#listen you can’t just marry ONE of the twins and not expect the other one to come with the deal

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Man, you know what hit me while watching For the Future, and I didn’t say anything about it at the time but it’s been circulating in my head since then?

Amity saying to Boscha “This is a bit much, even for you!”, in comparison to her father a few episodes back saying “this is too much— even for you.” The similarity in structure, the difference in delivery, you know.

And I keep thinking about the theory that Alador and Odalia were pushed to marry by their parents, and about how Amity was pushed to be friends with Boscha, and imagining a bad future where Luz didn’t show up and they ended up in a similar position.

It’s not going to be that bad, right? Sure, Amity never really *liked* Boscha, but you don’t have to like someone to be their friend, you just have to be around them, do things with them, listen when they talk. Having a wife will be like that, right? She’ll just… do the things she’s supposed to do, and live alongside her. It’ll be fine.

The wedding is just another formal event her parents throw, with the complication of Boscha’s parents being part of it too, and constantly trying to one-up hers. In her final act of rebellion, Amity sends Willow an invitation. She doesn’t come. Amity closes a door.

Odalia lightens up on urging Amity to join the Emperor’s Coven when she realizes that as the only one of their kids who follows in Alador’s footsteps magic-wise, it’d be better for her to train to take over the factory someday. She can’t say she exactly enjoys working under her father, since he only ever talks about work, and not even with the spark of interest in his eyes she remembers him having when she was little. Her mother spends most of her time sniping at her mothers-in-law and asking when grandkids are coming, though, and the twins are gadding about through high society and making fun of her whenever they can, so he’s kind of the family member she’s closest to by default.

Things don’t really go well. Boscha thinks the way their mothers constantly fight is hilarious, and she definitely enjoys the status that comes along with the Blight name, but she definitely doesn’t love the way her new in-laws expect her to wind potions skills into the family business or else just stay out of the way. She wants to win trophies, not be one. She’s also not stupid, and she knows Amity doesn’t love her— knew since long before the wedding, but she hoped that would change over time, and as it continues not to she’s building up an intense resentment. They were meant for each other, why can’t Amity see it? She’s being the queen of Bonesborough society, they’re on top together just like it was in high school only better, but Amity still doesn’t love her, and it’s not fair.

Some years on, they have a daughter. She’s the absolute light of Amity’s life, but by the time she’s toddling Boscha is already starting to take out some of her resentment on her. She pushes her too hard, she makes fun of the way she garbles words. The baby’s  just being a baby, and Amity tries to get Boscha to lighten up, but Boscha says she’s just having fun and being a mom, which Amity isn’t because she’s working all day, and she doesn’t have a comeback for that.  

Amity’s trying to calm Boscha down, taking her to matches when she has a rare night off and they can get a sitter, but it just prickles at her more— she wants to be on the field, not watching; she wants to be on a real date with her wife, not an awkward attempt at appeasement.

It’s all eating away at Amity. She looks into her daughter’s three beautiful gold eyes and she’s terrified her little girl will feel like this, someday.

She’s sleepwalking through her days, she feels like one of her mother’s ghosts. She’s working, because it’s the only thing she really understands anymore. She’s elbow-deep in the beta design for the 3.6, and she nearly jumps out of her skin when her father puts a hand on her shoulder.

He has a bottle of hard apple blood. They go sit on the roof, and they talk.

She can’t say she sees a way through to happiness, but at least she’s not alone. That’s something, isn’t it?

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

While @aifsaath and I are working on getting the next chapter ready, since it's been awhile, have a snippet from chapter 7 of Our Fathers Clad in Red, in which Baela and Rhaena get into an argument that has been brewing since Rhaena arrived:

Baela had known it was coming, ever since Queen Alicent had made a remark at dinner. “There will be other young men,” the dowager queen had said. “When my gooddaughter has birthed an heir, you will be free to marry.”

“I didn’t know,” Baela protested. “Not until I saw you dancing with him at my wedding.”

Rhaena stalked across her room, collecting Morning and cradling the hatchling in her lap. “I’m surprised you noticed anything at all, as busy as you were making moon eyes at  the king.”

Baela scowled. “And what do you mean by that?” 

“It means you put on a big show of sacrificing yourself for peace, for the good of the realm.” Rhaena rolled her eyes. “For Aeg’s sake, you said. But admit it, you couldn’t wait to whore yourself to the usurper! What is it Baela, if you couldn’t be Jace’s queen, you decided you’d take the first man who offered up a crown?”

If it hadn’t been for the dragon in Rhaena’s lap, Baela might have slapped her sister. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You think I married him for power? To be queen?”

“Well it certainly wasn’t for his looks, was it? Lady Arryn says it’s doubtful he can even perform.”

Baela felt her cheeks heat. “Shut up, Rhaena. Don’t speak of him like that.”

Her sister’s eyes widened, and Baela knew she had given herself away. Rhaena was her twin, the one person who knew her better than anyone. “You don’t mean to tell me you care about him?” 

“It’s not like that. He is not— You don’t know him,” Baela stammered. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t force herself to say the words and disavow him. “There are things you don’t know—”

"Then tell me.” Morning climbed from her lap to curl about her shoulders. “How can I know if you won’t tell me? You keep saying there’s more, that there are things I don’t know, but you can’t tell me anything, can you?”

“Some things are not mine to tell.” She shook her head. It was true that she was not at liberty to speak of Jaehaera, but there were things she could say, surely. “Did you know that our stepmother put a bounty on the head of Aegon’s youngest child, and a mob tore him limb from limb? Did you know an angry mob of smallfolk chased Aeg and our stepmother out of the city?”

“Aegon,” Rhaena mocked. “How sweet of you call him by name.”

“We are married! Do you expect me to call him 'the usurper' in the bedroom?” Baela flounced into a chair, her feet sore after the long day spent mostly standing. “And did you even listen to what I said, or were you too busy being outraged that I dare to call my wedded husband by his given name?”

Rhaena frowned. “I’d— I’d heard about the mob. A group of religious fanatics, they killed the dragons, and poor Joffrey—”

“Yes, the shepherd,” Baela said impatiently. “But it wasn’t just the shepherd. It was the city. It rose in revolt against her, in under six months. The policies were dreadful— Rhaena, she wasn’t a good queen!”

“And whose fault was that? If she’d taken the throne unmolested, none of the rest would have ever happened. They all brought it upon themselves!” 

“Perhaps,” Baela conceded. “But 'ifs' make no difference now. Aegon had his reasons for seizing the throne. I won’t stand before you and defend them, because the truth is, none of us knows what would have happened. But you know how father was. Tell me he would have left our cousins unmolested, that Aegon was wrong to fear him. Look me in my eyes and say it.” She held her sister’s gaze, forcing herself to stand her ground. “He’d killed for much less, Rhaena.”

@evabluepark888 @dr-aegon @emilykaldwen @ @branwendaughterofllyr @prodogg @maryonaccross @aleksandravill @alexandria-millie

[kick-a-long]

Forgot to explain antisemitism to my husband for the hours and months and years required for an interfaith relationship before marriage,

But he believes me unconditionally. I’m lucky I picked a good one. We even talked honestly about where we would run to (and what would happen to his law license) which he usually laughs off. The difference this time? He works at a very leftist ngo and has seen the statements his colleagues have been making.

Not all Jewish/goy unions are like this. I’m very very relieved that I got lucky.

For example:

Alice Walker, deeply and unapologetically antisemitic, was not always that way. her first marriage was to a Jewish man who worked in tandem with black organizations to legally dismantle black discrimination in the south. His family hated her for not being Jewish and for being black. They were awful. But their marriage ended many years later when she became very conspicuously antisemitic and refused to listen about its history.

My own mother converted to Judaism and was FAR more observant than my Jewish father but later in life became what I would generously call “Jewish hostile” when their marriage began breaking down.

I always knew there was a possibility of me becoming more Jewish or marriage related friction causing that same kind of situation. But we’ve been married 5 years and together 13. He has spent his time, body and soul helping poor renters protect themselves from being evicted. He doesn’t have illusions about the poor being “innocent victims” or even expecting his clients to be “worthy of help.” Some of them have threatened to kill him, one spent everyday spending hours yelling at him and then got her mother to call to do the same. He doesn’t need “good” clients to help him. I know that he’s a believer that all people are capable of switching between monsters and humans but that doesn’t diminish his work to help the vulnerable. In some ways he has a more Jewish perspective on humanity than I did.

If you’re Jewish and losing friends because they were easily converted into conspiracies and antisemitism try to keep your partner in the loop without letting your anger and suspicion get between you.

If your partner is Jewish and you aren’t, remember there is no Jewish history about finding lasting safety. Believing that you (Jewish) must be kind and respectful of others culture and defending peoples rights and also that at any given moment you (Jewish to any 1/2, 1/4, 1/8, degree) will have to drop everything and RUN because the people you helped, the people you loved, want you dead, are the twin beings inside almost every Jew.

One of the reasons why you don’t see a lot of Jews attacking the character of “good” anti Zionist Jews, is we all get it. They think they can bargain their way out of antisemitism. Just like house slaves that thought they could escape being a “real” slave by fully buying into racism (and maybe getting off on the power of being the slaves elevated by slave owners for hating blackness.)

It’s a lot to ask of any person to “get” the cultural history let alone the cultural trauma they partnered into. Forgive, forget, but don’t be shocked if either of you sounds a little nuts sometimes. I sometimes go full doomsday prepper on him. And he lets peoples shitty behavior slide when I would go full flaming sword. It’s important to remember the daily reality.

Politics is NEVER as important as deep love between two people. It’s essential to remember that and remind loved ones you want to keep of that. Politics is theory and your life together is reality.

I used to like the idea of relationships as romantic and dreamy, now I thank god it’s reality. It’s hard as a rock and just as flexible sometimes. That has its cons but I’ll take every single one for the pros.

Ride or die for each other is what it means. Be ride or die and expect nothing less from any partners in your life. Ask them for it but only if you can truthfully tell them they have it from you. You can’t be the singular unique person that anyone loves if you are only your identity and vise versa.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Aura

Mariah's Tale as told by the treacherous twin @harlowsbby

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

(Listen to Aura by Mariah the Scientist as you're reading)

I couldn't help but to chuckle, I mean what were you expecting? He's let you down several times before, but I was always so blinded by his love.

"Come on she's lying I don't have a wife or kids if I did, you'd most definitely would've already known about it I mean l'm Jack fucking Harlow."

Neelam gasped she knew Jack was capable of many things but calling her a liar?? Especially when she knew she wasn't lying was crossing the line.

"Please Mariah, let's go back to your place and talk things out." He pleaded and begged; I remember shaking my head at him.

"It's always my house Jack it's never let's go back to your place to chill." He was caught off guard; he didn't expect me to say that. 

"Well, I mean you know Urban and sometimes the guys crash at my house for a few days, and we don't exactly live in the same city." Excuses that's all he ever did was give me excuses after excuses.

One thing you learned was if a man really wanted to be with you, he'd jump through obstacles to be with you but that wasn't the case with Jack. He had a family and wife blocking his chances.

"Just face the facts Jack I know what you did, and I have to leave, I love you well I loved you and I can't forgive you, I'm sorry." | squeaked out and pushed past him with glossy eyes.

"Thanks a lot, Neelam.” She scoffed and got up.

“She had to know, and I can’t believe you hid that from her and all of the other girls for that matter except Grace! You’re married with kids Jack. And married to my best friend I should add” Jack knew you’d find out sooner or later but he was hoping it was later or not at all. 

“Why do you even give a fuck now? You’ve been helping me coordinate this shit so she doesn’t find out.”

“Because she doesn’t deserve this! You need to stop before I tell her.” Neelam added while challenging him. 

“Okay, so tell her. What is she going to do? Leave me? Ain’t no way in hell she would get a divorce from me.”

——————————————————

A Few Days Earlier

"Jack, stop it!" | giggled and pushed him off me as he gave me a grin and tried tickling me again. I squealed and tried running across his California king bed, but he of course grabbed me by my ankle and dragged me to the bottom of the bed.

"I don't think so baby girl, you've been a big baby all day so Imma tickle the attitude out of you."

He then proceeded to tickle me like there was no tomorrow squealed and laughed, begging him to stop but I didn't really want him to stop.

"What's the magic word baby?" His eyebrows raised waiting for my answer, but I was stubborn and there was no way I was giving in that easily.

"That you're a loser?" He smacked his lips and began to tickle my sides even harder, I squealed and moved around till I finally had enough.

"Alright, alright l'm sorry Jack just stop it." You giggled and he laughed before getting off of you.

"So do you have any plans for today?" You asked him. 

“Uh I think l'm just going to go down to the studio for a bit and finish up a few songs." He said while fixing up his hair in the mirror.

Jack had flown you out to Louisville for a bit, you stayed in Las Vegas so whenever he had downtime he’d fly you out and spend time with you or he’d of course fly over to you.

The two of you met after his performance at Zoku nightclub and the rest was honestly history.

"Can I come with you? I mean l've been stuck in this hotel room for the past three days." You laughed and watched how his face suddenly got pale.

"For what? I mean you never come to the studio with me baby. He did have a point there, but you were bored and wanted to see more than just four boring walls. 

"Well, I know that but what if I come today unless that's an issue? I just don't see why it would be an issue though." You mumbled that last part.

Jack knew he was in some shit because his wife was supposed to be at the studio to spend some time with him. The time was ticking, and he was honestly running out of excuses.

"Well how about this baby I go to the studio, and I meet up with you at Urban's place later? Ace is having a little get- together for the release of his solo project so we can meet up there and then leave early to get some food or something?"

Excuses he always had some type of excuse, you thought. You wanted to know what he was hiding because not even a few nights ago he had left the room two, maybe four times to take some call from "Neelam."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded your head. "I mean sure that's fine with me but what will I do till then?”

You asked him. He reached into his wallet and pulled out his credit card.

 "Go around and shop for a bit, just buy whatever you want and something cute for later."

He wiggled his eyebrows making you giggle.

"Alright I'll see you later Jack." "I'll see you later, baby. I love you and stay safe."

Later On That Day

You honestly had no clue or idea where you were going since Louisville was so small yet so big at the same time. 

You were getting frustrated all you wanted to do was spend quality time with Jack but obviously being at the studio was a bigger priority.

Looking up and reading all the names of the different shops you finally found one that caught your eye. It was a shop for lingerie and Jack did say get something cute to wear that night.

Once inside you were greeted by one of the workers. A short dark-haired women gave you a welcoming smile 

"Hello honey, welcome to blue bunnies where you can find anything and everything to please not only you but your partner as well. Is there anything you're looking for?" 

"Uh, just something small and cute. It's a surprise for my boyfriend."

"Do you know his favorite color at all?"

"Hmm it's purple." The worker proceeded to show you all of the different shades of purple lingerie she had before you settled on a lilac matching bra and panties set.

"He's going to love it." The lady said, making you smile bashfully, after you bought everything, you decided to go get some lunch at Morris Deli.

When you arrived you noticed a lady and some kids that looked awful a lot like Jack, but you didn't pay it no mind, until you were starting to make your way out of the door and heard a voice on the women's phone that sounded awfully familiar to Jack's.

"What? How come the credit card company sent me an email saying I bought stuff at blue bunnies?" The lady said which made you freeze and maybe you were overthinking it a bit, but you were the only person in blue bunnies as far as you knew. 

“I got you something special, that's why. Now did you get my sandwich? I'm starving over here baby." Now that you had a chance to hear that voice loud and clear it had to have been Jack, you could pick his voice out of a line up.

You quickly rushed out of the store and sprinted back to the car Jack had let you borrow. Once inside you started thinking back to the lady that you saw and how one of the kids looked identical to Jack down to his curls and freckles and the little boy was Jack to a tee.

"He has a... he has a wife and kids." You said out loud. Your stomach turned. Even though none of this was your fault and you had no idea he had an entire wife and kids at home. You suddenly had this burden that you were the reason his kids were going to be fatherless.

Later That Night

When you arrived at Urban's house you had a million things going through your head at once. 

You didn't want to seem as if there was an issue or a problem but how were you going to manage to do that when there was a problem.

Before you were able to knock on the door it was swung open by Jack. 

"Baby I missed you so much." He pulled you into him, wrapping you in his warm embrace. You wanted to hug him back and kiss him and smother him with your love but knowing what you know now wouldn't let you.

"Hey... Jack" you said awkwardly, making him pull back. 

"What's wrong babe?"

 "I just don't feel that great is all." 

"Well come inside and get some water and maybe lay on the couch and you'll feel better."

You followed him inside and were greeted by Urban and the guys.

"What's good Mariah?”

 Ace smiled and pulled you in for a hug. 

"Hi Ace, congratulations on your newest song." He thanked you and you went to sit on the couch. You observed Jack as he sat across from you on his phone blushing and smiling at God knows what, probably his kids or his wife.

"Why don't we all play a game or something?"

Neelam asked which broke your attention away from Jack. 

“What game?” 2fo asked.

“Truth or dare.” Everyone agreed and made their way to the couch. Jack sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Normally you'd lean into his touch and snuggle into him but not this time and that's something he noticed.

"Mariah, do you want to go first?" Neelam asked and you'd decline but this time you had things you wanted to know and things you wanted to get off your chest.

"Sure so Jack, truth or dare?" You turned to him and waited for his answer. 

"Uhhh ima go with truth."

"Is it true you've got a wife and kids?" Everyone in the room got quiet including Jack which gave you your answer.

"So you do?”

"He does and I hate the way I didn't tell you about it." Neelam said with tears of her own in her eyes. Jack looked over at Neelam in disbelief.

"Well the party is over, we'll just take this back at my house." Ace said and everyone got up and left leaving just Jack, Neelam and Urban and yourself.

"Mariah please listen to me Neelam is lying." 

"I'm not lying Jack you know I'm telling the truth." Neelam defended herself.

"Jack you don't have to lie, I saw your wife earlier along with your kids. She was a Morris Deli bringing you lunch to the studio." You spoke and avoided any and every eye contact with him.

“Can we just talk Mariah?” You scoffed, was he honestly being serious right now?

"We have nothing to talk about Jack. You hid the fact that you have a wife and kids from me for months. Do you know how disgusting and terrible that makes me feel?" You cried out as he watched how your lip began to tremble.

"Do you need a ride back to your hotel room Mariah?" Urban asked softly,

 "No but I do need a ride back to the airport because we're done Jack."

Your heart ached saying those words but you couldn't keep up with this anymore you didn't want to be the reason his kids no longer were able to see their father nor did you want that burden anymore.

Seeing someone for who they are and not what you want them to be was a deeper level of hurt.

You thought Jack was everything and more and you thought what you had was special but you thought wrong.

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[therecordchanger62279]

GOODBYE FACEBOOK

After 15 years on Facebook, I deleted my account yesterday. I joined originally because I was feeling isolated, and wanted to make contact with people who’d drifted out of my life, and maybe find a few new friends in the process. Although I didn’t know it at the time, that’s not the way social media works.

I didn’t make a single new friend in my 15 years on Facebook. I lost track of how many old friends I lost because of it, but the number exceeded seven. Many of those fell victim to misunderstandings that probably never would’ve happened if we’d been face-to-face with one another. (I was even forced to unfriend my twin brother because he took some of my comments on his posts the wrong way. It’s very difficult to convey humor when the person can’t look you in the eye. It doesn’t matter how many laugh emojis you attach. When I discovered he adjusted his settings so I wouldn’t see his posts, I thought I’d better unfriend him before it got out of hand. The damage has since been repaired the old-fashioned way – we talked on the phone, and through an e-mail exchange.) The others happened because this social media app allowed people to needlessly, and without provocation abuse me to satisfy some malicious drive in them to humiliate or belittle me for reasons I simply cannot fathom. It’s called trolling, but you don’t really expect trolls to be people you thought of as friends. Rather than try to repair the damage, I simply walked away. I have no time left in my life for people who clearly do not want me in theirs.

I also made the unpleasant discovery that most people are liars or phonies. They’ll pose as friends, but, in reality, you, and the things you do with your life are of no real interest to them at all. You are nothing more than part of an audience when they take center stage to tell of their lives. I often compare it to being in a large gathering of people who are all talking, and nobody is actually listening. I can’t tell you how often I was solicited to give feedback or support on some of their artistic pursuits, but after spending three years working on this blog I’m proud of, and being urged by those same people to permit them access to it because they all said they wanted to see it, I showed them my work, and nearly all of them completely ignored it. They didn’t reject it because they didn’t like what I’d done. They just never bothered to look at it. And yet, they still continued to lobby me for support and encouragement when they made new music, or wrote a new book or a play, or took up a cause.

I was that guy at a party, standing in the room in plain sight that nobody noticed; to whom nobody spoke. I figured nobody would notice or care when I left. So, I simply walked out the door, and I’m not coming back.

I haven’t even mentioned what a trainwreck the site is when it comes to how it’s managed. Understanding their community guidelines regarding posts is like walking through a Bosnian minefield. No matter how careful you are, you’re eventually going to step on one, and you get to spend some time in Facebook jail until you learn your lesson. The news feed is clogged with ads, and an endless stream of suggested pages based on all the data they’ve collected on you that makes them think they know who you are, and can therefore market their products to you, and help separate you from your money. For example, I don’t watch or follow much sports anymore except some NFL during the season. But there were always endless suggestions in my feed that I follow pages about hockey, basketball, baseball, and many more. No matter how many I blocked, they just kept coming. I’m retired, and have been married for almost 44 years. But there were plenty of ads for online senior dating websites. I guess there was money to be made if Facebook could break up my marriage. And don’t you find it creepy when you look up some product online, and suddenly there’s that same product in an ad on your Facebook news feed? Big Brother is watching you 24/7. Don’t kid yourself otherwise.

So, why did it take 15 years to decide to leave? Well, I had come to rely upon it for some news, and weather, and announcements of new products I might be interested in (music, books, etc.). It was like that relic from the past – a daily newspaper. I also told myself I ought to maintain my page so that I would have some connection to friends and family since none of them live near me, and most I haven’t seen in more than a decade. But the light finally went on, and I realized these people were ghosts. I’d surrounded myself with my past. I discovered that once you’re not a part of someone’s day-to-day life (and that includes relatives as well as friends), you never will be again. You simply don’t matter any longer. Everybody has moved on, and nobody saved you a place at the table.

Okay. I accept that. But what I found impossible to tolerate was the hypocrisy. When I hit the delete button yesterday, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. There are suddenly so many things I no longer need be concerned with, and people I can consign, once and for all, to the place they all occupy – the past. I wished them well, and some commented I should stay in touch, but I won’t bother because I know they won’t bother.

Cyberspace is the real distance between people in the 21st century. Calling the internet the “worldwide web” is the perfect name for it. Because like a fly, you can get trapped in the web, and find yourself prey to all sorts of predators, with, seemingly, no way out – until you open that door, and the web breaks, and you’re suddenly free to crawl away before you’re trapped again.

If I could go back and live in the last century, I would. But I can’t. So, I’ll just have to find a way to cope in this one. Social media wasn’t helping. I can’t tell you how grateful I am there was a delete button.

[overtsexting]

Finally, I have found the Fire Emblem Incest Oasis. Please, tell me your thoughts on Saizo/Kaze and Chrom/Owain.

This post gets a cut!!! I try to remember to do that when I ramble on 😌

While I’m not particularly head empty about saizo/kaze it is lowkey what got me to play fates… my friend sent an image of the hubba tester…

I saw that, got head empty, read all 4 fics in the saizo/kaze tag, discovered someone had modded an s support for them, learnt more about the nohrsibs and the fact that camilleo is semicanon, read all those fics too, and then FINALLY received the new 3ds charger off amazon I was waiting for, so I could play this game. And promptly learnt to mod it. All in the span of like… a week.

Consider, though, a Saizo who does everything he does for Kaze? But can’t articulate that or express it to him? And a Kaze who distrusts him, who thinks that the reason Saizo keeps him in the dark and left in the first place is because he doesn’t care for him at all… who expects Saizo to leave him again.

Needless to say, while they’re not at the forefront of my mind they did kick off the whole fates thing!!!!! I do actually love them a LOT. I just got them married in my BR save. Asugi is green, and got 0 inherited skills he wouldn’t have already had anyway 😌.

Their dynamic is very Good, imo. Every time they interact they seem like they have so much to say, but lack the words to say it. It’s obvious that they love each other a lot but can’t express it, and that creates what appears as a sense of longing, especially on Kaze’s part. He’s clearly so concerned about his brother, and very hurt that his Saizo won’t share his troubles with him—yet struggles to find the words to just ask. There’s SO much tension there and I love it. They’d both benefit from just letting loose and fucking once or twice, I think. As stress relief. I wish I had more thoughts and headcanons about them, because I’d absolutely share them!!

I offer this, if you haven’t read it. It’s really beautifully written, bittersweet, with unrequited feelings from Kaze. The sort of thing where if a tag only has 4 fics…. you don’t expect to find something of this quality.

Side note, I think it’s fun that they’re twins. It’s rare that twins in games look so different from each other.

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As for Chrom and Owain, mmmmmmm. I haven’t seen any content of them, but I have heard it mentioned once or twice and it’s a VERY good concept. I don’t really like Chrom being incesty actually, for whatever reason, but the idea of Owain having a massive crush on his hot, completely oblivious uncle?? Absolutely yes. Who wouldn’t have a massive crush on Chrom!?!

Especially if in his original timeline, Chrom was just. His cool, fun uncle, who died when Owain was relatively young. But he comes back in time and now Chrom is barely a few years older than him and extremely hot, oh no.

Chrom, happily married, thinking his nephew is a bit odd but fun. While Owain in his tent hopelessly jerks off to one of those posters Frederick made…

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In the shadows of the past  Chapter 4

The sorting ceremony

1st September 1890

“All I’m saying is, why do I have to travel all the way down to King’s Cross station to then travel back up to Scotland. Why can’t I just travel from Feldcroft?” Sebastian made his way through the carriage on the Hogwarts Express, Ominis following closely behind. His wand was raised acting as his sight.

“Well yes I suppose it would be a more convenient way of travel, but I do value the time we spend together chatting before we have to resume our school routine.” He cautiously hurried his steps trying to keep up with Sebastian. His friend was trying to find a spare private booth for them to sit in to catch up properly about their summer. “As irritating as you can be.”

Sebastian pretended to not hear the comment, instead focusing his attention to his surroundings.

“I’m just glad my Uncle let me use floo powder on my own this time, I didn’t want him to be the one seeing me off. Especially now that Anne cannot be left on her own longer than an hour.” He spoke the last sentence quietly to himself, cautious of not allowing people other than Ominis to know of his sisters’ worsening condition. “Ah – here we are, its too your left Ominis.”

Sebastian opened the door to the booth, holding it open to allow Ominis in first. They sat opposite one another. Sebastian kicked his feet up on the seats and leaned backwards, already getting comfortable for next few hours they would spend travelling to Hogwarts.

Ominis sighed, “Do you mind?”

Sebastian smirked to himself, “Not at all.” Ominis rolled his eyes and placed his wand next to him. The pair looked outside the window, Sebastian watching his surroundings while Ominis listened to the sound from the open window. It was obvious who were the first years, they were either crying hugging their parents’ goodbye or were too excited to begin their Hogwarts experience that they were rushing ahead of them, relying on their parents to handle their suitcases. The boys’ experience was the latter. Sebastian and his twin sister Anne had never been more excited in their lives. Having parents as professors instilled a love for learning in them early on. The death of their parents only made them more excited, they know had the opportunity to learn in the environment they taught it. They hoped it made them feel closer to them. Ominis, excited as he was, had been put off by his parents’ parting words.

“Remember who you’re representing son.”

The words were cold and threatening. Ominis had clearly never lived up to his families’ expectations. He did not care for the pure-blood status as much as they did. It was a driving force for them. A symbol of purity and power. From an early age he contemplated how he could tarnish it. He simply could not continue his bloodline, but having multiple brothers and sisters meant that no matter what, the Gaunt family name and bloodline would continue. He considered marrying and having children with a muggle, or a half-blood. His child would be a permanent representation of his betrayal to his families’ ideology. But this would be cruel. He knew what his family would do to the child.

The screeching of the train setting into motion brough the boys out of their memories. Sebastian smiled, grateful to finally be heading back to where he could continue his research.

“How was your summer?” Ominis laid his head back against the wall, eyes closed, he listened to the sounds outside.

Sebastian sighed, “Aside from my uncle becoming more controlling, it was pleasant. Anne and I spent a lot of time outside in the garden, the sun seems to really help her. Well …  as much as it can.” He thought back to the afternoons they sat at the pond near their cottage in Feldcroft. The sun shone brightly down on the both of them, Anne wearing a summer dress he had bought her. It was one he saw her admire often in Hogsmeade. Her face when she opened the decorated box containing the dress was something he treasured. It had been a long time since he had seen her so happy. It was almost as if the pain had gone completely, she looked as she had before she had been cursed.

Ominis interrupted him from the memory, “The sun is a good natural remedy I have heard.” He smiled. Although the sun could not cure Anne’s curse, it was a source of comfort. The warmth acted as a blanket to the cold she often felt. An effect of the curse that plagued her.

“I do hope this year is easier on all of us.”

~

“What’s that glow?” Audrey spoke aloud to Fig and Osric as they pondered over the cylindrical object.

Fig looked over at the girl questionable, “I don’t see a glow.”

“Nor do I.” The two look confused over this “glow” Audrey was seeing. Fig passed the object over to her, allowing Audrey to investigate what she was seeing. She held the object, examining it when a silver glow ran along the seal of where it was locked. It opened, revealing a golden ornate key inside.

“Merlin’s Beard! How did you – “Audrey went to pick the key up.

“Wait! We do not know what –“  he picked the case up out of her hand.

In the space of no less than two seconds, the carriage tore in two. Osric engulfed in the mouth of a dragon. The two passengers held onto the windows, broken glass cutting into their skin from where it hadn’t fallen out of the window.

“Hang on!” Fig yelled out. Audrey stared in shock at the dragon flying in front of them. It knocked it’s head upwards, throwing the carriage and snapped its sharp teeth into it. The pained screams of Osric were not something the two could ignore. The carriage crushed in its mouth as it closed it, the sound of Osric life was silenced.

Gripping on tightly, she turned her body to see if the driver was unharmed on not. He gripped onto the reigns tightly yelling at whatever being was pulling them. She believed it to just be magic that was pulling the carriage. She didn’t think about it too much into when Fig told her they would be entering another carriage in Diagon Alley. It pulled into the street from the air with no magical beings pulling it. This question was soon answered as she saw five grim looking creatures fade into view. They pulled the carriage messily, ramming into one another as the driver steered the reigns trying to avoid the dragon as it flew around them.

It roared greatly at them. Fire built up in its throat. Fig sensing what would happen ordered the pair to jump. The driver apparated in an instant. The pair jumped, the dragon breathed fire, scorching the remains of the carriage.

Audrey tried to look at Fig, the wind whipped at them both. It She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t control her body and where her limbs went.

“The key!” she could faintly her Fig yell, the wind from them falling muffling him. He reached out to her, “My hand!”

She reached out to him. Fig gripped onto her hand and stretch out his other towards the falling key.

“Accio!”

Instantly, she felt herself propelled forward. She didn’t know where they were going but the hard landing and the lack of dragon roaring assured her, they were out of harm’s way. For now.

~

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement. All the first years had finally been sorted into their houses and the feast commenced. Food magically appeared in front of everyone and they all dug in, hungry from their travels. Sebastian and Ominis sat next to Imelda. She wasn’t their normal company but they were both happy to be sat again with their fellow Slytherins. Sebastian was already on his second helping of dessert, he had an insatiable sweet tooth.

“I’m surprised that there wasn’t many first years sorted into Slytherin. Tell me, is it looking rather bare at the end of the table.” Imelda peered down to the end, confirming what Ominis had asked. Sebastian was too interested in his dessert to care.

“Hmm, who’s that?” Imelda pointed towards a girl standing in the doorway of the hall with Professor Fig. The headmaster looked annoyed over something. They couldn’t tell. It didn’t look like she called him pompous, even though he was.

“Who?” Sebastian looked up from his dessert. They watched as Black, and the student walked down the length of the hall. Professor Weasley walked over to her smiling and they watched as she placed the sorting hat on her. That was strange. A student that old was being sorted into a house.

“Is she a transfer? It’s weird for someone our age to be involved in the sorting ceremony now?” Imelda questioned out loud. Sebastian kept his eyes trained on the student. She appeared as though she was talking to the hat. It had a habit of asking questions out loud. Whether the student replied was up to them.

Ominis sighed, “Could someone please explain to me what you’re both seeing.” Imelda turned to him, explaining what they were witnessing. The sorting hat spoke more, his speech becoming more clear as the students in the hall quietened, intrigued by what was happening.

“That makes you, Slytherin!”

The Slytherins around them burst into cheers. Another one to add to the house, the three students clapped. There wasn’t many Slytherins in the fifth year, so it meant they had more opportunity to speak to the new student.

Headmaster Black took to the front, announcing that Quidditch was cancelled for the year after an injury. Sebastian heard Imelda stifle a yelp. Quidditch and anything broom-related was her life. He couldn’t hide his disappointment as well. He had planned to try out for the Beater position now that the 7th year who had occupied it previously had graduated. The student in the hall began to stand up and leave to their respective common rooms. Ominis and Imelda stood up as well. They nudged Sebastian on the shoulder, telling him to hurry up so they could get to their common room. They wanted to avoid falling behind the first years as the prefects would walk slowly so they could become familiar with the route. Sebastian stood, eyes still trained on the student at the front of the hall. Professor Weasley was speaking to her.

Who was she? She didn’t look related to anyone in the school he knew. She couldn’t be a pure blood either. All the pure bloods knew of one another, or they at least knew who was and wasn’t one so they didn’t become associated with them. Despite being a pure blood himself, Sebastian’s family did not adopt this attitude, something Ominis was grateful for when he visited them in Feldcroft.

Sebastian made a note to himself that once he saw her in the common room, he would try and question her about her strange arrival.

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A New Beginning: Wanda finds safety in you. Love can be found in safety.

Baked With Love: When Wanda moves into town with her twins, she looks for a job. She finds a bookstore that doubles as a bakery and the owner changes her life.

Bookstore Girl: For years now, you’ve owned and operated an independent bookstore in town. You know all of your regular customers well, so when there is a new family in town you are sure to notice.

Forevermore: You take Wanda on a drive and listen to reputation

I Love You Wanda Maximoff: A soft morning with Wanda leads to saying “I love you” for the first time

I'll Be Home for Christmas : Some domestic fluff and bit of angst. Reader is married to Wanda. Featuring our favorite twins, Billy and Tommy.

Home: Sequel to I'll Be Home for Christmas.

Love Me How?: Wanda and Reader were friends and teammates before the blip, but when the final battle is over they do not see each other again until after Westview.

Love You Through It: Wanda is upset after a mission and you comfort her

Meet Me at Midnight: You invite Wanda to spend the holidays with you. Will your true feelings for each other be revealed?

Perfect Cookies: You, Wanda, and the twins bake holiday cookies together

Thank You for Loving Me: You propose to Wanda.

Timing Is Everything, Isn’t It?: Wanda soothes your doubts about love.

Welcome to the Team: You are fighting against the Avengers and you meet a certain redhead who changes your life for the better. (Prequel to Timing Is Everything, Isn’t It?)

Scavenger Hunt: With the help of the boys, Wanda makes your Saturday the best one of all time

Truth Be Told: You and Wanda get assigned on a mission together, and you dread it because you think she hates you. It turns out that might not be so true.

We’re Going To Be Parents: You come early from a mission to receive some great news from your wife.

Comfort:

Breath of Fresh Air: You make Wanda feel better after a bad day just by being you

Put Yourself First: When you get home from work, you have an important conversation with your wife.

Smut:

Batter, Batter: On an overnight team trip, Wanda decides to make a move on you. It goes better than she expected

Cowgirls Help One Another: You are yearning for a chance to get to know the farmer’s daughter *smut*

Familiarity: Wanda is living her best sitcom life in Westview until you show up. It’s up to you to help her remember her old life *smut*

Stopping the Elevator: Love confessions lead to more. *

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Best Friend’s Mom: You wake up next to your best friend’s mom and she begins to seduce you

Devout: You meet Wanda Maximoff at church and she later approaches you with a special request that you just can’t refuse *smut*

First Date: You pick Wanda up at her home for a date and learn a lot about the woman by the time she goes back inside that night

Five Minutes: You’re jealous, Wanda is jealous. The end result is one very intense break from the volleyball games

For The Hope of It All: Wanda took comfort in you during times of trouble in her marriage. Endings are unavoidable

Forgetfulness: While dealing with a breakup, you go to the Maximoff house to babysit without remembering you didn’t have to go this week. Wanda comforts you and makes your visit worth your while. *smut*

Friends: You’ve been there for Wanda as a friend, but it’s always felt like something more

It is Well: You’re the choir director at Wanda’s church. One afternoon after church, your relationship with her changes

Mother’s Day Brunch: Wanda invites you over for brunch and things take a turn

One-On-One: You’re Wanda’s pastor, so when her husband leaves her you reach out to offer her comfort. She tries to push you away on the account that she doesn’t like you, but that changes when she realizes what you could do for her.

Pour Me: You meet an intriguing woman while you’re bartending

Reconnecting: It’s been ten years since you’ve seen Wanda. A lot has changed for her

Sexiest Woman Alive: Wanda is a renowned actress that you’ve been seeing for a while. She gets named the Sexiest Woman Alive and you show her just how much she deserves it

Sinking Sand: Wanda finds her way back into your life and you can’t resist her

Stress Relief: When Wanda calls, you always meet up with her. Sometimes in her very roomy minivan

Talk: You’re sleeping with your best friend’s mom who has been keeping quite the secret from you

Timeless: After you meet Wanda’s boys for the first time, she finally takes that next relationship step with you

Swaying As The Room Burned Down: Love in secret and without reason *smut*

The Meeting: When you meet a fellow mom at the PTO meeting, you soon realize just how much love she needs *smut*

The Sweetest Con: When you are put in charge of the volleyball team, you have a very interesting set of interactions with a mother at the church *smut*

To Show Thanks: Wanda does all of the cooking for Thanksgiving and you help her see just how thankful you are for her

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The Mystery Woman: Wanda attends a meeting with her children’s teacher. It turns out she just might have met you before. *

So Much For Just Being Friends: Part 2 of The Mystery Woman. *

Jealousy, Jealousy: Part 3 of The Mystery Woman. *

Discovery: Part 4 of The Mystery Woman.

The Gala: Part 5 of The Mystery Woman. *

Becoming Family: Final part of The Mystery Woman. *

Our Forever: An extra something.

Anniversary Dinner: You and Wanda celebrate your wedding anniversary. *

Summer Day: You and Wanda enjoy a summer day with your kids and friends

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Paring: Regulus Black X Twin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Regulus refuses to lose yet another sibling after Sirius leaves.

Being a Hufflepuff Prefect with a mischievous older Gryffindor brother is a lot of work. Sirius is frequently getting into trouble, and Remus is no help. But honestly? Y/n isn’t either. If anything, she laughs at her brother and her friend's antics. Y/n is the only Black family member still in good shape with all her family. 

Sirius was overjoyed when Y/n was into Hufflepuff. His little sister following in his footsteps of no longer being a Slytherin. However, Y/n’s twin brother - Regulus - was sorted into Slytherin. She didn’t let that define their relationship. Y/n was close with her twin and the Marauders. Remus often bumped her shoulder in the halls making her smile. The werewolf often had that effect on her. So did James, and so did Peter. 

But no one made a giant smile appear on her face than Sirius and Regulus. 

“Oi! Little sis!” His voice, it was calm and bright, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. 

Y/n turned, “Hey Siri.”

Sirius’ arm went around her shoulders, “How’s your day been?”

“Good, yours?”

“Oh,” Sirius sighed, dreaming, making her chuckle, “It’s been perfect, dear sister.”

“What did you do now?” Y/n fake scolded, “Everything.” Sirius replied. 

A familiar raven-haired boy was making their way towards them, hoping and praying that they wouldn’t notice. His green tie and green robes. The prefect badge on the left side of his chest. The wavy black hair and the beautiful grey eyes. The 5’11 Slytherin walking towards his twin sister and older brother. The people he adored the most in the world but barely talked to within the castle walls. His plan ultimately failed. 

Regulus turned to walk by his two siblings only for Y/n to wrap an around his shoulder, “Reggie!”

“Y/n, Sirius.” Regulus greeted with the corners of his lips barely turning up, “How’s your day been?” Sirius asked, turning to look at his younger brother. 

“Good until two idiots came along.” He joked with a smile adorning his features. 

Y/n put her hand on her heart dramatically, “You wound me!”

Both brothers chuckled, and a Professor came to greet them in the middle of the hallway, seeing their beautiful smiling faces, “All three Black’s in one spot. How brilliant!” Slughorn commented as Sirius faked tipping his hat. 

The three Black siblings. The Black trio. One Gryffindor, one Slytherin, and one Hufflepuff. Oh, how Walburga adored them despite the way she treated them. It was never in her heart to treat them the way she does. Orion had such a soft spot for his twins. But alas, both parents knew that if they didn’t raise them correctly - or without abuse - they would only get hurt worse. Walburga knew that if she treated them the way she truly wanted to, they’d be split. 

But that never compared to the aching in her heart when she had to cast a spell on her children. The kids she was sworn to protect. Walburga never wanted this life, never wanted to marry Orion, hell, she never even wanted kids, but Merlin, her kids were great. Slughorn and McGonagall would send her letters of how wonderfully they’ve been doing in their studies, how Sirius made another cauldron explode, how Regulus caught the snitch and won the Quidditch Cup, how Y/n made prefect and was top of her class. 

It was beautiful, and for once, Walburga was happy. She hid all the letters from Orion. If Orion knew he’d made Walburga send a howler, and she didn’t want that. Godric how she hated the awful red colors the howlers came in. The awful shade of brilliant rose. It brought a grimace to her face just thinking about it. But like everything, the truth comes out, and Sirius eventually got a howler. 

Sirius let go of Y/n to begin Transfiguration while the two twins made their way to Herbology. Not before Sirius kissing the tops of their heads like he did when they were kids, “I love you guys!”

“Black, get in here!” McGonagall yelled, and both twins laughed, “We love you too!” They replied in unison. 

Regulus and Y/n laughed, their arms around each other's shoulders, “I never want him to leave.” Regulus admitted. 

“Me either.”

The day was uneventful. More learning, more foolishness, and more laughter. Professor Sprout couldn’t help but smile at the Black twins in her classroom. Regulus was always ice cold when not around his siblings. They made him shine even if he couldn’t find a reason to. It didn’t matter where they were. The Black trio always brought smiles with them. Whether it was Y/n and Sirius, the twins, or all three, their smiles, their laughs, their happiness was so contagious. Three children from an abusive home, coming together to make each other smile. How is it possible?

Y/n would be the answer. The glue to the Black family. The bond to keep her brothers from drifting apart. But that all changed in the summer of 1976.

It was dark and another day of yelling. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to leave. He wanted to go. It was bound to happen. He kept telling himself. But did that excuse leaving his siblings behind? Would he risk their safety for his own pleasure? Sirius didn’t have time to think about it. He packed his trunk and opened the window. One leg out and just about to get the other over until his door opened. 

His little sister, “Sirius?”

“Hey, sis…” Sirius hated how his voice shook and almost broke.

“What- Where are you going?”

He couldn’t help it; she needed to know the truth, “Away. Far away from here.”

Y/n crossed her arms slowly, “Without saying goodbye?”

“Goodbye?” Sirius replied with a nervous smile. 

She shook her head with a smile, walking toward his window. Sirius expected a smack, a lecture. But she didn’t do that. Y/n cupped both his cheeks and kissed his forehead like he did when she was hurt. Tears filled his grey eyes without permission as he stared at his younger sister's glossed eyes. Gently she ran her hand through his hair, moving it back. 

“I suppose you were never good at goodbyes.”

“Not really, no.” Sirius chuckled. 

Y/n smiled, “I know you aren’t happy here. You were never happy here.” Sirius interrupted before she could continue, “You could give Remus a run for his money.”

“Listen, Sirius, please.” She pleaded, and Sirius looked at her eyes; he’d miss them, “All I ask, is that you take care of yourself. Regulus and I, we’ll manage. But you should say goodbye to him too….”

“Go get him.”

It took minutes, but Regulus was eventually standing in front of his older brother, one leg out of the window and the other inside his bedroom. Y/n stood behind them, arms crossed with tears streaming down her cheeks silently. Regulus looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn’t. Sirius didn’t care anymore. Silver trails ran down his cheeks, especially when Regulus hugged his older brother with all his strength. 

“I'm going to miss you.”

Sirius sniffled, “I’ll miss you a hundred times more.”

“Impossible.” Y/n interjected, smiling. 

Regulus and Sirius pulled apart, Regulus now standing beside his twin, “I need you to know,” Sirius began, looking at Regulus, “James isn’t your replacement. He is nothing compared to you. You’re my brother, always.”

“And you,” He turned to Y/n after Regulus nodded, “You’re my baby sister, through and through. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean you can give me detention.” 

They chuckled, and possibly for the last time, “Always.”

“Forever.”

“Together.”

Sirius gave a watery smile and finished the jump out his window. Wordlessly Y/n shut it behind him. Regulus stood in front of the glass pane until Sirius was out of sight and gave a heavy sigh. Y/n was standing right beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I knew it was going to happen. I just wish it wasn’t so soon.” Regulus whispered, “I know.” Y/n agreed. 

Regulus took her hand, “Forever.”

“Together.” Y/n replied, squeezing his hand. 

So many they lost their always, but they still had each other. The next night at dinner was dreadful. Possibly the worst one yet, “Where is he!”

“I- I don’t know.” Y/n answered, cowering away, her hand rubbing her forearm.

Walburga looked at Regulus, and he shook his head, “Where is Sirius?”

“Gone.” Walburga replied to her husband, who gave a mere shrug at the answer, “Our heir is gone, Orion! What are we going to do now.”

“The reasonable thing, Y/n is next in line.”

Walburga scoffed, “Absolutely not.”

Regulus reached for his sister's hand after noticing the tears collecting in her eyes, “She is a disgrace! Just like Sirius!”

Orion put down the daily prophet, looking at his wife across the table, “What would you like me to do about it?”

“Regulus!” The boy stiffened, “You are our next heir.”

“No!” Y/n exclaimed, her rage taking over, “That isn’t how it works! I’m the next in line, disgrace or not. I'm older than Regulus.”

Walburga pulled out her wand, but Y/n didn’t flinch, “With that courage, you should be in Gryffindor.” The older woman seethed.

“You feel no remorse, do you?” Y/n asked, but she did; Godric, Walburga hated herself, “Putting your wand to my neck like I’m some training dummy.”

“How do you think we feel! Our older brother is gone! The one who took care of us because our parents can’t.”

Y/n had tears flowing down her cheeks, “How do you think we feel?”

The girl stood up from the table without being dismissed after letting go of Regulus’ hand, “I saw the tapestry.”

“You burned him from it! What kind of monster are you?! He’s your son regardless of his house. I’ll be your heir, but I will never be your puppet.”

Y/n ran up to her bedroom. Walburga and Orion stared at their son, who sat as stiff as a board. More minutes passed, and Regulus left the table too but not before speaking to his parents, “I’ll- I’ll be your heir. I’ll be your son.”

“Brilliant. Thank you, Regulus.” Walburga smiled.

Regulus lost his brother. He wasn’t losing his sister. But over time, it felt like he was. There was no more laughter in the halls. Only one Black sibling was laughing and smiling - Sirius. There was no more hugging in the halls, no more playing around. Regulus and Y/n were ice. They were cold and in pain. That was the first thing Sirius noticed. His siblings hadn’t stopped by his carriage like usual. It dampened his mood. 

“Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” James had reassured, but Sirius wasn’t so sure.

It was the first ride to Hogwarts that Sirius was utterly silent. He played with the ribbon in his hand. It was a green ribbon that he carried with him everywhere. The boys never knew what it was or where it came from. They had just discovered that Sirius would fidget with it when he was upset. Remus noticed it first - of course - but James did too, and shortly Peter followed. It was her ribbon, Y/n’s ribbon. A ribbon she wore in her hair when she was seven. 

After a bad punishment, Sirius had been given Y/n took care of him. Washed his cuts and plastered them. It was then she learned how much Sirius loved when people did his hair. So she braided it for him and tied it off with her green ribbon. He remembered the way it felt on his fingertips. So perfectly combed and webbed together. It was the reason his hair was long enough to braid. Every Quidditch match, he’d weave it. James asked why once, and Sirius ignored him, but Y/n knew. It was okay to keep secrets sometimes. 

Fifth-year for the twins went by smoothly. Sirius’ sixth year was hell. He missed his siblings so much somedays it was hard to get up in the morning. Regardless it was hard to get Sirius out of bed in the morning, but this year was particularly rough. It was like he was in a constant state of Remus after the full moon - tired, fatigued and sad. 

He missed Regulus’ smile and Y/n’s laughter. Godric, he missed everything! Sirius cried - sobbed about it at night. His silencing charms weren’t good. It left James and Remus in a tricky spot. It was apparent he didn’t want to talk about it because if he did, he would’ve by now. Remus stopped seeing the twins during prefect rounds and stopped seeing Y/n altogether. It was like she was avoiding them. 

The twins did their prefect rounds together, studied together, and only talked to each other. It broke Sirius’ heart. He ruined everything just for his own pleasure. But hadn’t Y/n meant what she said? That she wanted him to be happy? Sirius wasn’t happy. He was far from it. 

Regulus had nightmares every night about his parents. About his brother leaving, about everything. So he didn’t sleep most nights, and instead, he threw himself into his studies. Occasionally he’d realized that he had done two essays and then understood that he no longer had to do his brother's homework. Regulus had copies of reports everywhere because it was a habit. A habit he had to lose. 

Y/n stopped baking extra cookies. Every Saturday, she’d go to the kitchens to bake a new delicacy the muggle way. Y/n couldn’t help but accidentally bake extra for her Gryffindor brother, only to realize that she wouldn’t give them to him. Instead, she gave them to the house elves to serve after dinner in the Great Hall. They’d appear on the Gryffindor table, and Sirius knew they were a product of her. 

During the summer holiday of 1977, Regulus began to notice that Y/n gone often. Walburga would send her away, or Orion would make her run an errand. Regardless Y/n wasn’t around as much. Was she going to run like Sirius? Walburga and Orion sent her to Auror training. Y/n was young, too young for this training. It was Auror training, but they weren’t training her to work for the Ministry. They were preparing for her to become a death eater. 

Weeks passed, and Regulus felt saddened by her absence. So one day at dinner, he spoke up, “Why haven’t you been present at home?”

Y/n chuckled, “Are you serious? You haven’t told him?”

“What- What do you mean?” Regulus questions suspiciously.

Walburga coughed, “She’s been put into training.”

“Training?”

“Auror training.”

“But not to be an Auror, to be a death eater.” 

Y/n scoffed, “Bullshit, tell him the real reason.” 

She looked at both her parents, “They don’t want me anymore. They send me away because it’s easier than disowning me, like Sirius.”

“N- No.” Regulus denied, “Mum, tell me that she’s lying.”

Silence, “Answer me, please.” Regulus pleaded as a water film glossed his grey eyes.

“She’s not lying.” Orion stated, and Regulus let his tears fall down his cheeks, “No! I won’t let you take her from me!”

Regulus stood up, and his chair flipped behind him, “If you disown her, you disown me!”

“Reggie…”

“No! Please no!” Regulus was clawing at his hair, sobbing, “Don’t take her too….” He whimpered. 

Y/n began to stand up until Walburga sent a spell her way, throwing her back. It just made Regulus cry more. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They were sixteen! This wasn’t fair. So Regulus stood up and held back his tears. Walburga held her wand to his throat, making Y/n nervous. But Regulus was cold, ice cold. Hastily he grabbed his mother's wand and snapped it. Y/n didn’t have time to gape. Regulus ran to her, and they ran. 

Through the front door to anywhere else in the dark of the night. Orion was too busy with his wife to realize his children were gone. Y/n was sure they were miles away before they stopped. No magic could be done. They weren’t seventeen yet. They’d have to survive without magic. But then she heard it. A howl. It was a risk, a big one, but they had to take it. 

She took her brother's hand and began running towards it, “Y/n, where are we going?”

“To whatever is howling.”

“Are you mental?”

“Maybe.” Y/n shrugged. 

Suddenly he saw it. That look Sirius always had. She looked free, happy, and mischievous. Suddenly she wasn’t Y/n Black. She was just Y/n. His twin sister. The girl that would beg her brothers to adventure with her, to trust her blindly. That’s what he was doing now - trusting her blindly. They must’ve been miles away. Regulus didn’t even know how they got that far, but in the forest, the howling got louder. 

But at the edge of the forest was a black dog, guarding the entrance to the woods, making sure that no one entered. The stag was taking care of the werewolf. They took turns. One full moon, the dog, was to stand guard, next the stag. Y/n cried upon seeing the animal. She dropped to her knees, and Regulus knelt beside her. The dog looked familiar and gave them both great kisses. They fell asleep together. Y/n, Regulus and the dog. 

The following morning, James went back out to the forest after realizing Padfoot was missing. At the entrance of the forest, he saw them. The Black trio. So he left them. Sirius knew the way back; it wasn’t worth ruining their moment. Regulus stirred awake first and woke the dog. The dog left a multitude of kisses on the twins. Y/n woke up shortly after. 

Regulus was appalled to see the dog turn into his older brother but happy nonetheless, “Sirius!”

“Reggie.” Sirius replied, holding him close. 

They parted, and Sirius kissed his forehead, “How?”

“The howling.”

“How did you leave?”

“I snapped mum’s wand.”

Sirius looked flabbergasted, “Really?”

“She- She was going to separate us. I didn’t- I couldn’t lose another sibling.” Regulus admitted, and Sirius took him into his arms again, “Never again. I promise.”

Y/n chuckled, “Looks like we’re all runaways.”

Sirius grabbed her into the hug, “But we’re doing it together.”

[so-this-happened-i-guess]

Am I dreaming?

Request: @tokufan400​ Miraculous Ladybug request: Marrinett watching her younger twin and Chloe acting like a bickering married couple. Warnings: -none Author’s note: A very short one, but imagining it was so much fun. Rushed ending, maybe??

Requests are open, of course! :D

If Marinette thought being late for her chemistry exam was bad, she surely wasn’t prepared for what was coming. Not today and not any other day either.

She slouched in her seat, silently thinking about her plans after school, how Adrien was oh-so-gorgeous today (isn’t he always?) and how quiet the class was when Chloe wasn’t around.

Wait, Chloe wasn’t there, but Sabrina was? Marinette pouted as she looked around the class to make sure she just, somehow, didn’t overlook her blonde classmate.

And where were you? Her favourite (and only) sibling?

“Alya- have you seen (Y/N)?“ she asked her best friend who seemed to be busy flirting with Nino, so the only response she got was a shake of the head and a vague gesture like ‘I dunno’.

Marinette blinked and sighed deeply, pulling out her phone, just about to text her twin when she heard a familiar girl voice. Marinette frowned a little, leaning forward in her seat to have a better look at whoever was about to enter the classroom and speak their mind.

She expected Chloe. She’d recognise that annoying voice anywhere, tbut she wouldn’t even dream of YOU being the cause of Chloe’s outburst, since you were usually calm and didn’t seek out conflicts.

There were more things she didn’t know about.

“Ugh! You’re unbelievable! Why can’t you just accept that I was right!“ Chloe huffed as she slammed the door open, making everyone present jump in their seats - especially those close to the door. Adrien and Nino looked at the blonde girl wide-eyed for a moment.

You followed behind Chloe, rolling your (e/c) eyes.

“Because. You. Were. Not!“ you gritted through your teeth.

Marinette watched with pure shock. What? Huh? Was she missing something?

Chloe sat at her usual seat and you followed her, sitting next to her as Sabrina gladly moved aside. She learnt that it was better to keep her distance from you and Chloe when you two were like this,

“I was so right, (Y/N)! Don’t be-“

“-Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,“ you finished instead of Chloe, rolling your eyes. “But you were not! You were wrong, you didn’t even listen to me!“ you shot back while taking textbook out of your backpack.

Chloe gasped dramatically. “Oh don’t you-!” she lifted her phone. “I will call daddy!” she huffed. “And he’ll agree that YOU were wrong, Dupain-Cheng 2.0!” she called, using the worst insult she could come up when it came to insulting others: compare them to Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the baker girl. It had bonus points since you were actually related.

You raised an eyebrow. “I mean, that’s my surname either way,” you mumbled, not really impressed by Chloe’s imagination.

Not even Marinette seemed insulted by that, you WERE her younger twin and you DID share surname. And...when you played two player games, you were Mari’s player2. So, Marinette, although she hated agreeing with Chloe, nodded: You were Dupain-Cheng 2.0.

“Tsk, just admit that you were wrong and I was right,” Chloe demanded, waving her phone in front of your eyes.

“Your dad wasn’t even there! Stop this!“ you swatted her phone away from your face, carefully enough so she didn’t drop the expensive device.

“You stop,“ she fired back.

“No, you. Stop- hey don’t-!“ you grabbed her wrists when something clicked in her head and suddenly she wanted to fix your hair.

“You look like Marinette with this terrible hairstyle!“ she clicked her tongue, breaking from your hold and messing with your hair.

Both you and Marinette paused at the statement and frowned, knowing very well you two had different hairstyles, no matter how one looked at you two.

“There- much better,” Chloe hummed, happy with the way she messed with your hair. You frowned slightly, but smiled quickly as you realised this probably stopped the dumb argument you were having.

With a sigh, you leant back in your seat next to Chloe, glancing at your phone quietly as you recieved a message from the girl next to you. ‘Looking good like this, we should take a photo together later ;)’.

Just like that, back to normal.

Marinette was left staring, completely dumbfounded. What just happened? How’s it all calm now? What happened to the storm? Why were YOU arguing with Chloe in the first place? What about? What-? How-? When-?

She didn’t even realise her mouth was open until she felt Alya’s gentle hand on her chin, closing Marinette’s mouth.

“Alya- did... you just witness the same thing as I? WHy do they seem so close? Did I miss something?“ she questioned her best friend, who gave a small shrug.

“Honestly, I am not even sure what I just witnessed. What were they even arguing about?“

[iwadori]

Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

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Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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[zodiyack]

Promises

Requested by anon: Omg hi again may I request a Sherlock Holmes x reader were they get married and have kids! Thank you <3

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader

Warnings: One smut-indication?, funny angst, fluffity fluff, no proof-reading

Words: 1,953

Summary: (See Request)

Note: I’m making this a continuation of Reminders if that’s ok with you-

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Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Tears were shed, laughs were scattered, cheers were shouted. Sherlock had made good on his promise and married the lovely beautiful artist. He couldn’t stray his eyes from hers the entire wedding. It was difficult to even form words with how breathtaking the angel in front of him looked. Did they really expect him to say vows with this gift from the heavens standing right before him?!

Although Sherlock found it hard, he managed to spit out the words that caught in his throat. You’d hardly be able to tell he was a nervous wreck; the loving words that should bind them in mere moments came from his lips like poetry.

As soon as they were wed, Sherlock was eager to have his wife to himself. The entire after-party, he sat beside her with his leg bouncing impatiently, and that night he’d made love to her more times than they’d ever done in a week. A new record. He made it known that his promise was good.

What was to come after, though, was surely to be expected.

“Rin, stop moving sweetie.” She begged calmly for what felt like the thousandth time. Her youngest daughter fidgeted in the chair. She looked like a baby-doll propped up in an adults’ chair with how small she was. Painting her children was not uncommon for Y/n. They loved to model for their mother but most of the time her children could just barely stay still.

Their oldest, Eddie, a nickname for Edward, was goofy and had a heart like his aunt’s, both Enola and Eddie more child-like than times would prefer. Second oldest, Will Claud, short for William Claud, was determined, like his father, but had a habit of over doing it. He was the strict and ...well, the nerd brother. Will Claud just wanted to impress his father and mother, but he seemed to listen to his uncle Mycroft too much.

Next born was Alice. She had her mother’s skill in art as well as her father’s skill in mystery. She and Will Claud were born not too long from each other, so it was no surprise that they were constantly wrestling for the spotlight. Alice didn’t try to outwit her brother as much as he did her, but she wasn’t new to winning.

Finally, the twins; Clayton and Catherine. Clayton was mischievous and didn’t hesitate to make it known, but Catherine, sitting in that chair across her mother as her soft skin is replicated by paint onto a canvas of color, was practically an angel.

While the other children would hurdle over each other to get to their father every time he stepped through the front doors, Cathy would wait beside her mother politely before walking to her father slowly. Her siblings would part, forming a walkway in the middle as if she were royalty.

So then the joke was made and the chair painting was currently underway. They had to find the right chair, and they did. It looked so elegant, so royally distinguished. It looked perfect. Fit for a queen.

And that was what the joke was. That Catherine was the “queen”. Not a very funny one without context, Cathy’s siblings later found out, but a good one to tease her with. However, queen Cathy didn’t mind it. In fact, she was quick to drop into character, the smoothest transition known to man-kind. 

While, yes, Catherine’s character was rather humorous, it still held some concerns. Would she become the lordly queen her siblings tried to paint her as? Would she ever realize it was all a joke her siblings made up? Growing up was never something she forced on her children, but she didn’t want to have them growing too used to a title like that. Y/n joked to her husband one night in bed as they held the sleeping majesty, whom had crawled into their bed without reason.

“I’m highly aware she’s ‘the queen’ and all, but I really hope she doesn’t decide she’d like to adopt the complete role. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if my baby became my nightmare. The other four are already so much work.” She chuckled as she brushed some of Catherine’s hair behind her ear.

Sherlock looked at his sleeping daughter. She looked so at peace, just as she always did, and he nodded yet noted his disagreement. “I doubt she’d ever become such a hassle. She’s been so patient and kind, I can’t see her actually devolving a bad side. Clayton, sure, but his sister?” Their eyes flicked up to meet each others. A beat later and they were in hushed snickers.

“Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“When will daddy be returning home?” She had relaxed her facial muscles, if only she’d done so with her limbs- make it easier for her mother, and held a casual tone of voice. Another thing with Catherine; she was harder to read than most.

“I’m not sure, my dear. He should be back before supper...” Y/n lifted her head to peak over the easel and watch her three older kids as they played with Clayton. He was a tough kid, but always overestimated how tough he really was. Y/n felt concern fill her gut when he first begged to play with his older siblings, but she let him anyways, Sherlock being the one to thank for that decision.

“Good. I want to sit next to him tonight. And you. I want to sit next to both of you, mummy.” She gave her mother a small smile, which she returned, before adjusting to her original pose.

Y/n paused after she finished the details involving the chair and Cathy. “Catherine, you do realize that I sit next to your father at dinner, right? And Eddie sits on his other side...that is, if Willy loses their fight tonight...I wonder why they don’t just take turns...” She muttered the last few sentences to herself in heavy contemplation.

“Mhm! You can sit next to him too!” The little girl watched her mother process her question with wide eyes of anticipation. She realized Y/n still didn’t quite understand and was quick to explain. “I can sit on your lap, mummy! Like when I was this big!” Catherine held up her hands to show an overexaggerated space between her small hands that supposedly represented her only one or two years ago.

“Well... Daddy and I can talk about it when he gets home. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm! But I don’t want to crush the new me, so don’t be afraid to tell me no, mummy, okay?!” Her innocence was adorable, but not more than the grin that sat upon her lips.

Clayton rushed in, causing Y/n to instinctively reach for her easel protectively. He chortled to himself before announcing what was on his mind. “It’s not a new you, Cathy, it’s a new me! I’ll bet you on it, I’m shore I have the funs!”

“Clayton Luther Holmes!” Y/n’s eyes doubled in size. “Who taught you about betting?”

Her son ignored her question and continued, “Besides, what if I want to sit on mother’s lap?!”

“We can’t both sit on mummy- what about the baby?”

“Uhh, it can move, no doy?! It can move just like Will Claud tells me to. It doesn’t need to be shell-fish!” Clayton muttered bitterly. “If Will Claud really wants to call someone his funny names, he should call the baby them.” His time with the older kids was undoubtfully the reasoning behind the failed attempts of words he didn’t fully understand.

“Do you mean ‘selfish?’“

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Don’t you agree, mummy? See, she agrees!” Clayton tried to argue with his twin, but his words had no effect on her. Catherine stared at him blankly, confused like her mother.

“Mummy didn’t say anything, Clayton. She said we can talk about it when daddy gets home, so you can wait here with me.” She scooted over a bit in the chair and pat beside her. Clayton shot her a look of distaste and ran back out into the yard.

“That was...odd.” Y/n blinked. 

“He did remind me though, mummy... The baby can’t move... maybe I could sit with daddy instead?” Catherine sounded reassuring, her feathery voice calming her mother.

Which she really needed. She could hardly focus on her painting now. Her heart was begging for Sherlock to walk through the front doors already, spare her from another interruption that would throw her off-course for the fifth time that evening.

Like magic, her wish was granted and a knock sounded on the study door. Both Catherine and Y/n’s heads snapped toward Sherlock entering the room. “How’s her-majesty doing?” He smirked at Cathy as he set down his case. “I heard from two little competitive detectives that mummy is creating a masterpiece of her masterpiece! Are the rumors true?”

“That they are, detective. Seems you’ve found out the surprise before it could surprise you.” Catherine giggled as her father lifted her from the soft red chair and spun her around before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So, my little queen, how are you?”

“Good.” She smiled brightly. “How are you? Did mummy ask you yet?”

Sherlock turned to face Y/n, who looked away as fast as she could- wide eyes and all. “Did mummy ask me what, Rin?”

“If I could sit with you or her during supper? I would sit on mummy’s lap, but I don’t want to hurt the baby, and even if I could, Clay wants to sit on her too. I don’t want to make it unfair!” Catherine frowned. “I told him he could wait with me until you were here to talk about it but he didn’t want to.”

“I’ll tell you what. Since mummy has the baby, you can sit with her and I’ll have Clayton sit with me.”

“Yeah! He moves around a lot and we want to be extra careful with mummy and mini-baby, right?” Sherlock nodded, Y/n still trying to figure out what her daughter was saying, and sent Cathy off to play with her siblings until Alice finished supper. It wasn’t intended for Y/n’s pregnancy, but it certainly helped. A system in which the kids could claim nights to help out with meals. Alice loved to make dinners while Edward loved to bake. The smell of a delicious homecooked meal was never lacking in the Holmes house.

“Hear that? Mini-baby gets to sit next to the queen tonight.”

“I’m jealous, quite frankly.” Sherlock’s grin never ceased to bring Y/n’s to her face. Though she was exhausted, her husband made her feel calm and peaceful. “So, our five little reminders never cease to remind you, do they?”

“No...and don’t forget the sixth, Mr. Holmes.”

“Believe me, I haven’t, Mrs. Holmes. I’m simply awaiting their arrival. Perhaps a few more before I needn’t anymore reminders?”

“Mayhaps...however- Let’s talk about it when I’m no longer expecting, please. I’m already resisting the urge to collapse.” Sherlock chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched his wife struggle to the doors before helping her. His arms scoop her up and carry her to their room. They passed the paintings that hung upon the walls, portraits of Sherlock, portraits of their children, a portrait by her mother in law of their wedding day. The wall was home to their present and past, providing room for their future as well.

They were in their room for only a few minutes before a loud chatter followed them. Both adults closed their eyes and prepared themselves for their little ones who would burst through their doors at any moment. His promise was good, and they had five, almost six, reminders to show for proof.

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Grow Old With Me | Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer Reid never imagined growing old with someone, but then suddenly it happens within a blink of an eye, and it's perfect. Inspired heavily by the song Grow Old With Me by Tom Odell, and featuring Dad! Spencer.

Warnings: mentions of children, allusions to sex.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5 k

A/N: I honestly meant to write something in my request list next, but then I listened to this song for the first time in over a year, and my brain was just like...Will you've gotta write something now. So, it's now 2.30 am, and I haven't properly edited it, but I hope you enjoy a little look into the life I think Spencer deserves. Also helps to listen to the song while you're reading.

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I can feel you breathing With your hair on my skin As we lie here within The night

I'll pull the sheets When it's cold on your feet Cuz you'll fall back to sleep Every time

It all started after one night together. One night of blissful love, of heated lust and a desire to have each other so close that nothing could distract you from the moment at hand. It was in Spencer’s bed where he first said, ‘I love you', where he first took you in his arms under the covers and made it clear he had no plans to let go, and it was in his bed where the both of you slept together for the first time, a mixture of tangled limbs, strewn around blankets and the light from the moon shining against your bodies. On that night, Spencer knew, as he watched you sleep, a soft smile curling his lips, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And as the night turned into morning, as the cool spring breeze drifted through the window and you stretched in his arms, Spencer could only chuckle quietly as he tucked you back under the covers, pulling the sheets over your feet and humming as you laid against his chest. This was the perfect picture of all his dreams coming true, and he knew he wouldn’t ever trade it for the world.

Grow old with me Let us share what we see And oh the best it could be Just you and I

It didn’t take you long to realise that Spencer was in this relationship for the long haul, that he was going to fight to have every moment with you, to hold you as long as he could and to give you all the love in the world until your time on earth was up. You realised when he asked you to move in with him, and for a man who didn’t like changes, or going out of his way to make his life different, you knew as he held out the small silver key, that this meant something to Spencer.

“You…you want me to move in with you? Spencer, are you sure?” He nods furiously, knowing there’s no way he’s going to regret his decision any time soon. Standing up, he walks around the couch that the two of you are sitting on, and he gestures to the empty to one of the bookshelves that are now empty, previously jam-packed with his books.

“I’m sure, Y/N. Look! I made space in the bookshelves for all your books, and I emptied out half of my wardrobe for your clothes, and…and I just thought that this could be where you call home, from now on. And I know it’s sudden and we’ve only been dating for what…two months? But I know that I don’t want to share a place with anyone else, let alone wake up to an empty bed ever again.” You were kissing him then, taking the key happily while he could only smile against your mouth.

“Of course, I’ll move in with you, Spencer Reid. There’s no one I’d rather live with. Especially if it means I get to share a bed.” He laughs openly at your words and pulls you into a hug that you swear makes your stomach flutter and heart pound even harder, especially when he kisses you right underneath your ear and keeps whispering that he loves you as if you’re going to forget any time soon.

And our hands they might age And our bodies will change But we'll still be the same As we are

We'll still sing our song When our hair ain't so blonde And our children have sung We were right

Spencer’s greatest honour in life was having the privilege to see you grow, body ever-changing as the both of you got older, his chestnut-coloured hair being flecked with streaks of grey, and your face slowly taking on lines of age that he found so very beautiful. He loved everything about you, loved how even as the two of you aged, you still loved to lay yourself over his lap while he read, or how you danced around the kitchen while you cooked. And you loved every single thing about your doctor, from the way he smiled that little smile that made his eyes squint and cheeks blush, to how he never seemed to be warm enough, wanting an endless number of blankets, sweaters or even your body to swallow him up, to keep him warm and in turn, keep him safe from all the horrors of the world.

He loved thinking back to all those years ago when he married you, when he took you as his partner for the rest of his life, and how the both of you danced until the sun came up, surrounded by those that loved you and you loved just as much. He thought you could never look more beautiful than you did on your wedding day, dressed simply for the little ceremony in Rossi’s backyard, but every morning when he sees you for the first time, in the sun that shines through the window and under fresh bed covers, he’s constantly waking up in awe, wondering how on earth he was so lucky.

But then the two of you became four, a set of twins making the little family that Spencer had always dreamed of, and suddenly Spencer thought that everything was perfect, that nothing could beat the feeling he went to bed with every night; happiness, love and perfection all around him after he puts his son and daughter to bed, pulls you into his arms and listens to your heartbeat against his chest, and he knows that he’s a lot luckier than most people, and he’s eternally grateful for that.

And the hairs they stand up And my feet start to thump Yer the feeling is dreaming Around

You'll be the one Make me hurt, make me come Make me feel like I'm real And alive

In the early stages of your relationship, every moment with you was filled with his racing heart, the fierce fear that he would embarrass himself in front of you and a love that burned so bright both of you were scared you were going to be burned. But then, as the dust settled and a familiar rhythm formed, Spencer quickly calmed down. Sure, his heart still thumped loudly in his chest, and he still wanted to make you smile and laugh with him and not at him, but he knew that everything was going to be okay.

He knew without a doubt that you made him feel alive, that he existed for more than just his brain and that you loved him endlessly when you kissed him and held him. He knew you were undoubtedly his, that you would never want anyone else, and he held tight to that truth every time the two of you fought.

You both knew the fights meant nothing, both knew that you only fought when work was becoming too much and the both of you were tired, at the ends of your tethers and feeling overwhelmed by raising a family and being there for each other. But once the pain had passed, apologies accepted and loving regret-filled kisses exchanged, and the two of you always ended up in bed together, wrapped around each other until the sun rose or your children woke, whatever came first as you grew older.

Grow old with me Let us share what we see And oh the best it could be Just you and I

Spencer Reid thought he’d never end up with someone, never had someone to grow old with him, to share a life and a house and an endless amount of mornings, evenings and time in between. He’d never believed that someone would ever love him enough to spend their life with him, to kiss him when he woke, to make him dinner after a long night, to fall asleep in his lap on the couch or even promise themselves to him. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever have children, or a little slice of happiness that everyone else seemed to think he deserved after all the horrors he’d experienced. But suddenly he had it, and he was never going to let go, especially right now, as you wrapped yourself around him as you watched your twins do homework at the dinner table.

“You know, I never thought this would be my life.” It was a whisper against the material of his sweater, but he heard it all the same as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh yeah, what did you expect, my darling?” You smile at his question and tilt your head up to look at him, brushing some of his curls out of his eyes.

“Something boring, not something as perfect as this.” He hums in response to your statement and swoops you in for a sweet kiss that your twins groan at, complaining about seeing their parents kissing in the kitchen. But the two of you can only laugh, telling them that they’ll be doing the exact same thing when they’re older, and even as they roll their eyes and turn back to their homework, Spencer can’t stop looking down at you, so in love, so happy and so grateful to grow old with you.

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[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 7)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman-- even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: almost 3k?

warnings: slight breeding kink (but only if you speak romanian aksjghakgjhg), angst, violence (in the form of a fistfight, which the reader isn’t involved in)

Just as you always did, you woke up to sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains, and a cool breeze blowing by.  What was peculiar was Sebastian next to you, sleeping peacefully as his chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths.  You let yourself watch him for a moment before you decided to try to sneak out for a cup of coffee.  Problem was, the bed was sort of creaky and it was very difficult to move without making sound.  Your plan was to move as slowly as possible, keeping your weight evenly distributed over the mattress, and it worked rather well— right until the last second, of course, when a loud shift of the boxsprings beneath you made Sebastian stir and blink open his eyes.

You were about to apologize for waking him, but he grinned and slipped his arms around you, bringing you back to where you started and surrounding your body with his warm, muscular form.

“Bună dimineata,” he hummed as he pulled you closer, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than normal.

“Bună dimineata,” you did your best to repeat it back, making him smile even though your pronunciation wasn’t great.  “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied softly, heavily accented and clearly more a recreation of the sounds you’d made than real English, but still intelligible and so painfully adorable as well.  “A fost uimitor aseară.”

“Last night…” you began, but you didn’t even know where to begin.  What could you possibly say about that?  Would it even matter, if he can’t understand it.  “God, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurted out with a soft laugh.

“Sa o facem din nou,” he growled as he pulled you closer and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth instantly.  A more self-conscious you— as in, you yesterday— would’ve worried about morning breath, but you now couldn’t taste anything but him and couldn’t feel anything but his lips on yours and couldn’t do anything but weave your fingers into his hair.

You moaned when his kisses trailed down your neck, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into his body one more time, but you had other things to attend to.

“I need to get up,” you announced as you tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tighter and brushed his lips over your shoulder.

“Nu, nu, nu te dice,” he cooed, making you laugh and squirm.  “Stai in pat, fă dragoste cu mine toata ziuă.”

“I have to get up, I’ll be right back,” you tried to explain but he stayed ever vigilant as he held you tight and licked over the shell of your ear.  Finally you managed to get him to stop, as much as you didn’t really want him to, allowing you to slip out from under the covers and find your robe where it had been discarded on the floor.  

He watched you as you crossed the room and popped into the bathroom for your bag, pulling your birth control pack out of it and using a handful of tap water to wash down your morning pill.  “Ah,” Sebastian seemed to have a realization from the bed, and you giggled.

“Told you it was important,” you grinned.

“Probabil cel mai bine să nu ai un copil cu un străin,” he nodded, “dar nu sunt sigur că m-ar fi deranjat atât de mult dacă te-aș fi însărcinat.”

Following suit, he stretched briefly before getting out of bed and searching for his discarded jeans and boxers.  You made no effort to hide your ogling as you watched his cock swing between his legs.  Even soft it was thick enough that you couldn’t figure how it ever fit inside you (the delightful soreness between your legs reminded you that it was no easy feat).  He took note of your staring and grinned devilishly, leaning against the wall to give you a better look.  “Îți place ce vezi?” he purred.

“Should’ve known this would all go straight to your ego,” you chuckled.  “I’m gonna go downstairs for some coffee.  Do you want some?  Cafea?”

“Da,” he nodded, as he slipped his clothes back on, “mulțumesc.”  Funny how his idea of getting dressed still left him half-naked.

Foolishly, you expected him to let you pass, since you were both going to benefit from your trip to the kitchen; but of course he had to slip his arms around you from behind and give you just one more embrace, making you sigh and relax your head back against his shoulder.  He kissed the top of your head and you hummed happily, letting your eyes open to look up at him before taking a moment to look out the window you happened to be standing right beside.

You were just hoping to appreciate the countryside scenery, meaning that you were rather shocked and confused to see a car pulling up.  When it stopped and the driver stepped out, your eyes went wide and your back suddenly straightened itself.

“...Michael?” you gasped.  You wrenched yourself out of Sebastian’s grasp and started to run down the stairs.  He called after you but you ignored it.

Barreling down the stairs and out the door, you found your husband walking up the driveway.

“Honey,” he frowned when he saw you, “I’ve been trying to find you since you left— what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing a robe?”

“It’s hardly nine in the morning,” you defended before you realized there were much bigger topics at hand: “Michael, what are you doing here?” you asked, after a few seconds of confused stuttering.

“I’m taking you home!” he replied, as if it were obvious.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “don’t play stupid.  Do you think I’ve been here against my will, or by accident or something?”

“No, I saw your letter,” he sighed.

“And you saw the part where I said not to look for me, and that all future communication would come through my lawyer?”

“You’re my wife,” he replied coldly, “I think I’m within my rights to talk to you directly.”

“You shouldn’t have come here.  I was actually happy before you showed up.”

With perfect timing, Sebastian stepped out the door behind you, looking to you and to Michael, and back.  “Ce se întâmplă?” he asked you.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Michael asked accusingly.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to ask me that again, in a way that doesn’t make it seem like you have any place to judge what I might be doing alone with a man,” you hissed.  “He’s just the groundskeeper, Mike.”

“Then why is he shirtless?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know!  He… does that a lot!” you exasperatedly shouted back.

“Look, I’m not angry,” Michael sighed.  You laughed bitterly.

“Good, cause you have no right to be.”

“But I think it’s fair if I’m worried about you spending months alone with strange men.”

“Oh, strange, is that the problem?  Strangeness?  Would some more familiarity— perhaps a familial relationship— between you and these men make it easier on you, Mike?”

“Honey, please—”

“Don’t call me that,” you grimaced.

Michael stormed towards you, and you felt Sebastian step closer to you as well, wrapping an arm around you.  Having him by your side made this significantly more awkward, but it made you feel safer, too.

“Hey man, get your hands off my wife,” Michael growled, pointing a finger at Seb.

“He doesn’t speak English,” you rolled your eyes.  

“Well, I’m not sure you do either— otherwise you would realize that we’re still married, and you need to come home.”

“Just because you won’t sign the papers doesn’t mean we’re still together,” you reminded him sternly as shook your head.

“I’ll end it with your sister, is that what you want?”

You laughed, because you were afraid if you didn’t that you would cry.  “Jesus, Michael!  Are you hearing yourself?  This sounds like a greek tragedy, or fucking EastEnders!  Next I’ll be discovering I have an evil twin, and you’ll bang her too!”

He was a lot more offended by that than you expected.  “It was never just sex.  I love her.  But I love you more,” he clarified, suddenly getting serious.

You chuckled weakly, hardly believing what you were hearing.  It’s not that he was ever particularly nice, or romantic or anything, but at some point in his life he had been incredibly intelligent… and now he barely made sense at all.  “Wow, you sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”

He frowned, clearly losing what little cool he’d had at first.  He had always had a bit of a temper.  “For better or for worse, we’re still legally married— damn it, we’ve been together for how long now?  And you’re ready to throw that all away?”

“No, but you were,” you spat back.

“But I wasn’t, and I’m still not.  You’ve gotta hear me out—”

“I don’t have to do anything—”

“No, you’re not listening to me—” he talked over you, again.

“I don’t owe you any more of my time—”

“Damn it, why won’t you just listen!” he growled, grabbing you by the arm suddenly.  Instantly, Sebastian stepped forward and pushed him back.

“Sebastian, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe him.  

“Hey, could you maybe tell your boytoy to keep his filthy hands off me?” Michael demanded at the same time.

“Mai bine ai grijă,” Sebastian hissed, also at the same time.

“I literally can’t,” you answered Michael.  “I told you he doesn’t speak English.”

“Yeah, well, I think some things transcend language,” Michael bit back.  “Tell me something, pal,” he addressed Sebastian, “did you fuck my wife?”

“Sper că nu spui ce cred că ești,” Sebastian shook his head, clearly on the end of his rope.

“Mike, leave him alone,” you demanded, but it came out sounding so much weaker than you meant it to.

“Did you,” Michael pointed to Sebastian, going so far as to poke him in the chest condescendingly, “fuck—” he mimed thrusting his hips, and you grimaced— “my wife?”— finally, he pointed to you.

Sebastian certainly understood that; and, in lieu of an answer, he socked Michael right in the jaw and sent him straight to the ground.

“Oh my god!” you yelped, dashing over to where your husband was crumpled into a ball on the gravel and kneeling beside him.

“What the fuck?!” Michael gurgled, holding his face in shock and pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked anxiously, spinning to look at where Sebastian was standing and looking much too proud of himself, shaking out the hand he’d just hit Michael with.  “Sebastian!” you scolded, making him give you a defensive look.

“Ce?” he shrugged flippantly, though he clearly felt a little guilty when it became obvious that you were irritated with him.

And that was how you ended up here, standing in the living room and tapping your foot quickly, staring at the couch where Michael sat with a bag of ice held to his jaw, Sebastian beside him (though as far away as possible) resting with another on his hand.

“You had no business coming here,” you informed your husband coldly.

“You wouldn’t know about this place if it weren’t for me,” he reminded you.  “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I thought you wouldn’t care,” you corrected.

His silence was stern, and he gave you one of those looks that used to scare you but now just made loathing and pity sink down in your chest.  It was ambiguous if he was too angry to reply or if he really had no defense.  After all, what reason did you have to believe that he would care about your leaving?

"If you're here to make me rescind the divorce order, it's not going to happen.  I'm not leaving with you.  I'm not forgiving you.  Please just go," you sighed.

"That's not why I came.  None of that is why I'm here," he mumbled.  "I came here…" he straightened up slightly, raising his voice confidently.  "I came here to tell you that I love you.  I need you.  And I want you back."

Now that he was looking right back at you, suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and turned your gaze away again.  

"Whatever you need me to do to fix this, I'll do it.  We'll get through this.  Isn't that what marriage is?  Fighting for each other, struggling together?"  He stood up and approached you, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders; you almost flinched when you felt his touch, but resisted the urge, glancing up at his face before looking over at Sebastian whose injured hand was twitching as he looked away with a tight jaw.  "Tell me how to make this right, please."

You tried not to look as Sebastian as you processed Michael's request; similarly, it seemed he was trying not to look at you.  But even if you ignored this new, peculiar romance in your life, your marriage was still broken beyond repair and you couldn't imagine anything that could change that.  "I'm sorry," you finally whispered, watching Michael's face fall, "I don't think there's anything you can do." 

He released you from his grip, less angry than you expected; more somber.  "I want to stay and work this out," he explained.  "Better yet, I want you to come back to London— come back home— so we can be together and discuss everything there.  But I'm only going to ask you one more time before I leave: stay with me.  You don't need to forgive me, or even love me again, at least not yet… just give me a chance to try to earn everything I took for granted."

You'd imagined this moment so many times: cursing him out, making him grovel, kicking him to the curb.  To be completely honest, you'd even imagined potentially taking him back.  But now that you were here and it was, somehow, real, your desire for vengeance was fading along with your desire for reconciliation.  

"I have something I need to give you," you whispered, walking upstairs and going back into your room, getting on your hands and knees to search the floor.  Finally, discarded in a dusty corner with slightly uneven floorboards, you found the ring you'd tossed aside the night before.  Fighting back against the tears welling in your eyes, you picked it up and came downstairs, holding it outward for Michael to take.  

"I'm not taking that back," he refused, shaking his head.  "You keep it for a while longer, until you're sure this is really what you want."

"I'm sure.  I'm moving on.  Take it back," you demanded.  He sighed but reached out and plucked it from between your fingers, pocketing it though still wearing his own golden band.  "Besides, my sister might want it."

He scoffed, turning as he began to walk away.  "You're cold."

"Frozen solid," you agreed.  "Goodbye, Michael… drive safe."

He shook his head and made a sharp exhale as he walked away, nearly slamming the door behind him.  You stared off into space as Sebastian silently watched you; you didn’t want him to see you cry, but it was starting to seem unavoidable as your lip quivered and your eyes grew wide with tears.

“Shhh,” he soothed gently, standing up and stepping forward to pull you into his arms.  “Nu plânge, e în regulă.”

"God, I'm so stupid," you whispered between sobs muffled against his chest.  "I'm so fucking stupid…"

He whispered to you and kissed the top of your head, repeating one thing over and over that you couldn't make out well against the sound of your own crying filling your ears.

But even without knowing what he was saying or what it meant, it made you feel better.

As evening approached, you realized a new predicament had arisen: would Sebastian stay in your room again?  Would you go to his?  Or would you sleep separately, maybe even drift back to just being essentially housemates after a unique one-night stand?

Your questions were answered suddenly when Sebastian suddenly came to the couch and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal a little before you relaxed and let him carry you to his room.  He all but threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Already you felt more comfortable with him than you sometimes felt with people you'd known most of your life; you didn't feel self-conscious when he ran his hands over your body, you didn't try to suppress your moans when he kissed your neck for fear of sounding ridiculous— and maybe that was just because it was such a fantastical situation, so unlike yourself and so far from home, that it was easy to feel like a different person with him.

Or maybe it was that you'd spent so long trying to be somebody that people liked, and now you were being yourself for the first time in decades.

You couldn't really be sure.  And since your brain short-circuited every time Sebastian whispered something in your ear that just sounded filthy regardless of what it actually meant, you didn't have the time to think about it.

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raven-san, can we please have a wedding crashing where jade needs to marry this girl from another crime family to consolidate power and become the next head of the leech mob :)) but floyd's like I'M BORED and annoyed that his brother's being snatched up by a random chick, so he asks basketball bros, and azul, to help save jade?

This one is super long, so I added some extra sections and placed the rest of the wedding crashing below the cut!

***Spoilers for Jamil and Floyd’s Unique Magic!!***

"I object to this wedding...!"

Pre-Wedding Jitters

A call comes for the twins in the dead of night, without warning. It’s their parents with exciting news: they’re naming Jade as the next Don Leech. The catch? The Leech mob’s in the middle of a merger with the Worm mob, and he’ll have to marry Don Worm’s daughter to secure the deal.

Jade, ever the dutiful son, is honored by his future title and calmly agrees to the arrangement. On the other hand, Floyd’s annoyed by the idea, and can’t keep quiet about his irritation. He calls out to his twin in the darkness.

“... Ne, Jade.”

“Ee, Floyd?”

“Are you really okay with going through with this? You’re just gonna do what they said? Even though you don’t know the Worms at all? Even if you’ve never met that girl before?”

“It is a request coming directly from father and mother. How could I refuse them? And, furthermore... If I do not undertake this task, then it would fall to you, the next choice to inherit the title of Don Leech. I cannot allow that to come to pass--fufu. You do so enjoy your freedom, yes?”

“... Jade, you’re so dumb sometimes. What’ll happen to your freedom, then? Will you get so busy with being the big boss and being married... that you won’t have time to play anymore?”

“... Perhaps. But that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

That thought doesn’t sit well with Floyd--not at all.

“I trust that you will make your own fun of the situation,” Jade reassures him. “You always do.”

As the weeks pass, Floyd sees less and less of Jade around, since he has to prepare for the wedding. Jade reassures him that he’s doing just fine, but Floyd can see right through his lies. He can tell that Jade’s more frazzled than usual--there’s a lingering to his words, and a longing in his eyes, savoring every last bit of autonomy he has before his fate is forever sealed.

Floyd hates it. He hates being lied to by his own brother, and he hates feeling powerless to stop the wedding. Floyd’s so angry that he develops this murderous aura in the weeks leading up to the wedding, which makes everyone around him shy away.

One day, he gets sick of being in the water--it’s a reminder of the wedding to come--so Floyd plays basketball on land to vent. He ends up chomping down so hard that he deflates a ball, then dunks another basketball so hard, he breaks the net.

He sprawls out on the ground and angrily shouts at the sky. His basketball bonks him on the head... and that’s when an idea hits him: maybe he can’t stop the wedding alone, but no one said he couldn’t phone some friends.

Assembling the Dream Team

Floyd first dials up Azul, who agrees to help after some whining and signing a contract agreeing to pay Azul handsomely for his services (... although truthfully, the octopus does want to help Jade, but doesn't immediately agree to do it because of his pride as a businessman).

Floyd also calls his old basketball buddies for help! Jamil and Ace are much more adamant than Azul, but Floyd strongarms them into pitching in. ("Umihebi-kun, Kani-chan, if you don't help me rescue Jade, I'll get suuuper mad, you know? I don't think you'll like me when I get mad. Moray eels are strong hunters, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem for me to track you guys down and give you a good squeeze~" "OKAY, OKAY, WE'LL DO IT!!")

Together, the four boys meet up to scheme of a way to disrupt the wedding without jeopardizing the Leech mob's future. Floyd actively leads the discussion, allowing his hidden genius to come to the surface.

Ace doesn’t contribute much to the strategy (laid out by Azul), but he does keep the spirit up with some jokes. Meanwhile, Jamil provides snacks for them when they work late into the night (though he keeps passing semi-glares to Azul whenever the octopus compliments him or tries to be friendly).

In preparation for the crashing, Azul brews some potions to give Jamil and Ace so they can take on temporary merforms. After all, the wedding will be underwater, in the Coral Sea, and they’ll need tail fins.

The date of destiny draws ever closer... and Floyd's never been so excited to cause chaos in his whole life.

The Crashing - Team Azul & Jamil

They split into two pairs on the day of the wedding—Azul and Jamil, and Floyd and Ace. Floyd uses his position as the future son-in-law to Don Worm to arrange a meeting between himself and the don... except Azul and Jamil will show up instead.

Don Worm shows up to the meeting in his finest clothes (which is very little, given that he’s a merman), sounding a bit annoyed the sudden summoning. “Make this quick, I’ve got to go see my baby girl’s big day... Wait. You fellas aren’t the F. Leech boy.”

“No, we aren’t, sir. We are his representatives... Proxies, if you will,” Azul insists, giving his warmest and most welcoming smile. He uses a tentacle to tug on Jamil’s tail, forcing him to smile too. “You see, there is an important business matter we needed to discuss with you on behalf of Floyd.”

“Hoh? And what would that be?”

“I believe my business associate would be better off explaining the matter than myself.” Azul gestures to Jamil, who has his head down.

“Oi, what’s with you? Don’t you know who I am, boy? It’s rude to not look your elders in the eye when they are speaking to you!! Show me the respect I deserve, from one professional to another!!”

“My apologies, sir.” Jamil looks up, locking eyes with the mob boss. “... Is this better?”

“Yes, that’s...”

“Snake Whisper.”

Don Worm suddenly goes glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. Azul claps at the sight, showering his partner with compliments. “As expected of the talented Jamil-san! Even one look from you can bring a mafia lord to his downfall. Truly, your Unique Magic is most impressive!”

“Save your flattery for later.”

Azul’s lips curl into a smirk as he whips out a golden contract from his briefcase and offers it to the don. “Now then, if you wouldn’t mind, sir... sign on the dotted line.”

The Crashing - Team Floyd & Ace

Ace and Floyd rush to the wedding venue, their tails cutting through the water like knives as they swim at a breakneck pace. Ace can barely keep up with Floyd, who surges far ahead.

“H-Hey, should we really be barging in like this?! Don’t mob families have weapons and other dangerous stuff? Is there a backdoor we can take instead? Hello?! Floyd-senpai, are you listening to me?!” (He isn’t.)

The open, underwater comes into view, and Floyd barrels in without any hesitation, tearing right through some decorations and knocking over the wedding cake with his tail. A loud CRASH! echoes through the waters, drawing eyes to him.

Jade stares at his brother from the altar—wide eyed, but a mirthful smile on his lips. Floyd waves to him, and then to his mom and dad in the crowd of guests. “Hiii, Jade! I’m here to pick you up now.”

The Worm girl starts sobbing, wailing something about how her special day’s been ruined, and where is her papa to put an end to this? At her signal, security guards, and some of the rougher looking guests—Worm family associates—lunge at Floyd, claws and teeth out. A few of them have produced wands, and what seem to be guns—loaded with harpoons.

“Bind the Heart!” Objects and stray magic go flying in all directions, hitting both people and wedding decorations. Cloth tears, columns crumble—but it’s one man against many, and he can only bind so many hearts before the blot starts to stack.

Ace makes it just in time, sending their foes and their weapons hurtling through the water with a blast of wind. “This is why I said to be careful, dammit! Your Unique Magic’s such a crapshoot—don’t just use it whenever, or you’ll be sushi!!!”

“Ahahahah! Kani-chan’s being all heroic today! That’s so cute. Don’t worry, I can play my part, too...!!”

Using his tail, Floyd hooks around a drifting merman and chucks him straight into another. They collide with a CRACK!—but Floyd barely registers it. He’s already bolting off, grabbing heads and smashing them together, slicing through others like a knife through butter.

There’s a crazed, frenzied look to him, gleeful laughter cutting through the waters and mixing with the Worm bride’s screeching. I forgot how scary Floyd-senpai can be, Ace realizes. (Jade and Floyd’s parents are cheering for him from their seats.)

Jade looks quite proud of his brother, even laughing along to the brutal slaughterfest. His bride stares at him incredulously. “Stop that brute! He’s ruining MY special day!!”

“No,” Jade replies calmly. “I don’t think I will. This is far too amusing to let it end so soon.”

She lets out a frustrated scream and launches herself at her groom, hands going for his throat. The Worm girl is slammed back with a strong hit to her gut, courtesy of Jade’s tail.

She flies back, slamming into a column—and feels a tail wrapping around her and squeezing tight. Constricting her to the point where it was difficult to breathe. A livid mermaid glares down at her, teeth bared in a snarl.

“No one lays a hand on my children,” Mama Leech declares. “No one.”

From the corner of her eye, the Worm girl can see that Jade has cast off his bow tie and flitted over to Floyd, embracing happily in a battlefield adorned with red ribbons trailing through the water. Her vision is abruptly blocked off by a broad-shouldered merman wearing a grimace.

“Now then, what shall we do with this one?” Papa Leech wonders aloud—though from his tone of voice, he has nothing good in store.

The Aftermath

“You’re all fish bait when daddy hears about this...!” the Worm girl warns, her words raspy. “Th-The merger won’t go through...! There’ll be war between the Leeches and the Worms...!”

A loud throat clearing comes from behind. “Fortunately, that won’t be happening.”

Azul and Jamil make their appearance, the octopus merman smugly showcasing a contract. “Ashengrotto—Azul Ashengrotto, legal and business extraordinaire at your service, Don Leech and Lady Leech.”

Papa Leech grunts. “What’s that you’ve got there?”

“This?” Azul’s smirk widens. “Why, it’s a prenuptial stating that, in the case that an act of violence is enacted by the bride toward the groom, the marriage is considered null and void... and the bride’s family assets are to be claimed by the groom. Signed by Don Worm himself.”

“Wh-What?! Impossible!! How did you get daddy to sign such a stupid deal?!”

“Oh,” Jamil says nonchalantly, “we have our ways.”

“So... Uh, Jade-senpai’s still gonna be the next Don Leech?! And he’s gonna be in charge of an even bigger and richer family... How is that any better than the situation before?! You’re just giving him more resources for committing crimes!”

At that moment, two hands come down on Ace’s shoulders, causing him to freeze up.

“Kani-chaaaaan! Everyone!! Thanks so much for your help~”

“Yes, you have my sincerest thanks, Ace-san, Jamil-san... Azul.”

“It is my pleasure to assist such VIP clients. Ah, but there remains the matter of my promised payment—” (Jamil and Ace internally groan at Azul’s words.)

“Payment?” Don Leech scoffs. “After the ballsy operation you boys pulled off today... I’m more inclined to give you job offers instead of a one time sum. How do you lads feel about being hired as the Leech family’s personal lawyer, interrogator, and... well, whatever the heart one is good at.”

“My, my! Such a generous and lucrative offer—“

“There is no way I’m accepting that, especially if that means working with Azul.”

“Oi, I’ll have you know I’m good at lots of stuff!! I’m the one that saved Floyd’s tail fins, is no one gonna acknowledge that?!”

“You did amazing, sweetie!!” Mama Leech chirps—her tail grip tightening until the Worm girl passes out. Ace leaps back in fright. “As a reward, why don’t you let me give you a hug?”

“S-STAY BACK!!”

“Ahahahah! Everyone’s getting along so well, Jade. Isn’t this fun? You wouldn’t be able to enjoy this if you had gone to get hitched.”

“Fufufu. You are correct, Floyd. How sad it would have been if I were to miss out on touching moments such as this. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you for thinking of me, and for rushing to my aid. I could not have asked for a better brother.”

... What Floyd doesn’t know is that this was all according to keikaku Jade’s own machinations. He would never take the order to marry lying down—but he couldn’t outright defy it without immediate consequences, either.

Thank the Great Seven Jade has reliable puppets friends to help him out of a pinch. I’ll be certain to put the additional funds we have gained to good use... Perhaps to start a little mushroom farm.

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

I’ll Be Coming Back To You (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, again! We have now entered the 80s! For reference, the 80s will be split into two parts. Song used is “Vows” By Naomi Scott (2017). Definitely worth a listen if you have the time. Let me know what you all think! :)

Summary: Life in Westview is beginning to unravel. How will Y/n manage? Will Wanda be able to keep everything under control?

As Wanda stormed away, you practically had to sprint to keep up with her. “Wanda, will you just stop?” You called after her, sighing when her steps didn’t even falter.

“Why don’t you go back to flirting with the bartender? You don’t need me there for that.” She shouted over her shoulder sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes at her response and looked around nervously at the spectacle you two were creating. Not an ideal situation for two people in hiding. “Wanda,” You hissed when you were finally able to get a hold of her hand and pull her to a stop. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Almost immediately Wanda pulled her hand back and stared you down. “She kept touching you and you didn’t stop her.” Wanda deadpanned.

Slight irritation began building at your temples as you watched the people around you stop and stare. Without a word, you took Wanda by the hand and began pulling her to walk, only receiving slight protest from the woman. 

Eventually you reached the small flat you two were supposed to hide out in for the next few days until you had to move again. 

It wasn’t until you were both safely inside that you finally dropped Wanda’s hand. “Do you realize how childish that all was? To think you used to call me reckless.” You said disbelievingly with a shake of your head as you spun around to face her.

Wanda sputtered, obviously not expecting your words. “You were flirting with someone else right in front of me!” She shouted defensively as she tried to shoulder her way passed you. 

Again, you rolled your eyes and advanced forward towards her until her back was pressed against one of the walls. “I wasn’t flirting with anyone.” You said calmly as you placed a hand on either side of her head, so she wouldn’t be able to leave. “All this because you’re jealous, Maximoff?”

Her eyes fell to your lips as she swallowed thickly. “I’m n-not-” She shook her head. “You know what? I was. I had every reason to be.” She responded honestly, her words sharp.

For a moment you just stared at one another. Unconsciously leaning in, longing to give into what you both desperately wanted. Needed. “We’re not together. You have no reason to be.” You told her quietly as you backed away. 

This was only the first couple of weeks of being on the run with Wanda and each implication of letting her back in made you uneasy which often led to you lashing out to push her away. 

You couldn’t fight when she looked at you like that though. 

“Y/n.” Wanda called as she followed after you. You busied yourself with picking up pieces of clothes around the space, refusing to look at her. “We might not be together, but-”

With your guards up, you couldn’t help the bitter retort that slipped passed your lips. “I wonder why that is? Oh, right... It involves you and a red robot.” You chuckled humorlessly with your back towards her. “So, again, no. You have no reason to be jealous.”

Pain filled Wanda’s eyes, but her resolve didn’t waver. “You can use that against me as much as you want, it’s the truth. Us not being together is my fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love you and that I’m going to keep trying... And I’m going to get jealous if other people flirt with you.”

There was silence that hung in the air for a moment until you felt her wrap her arms around you from behind. Each movement was hesitant. You tensed at the contact and could feel her begin to pull her arms away, but your hands over hers stopped her. 

You relaxed into her arms as you allowed yourself to accept the embrace. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

Wanda’s brows furrowed as her arms around you tightened. “For what?”

Nervously you worked your jaw as you tried to choose your words carefully. “For lashing out. Wanda, I wasn’t-…” You paused and took a breath. “I’d never flirt with someone else. There isn’t anyone else. There couldn’t be. I’ve tried.”

There was slight tension in Wanda’s body at your admission that you’ve tried to be with others. She quickly let it go in hopes of hearing the words she’d long for fall from your lips. “Why?”

“Why?” You echoed back to her in confusion. 

Wanda rested her chin on your shoulder, her eyes glimmering hopefully. “Yeah. Why couldn’t there be anyone else?” She probed.

You hesitated, knowing the feelings were there but you were far from ready to acknowledge them. “I can’t-… I’m not ready yet, Wanda.”

It was as though you could hear her hope shatter at your feet. “That’s okay. I can wait. I’ll wait forever for you. Just know there’s no one else for me either. I love you. And if I have to fight an endless number of bartenders for your love then I’m ready.”

You turned in her arms. “I know.” You replied softly, knowing there was nothing else you could say. You leaned your head against her chest. “Have I shown you this song?” You questioned hoping the music could say what you weren’t ready to vocalize yet.

Wanda knew what you were trying to do and couldn’t help the smile that appeared as she listened to the song softly fill the room around you with the words you couldn’t say. 

“You'll still be looking out for me, when my mind is a mess and my heart's not there…”

A tired sigh escaped your lips. “Okay, Charlotte. We’ve gone through books, we’ve played with toys, we’ve eaten. Momma just wants a little rest.” 

Despite your plea, the baby in your arms continued to cry. If the cries from downstairs were any indication, Wanda wasn’t having better luck with Billy.

With another sigh you continued rocking the baby in your arms, absentmindedly humming along to a tune in the back of your mind. After a moment or two of quiet humming you noticed Charlotte’s crying slow down ever so slightly as she stared up at you curiously. 

Deciding to take the risk, you began softly singing while continuing to rock her in your arms. “…  But I'll be coming back to you, 'cause you smell like home and your love's still there.”

You noticed the tears come to a halt as her eyes began to droop contently as you quietly finished the song. For a moment you just watched her sleep peacefully in your arms, vaguely wondering where that song came from. All that was attached to the song were flashes of Wanda in moments you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t help but feel like it was out of place.

The confusion took a back seat to your excitement though. 

Carefully you rushed downstairs, eager to show your wife the accomplishment. “I did it! I got Charlie to sleep!” 

Your eyes widened with dread as soon as the words left your mouth. Wanda turned to you happily, her smile dropping when she saw your expression. “Y/n, wha-” Her words were cut off as the baby in your arms began to wail, having been woken up from your shouting.

A small smirk appeared on Wanda’s face as you shut your eyes and attempted to compose yourself. “Not a word.” You warned as you began rocking Charlie again. Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

Wanda made her way over to you and pressed a sympathetic kiss to your cheek. “Rookie mistake, Y/ln.” She teased lightly.

Everything in you wanted to kiss the smug smirk right off Wanda’s face. “Is it Y/ln or Maximoff? We are married.” You quipped back.

Wanda’s cheeks tinged pink at your response as you blew her a playful kiss. “Maximoff.” She answered shyly, keeping herself occupied with Billy. Your heart swelled at how easily her reply came.

You grinned when you noticed the way you were both bouncing the babies to the same rhythm. “Care to dance, dear?” You asked jokingly as you wiggled your eyebrows at Wanda.

An amused laugh escaped her lips. “It’s almost like we’re on a date.” She said sarcastically. 

“What sets the mood more than our twins crying endlessly?” You responded in a mock seductive voice.

Wanda looked at you with faux hooded eyes. “Nothing gets me going more, sweetheart.” A particularly loud cry from Billy broke the playful mood as you both sighed in unison. “Darling, do you mind grabbing their binkies?” 

You moved to place Charlie in her crib as Wanda did the same for Billy. “Of course not. I’ll be right back.” You rushed out of the room as Wanda turned to face the two crying babies.

“Now, I know parents aren’t supposed to take short cuts, but I think this situation calls for one. Don’t you?” Wanda ran a nervous hand through her hair as the crying got even louder. “So... Go to sleep my babies.” She waved her hands, yet the two babies continued crying.

Once again, she waved her hands, and nothing happened. The babies did begin giggling though. Wanda placed her hands on her hips in annoyance. “Well, I don’t think it’s very funny. Why won’t you do what I want?” The moment was interrupted as you entered the room again.

“I have a special delivery of binkies for a Billy and Charlie Maximoff!” You declared as you walked over to the cribs with the items in hand. You gave one to each twin and for a moment it seemed to appease them. 

Wanda breathed out in relief. “Look, I think it’s working.” As soon as the words left her lips the twins spit out the binkies and began crying again. “Y/n, what are we doing wrong?” Wanda questioned dejectedly with a pout.

You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll figure it out. I think we just need some more practice.” 

Wanda leaned into you. “Maybe. Or maybe we just need some help.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang and in strolled Agnes before either of you could even open the door.

“Hiya, kids.” She greeted lightly as she walked over to the couch and threw the bag that was in her hands onto it. “I was just on my way to jazzercise when I heard your new bundles of joy were on a sleep strike.”

You frowned slightly as you watched the exchange, confused as to how she could have possibly known that. “Oh? Who told you that?” You questioned skeptically.

Agnes turned towards you with a playful smile. “Um. My ears.” She teased. You forced out a laugh because it felt like what you were supposed to do. “Anyway. Auntie Agnes is here, and I’ve got a couple of tricks up my sleeve.”

Wanda sighed in relief. “Oh, Agnes, you’re a lifesaver.” 

Relief was the opposite of what you felt as you watched Agnes step closer to your children. The thought of allowing a stranger to watch them put you on edge. Wanda watched you in confusion. “Actually, you know what? I think we can manage.” You stepped in front of the crib protectively with a tense smile on your face. 

For a moment Agnes shifted uncomfortably before she turned to face Wanda, an unsure look overcoming her features. “Um… do you want me to start over?”

Both you and Wanda exchanged confused glances. “I’m sorry?” Wanda replied, her brows furrowed.

“You want me to hold the babies?” Agnes questioned as she picked up the bag she had previously placed on the couch. “Should we just take it from the top?”

Tension hung in the air as Wanda let out an uncomfortable laugh. You laughed along uncertainly, not knowing what was going on. “Don’t be silly. Y/n, I think Agnes can handle it.” Wanda looked over at you with wide eyes. Almost as though she were pleading with you to let it go. 

The smile on her face made the comment seem much more easy going than it really was. You stayed silent as Agnes made her way over to the twins once again.

“Fussy babies, meet buns of steel. We dare you to stay awake.” Agnes joked, easily falling back into her carefree nature. Something felt off about the situation as you observed the way Wanda amusedly watched Agnes rock the twin’s cribs. 

Everything about the moment seemed over the top. Forced. 

“Wanda.” You called her over to where Agnes would be out of ear-shot. “What was that?”

A tentative smile overcame Wanda’s features. “What was what?” 

You bit your lip pensively as you thought over what had just occurred. “That. With Agnes just now. What Agnes said… the way she looked at you. Like she was waiting for instructions.”

Wanda reached over and gently tugged your lip until you released it. “I think she was just confused, love.” Wanda answered softly, as she reached over to caress your cheek. “She seems fine now.”

Out of reflex you found yourself leaning into her touch. Despite the comfort of the action, your mind remained conflicted. You could faintly hear Agnes making jokes, but none registered to you over the haze in your mind. “It’s just so strange.”

“Oh, that’s not fair. It’s not Agnes’ fault she has an unusually high libido.” Wanda said with an amused smile, assuming you were replying to Agnes’ comment.

You placed your hand over hers and pulled it down, so your intertwined hands rested in the space between you. “Wanda. Did you really not see what I saw?”

Again, that look that you’d found yourself becoming all too familiar with overcame Wanda’s features as her eyes flooded with worry. 

Commotion in the kitchen interrupted the moment as you both turned to find Agnes riffling through the liquor cabinet which she assured you was for the babies. Wanda turned back to you more composed. “Y/n. The twins haven’t slept in days, you and I both needed a break and Agnes was just being neighborly. Be here with me.” She pleaded.

Your response felt automatic, like the words were a promise you had made to Wanda before. Like the words were something she needed to hear and you unconsciously knew it. “I’ll always be here for you, Wanda. Unconditionally and always on your side.” You reassured her sincerely, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. 

Wanda’s eyes shone with unshed tears at your words. “Do you hear that?” you questioned before she could form a response.

Her eyes followed you skeptically as you moved forward. “Hear what?”

“Absolutely nothing!” You exclaimed excitedly as you made your way over to the cribs. 

Wanda eagerly followed after you. “They finally fell asleep!” She took your hand in hers as you both leaned over the cribs only to find them empty. “Where are the twins?”

“Mommy? Momma?” You both spun around to find the twins no longer infants but rather toddlers. You both recoiled slightly in shook, not expecting it in the slightest.

Agnes chuckled. “Kids. Can’t control ‘em. No matter how hard you try.” She said lightly as she took a drink from the glass in her hands. 

Both you and Wanda leaned down and opened your arms as the twins each rushed into the offered embrace. Wanda picked up Charlie as you picked up Billy. 

You shared a brief glance with Wanda and despite all the confusion you felt, your heart had never felt more full than in that moment. Wanda. The twins. That was all that mattered to you. All your unanswered questions could wait.

_________

“Good morning, my beautiful family!” You greeted cheerfully as you wandered into the kitchen, your steps faltering when you noticed the unfamiliar dog in Wanda’s arm. “Good morning dog I do not know. Who’s this?”

Wanda placed the dog back on the floor as she made her way over to you and leaned in for a short kiss which you easily reciprocated. “We’re not quite sure actually.”

Unexpectedly, Agnes entered the home before you could reply. “Hi, kiddos!” She greeted, carrying a dog house in her arms. 

Your brows furrowed. “How did she know that we would need a dog house.” You mumbled to yourself as Wanda pretended she didn’t hear.

Agnes placed the dog house on the counter as she leaned down to be eye level with the twins. “My kitchen window told me someone got a new pooch!”

Wanda turned to smile brightly at the twins who smiled excitedly back at her. “I have always said I wanted a dog.” You added quietly to yourself. Wanda looked back at you and winked.

“Have we named him yet?” Agnes asked enthusiastically.

Billy and Charlie both turned to watch the dog curiously sniff at the electrical outlet. “How about Sniffy?” Billy suggested happily as Charlie nodded along with her brother.

A small spark in the outlet caused the dog to whimper away. “How about Sparky?” Agnes countered jokingly.

“Well. Should we make it official?” Wanda asked as she raised her hand and flicked her fingers, a collar appearing out of thin air. Charlie eagerly took the collar from Wanda’s hand as she and Billy rushed to put it on the dog.

Your eyes widened in shock at her actions. “Wanda,” You hissed. “Agnes is right there.”

Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “She didn’t notice. She didn’t even notice when the twins went from babies to 5-year old’s.” She finished with a laugh.

A frown formed on your lips at her flippant attitude. Conflict began building within your mind. “That’s not what we agreed on when we first got here. What happened to wanting to fit in? You made no effort to hide your abilities.”

In response Wanda shrugged slightly. “I’m tired of hiding, Y/n. And you shouldn’t feel you have to hide either.” Much like the day before she caressed your cheek.

With hesitation you wrapped your fingers around her palm and gently brought her hand down from your face. “Wanda, you and I are usually so in tune, but right now… I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.” 

Once again worry flooded the eyes that you loved so much as Wanda stared back at you. Her mouth opened to respond when-

“Is Sparky our dog, Momma?” Charlie asked you hopefully as Billy pouted by her side. Wanda schooled her features as she turned to face the twins.

You nervously ran a hand through your hair as you avoided answering the question. Thankfully Wanda took over. “Billy, Charlie, your mother and I don’t think you’ll be properly ready to care for an animal until you’re at least…” Wanda glanced back at you for help.

You faked a cough to mask your answer. “10.”

“10 years old.” Wanda finished, holding up ten fingers to emphasize her point. You nodded along in support but deep down you knew you wanted to keep the dog as much as the twins did. You had always wanted a dog, but life always seemed to always get in the way. You could vaguely remember Anna trying to convince you to keep a stray you had seen on the street.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you noticed Billy and Charlie exchange knowing looks.

Your eyes widened with realization of what they were about to do. “Wait, a minute! No, no, no-” The protest fell on deaf ears as the twins aged up despite the objections coming from both you and Wanda. 

“Let’s just hope this dog stays the same size.” Agnes joked as she handed Sparky over to you. You couldn’t help the smile that overcame you as Sparky licked your face. Wanda watched the exchange with adoring eyes. 

_____________

“Thanks for helping me set up this new computer, Y/n. No one else around here feels comfortable leaving the typewriters behind.” Ellie explained as you finished connecting all the wires. 

You smiled in response. “And… done!” You exclaimed plugging in the final wire. “What do you say? Shall we surf the internet?”

Ellie giggled as she stood behind you. “Cowabunga!” You clicked one of the keys. “Look, we’ve already got an electronic mail!” She excitedly pointed to the notification.

Unable to help yourself, you laughed at her response. “It’s an E-mail, Ellie.” You informed her as you opened the message which the entire office chillingly began reading in unison. Something about Dr. Darcy Lewis’ findings and a ‘Maximoff anomaly’. 

Discomfort filled your body as you desperately reached forward to shut off the computer. At the last moment you noticed Ellie reach forward at the same time. The computer gave off a spark as you made contact with it.

You fought to keep your eyes open as the paperwork spread across your desk seemed to grow the more you got done. “That’s it. You’re about to pass out. We’re done. Let’s get you back to base.” You indistinctly heard as someone gently lifted you from your seat and wrapped an arm around you to steady you.

Typically, you’d protest, but the exhaustion prevented that. “As my mentor would say, I can do this all day.” You mumbled sarcastically, leaning heavily into the support.

“You’re cute.” The compliment was soft, like you weren’t supposed to hear it. 

Feeling bold, you turned to face the woman. “Are you flirting with me, Agent Fletcher?” You teased in a mockingly shocked tone.

A blush spread across her cheeks. “That depends, Agent Y/ln… Is it working?” She questioned as she looked up at you from under her lashes. 

You fought back the guilt that lingered on the surface as you flirted back. You had no reason to feel guilty. This was a part of healing. Moving on. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel an attraction to the other woman. “I don’t know. I think I’m going to need a bit more to make a qualified decision, Amelia.” 

Amelia slowly leaned in, giving you time to pull away. You didn’t. 

When you finally got back to your apartment you slid down the wall and pulled your phone out of your pocket. On numb fingers, you began dialing the one number you knew that you’d always have memorized. 

The phone rang and just as you were about to hang up a voice spoke out. “Hello? Who is this?” A sigh escaped your lips when the familiar voice filled your ears. “How did you get this number?”

You didn’t respond even though you wanted to. Finding resolve to stay away from her was taking a toll.

 In the morning you could just blame it on being sleep deprived, but for now you could admit just hearing her voice put your mind at ease. 

“… Y/n?” She finally whispered out. You quickly ended the call and tossed the phone to the side. You felt an odd sense of satisfaction when you heard it crack on impact. It was a burner anyway. 

As much you didn’t want to admit it, the love was still there. Your heart would always go back to Wanda. No matter how hard you tried to pull away. 

With a gasp you looked around, finding your mind in the office once more, the dream-like memory fading rapidly in your mind. All you remembered was that Ellie was in this one. 

“Y/n. Please. Please you have to help me.” Ellie balled her hands into the front of your shirt suddenly, her eyes wide. “How long has it been? What happened? Please!”

Your eyes widened as you could feel yourself become overwhelmed. “Ellie! I don’t- I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” You stuttered out anxiously. 

You met her panicked eyes as she yanked you by the shirt. “You have to stop her!” 

Ellie’s grip on your shirt tightened even more as you attempted to back away. “Stop who?”

“She’s in my head! None of it is my own. It hurts. Make her stop.” Ellies face crumpled in pain. “MAKE HER STO-” In a panic you pulled her hand down by the wrist and connected her with the sparking computer again. Almost immediately her features returned to normal. 

With shaky hands you released her wrist, your heart racing with fear. “Say, if you’re so good with computers, what else are you good with?” She flirted and for once you preferred it.

Wordlessly you stumbled away and over to your desk to gather your things. You didn’t know what was happening, all you knew was that you needed to get back to Wanda. Now. 

Part 4! There is definitely still dialogue used from Wandavision, but I think it’s starting to take its own shape now. I would say the second part of this chapter is where the chaos begins to ensue. 

Anyway... I hope you all liked the glimpses into Wanda and Y/n’s life on the run pre-Infinity War. And Y/n’s life away from the avengers. Also there was a call back to a chapter in “Love Goes” did anyone catch it? 

As always, I hope you all enjoyed! Thoughts and comments always welcome. :)

p.s. This is still who I picture as Ellie/ Amelia. :)

Lizzie is still my #1 though