that.”

From his words, you wanted to scream and practically pull his hair out. All of the emotion you’d been holding in about your boyfriend’s new ‘friendship’ was too much to suppress anymore. “Fuck you, Rafe. I’ll never understand why you keep choosing her.”

“Choosing her? She’s not my girlfriend. You are!” He answered incredulously.

“I couldn’t fucking tell. If you keep treating her like she is your girlfriend, then she might as well be.”

By now, Rafe was backed up against his truck as you two shouted back and forth. And luckily, a good distance away from the party in your honor.

“That’s convenient for you to say. Especially when I don’t even know who you’ve been with all night.”

“It wasn’t you.” You ridiculed, arms crossed over your chest. “It could’ve been, had you been here.”

“I guess I had other priorities.” He shrugged. “And it looks like you do too.”

“Okay. I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. Not on my birthday.”

“I’m sorry for fucking up your night, Y/n.” Rafe conceded before you could walk away, his head hung low as he stared at the ground.

“You didn’t fuck it up. I had a really good time without you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, locking eyes with you again. “What do you mean?”

“I had a good birthday. The first good day I’ve had in a while, actually.”

He wasn’t aware of what you were getting at, but he just knew it couldn’t be good. He tried to keep his voice steady, but nonetheless it wavered with the bubbling and uneasy gut-feeling. “Why are you telling me this?”

“I think we should break up, Rafe.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, eyes darting everywhere else as he uncrossed his arms. “I-I apologized, Y/n. I don’t understand what else you want me to do.”

“It’s not about that. It’s not only about that, Rafe.” You shook your head in disagreement with him, tears pricking your eyes. “I’ve watched you fall out of love with me for months. And it didn’t hit me until today that maybe I’m happier without you.”

“That’s not true.” He protested. “I love you, Y/n. I know I don’t say it too much, and probably don’t show it as often as I should… but I love you.”

“I wish you acted like it.”

“I wish it didn’t have to end like this.” Rafe muttered, slowing down from the argument earlier. “But if it’s what you want…”

You nodded, shoving your hands in your back pockets, clearing your throat to speak up. “Feels like I’m too good to you sometimes. I think we just need to be apart right now.”

“Answer this for me then.”

You quirked an eyebrow, silently telling him to voice his question.

“It’s not just because of Mia?”

“Answer this for me then, Rafe. If you had to give up one of us… who would it be?”

He remained still, leaning up against his truck with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t flinch at the question. His answer was calm, his eyes told you far more than you needed to know.

“I’m not gonna stop being friends with her, Y/n.”

Your lips pursed together at the revelation, blinking tears away before giving him one last look and turning your back.

“Goodnight, Rafe.” »

“You ok?” Sarah muttered to you and you only. You gave her a curt nod in response.

She knew you didn’t want to break up with Rafe, it was more like you had to. You had to protect yourself from the heartbreak that was coming your way. Although now, watching Rafe and Mia together, your heartbreak may have decided to arrive anyway.

“Do you guys wanna head in?” Topper questioned the group, the tension in the air much thicker than it was earlier, if that was even possible.

“Before we do..” Rafe interrupted, words slurring together from the several beers he had. “I just wanted to thank you guys for being so welcoming to my girl. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Rafe’s eyes fell on you before he kissed his girlfriend passionately, almost as if he was making sure you were paying attention to the pair. She ran her fingers through his hair, the same way you used to. It didn’t seem real. That only weeks ago Rafe was able to call you his, and you were able to call him yours.

Without a second thought, you got up. “I think I’m gonna head home, actually. Thanks, Top.”

“Y/n..” Sarah started, prepared to come after you.

“Don’t.” Her brother interrupted, following your trail instead as the rest of the group stood still, staring blankly.

“Let’s go inside.” Kelce suggested, snapping everyone out of their trance before Mia could say anything too. The boy showed her the way through Topper’s back door urgently, making sure none of your conversation would be heard. Though your vision was clouding with tears, it was easy to find your way back to your car.

“Don’t go.” Rafe stopped you, holding down your car door so you couldn’t open it.

“Why did you follow me, Rafe? Go inside with everyone else. Please. Get lost.” You pleaded. You couldn’t let him see you cry right now. You couldn’t let him see his pursuit to upset you was successful. His ego would inflate and probably explode.

“I wanted to check on you.”

“You’ve checked now. I’m fine. Let me go home, please.” You rested your head and forearm against your car, letting some tears soak into the fabric of your plaid flannel.

“So.. you’re just gonna avoid me for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah, that was kinda the plan.”

“We can’t even be friends? Come on, Y/n. You wanted this breakup, right?”

“Friends?” You repeated his choice of words, barely above a whisper as your tense throat put a strain on your voice. “I can’t believe you, Rafe.”

“What’s so wrong with that? You left me, remember?”

You now turned around to face him, back resting against your car now. “You gave me no choice. I knew you were gonna run off with her the second you got the chance. I saw it coming.” Just because you expected it, didn’t mean you wanted to witness your fear come to fruition.

“So, you just.. gave me the chance?” Rafe interrogated. “If you ever loved me, you wouldn’t have left. You would’ve fought for us.”

“I wish you did the same for me, Rafe.” Your eyes glossed over as you stared into his. “You left me way before I left you.”

“What are you talking about, Y/n? I never cheated on you or anything.”

“Sure. You didn’t cheat on me, Rafe. I’ll give you that. But you still betrayed me. And I can’t trust you.”

He stayed silent, shoving his hands in his pockets. The chirps of crickets were the loudest sound out there. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I never meant for it to happen like that.”

“There’s nothing you can do now. Don’t act like you have any remorse for me.”

“I never imagined we’d be here. I don’t want you to hate me, Y/n.” He stressed, his voice soft as he was struggling to put his feelings into words.

“Maybe you’ll be the one to miss me one day, Rafe. Maybe not. But I hope you’re happy with letting me go.” I hope you won’t be able to get me out of your head like I can’t get you out of mine. I hope that one day I’ll be able to look you in the eye and feel nothing. “And when that day comes Rafe, I hope I care for someone who treats me a hell of a lot better than you did.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, nodding as he took in your admission. Maybe in denial that the day you were talking about had arrived so soon, though he wouldn’t say it yet. Your words hurt to hear, but this was only the beginning of the loss Rafe would feel.

“I hope someone treats you better, too. You deserve it.”

With that, he stepped away, allowing you to get into your car. Rafe stared at the ground, hands still resting in his pockets as he heard your car door shut after you got in.

“Y/n?” He faltered, but you easily heard him through the rolled down window.

“Rafe?”

“You said we’d always find our way back to each other.” He recollected, his speech slurred but dripping with pain. “Will we?”

“I don’t know, Rafe. You can’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.” Rafe pursed his lips, swallowing the lump in his throat before you continued. “Maybe that shit’s not even true. I think you just had me fooled for a while.”

“I hope we can be okay again.”

His words, for some reason, made you smile softly to yourself. Maybe in irony because he was the one to cause this. “Yeah, well… Don’t hold your breath.”

With that, he stood there as he watched you drive away. His eyes clouded with tears just the same as yours were when he was able to take one last look at them. Rafe’s breaths became heavier as his heart pounded in his chest, a sick feeling swirling in his stomach.

He failed to understand true happiness with you until it faded into a memory. Rafe figured that you would be the one to come around. That this would be another stupid fight that would blow over. He was oblivious to the fact that it was because of him that he was in this position. Standing here, alone. Left behind by the girl that at one point— was completely and utterly in love with him. And even with pride like Rafe’s, he would have to learn that the grass isn't greener on the other side.

part two

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A Heiress in Love Pt.3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister //Sestra = sister // Printsessa = princess Synopsis: You’re Y/N Woods-Griffin, daughter of Lexa Woods and Clarke Griffin, queens and rulers of the Triku Lands, a powerful and well know kingdom. Enter a mad king trying to “restore” the old world. In order to stop him from gaining control, your mothers decide to seek the union of their kingdom with the next powerful one, the Avengers Kingdom. Only problem? Their Heiress hates your guts. Chapter synopsis: after you break protocol, Wanda sees you in a different light. Does this mean you have now a chance to fix the hatreds she feels towards you? A/N: So I'm kinda parting away from The 100 canon and making some new rules of my own that I hope it make sense. Anyway, this is a longer chapter (gotta take advantage of my vacation time!) hope you guys enjoy it. And again this is not beta'd.

The royal introduction was a disaster thanks to your slip. Your mother wasn’t content at all with you and you couldn’t blame her. This was a big chance for your people and you make a stupid mistake like you didn’t know better.

King Anthony, bless him (you always have admired his sense of humor and the fact that he can make the best out of any situation) defused the tension and brought back the control and protocol. Before lunch, your mother gave you one of her looks, one that told you this would be dealt with later. Madi only smiled at you, not a word spoken on your way to the table.

You only hoped lunch was better.

It wasn’t.

Or that’s how you felt it.

Titus made a big fest, roasting a lamb, making all kinds of salads, and dishes. You didn’t have an idea of how many different things that man could do with potatoes until today. You are seated sandwiched between Natasha and Pietro. Wanda sat across from you between Madi and Octavia. This change in seating occurred minutes before food was brought. You wanted to ask but a look from your mom was all it took to remain silent… it’s a feeling that is not sitting well with you.

“So, future sister-in-law, what land would I rule once you marry mi sestra” Pietro asks you between bites of food. He’s taking full advantage of the apparently unlimited food.

“The land of the jokesters and foolish men” you hear Natasha scoff next to you. Honestly, you are a little bit (okay a lot) intimidated by her so hearing her liking your joke (you’re taking her scoff as something good) makes you feel elated.

“Rude. Come on future ruler, you can give me something better”

“I don’t know Piet, what about a small island in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’ll take it”

Talking with Pietro has always been easy, his goofiness making it perfect to freely talk, even if it’s just mundane things. Why can’t you talk to his sister as easy as this? You glance towards her and see that she’s not engaging in any particular conversation, Madi is busy talking with Laura, and Octavia is just observing her surroundings, clearly uninterested in mundane talk. You know she’s assessing Natasha from afar.

Your mothers are playing the host role to perfection talking animatedly with the Stark’s and Barton’s, the four of them clearly enjoying this new agreement and talking about the future, to them it looks promising. You just hope it can live up to their expectations.

You take a little more time to observe Wanda, she doesn’t have a lot on her plate, playing with the smashed potatoes. Her eyes are looking down and, her free hand plays absentmindedly with her rings. You think she does it when she’s nervous or bored, probably both. Your watching is so intense she lifts her eyes and now she’s looking at you, her neutral face frowning once she catches your eyes. You avert it quickly so you don’t notice the small blush appearing on her cheeks.

“You know is rude to stare” you hear a husky voice next to you and for your own sake, you pretend it doesn’t affect you. You turn to see Natasha smirking, and if your mother hears you calling her by the first name even if it’s in your own mind she would be mad at you for your lack of respect.

“Sorry” you mumble and continue eating. Now you have a little frown on you and if you weren’t that busy and lost in your thoughts, you would have seen Wanda looking at you with a curious expression on her face.

You’re about to make a comment when you see Indra enter the room and whisper something to your mother. Lexa nods and sends her away. She says something to Clarke and stands up.

“I must apologize, it seems there’s a matter at hand that requires my immediate attention, Madie, Octavia, Y/N if you please come with me” Her tone leaves no room for debate and as much as you want to stay and try to make any kind of conversation you know it should be something important if your mother is requiring Octavia’s and your presence.

“Oh, I hope is nothing grave. Should I be worried?” King Anthony (Tony as he insisted to be called) asks in a serious tone. The whole table feels silent.

“Nothing to be worried about, please feel free to finish lunch. Clarke will accompany you on your afternoon activities” Lexa says and proceeds to leave the room, two of her royal guards following her.

Madi and Octavia are soon to follow but you take a little more time. Before standing up you feel a stare and look up to see Wanda is looking at you with an unreadable expression. You look at her, suddenly you mumble an “I’m sorry” and leave the table. You feel her gaze on you as you walk away.

— // — // — //

When you enter your mother’s headquarters (it hasn’t been a war room for at least fifteen years) you see Lincoln and Indra explaining something to Lexa, they don’t even blink when you enter but Madi makes a sign for you to sit next to her.

“Last word was that Wallace refused Ultron’s offer but he’s adamant on gaining back some of his old territories. He launched an attack on the ice nation” Lincoln informs showing it on the hologram projected on the table.

“It wasn’t a big attack but enough to get Roan on edge and send a message to the rest of our clans”

“I see” your mother observes the map. “Indra, sent a message back telling Roan we are at the ready if he needs it. Octavia, prepare the warriors and keep them at by if necessary. Hopefully, Wallace stands back if he sees we’re presenting a united fort”

“Has Queen Regina said anything?” Octavia asks, preparing already things to take down to the warrior's quarters.

“Yes, she also sent her support. Her armies are ready as well, hoping we don’t have to go to war”

“Let’s hope so. In the meantime, we have other things to plan. Madi can you go with Octavia? I need to speak with your sister alone”

There’s no room for any objection and you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Madi pats your shoulder before leaving. Once everybody leaves, you sit there not looking at your mother, she comes closer to you.

“Y/N I know you’re not a fool, you know what’s the situation and the stakes at hand and I need to know” she places her hand on your hand.

“Yes, mother?”

“As the next Heda in line… are you ready to lead your people and be at the front of the war?”

You know all your life if you ever ascend it to the throne that you’ll be leading all the 15 clans plus your allies. Your mother fought tooth and nail to establish a strong coalition and she’s not the leader of many lands for nothing. You never thought that if you ever lead, there would be a chance of war. Your stomach drops, a feeling of emptiness.

She’s looking at you with that unreadable look and you can’t help but remember all the times you have tried to live up to her expectations. You gulp and with the most assertive and confident voice you have, you answer her.

“I’m ready to lead my people to win, ready to protect and serve my people. Blood must not have blood unless it puts my people at risk. Attack them and you attack me.”

“Even with your own life?”

“Especially with my own life”

“Vow it”

You look at her, your mouth agape. A vow you never thought you’ll have to ever recite.

Of course you knew it, you have studied them many times, but the words leaving your mouth suddenly gives you a feeling of doom. You hope with all your might, that if the time comes (and you hope it doesn’t) your new alliance with Stark helps you win this.

You kneel in front of her, head down and right hand on your chest.

“I vow to protect my people with my own life in order to ensure their safety and the safety of the coalition”

After you finish, you take the small blade placed in front of you. Inhaling deeply you make a slash on your hand, not deep but enough for the black blood to flow, you feel your mother’s hand on yours, her thumb tracing the cut and taking enough blood, she marks your headpiece, and then her headpiece. She then takes a piece of her sash and cuts a part of the fabric at the bottom, she places it on your hand, bandaging it carefully.

You know it’s also a sign to indicate the vow and the new role you just took: Heda’s Second in line.

“I, Heda kom Triku accept and honor your vow”

Your mother nods and places her hands on your head asks you to stand. She looks at you tenderly before grabbing you by your shoulders and looking you straight dead in your eyes.

“Good. Now come, you have a schedule to follow and guests to entertain”

She starts heading towards the door but before leaving she stops and turns to look at you.

 “I hope that whatever was what had you distracted today doesn’t repeat. Don’t disappoint me again”

She turns out and leaves without waiting for you. You stand there for a few seconds, the horrid sensation on your stomach.

Disappoint me… again.

Those three words feel like a punch to your stomach, the sensation of having a hole in the base of it. You feel the sting of tears in your eyes, you clench your jaw and breath before leaving the room, crying won’t do you any good.

When you finally leave, your mother is nowhere to be seen, you think she probably went with Indra or Octavia to check on the plans or something. You start walking back to the dining room but you know the meeting took longer than you thought. You ask a guard you encounter where your mom and Wanda’s courtship are at the moment. He informs you they’re walking outside in the gardens, thanking him you redirect your way.

But the words your mother spoke don’t leave your mind. You know she has really high standards you need to meet, and, in some ways, you feel that she’s always comparing you to Madi, and you can’t help but feel sad. You love your mother and you have no doubts she loves you as well, but sometimes, her words cut deeper.

You feel a tear escape your eye, your hand angrily drying it. If your mom and guests are in the gardens, it would be nearly impossible to know exactly which part of it, so you stop. Feeling lost in your own castle you decide to just go and wait for them at the entrance.

But your mind is still running a mile per minute, you can’t help but keep replaying those words and at the same time thinking about how you can get Wanda alone so you can at least talk to her. Protocols and manners be damned.

You figured that maybe if you ask her to meet you for a beverage before dinner you could talk a little bit. With the new idea, you head to your chambers and look for Echo, asking her to help you with your little plan, making her promise not to say a word to your mothers. She eyes your hand and sees Lexa’s red sash around it and you can’t help but hide it behind your back. Echo doesn’t say anything but promises to help you out. You know there’s a high risk they know about your plan but you can only hope they let it pass, seeing as it would be out of hours, you know their schedule so you are for a fact sure it would be on their free time.

Once that is settled you start walking again towards the entrance only to crash against Octavia, her arms helping you to keep your balance.

“Little Heda, I was looking out for you”

“Why?”

“Training time”

Right, you have forgotten about it. She takes you by the shoulders leading you to your room to change or at least take the coat and sash out. She helps you with it and you leave. If she notices your crystallized eyes, the blood on your headpiece, and Lexa’s sash around your hand she doesn’t comment on it.

You tell her that you hoped to get a free pass since your guests were here too which she only replied that there was a threat to war plus Duchess Romanoff wants to watch the training.

Why the fuck not? If you were dreading the training before, now you’re less than excited to go. You just hope Wanda might be there and maybe try to impress it with your abilities.

She’s not there.

You ask casually or as casually as you can (which is nothing at all) where she might be. Natasha smirks and smiles like a Cheshire Cat, telling you she was feeling tired after the day's travels and went to take a nap. The rest of her party is off who knows where with your mothers playing good hosts. King Anthony probably tiring your mother’s ear out about the new technologies, Raven probably would have loved him.

Octavia sets some new courses for you to train, getting some warriors as well into the simulation so you can have some real hand-to-hand combat. You have the suspicion Tavia wants to impress Natasha as well, since it’s a known fact that the Duchess is highly skilled in combat, refusing to conform to social standards.

Whatsoever you’re a little bit distracted and the injury in your hand is stinging which makes you miss a few easy targets, plus you have been going at hand to hand combats for an hour already, so you’re starting to feel tired and emotionally drained. This result has Octavia pushing you harder than normal, especially after she knocked you down three times in a row. Just as you’re getting up Madi enters the training room and takes Octavia’s place.

She eyes your hand but it doesn’t comment on it. In fact, she pushes the training swords harder on your chest. You’re honestly fed up with everybody around you. She asks Octavia to stop the simulation. Octavia wants to protest but Madie just looks at her. Finally, she lets Madi into the arena.

“Defeat me” she spats the words at you.

And honestly, that’s such a stupid thing to say, in all your years you have never defeated Madi with a sword. Hand-to-hand combat yes, but with a sword never. You eye her trying to get a feeling out of it, maybe she’s joking but she gives you nothing.

Natasha has come closer to look, standing now next to Octavia, you barely hear her whisper about what’s about to happen. The atmosphere around you gets tense.

“Defeat me,” she says again.

Now, all the soldiers are forming a circle around you. It has been a while since they have seen you both train, but this is different, Madi’s energy is charged and you try to read her. You take the sword and stand in position.

As soon as you do that she charges straight towards you, barely giving you the time to block her hit. You eye her but she’s already charging back. You don’t register what’s happening around but you hear the exciting voices of the soldiers, trying to cheer both of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you kinda see Pietro next to Natasha, cheering you on and waving his hands like a cheerleader, enough for you to get distracted and get disarmed knocked down by the hit and kicks Madi gives you. You can tell by the pain in your chest, that she’s not taking any consideration, she’s going tougher on you.

“Get. Up” she says circling you.

You do. You dust yourself and grab the sword again but your hand is aching, you switch hands, hoping to perform better with the left one. While you’re taking your fighting stance again you see Wanda next to Pietro, a piece of paper in her hand. THE piece of paper you gave Echo and you know at least she got the invitation.

Okey.

One thing at lead is going according to plan. Time to show your future wife what you’re made of. You think maybe that’s why she’s going rough on you, to help you impress her, but her next movements aim literally to “kill you” (if it wasn’t for the fact that you know these swords aren’t sharp enough to injure) makes you rethink everything.

“Defeat. Me. HEDA” she says with clenched teeth.

And with that word everything makes sense.

You know she knows you took the vow, you know she’s angry for that. In fact, this makes you angrier, she refused the throne, so she has no right to be mad about it. You charge at her with all your strength, blocking her hits as well. You have trained many years at her side before she left, you study her movements trying to anticipate them, and now you’re matching her up, head to head. Maybe is all the adrenaline of the day finally catching up with you.

If she connects one hit, you connect one, she blocks, you block, she kicks and you jump, you have never been able to match her like this, but then again, you have never been this angry at her and had never had Wanda around to show yourself. The arena is silent now, everybody caught up that this was not just a training match, this was a challenge issued by Octavia’s former second in command. The heiress that quit her place to be the next Heda.

The importance of this fight is not lost on them. You barely hear Octavia’s explanation to your guests. But at this time, it doesn’t matter about impressing Wanda anymore. This is about you earning your place, showing the soldiers you can lead them… and for Madie to do this? You want nothing more but to yell at her.

See? There’s a funny thing when everybody around you pushes you to the limits, you’re one comment away from exploding.

Disappoint me…again

The voice of your mother resounds loud and clear in your head, pushing you to the limit. You have earned your place and you’ll be damn if they try to steal it from you. So you take the sword with your right hand, the pain increasing ten times, you know you’re bleeding again, as you feel the damp sash against your palm. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you stand in position you charge against her, this time trying a different combination of movements, some of them you haven’t used against a real person, only on the training dummies. This throws Madi out and you use this advantage to connect a few kicks and punches as well, she easily blocks them.

Finally, you do a combination of going left and changing directions once you see her trying to block that hit, aiming now at the hand grading the sword and connecting, making her drop it, moving fast you bring her to her knees, you can see the fury behind her eyes. You place the tip of the sword against her neck.

You hear someone gasp.

“Surrender,” you say in a whisper, sweat dripping from your forehead, you know your face must be a mess. The sweat probably ruined the eye makeup and might have washed the blood from your headpiece.

“I concede. Congratulations… Heda” Madi says and her voice carries no emotion, her eyes not showing pride or happiness, in fact, her eyes are so guarded you don’t know how to feel about it.

“What the hell is all of this commotion?” You hear your mother’s voice through the arena. You turn to face her and see your mom and the rest of your guests next to her. Your mom looks at you with worry. Behind her, you see Echo, and your stomach drops.

You look out for Wanda but her expression is one of curiosity, her apparent eternal front still in pace, and before you can do anything Clint goes to her side. Natasha tries to go to you but Octavia stops her. Pietro tries to gain your attention but you avoid him completely.

“I asked a question”

If there’s something that makes Lexa mad is the lack of responses. Instead of the lecture you were expecting, she surprises you by walking closer to you…

And slaps you.

You swallow hard. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes and the pain on your cheek but refuse to cry.

You look at her and all the love and respect you feel suddenly leaves and you feel betrayed.

“I asked you to follow protocol, especially during this time and next I know you’re organizing an unsupervised meeting with your betrothed and challenging your sister?”

You remain silent.

“Heda, with all due respect, Hainofi Y/N didn’t issue the challenge” you turn to see Octavia stepping towards your mother.

Lexa diverts her eyes from you toward her. Not a word is spoken.

“Is that true Madi?” She asks your sister with incredulity and such gentleness you can’t help but laugh at the irony. Lexa looks at you like you had lost your mind and maybe you have.

Before anything else can be said, bless King Stark for interrupting the moment.

“As much as I would love to see this awkward family moment and learn more about your traditions, I think is getting a little bit late and my lovely wife and I should head to sleep soon if we plan to rise early tomorrow. After all, we need to head back to prepare things in our lands before returning for the lovely wedding I’m sure Wands and Y/N will have” and it’s his stupid comment the one that breaks the tension… since it’s probably around 5 or 6 on the afternoon.

Pietro soon follows his lead

“Of course, it has been an amazing but tiresome day. Maybe Queen Griffin can show us the way back and probably tell me where the kitchens are?”

“I apologize. Of course. Echo please show Count Barton, King, and Queen Stark the way back. They should rest before supper. Octavia, please escort Duchess Romanoff and Lady Wanda to their chambers”

“I’ll escort them” you hear yourself say but before you can even attempt to walk Lexa grabs your arm.

“Octavia will escort them” �� You look at your mother without saying anything, apparently, today is the day of stares. Shaking slightly your head you murmur a soft fine before taking your arm out of her grasp.

Octavia is not done yet though.

“Heda, if I may, I think it’s important for Heidoni Y/N to spend some time with Lady Maximoff in order for them to get acquaintance with each other, especially due to recent events and developing news,” Octavia tells Lexa. She has always been one of the persons to get head to head with Lexa, the other being your mom. She, like her, can call Lexa on her shit and get away with it (mostly).

You expect your mother to refuse, but something in her softens when she sees you and only nods her head before telling Madi to accompany you as well.

“Octavia, a word” is the final thing you heard her say before they leave.

During all this time you didn't notice the warriors going away nor the other guests leaving with their respective handlers. It’s only when you turn to see Wanda and Natasha that you notice you’re the only four left in the room.

You hear Madi pat her clothes and you turn to look at her, anger still lingering. Sensing the pain in your hand you remember you still have the sword, looking at her you throw it at her feet.

“I’m done competing against you”

“You think I did this for a competition?!”

“Why else would you issue a Heda challenge if not for this?!”

You raise your voice just like her. Honestly, you just want to be left alone or at the least have some time with Wanda, but the universe is loving playing with you today.

“Because you took the vow you stupid!” Madie emphasizes each word with a finger jabbing at your chest.

The room goes silent or as silent, as it can get, seeing that neither Wanda nor Natasha had issued a word since.

“You took the vow strisis” the last words a whisper, she then suddenly launches at you, her arms hugging you tighter than the day she arrived.

And now her attitude makes sense. She wasn’t angry at you because you were going to be Heda, she was angry you took the vow to protect the coalition with your life.

She had hoped that even if war broke, you could avoid the conflict, avoid being at the front lines, seeing as you were the little sister and wouldn’t had ascend to the throne yet, even if you married Maximoff beforehand, because for you to ascend, the current Heda would need to die.

But now it was impossible for you to step aside, you had been marked and you had vowed on it.

As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, your headpiece will change, indicating your new status as Heda’s second. Everybody in your lands would already know just by seeing Lexa’s sash around your hand and your blood on your headpiece.

And this has been such a tiresome and stressed day that as soon as she hugs you, your tears run down freely. By now, you know you have made a complete fool in front of Wanda and any chance you might have to change her impression of you is gone down the drain.

“Sorry to interrupt but by the way that was freaking awesome. Y/N you’ll need to teach me those moves”

Natasha’s voice breaks the moment and Madi is the first to separate from the hug, she looks at you now with love and sorrow. You sniff and laugh at the same time. Bless these people and their imperfect perfect timing to defuse a situation.

“Yeah of course Duchess Romanoff”

She waves her hand dismissing the title. You like her already.

“Please, call me Natasha when your mothers aren’t around”

You smile, just a few hours and she has picked on the strict side your mother has. You look one last time at Madi and give her a smile. She surprises you by giving you a small hug.

“Now, I believe my little sister has an unsupervised commitment here with Lady Maximoff?”

Natasha not so discreetly coughs something closer to “first date” but you don’t want to get your expectations up.

Right.

You hoped that wouldn’t be mentioned again. This has been a disastrous day already, plus you’re sweaty, bloody, tired, and your face and hair are probably a mess, not exactly a “first date” presentation.

“Uh… I understand if she doesn’t want to go, I mean, it was a spur of the moment, it’s not on their agenda, and-“

“I wouldn’t mind” you hear Wanda’s voice and is the most angelical thing you have ever heard. You turn to look at her so fast your neck probably got whiplash.

“Are you sure?” You timidly ask and as you take a few steps closer to her, your heart beating so fast, you can’t help but think that this is the longest you two have actually talked. You pray whoever is up there to let you hear her voice more often.

“I am,” she says while looking straight into your eyes and you’re so sure she can see your soul. She tilts her head a little in confusion, frowning. You have come to love that small frown though. And as soon as she speaks those words you smile, a smile that reaches your eyes and makes your chest happy.

“Y/N?” You hear Madi call you. Not wanting to take your eyes from Wanda but also not wanting to disrespect your sister you turn to look at her. Forgetting for a moment all the emotions you’ve had during the day, the physical stress you put your body through the challenge and training, not feeding it properly and the little blood loss you suffered, it’s not a surprise you get dizzy.

“Whoa”

You feel a pair of hands holding your waist, steading your body, feeling a shock through your body, a warm sensation filling you. Turning your head you expect to see Madi for some odd reason (you’ll later know she nor Natasha were that close to you in order to catch you on time) and are surprised to see Wanda. This close you notice the exact tone of her green eyes, a shade lighter than your mother’s, she’s a little bit shorter than you, not more than an inch, her scent (something floral, like jasmine) hits your nose and you can’t help but inhale it. You swore you see some red wisps around you but you can’t be sure.

“I think you need to rest” it’s her sweet voice the one that has you trying to stand tall. Breathing in and out just like Octavia showed you, you try to get some sort of control over your body. A chance to get Wanda alone again after today might be hard to get, so you wouldn’t want to pass this.

“No, no. I’m okay. I just probably need to eat”

“And get a bath, it wouldn’t be a bad idea… Henofi” Madi’s sweet voice reaches your ears. You nod.

“Can I still see you?” you direct your words in a plea to Wanda

You don’t know what were you expecting but the small chuckle you receive from Wanda is enough to get you weak on the knees and you would be damned if you won’t try again to hear that sound.

“She will be there” Is Natasha the one replying. You frown but don’t comment on it. Wanda takes her hands from your waist, seeing as you sort of have recovered your balance.

You extend your hand, trying to make Wanda shake on it and it’s when she sees the damp sash, black stains covering most of the red. You flinch with the movement.

“Your hand” her worry is evident in her voice. She tries to take it but you recoil from her touch.

Not a lot of people outside Triku territory and the coalition know about the special type your mother, sister and you have. There aren’t many like you, not after that fateful attack at night years ago that killed most of them. You’re not ashamed of your blood but aren’t sure how Wanda could possibly react to it, there was a girl running after she discovered this.

Madi senses this and tries to go to you but Natasha stops her, nodding to just look.

“I…” you tried but fail miserably trying to explain.

“Please, let me look. I promise I won’t run” and seriously? it’s as if she just read your mind. Deciding that, if you two are meant to marry, you’ll have to learn to trust her and vice versa, plus you’re trying to get to know her, escaping from her won’t do any good.

You let her get close now, extending your trembling hand towards her. Wanda gently takes it and delicately starts unwrapping the sash, since there was nothing between the cut and the sash, and with all the new blood pouring, the fabric got a little bit stuck to the wound.

Flinching, you grunt, wrenching your teeth to mask the pain.

“I’m sorry,” she says sincerely.

Finally, she undoes the bandage and observes your wound. The blood has stopped coming out, but the black drops can still be seen in some parts, where others have started to dry. She tentatively tries to reach but thinks better of it, fingers stopping closer. You examine her face, gauging her reaction.

“Your blood…?”

“It’s black, yeah”

She looks at you, her adorable frown present. She studies it for a moment, tilting her head, and observing it. She passes her hand above it.

Madi takes a step closer, ready in case something goes bad, making Natasha get closer as well.

“Why?”

“Genetic trait, created to resist the radiation that plagued my mother's native land, it’s called natblida, night blood in English” you explain to her, choosing carefully your words, it’s the easiest and shortest version.

Wanda observes it and you observe her. Her gaze goes from your hand to your eyes. You feel her searching for something, you don’t attempt to blink…or breath.

She closes her eyes, suddenly feeling a warm sensation on your hand, you take your eyes from her and towards your hand, seeing red wisps coming from her hand. After a few seconds she opens her eyes again, you watch her with your lips parted, noticing not for the first time, that they go from red to their usual green.

Unconsciously you lick your lips, your mouth suddenly dry, noticing her eyes catch it and follow the whole movement.

“You have magic” you barely whisper but in the quiet room, you must as well have screamed it.

Madi comes closer after hearing your words, taking your hand from her grasp and inspecting the now closed wound. She looks at Wanda and then at Natasha, having a silent talk with her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could be as good as she is at reading people.

“You know you’ll need to keep the sash for a few more days right?” Maddi says after whatever she and Natasha communicated.

“But is all bloodied and dirty”

“Mother probably sent to your chambers freshly red fabric already”

At the mention of your mother, you can’t help but lower your gaze, frowning. You feel conflicted at the moment with her. Madi notices this, same as Wanda and Natasha, and not wanting to interrupt more than what they already have, give you a little bit of space.

Madi lifts your chin.

“You know she loves you right?”

“Yeah”

“Okey. Now, you had a long day, and is not over yet, so I suggest we go so you can take a bath and hurry your ass back to take Wanda on your date”

A quiet and shy chorus of "is not a date" from you and Wanda has both Madi and Natasha laughing. Madi gently pushes you towards the entrance and you turn to look at Wanda. Her expression is softer now but still remains naturally guarded. She looks at you, mouthing an “I’ll be there”, walking past you with Natasha on her trail, when she passes next to you she winks and gives you a thumbs up.

Madi and you leave the training area, you’re silently walking, a small smile on your face, you can’t help but feel giddy. Already planning where to take Wanda after tonight. Finally, you feel things are getting better.

That’s it until you arrive at your room and see your mom Clarke waiting for you.

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Your Filthy Heart

Part Three: The Pure and The Poison

Your Filthy Heart Masterlist

Thank you to @ozarkthedog for reading this through for me and to @msmarvelwrites for the support and some epic dirty talk suggestions!

Summary: It’s time to give Daddy a taste of his own medicine by bringing your boyfriend, Peter Parker, home for dinner.

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, daddy/stepdad kink, infidelity, vaginal sex, dirty talk, derogatory language, a touch of face slapping, cum play(?). 18+.

Word Count: 3.5k

“I’m nervous, like really nervous. Is my tie straight?”

There was a part of you that felt guilty for dragging Peter into your shit, truly. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying his affections.

He was handsome, a strong jawline, kind eyes, a boy next door kinda attitude. Peter was everything that Bucky wasn’t, and maybe a little part of you made the conscious decision to start dating him because he was so different.

You knew you were pushing your luck, but when the thought occurred to invite him home for dinner, your mouth engaged before your brain and you’d already asked.

“It’s just dinner, Pete. You didn’t need to wear a tie at all.” You couldn’t help but smile at him as he fixed his hair in the rear mirror, but the pit of dread in your stomach was only growing more by the second. “Come on, Mom’s probably bouncing up and down in anticipation.”

“Your Stepdad’s gonna be home soon right? Fuck, I wanna make a good impression.”

Placing a hand on his thigh, muscular and firm, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. He really was adorable, an underlying sexiness about him because he was so concerned with being the most decent guy he could be. And he didn’t deserve a single second of the torture you were about to put him through.

Was that going to stop you? Absolutely not.

You knew your mother would be too high on the buzz that you’d finally met a guy you’d deemed important enough to bring home for dinner. She wouldn’t notice the impending tension, of that you were sure.

Stepping out of Peter’s car, your tummy flipping at the thought of Bucky coming home to find his spot in the garage taken, you readjusted your skirt and motioned at Peter to get out of the car with a roll of your eyes and a nod of your head.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He muttered, reaching for the bouquet of flowers he’d bought for your Mom in the back seat.

Grabbing his hand, you tugged him towards the door connecting the house to your garage, you made your way to the kitchen -- the scent of pot roast, of course, filling the air and the sounds of gentle piano music playing softly in the background.

Your Mom really had gone the whole hog to make a good impression, and you couldn’t blame her. She had no idea you were screwing her husband, feelings of possessiveness and bitterness growing with each passing day.

She loved Peter. That much was very clear from the second she’d been introduced to him.

You feigned interest as she sat across from him on the plush, cream sofa; asking him a thousand questions and not allowing him the airtime to answer a single one before she’d thought of another.

But all you could think of was him. The look on his face when he saw Peter sitting next to you on the couch, the hand that was currently resting loosely on your knee, your Mother’s beaming smile as she informed him that we had a dinner guest.

You revelled in the power you held — the power to drive him insane with jealousy.

You zoned out as you helped your Mother set the table, the sound of her voice muffled in your ears when you heard the low rumble of a car engine pull up on the driveway; blood instantly pounding in your ears.

“Oh, that’ll be James.” Your mother gushed, clasping her hands together and straightening out the cutlery on the way back to the kitchen.

James.

She always did like to abandon the nickname when she was trying to impress. You’d heard the name ring out in the night air on more than one occasion that week. And the thought made you sick.

You held no claim over him. Not really. But that didn’t stop the rage from bubbling in your belly each and every time.

“Hey, you okay? You look as nervous as I feel.”

Peters hand resting on your lower back, his soft eyes looking down on you with gentle concern, you forced yourself to smile and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. He can just be a little,” you paused, wringing your fingers together in front of you, “intense.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you into his side to give your body a reassuring squeeze — guilt thumping through your veins as you cursed yourself for dragging him into the mess you’d found yourself in.

“Anyone wanna tell me who’s car is in my spot?”

The sound of his voice, laced with irritation and curiosity, had your heart beating rapidly in your chest; the reality of what you’d done setting in as his footsteps drew nearer.

“Hey, it’ll be fine. I’ll make a good impression, I promise.”

Peter was too good for you, of that much you were certain. But you forced a smile anyway, leaning up on your tiptoes to meet his waiting kiss.

At the worst possible moment.

“What do we have here?”

Exhaling a shaky breath, you composed yourself, opening your eyes to meet his fiery stare. There he stood in the living room doorway, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp, black button up. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the way the veins in his hands flexed.

Before you could speak, Peter stepped forward; holding his own hand out for Bucky to shake.

“Mr Barnes, Sir, I’m Peter Parker. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

All you could do was watch as Peter’s hand hung in the air, Bucky with his hands on his hips, leaning back on his heels slightly. The tension was evident, yet only you and he knew why — the weight of your entanglement heavy in the air.

“Finally, huh?”

Bucky caught your anxiety-ridden stare over Peter’s shoulder, chewing on the inside of his cheek; brow furrowed as he blew out a heavy breath through his nostrils.

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I didn’t realise we’d be having a guest for dinner.” Bucky stepped forward then, forcing a smile and shaking Peter’s hand firmly with one hand, and planting the other firmly on his shoulder. “Would’ve come home earlier, but then nobody tells me anything in this house.”

The intent to agitate Bucky was clearly paying off, but you never anticipated the way it would make you feel — stomach churning and headache inducing.

With Peter in the room and your Mother hovering in the next room, you knew you were safe. Yet the thought of what he might do later that night after your Mother had passed out from necking too much Chardonnay had your tummy fluttering.

“C’mon, Pete.” Bucky threw a smirk in your direction, throwing an arm around Peter’s shoulder and guiding him towards the kitchen. “Let’s go get a beer and leave the ladies to it, huh?”

Your mouth hung open in astonishment and your feet planted to the floor, all you could do was watch as your lover took your boyfriend aside for what you could only assume would be a desperately uncomfortable conversation.

As you helped your Mother to prepare dinner, absentmindedly chopping tomatoes for the salad, you kept one eye on Bucky who was already sitting at the dining table across from a flustered Peter — and mentally kicked yourself for putting yourself in such a stressful situation.

You tried not to look at him as you walked over to the table, salad bowl heavy in your trembling hands.

Walking around the back of his chair, you did your best to flash Peter a reassuring smile, his eyes flitting from yours to Bucky’s while he tried to keep his attention on the conversation.

As you leant over to put the salad bowl on the table, a discreet, firm squeeze to your ass made you jump; his fingers digging into your flesh in not so subtle warning.

“Oh!”

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, shooting a concerned look in your direction.

Breathing a short sigh of relief when his hand withdrew, you straightened yourself out and walked around to your Boyfriends seat; blood hot with frustration at the way Bucky had put his hands on you in such a fragile situation.

Suddenly, you simply didn’t give a fuck.

How dare he try to lay a claim on you after everything you’d had to deal with; having to watch every day while he played at happy marriages with your mother.

“I’m fine, Babe.” You leant down then, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek and shooting Bucky a warning stare. “I’m gonna go wash up for dinner, okay? Be right back.”

Your anxiety was slowly morphing into vitriol, your hips swaying as you marched past your Stepfather’s unamused gaze.

Fuck him.

You washed your hands in the bathroom, gearing yourself up for what was sure to be a very awkward dinner — checking your makeup in the mirror, and fixing your hair.

He’d riled you up, and now you had a point to prove. And you had every intention of doing so, one way or another.

Making your way out of the bathroom, you straightened out your pleated skirt - the one you knew drove Bucky crazy - walking down the hallway with a confidence that you’d seemingly plucked out of nowhere.

“What the-”

One strong arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling your back tight against a broad chest -- and you needed no clue as to whom it belonged to.

He yanked you through the door to the garage, shoving you forwards a little as the door clicked shut and the lock twisted.

Everything inside you told you to give him a piece of your mind, spinning on your heel, your cheeks hot with disbelief.

But as he stepped towards you, his eyes trained on your shaking form, you felt warmth flood your groin and you were putty once again. You hated how easily he reduced you to a desperate mess of a girl. Truly, you did.

The fact remained, your Boyfriend was the other side of the wall and your Mother was floating around the house fussing like a woman possessed.

“How dare—”

Bucky’s hand gripped your throat in warning, wedding ring digging against the supple flesh of your neck - the fire in his beautiful eyes causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

Shoved up against the passenger side of Peter’s car, you lifted your chin in defiance, a slight smirk gracing your glossy lips as you soaked in his fury.

“You tryna piss Daddy off, Princess? ‘Cause you’re doin’ a real good job.”

Your fingers dragged up your bare thighs, lifting your skirt up higher, his thigh pressed firmly against your lace covered cunt.

“What’sa matter, Daddy? You jealous?” The low growl that emitted from his throat made you shudder, his breath warming your face as he tilted your chin up roughly with his fingers. “You not enjoying getting a taste of your own medicine, Daddy? Is that it?”

“You fuck that kid? Huh?” The hand around your throat squeezed, thumb pushing against your pulse point, his lips inches from yours. “You better answer me or I swear to fuckin’ God, girl...”

One hand palming at the throbbing erection in his trousers, the other gripping his own as it shook against your throat, you smiled. And he looked like he wanted to fucking murder you.

“So what if I did? Seems fair to me. At least you don’t have to listen to me screaming his name. And Daddy, he makes me scream.”

You ignored the fear bubbling in your chest, your bratty mouth unable to stop itself from running merry hell.

“He’s so big, Daddy. Stretches me out so good.” Bucky pulled you towards him then, teeth clenched and jaw ticking, on the edge of losing every bit of control. And you just couldn’t help yourself. “You should see it.”

The dark chuckle that fell from his lips held no humor, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek and his head cocked to the side.

“Is that what this is, Princess? Fuck, that jealousy’s just eatin’ you up, huh? Poor baby…”

Your confidence waned for a moment, whimpering pathetically as his thumb traced your trembling jaw. You couldn’t stop yourself, hips winding down against his thick thigh, a twinkle in his eye as he watched you with a faux pout etched on his lips.

“If you weren’t so fuckin’ cute, it’d be pathetic. Lookit you; grindin’ down on Daddy’s leg like a bitch in heat. What would Peter say, hmm?”

Shame swam deep in your gut, but it was nothing compared to the warmth spreading between your legs, the damp patch on your panties staining the material of his suit pants.

“Daddy—”

His fingers nestled between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as they slid down your throat - gag reflex kicking in when the tips of his fingers found your tonsils.

“Suck.”

You did as he asked, eyes boring into his as he thrust his fingers back and forth between your lips, garbled moans vibrating in your throat, spit coating the platinum band on his ring finger.

“Why do I always gotta remind you who you belong to, huh?” You couldn’t answer, mouth stuffed full, tears pooling in your eyes, and spittle dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You think I was just gonna make nice with your little boyfriend in there? Bet he doesn’t know what a dirty little cockslut you really are does he?”

A sharp tap to your cheek, spit slick against your skin, had you quivering. Yet your hands found the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly and yanking him down towards you. Your lips crashed against his then, a satisfied grunt vibrating against your mouth, one hand gripping your ass while the other dove between your legs.

Bucky held you tight against his chest, fingers dipping beneath the gusset of your panties and swiping through your sloppy folds as he walked you clumsily round to the hood of Peter’s car - lifting you effortlessly and setting you down, cool metal causing you to shudder from the chill.

You watched as he yanked your panties down your legs, your heart pounding at the thought of your Mother and your Boyfriend next door, waiting for you to return.

“I can’t trust you to be a good girl, can I? Can’t trust you to keep those fuckin’ legs shut.”

“Daddy, I-”

“You’re gonna shut your fuckin’ mouth and take it, you got that Princess?”

Before you could open your mouth to answer, he’d balled your damp panties in his fist and forced them between your lips — teeth clenching down onto the salty-sweet lace.

It was humiliating, degrading; but when was it not? You craved it, the way he treated you. That feeling of being owned, completely surrendering yourself to another person. He made you need that.

“Look at that, always so wet for Daddy.”

His palms splayed out against the flesh of your thighs, he pushed them apart, spreading you open and putting you on display just for him.

Your heart was racing, the thrill of being caught at any moment thumping adrenaline through your veins. He could sense it, lips twitching into a satisfied smirk as he watched your eyes flit frantically back and forth between him and the door.

“D’you have any idea how much I wanna drag you back in there and fuck you on that table. Make them both watch, show them that you’re mine?”

Your moans muffled by the material stuffed between your teeth, two thick fingers stretching out your cunt as he unbuckled his pants — you shook your head.

You knew you had an effect on him, you knew he couldn’t stop himself from touching you, from creeping into your room late at night. But the way he looked at you now, the burning intensity in his eyes; it shook you to your core.

“If I had the time Princess, I’d eat that slutty little pussy right here. Make you gush all over Petey Boy’s car. He make you come as hard as Daddy does?”

Frantically, you shook your head from side to side. Peter had never even so much as grabbed your ass, but you’d riled Bucky up to the point of insanity. A man on a mission to prove just who you belonged to.

“No? You've sure changed your tune.”

You watched as he pumped his thick cock in his palm, the tip of him nudging against your clit, your pussy twitching.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck the attitude right outta you, so stay quiet and keep those legs open for me.”

Your arms hooked beneath your knees, thighs spread wide, you barely had time to brace yourself before his cock split you open inch by inch.

You’d expected him to rut into you with excruciating force, to take you roughly. So when he thrust into you with slow, patient strokes; you could do nothing to hide the curiosity on your face.

“I know you know who fucks you the best. You just love riling Daddy up, don’t you? Get so - fuck - goddamn jealous of Mommy.”

Your head lulled back as his dick dragged against the throbbing walls of your cunt, his thumb finding your clit while he caressed your breasts with his free hand.

It was too much, too much tenderness, too good.

You hated yourself for wanting it. The new sensation of his knuckles softly grazing the hollow of your throat as he undulated his hips against your pelvis, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed.

“You know what you do to me, Baby? Look at me.”

Baby.

Bucky leant forward then, elbows either side of your head on the hood, balls deep inside you as he ground his hips into yours at a torturously slow pace.

“I got you all spread open wide for me, and my fuckin’ wife is right next door. She could walk in here right now and fuck, I still wouldn’t stop. You know how fucked up that is?”

It was nonsense, the broken words falling from your panty stuffed mouth, heat rising in your belly when he pulled out completely and slid on home once again.

He fit you perfectly; there was no doubt about it. The way your cunt wrapped around his dick, it was fucking sinful how perfect it felt. Sparks of pleasure shooting through your core as he rubbed tiny, delicate circles over your swollen clit.

“Tell me how much you want me.” Bucky ripped the panties from your mouth, shoving them in his pocket as you licked your dried out lips. “Need’ta hear you say it. Come on, Princess.”

You’d never seen it before, the needy side of him, the way he practically whimpered when your pussy clenched around his girth, his hand gently squeezing your thigh while the other tentatively worked your sensitive nub.

You tried to speak, tried to find the words he so desperately needed to hear — mouth hanging open in sheer confusion.

“You’re not coming until you tell me, and we’ve been gone a while…”

He halted inside you, only the tip of him nestled between your pussy lips, thumb hovering over your clit and a soft, yet entirely serious look gracing his gorgeous face.

“I—I want you, Daddy.” You yielded, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling the yelp as he slammed back into you in one brutal motion — slowly withdrawing and circling your clit with the tip of his dick.

“Again.”

“I want you, Daddy.” Insistent this time, no tremble in your voice, hips winding down towards his length, eager to have him back where he belonged. “Only want you, Daddy.”

There was no hint of a lie in your tone, and as he fucked you - possessive and hungry - you wondered how any other man could ever match him.

Sprawled out on the hood of Peter’s car, legs hooked over Bucky’s shoulders, you begged and panted; nearing closer and closer to sweet release.

“You do, don’t you? You belong to me, Princess. Daddy’s all the man - shit - you need.”

Garbled words choked in your throat, the breath punched from your lungs when he pinched your clit roughly with his fingertips, stars dancing behind your eyelids as pleasure twisted in your abdomen, limbs shaking and numb.

Pathetic whispers of daddy, daddy, daddy had him slamming into you, unforgiving and merciless while he chased his own orgasm.

“Fuck lookit you, fallin’ apart on poor Parker’s car, cunt full’a Daddy. Wanna fill you up so bad Princess, but I’ve got a better idea.”

You felt the hollow emptiness of his withdrawal, hazy eyes flickering open to catch sight of him; teeth bared, fist furiously pumping his cock, white, hot spurts of come smattering against the already sopping flesh of your swollen, fucked-out pussy lips.

“Bucky! Darling, where are you?”

You panicked, hopping down off the hood and scrambling to push your skirt back down your aching thighs.

“Fuck, gimme my underwear.” You hissed, holding out your hand as you bounced on your heels.

“Nuh uh, Princess. You’re gonna sit there all night next to Peter, who seems like a real nice kid by the way, with my come all over you. Be real hard to forget who’s little cockwhore you are then, won’t it?”

You watched, dumb struck as he casually tucked himself back into his pants, swiping the wine bottle from the counter and making his way to the door.

“Hurry now, we’ve kept our guest waiting long enough don’t you think?”

With a wink and a sardonic smirk, Bucky disappeared through the door, your Mom’s soft laughter ringing in your ears through the wood.

Dinner was surprisingly a lot less awkward than you expected, aside from the jabs from Bucky thrown in your direction every now and again. But you’d much rather he targeted you than Peter.

Sitting with Bucky’s come smothered between your thighs made the guilt in your gut throb every time Peter’s soft fingers found the bare flesh of your knee beneath the table.

No matter how much water you chugged, your mouth was dry throughout, your instincts driving you to get through the meal without choking and needing to excuse yourself.

As the evening drew to a close, your Mother tipsy and insisting that Peter come back to visit again the following week, you couldn’t wait to get him out of there and wipe away the mess from between your legs.

“Parker, you ever play golf?” Bucky asked as Peter pulled on his jacket.

You couldn’t believe the audacity of him, shame and fury eating at you as he played the perfect, welcoming parent.

“Uh, a little from time to time.” He answered, looking down at you with a proud smile as he sensed an invitation coming. It killed you, the sweetness on his features. You didn’t deserve an ounce of it.

“I’ll get your address from our girl, huh? Pick you up Saturday, say, just after lunch?”

Our girl.

It made you cringe, chewing on your bottom lip as you took hold of Peter’s hand and led him to the garage where you’d been full of your Stepdad’s cock just an hour earlier.

“Yes, that’d be great Mr Barnes. Thank you!”

“Please, call me Bucky.”

You couldn’t stand it any longer, making your way to the garage while Peter trailed behind you saying his goodbye’s.

He kissed you softly, and it made you want to weep—the way his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs stroking against the corners of your mouth. When he pulled away, the look of adoration on his face had your heart skipping a beat.

This was what you needed.

This relationship was healthy. Safe. Right.

So why did it feel so wrong?

What you had with Bucky could never go anywhere, would never progress to more than secretive fucks and risky situations.

“Your Stepdad seems like a decent guy, but he’s really hard on you huh?”

“You have no idea.”

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reidsnose · 3 years

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happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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elliesfern · 2 years

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bird cage - chapter ten

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not she will let you live.

pairing - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - kidnapping, violence, weapons, guns, blood, injury, burns, aggressive language, animal death, mention of hanging, alcohol, drinking, nsfw. 18+

a/n - i’ve gotta say guys, i think this may just be my favourite chapter so far. thanks for reading! x

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38383471/chapters/99283164

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Your feet swung in an impatient back and forth motion, dangling off of the edge of the bed as you waited for Ellie’s return.

You couldn’t help but go over the conversation you had heard between Cat and Ellie over and over in your mind, hoping that maybe if you thought about it harder you could come to some kind of conclusion about how much you didn’t care and then it would go away. But that wouldn’t happen. Because you did care.

Ellie’s love life should’ve been the very last thing on your priority list. You were in danger, you didn’t know if the people of Ellie’s home would listen to you, if they would kick you out, seperate you from her. If they’d torture you until you told them what they needed to hear. If you’d be hurt all over again, if you’d end up back at home. Your old home. You didn’t have a home anymore and that made your heart twinge a little.

You didn’t have room to care about what Ellie did, about how Ellie felt. It wasn’t your place. Your focus needed to be on yourself and how to survive, just how it was a mere week ago. Though you couldn’t help but remember her journal, and the precious way she wrote about you and did doodles of you. Didn’t she say she liked you? What did that even mean?

The front door opened to reveal an Ellie, struggling to balance two paper plates on one arm while using the other hand to twist the knob.

“Here ya go, ma lady.” Ellie handed you one of the plates and you couldn’t help the smile that involuntarily grew on your lips. The plate was filled with some kind of red meat, roast potatoes and green beans. Your stomach grumbled at the sight and you realised just how hungry you had felt, as if every day you had barely eaten in the last few months had built up to this one moment.

“It’s deer.” She said, and you dug in, feeling an accumulation of tastebuds dancing on your tongue. You hummed in delight, the heat from the potato creating a warm steam in amongst your throat.

“It’s so fucking good.” You said, Ellie’s eyebrows raising and body moving back from her position on the bed beside you.

“Sorry? Did you just swear?” She questioned, giggling as she made fun of your innocent nature. You just rolled your eyes and took another mouthful.

“I had to tell them I needed another plate because I was extra starving from my ‘big adventure’.” Ellie joked, holding her fingers up in air quotes.

“I think everyone was so worried about me that they’re kind of just letting me get away with whatever.”

“Must be nice.” You replied, thinking about the people back in your village who probably hadn’t even noticed you’d been gone. Ellie’s face dropped and she appeared to be deep in thought and you slightly regretted making the snide comment.

“I’m really sorry about Cat.” She said, her green eyes and freckly face looking directly at yours.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking at her softly, but feeling your spine tense slightly at the mention of the girl’s name.

“I just feel like I have to apologise for her. I don’t know how much you heard…she’s just uh, a lot sometimes.” Ellie scrunched up her nose as the words left her mouth.

“And I mean, like, i’m sorry for forcing you into the bathroom. I know you don’t want to keep hiding and stuff. You shouldn’t have to.” Ellie’s voice was soft and genuine and had a slight rasp to it with the low volume. You nodded and gave her a small smile, meeting her eyes with yours.

“Did you really miss her?” You asked, and you wondered if saying that was crossing a line, or if you really even wanted to know.

“I did…but I also didn’t. We have a really complicated relationship.” The food in your mouth suddenly felt heavy and you could feel every inch of it slowly sliding down your throat.

“Why is it complicated?” You cringed slightly at how little you actually wanted to know anything about their relationship but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“She was my first girlfriend…so I guess i’ll always care about her. But we grew apart. I just don’t love her how I used to.” She said, and looked at you as if every part of her brain was open on display in front of you and you knew that terrified her. You thought it was maybe the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Even more beautiful than flowers and plants and butterflies and anything that grew from the ground of this earth. It was Ellie. Ellie was the most beautiful thing.

But that terrified you too. Being with Ellie - loving Ellie, it wasn’t possible. You were from completely different worlds. How did you expect to spend your days with her? Locked up, hidden forever? Maybe that would be okay. Maybe staying protected by Ellie for the rest of your life would be completely and utterly fine, because it was her.

“Are you okay?” Ellie questioned, and you realised you had been sitting in silence for god knows how long. You noticed the way your heartbeat had picked up in your chest and how your hands felt clammy when you rubbed them together.

“Can I shower?“ You said abruptly before your brain could even catch up to what had spilled out of your mouth.

“Of course.” Ellie said, her brows furrowing in concern and her hand raising to rest on your shoulder, which in turn made you panic more. You stood, placing your empty plate on the girl’s desk as she followed your lead, going to her dresser to pick out another one of her shirts for you to wear.

“I wont be too long, I get cold.”

“What?” The woman chuckled in confusion. “You can have a hot shower?”

“Oh.” You said, turning around once she had thrown you the shirt and heading to the bathroom with a face full of embarrassment.

You pulled out the shower handle, turning it slightly and stripping out of the clothes you had on. Holding your hand under the stream of water, you felt the change in temperature as it got warmer. The heat reminded you of falling asleep next to a lit fire, embers burning and making your cheeks turn pink. You stepped into the tub, allowing the warm water to flow over the crown of your head and drip down your shoulders.

An upbeat rhythm took you out of your thoughts, hearing what you assumed was Ellie blasting a song out of some kind of machine. You sighed, feeling overwhelmed at the thought of the girl just being on the other side of the wall. It was as if she didn’t feel real. Like your current life, being hidden away, standing in hot showers, Ellie, just didn’t feel like it would have ever been in your realm of possibilities. You had hope. A lot of hope that things would be okay, but you couldn’t help but constantly feel like you were in fight or flight.

Ellie made you feel both safe and in complete danger at once. You had this gut feeling like the girl would do anything to keep you protected - and maybe that was a bizarre or naive thought considering how you met. But you felt as though the way everything had played out had meant you could trust her. Because she could’ve killed you. But she didn’t. She hasn’t.

She was wildfire burning through a forrest. Or a tsunami crashing onto your shore. You often wanted to run away, but found yourself frozen, watching the beautiful disaster that the girl was completely unfold in front of you.

You heard the song change from the other room, and decided you had to check out what the other girl was up to. You hoped out of the bathtub and once you were dry, threw the t-shirt and your underwear on, your still-wet hair dripping down your back.

As you opened the bathroom door, you noticed the main lights had been turned off and a faint glow was illuminating the room from the fairy lights that were draped across the wall in front of you. The music was more clear then and Ellie had changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts, and was wandering around the room swaying her hips.

“Oh, hey.” Ellie said with the biggest grin on her face. At once every ounce of unease you felt escaped you, leaving you with only a fluttery feeling at the sight of the girl ‘dancing’ before you. You never imagined that the Ellie you had first met less than a week ago would ever be in front of you like that.

“You wanna dance with me, princess?” She said, spinning her body around the room, and you wondered what had come over her. You laughed and shook your head, grabbing onto your own shirt in a clenched first as you suddenly felt like a spotlight had been placed right on you.

“I don’t know how.”

“I can show you.” Ellie came over to you, offering one of her hands out and you reluctantly took it, letting her lead you around the room, swaying your connected arms back and forth in a slightly awkward manner as if she didn’t really know what she was doing either.

“Joel found this CD for me years ago. It’s filled with like, random old love songs. I love listening to it when i’m not feeling great.” The brunette said, continuing to sway beside you to a song you weren’t really listening to because the whole situation was too overwhelming. Ellie took you by surprise when her grip on your hand tightened and she reached her arm up, causing you to twirl around on the spot beneath her arm. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, and as the song came to a finish the two of you stood in anticipation about what the next song would be. You had never quite heard music like that, and didn’t at all understand how on earth it was coming out of a small oval shaped contraption that connected to the wall.

The pretty picking of a guitar was heard, this time the song being a little slower than the last and you looked at Ellie who still had ahold of your hand.

“I love this one. Come here.” Ellie instructed, using her hand to pull you closer to her until you could’ve counted every freckle that covered her cheeks if you wanted to. She guided both your hands up onto her shoulders, and you clasped them together, just grazing along the back of her neck. She placed her own hands on your waist, causing what felt like your heart to completely give in on itself. Your breath became shallow and you felt helpless to Ellie’s touch and gaze, and like every part of you wanted to run away but you were trapped right in that one spot, swaying so delicately back and forth. You listened to the song that was humming so effortlessly in the background.

‘Spinning on that dizzy edge

I kissed his face and kissed his head

And dreamed of all the different ways I had

To make him glow

Why are you so far away, he said

Why won't you ever know that

I'm in love with you

That I'm in love with you’

You and Ellie shared a grin, her eyes twinkling from the reflection of the lights.

“I’ve never done this before.” You said.

“How do you feel about it?” Ellie asked, her voice low and raspy once again and you couldn’t resist the magnetic pull it caused within you.

“I really like it.” Your voice almost a whisper then, as if it was the most important thing to keep the moment only between the two of you.

‘You

Soft and only

You

Lost and lonely

You

Strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream

You're just like a dream’

You watched as Ellie’s gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment and your head spun, before your own eyes mimicked hers. Her pink lips twitched slightly and her tongue poked out for a moment to moisten the dry skin. Ellie’s green eyes looked into yours, practically begging for permission to close the gap between the two of you and your deep breaths came to a halt as one of the girl’s hands was removed from your waist, coming up to meet a strand of hair that was dangling across your face and tucking it behind your ear. Her soft palm rested on your cheek as Ellie began to lean forward and you felt the tip of her cold nose brush by your own and her warm breath tickle your lips.

A loud thud removed you from the situation, right before your lips had the chance to crash into Ellie’s, and as you spun around, you came face to face with a girl who had dark hair and was covered in tattoos, standing in the doorway.

“Who’s that?” She spoke, pointing to you and stepping into the room without permission. Her eyes locked onto yours and you suddenly felt naked as she scanned your face and stopped where the scars on your cheeks laid.

“Oh my god, that’s a scar.” Her voiced raised and Ellie was quick to put distance between you and the girl by standing directly in front of you.

“You’re fucking a scar!?”

“Cat, calm down.” Ellie desperately tried and alarm bells went off in your head at the name.

“She’s a fucking scar, Ellie! Her people killed us.” Cat was loud that time, loud enough for anyone in close proximity to hear and you knew it was completely intentional. You suddenly felt like maybe hiding in Ellie’s bathroom all day wasn’t so bad after all and wished more than anything to be able to go back to that.

As expected, a man came running into the room and had a gun in hand, pointed at you.

“Joel, put the gun down. Everything’s fine.” Ellie held her arm out in front of her as a blockade, and her other arm was slinked behind her and reaching out to you.

“Why have you got a scar in your room?” Joel questioned, refusing to lower the gun and you got the impression he wouldn’t stop at anything to protect her.

“I can explain everything. I just need you to be quiet so Maria and Tommy don’t show up.” Ellie pleaded, but almost ironically in that moment, an older blonde woman appeared from behind Joel and Ellie let out a deep defeated sigh.

“Come with me. We’re gonna put you in a holding room and then figure out what to do with you from there.” Maria said, and you nodded, knowing there was nothing you could do to change your fate.

“Put some pants on.” She said, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly slid on some jeans Ellie threw you. A guard came over to you and everybody watched as your wrists were tied together in a similar fashion to how Ellie had done it. You lifted your gaze to see the girl you were just about to kiss had guilt smeared all over her face.

“I’m so sorry.” She mouthed, and her eyes looked as if they were on the verge of welling up with tears. You gave her a half smile, not wanting Ellie to worry or take the blame. It was your choice to be there, your choice to follow her home in the end. You didn’t want to regret it, even then, you hoped that maybe this would simply be a final hurdle to get over and then everything could be normal. But maybe that wasn’t realistic. Maybe you wouldn’t ever get that happy ending you wanted. Maybe you were simply put on this earth to give answers, to help some people who didn’t even like you, and then that would be it. You weren’t sure what awaited you, but you sure weren’t looking forward to it.

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Meet the parents

A/N : I got quite a few requests on this particular concept so I combined all your ideas into one. The twins are 22 here. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : Tom meets his daughter's boyfriend who happens to be from the rival family.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : little bit suggestive

Match made in Hell (series)

It was dinner time, all of you were seated at the table relishing the very delicious roasted spiced duck with plum prepared by your cook.

“So how’s the construction work going on at the Watford site?” Tom asked in between.

“It’s coming along just fine dad, don’t you worry. Given two more months, the new building will be available to be rented out to interested buyers.” Nathan answered and took a sip of his wine.

“Hmmm that’s good to hear. That plot cost a fortune since the Italians were after it too. And now those bastards are demanding more money for the property lease at Croydon” Tom said with an irritated grunt.

“Maybe tell your old boyfriend to cut us some slack.” Nathan teased Nailah, nudging her with his elbow. Tom’s hands froze in the middle of cutting the duck meat on his plate just by hearing the word 'boyfriend'.

“Shut up” she shoved an elbow into his stomach, hissing. “And he’s not old.”

“He’s four years older than you.” Nathan pointed out laughing and rubbing the side of his stomach.

“That’s not old!” she snapped and continued to argue with him.

Tom exchanged questioning glances with you. In return you gave him a light shrug because you yourself had no idea Nailah was dating someone again. Given the last few times of Tom scaring the poor boys away you don't expect her to share this piece of information either.

Tom gestured at your daughter’s direction being the overprotective father he was urging you to ask her and you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes.

“Boyfriend?” You interrupted their ongoing bickering. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone, Leah.”

Nailah’s eyes darted between you and Tom. “Uhhh…well…you know, it’s nothing serious.” she shrugged hesitantly trying to think of ways to avoid the whole conversation.

“They went out on a couple of dates already.” Nathan piped in.

“He is a really nice guy.” she quickly added, shooting a death glare at Nathan’s way.

“Does he have a name?” you asked softly.

Here comes the hard part Nailah thought because how do you tell your mobster dad you are dating the son of his rival. Nevertheless she swallowed the lump in her throat and said, “Liam Romano.”

“The Romanos?!” Tom nearly yelled, his eyes wide in shock. “Leah, what were you thinking? Did you forget that our families have been in a lifelong feud with each other?”

“It was decades ago, daddy. And I like Liam.” Nailah argued but it fell on deaf ears as Tom was already seething in rage.

“I’m going to gauge his eyes out. How dare he?!”

“Mum…” Nailah looked at you for help with pleading eyes.

“Tom, don't get so worked up already before even meeting the guy.” you said gently placing your hand over his to calm him down.

“I don’t have to meet him to know his twisted intentions.” he muttered and turned to Nailah with a stern gaze as he ordered. “You’re never to see him again.”

“But daddy you and grandpa Vic were rivals too at first! This is not fair!” Nailah bellowed in anger, standing up from her seat to walk out of the room.

“Mija, wait!” You called out but she didn't listen and ran up to her room slamming the door shut.

“Tom…?” you sighed defeatedly.

“No, Y/N. This is just one of their schemes to get back at us. And I'm not letting them hurt my daughter.” he lifted his napkin to wipe his mouth and then strode out of the room.

Everybody had lost their appetite after that as Nathan silently went back to his room too. You asked Leslie to clear out the table and made your way to Nailah's room. You knocked on the door softly.

“Come in.” you heard her voice and the moment you stepped inside her room she jumped out of her bed and began pouring out her anger, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Dad is being unreasonable again!”

You scoffed with a smile. “Oh trust me, I know. Your father can be a stubborn bull when he has made up his mind on something.

“He does this every time. Also I think he has managed to scare each and every guy in London that no one would even dare look at me.” she ranted.

“I know sweetheart.” You pulled her in your embrace as she nuzzled her face into your chest. “He is just worried because he loves you the most. You know that right?” you said caressing the back of her head.

“But I really like him, mum.” She mumbled and your mother's heart couldn't bear to see your girl's misery.

“Ok then call him.” you said and Nailah pulled back with a confused frown on her face.

“Who?”

“Liam, of course.”

“Why?”

“I need to invite him for dinner tomorrow.” You explained. “C'mon now, call him and put it on speaker.”

Wordlessly Nailah pulled out her phone and dialed his number. The line trilled for a few seconds and then was replaced by a smooth masculine voice.

“Hey baby doll, missing daddy?”

Your brows rose, partly amused and partly shocked. You took a moment before answering coolly, “I don't think she is 'cause her daddy is very much at home.”

For ten seconds it was dead silence followed by a few loud coughs. Beside you standing was Nailah, trying hard to avoid your gaze, her face red in embarrassment. The corners of your mouth twitched as you fought a smile.

“I'm sorry, who's this?” Liam finally spoke, clearing his throat.

“Y/N Holland, Nailah's mother.”

“Oh hello Mrs. Holland,” he said. “I apologize for earlier it was completely a joke, I-I thought it was Nailah.”

“It's alright I understand and please call me Y/N.” you said sweetly.

“So any particular reason you called? Is Nailah ok?” his tone turned worrisome instantly.

“Oh yes, yes she is fine. I called to invite you for dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. We heard that you're seeing our daughter and my husband, I mean Nailah's father, is quite eager to meet you.”

“Oh I see.” His tone was a bit uncertain.

“So is tomorrow good for you?” you asked.

“Yes. Tomorrow will be fine.” he confirmed.

“Great! We'll be expecting you by seven then.”

“Sure.” He said and you ended the call and turned to Nailah who was just wishing the floor to swallow her whole but it was you, her mother whom she used to share everything with since she was a kid, so it's kind of useless to act coy in front of you.

“Please don't say anything.” she groaned covering her face with her palms.

“I wasn't even going to mija.” you said with a teasing smirk.

“But what about dad? He would never agree to this.” she asked warily.

“Don’t worry, I’ve my own ways to persuade him.” you said smirking suggestively and when Nailah realized her face scrunched as she shook her head smiling.

“Tmi mum, tmi.”

“What?” You chuckled. “I’m just being the cool mom, okay.”

“You are the best mum actually.” She slipped her hands around in a hug.

“Now, now you're going to make me cry as well.” You kissed the top of her forehead lovingly. “I'd do anything to see my babies happy.”

***

After promising Nailah that you'll handle everything you had pestered Tom all night to meet Liam for once which he had half heartedly agreed to. Next day there was a gathering of your brother-in-laws in your living room. You figured he'd called his brothers so that they could jointly intimidate the guy into backing off and no way you are going to allow that.

“What are you lot doing in my house?” you arched a stern brow planting your hands on your hips.

“This is my brother's house as well.” Harry retorted.

“That doesn't answer my question.”

“Well it has been a while since we saw you guys so thought why not spend some time with my dearest nephew and niece.” he said.

“Oh I see, so you mean to say that this sudden gathering of the Holland brothers has nothing to do with Liam Romano joining us for dinner tonight?” you said seeing right through their bullshit.

“What? You're having dinner with that Italian chap?” he said in mock surprise before turning to Tom. “Brother, you didn't tell us anything about that.” Surprisingly Tom didn't say a word as he continued to sip on his tea.

“You think you guys are really smart huh? I'm stating it quite firmly that I won't accept any kind of hostility towards him tonight.” You said sharply. “For all I know my girl really likes this boy so you guys need to leave.”

“Y/N, how can you say this?” Sam interjected. “You have no idea about all the bloodshed that has gone down between our families.”

“Yeah your great grandfather killed theirs so what? It was decades ago. How long are you going to stretch this out?” you remarked. “I think this is the perfect opportunity to end this long lasting fight between the families. If Nailah marries Liam the Italians will have no choice but to be our allies.”

“Y/N might be right in this matter, Tom.” Harrison said after giving some thought to your words.

“I’m always right.” you huffed.

“Ok let's see how it goes.” Tom exhaled deeply, setting his cup down on the coffee table.

***

It was around seven when Liam pulled his car in the driveway. He stepped out of the car and glanced up admiring the huge mansion when he noticed a tall, lean figure walking down the front door steps. Quickly realizing it was Nailah's twin brother Nathan he called out.

“Hey Nate, where are you off to man?”

“The atmosphere inside the house is quite grim and I don't want any part of it so I'm out mate but you’re so in for it tonight.” he chuckled.

“I heard it was you who blabbed.” Liam narrowed his gaze at him.

“You’re welcome I guess? See you later.” Nathan grinned and strode off to his car. Liam made his way up the stairs and pressed the buzzer. The door opened with Tom, standing all tall and proud in his Armani suit. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, a dark look residing on his face. But Liam wasn't the one to be intimated so easily after all he was a mafioso himself as the two men stared at each other coldly.

“Welcome Liam!" You beamed, interrupting their impromptu staring match.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Holland.” he said politely and handed you a bottle of wine. “It's the best from our wineries aged to perfection.”

“That's so nice of you isn't it hon?” you turned to Tom with a narrowed gaze reminding him to behave properly.

“Indeed.” Tom muttered.

“Come in.” You ushered him to the living room as Tom and Liam sat across each other. Nailah descended down the stairs in a pretty burgundy dress and you noticed Liam's eyes go alight. She gave him a little wave and he smiled warmly in return before turning his attention to Tom. Tom silently poured himself a glass of whiskey and brought it to his lips eyeing him through the rim of the glass. You felt it was best to leave them alone so they can talk.

“I'll go and see if the dinner is ready or not. Leah, come with me.” You announced and left the room grabbing Nailah with you.

As soon as you were out of the room Liam straightened himself with a serious look on his face and looked Tom directly in the eyes.

“I know you're dying to rip my head off so just let it out already whatever you intend to say.”

Tom scoffed, nursing his drink. “You should actually thank my wife for the immense restraint I'm displaying at the moment.”

“I see you're quite afraid of her.” Liam remarked his lips tugged into a smirk.

“Love.” Tom corrected him. “It's because I love her and respect her wishes even though sometimes I don't agree with them… and I love my daughter the same way, maybe a little more so whatever game you're trying to play with her… stop it or you will end up at the bottom of the Thames.”

“I assure you there's no game in here sir,” he said. “I'm in love with your daughter and that's the truth. Even though she was a tough nut to crack. Nobody has rejected me as many times as she has.” Liam smiled at the memories of him trying to woo her and she rejecting him every time. A smug grin formed on Tom's lips as well, feeling proud of his daughter. Liam continued “I know things are a bit tense between our families for a long time but there is no malice in my intentions. We would like to keep good relations with you.”

Tom’s brows drew into a frown. “Do you speak for yourself or on behalf of your whole family?”

“I'm going to take over the position of the Don from my father soon so I speak on behalf of my family as well.” he told him. “Sir, Nailah is the most beautiful and kind hearted person I've ever known with the streak of wilderness she has which surprises me at times and I love that about her. I will always treat her with nothing but respect and love.”

Tom was partly impressed hearing him talk so sincerely. “Well you Italians are all about your honor so I believe you. But I'll be watching boy… and if you ever break my girl’s heart you'll be as good as dead.” Tom threatened him as he poured some more whiskey in two glasses.

“Most certainly, sir.” Liam gave a curt nod.

“Here.” Tom slid him a glass and he accepted it.

Meanwhile you were setting the dinner table with the help of Nailah.

“Mum, was it wise to leave them alone together? Daddy positively looked homicidal.” she looked at you warily as she handed you the clean burgundy wine glasses.

“Don't worry sweetie. He promised me that he is not going to do anything tonight”

“It's all Nate's fault.” she grumbled. “One day I'm going to kill that prat.”

“Some or the other day you had to tell us anyway or were you planning to elope?” you gave her a questioning glance.

“No way! I wouldn't marry if daddy doesn’t walk me down the aisle.”

“Oh so you want to marry him, huh?” you said with a knowing grin.

“I-I mean not now but someday.” She stuttered blushing.

“Ah, at least one of my children has thoughts of settling down. I've half my hopes for your brother. Also I wonder where he went.” you frowned.

“Where else does he have to go anyways?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Either it’s the bar or at Anna’s. Anna really has some patience to tolerate him. I would've kicked him out a long time ago.”

“At least Anna has always been a good influence on him.” you said thoughtfully but then quickly shrugged yourself off. “Let's go and check on them. It's been quiet for some time now.”

You reentered the living room to find the atmosphere quite lighter than it was before. Tom and Liam were engaged in a hearty conversation of golf and football over a glass of whiskey. Nailah let out a sigh of relief seeing them at ease.

After dinner you and Tom stood near the french doors of the patio watching Nailah show Liam the lawn of your house. He said something to her in return and she laughed out loud. You saw glimpses of you and Tom in them. It brought a smile on your face knowing your daughter has found the love of her life.

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