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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 11 months

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Chapter 1 of the Blood Ties Series.

When Your Line is Crossed, I Get Off

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: The Quarry

Warnings: Poorly written smut (p in v), slight mention of injuries

Summary: Sometimes, you just need to let off some steam and you have your very own ill-tempered, complicated redneck to help with that goal.

A/N: Help, I’m stuck on Quarry/CDC/Farm Daryl and he’s got me in a chokehold. I like it.

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

*gif is not mine

It should have made you feel ashamed; guilty, even. You were putting your family at risk. You had been for weeks. The Turn had brought out the worst in humanity. Rapists, murderers, plunderers. You had heard at least one story of each every single run into the city you made.

You despised the city, even before the world went to shit. You had grown up in the woods. Being from a small no-name town meant sometimes it was necessary to find your own food. You helped your dad with a small garden, helped him hunt. You took over doing both when the car accident took his leg. Your mom had split when you were a toddler, so your dad was everything. You made sure he knew that by stepping up when the time came for you to care for him.

You had made sure everything he needed was packed before grabbing anything of your own. The two of you had left to meet up with your aunt and two uncles in the mountains. The further from strangers you were, the better. Family came first.

That’s why the tree bark scraping your back while eight inches of redneck from a nearby camp slammed into your pussy should have made you feel all sorts of bad.

Daryl was everything your father had told you to stay away from, but when you stumbled across one another while tracking the same deer, you felt drawn to him in a way that was unfamiliar. He had slung several insults at you that you had boomeranged with some clever ones of your own. You had relented that day, retreating toward your own camp with a watchful eye over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t followed.

You met him twice more after that. He never seemed to hunt in the same area, which made sense. It also meant that you were bound to run into one another again. It was the second meeting when it changed. He was more tense and you could sense something was different. Even after only a couple of chance encounters, you didn’t feel threatened. So, you did what any girl in your situation would do.

You offered him a blow job.

Given your current position, he had obviously accepted. The two of you met up regularly now to “destress.” You never really found time for conversation but you knew two things for certain:

Daryl Dixon was an excellent hunter.

Daryl Dixon knew how to fuck.

“Right there! Fuck, harder!” You clawed at his shoulders, angling your knees outward while your ankles remained locked against his ass. The angle pulled him deeper, his tip pressing even harder against that delicious spot inside you.

As per usual, you were utterly bare. Daryl had an obsession with being able to touch every inch of your skin. Licking, biting, kissing with an eagerness that made you feel worshiped. He would leave marks that— like your abused cunt— pleasantly ached for a couple of days, only leaving you yearning for the next encounter.

Daryl, on the other hand, remained clothed. You had never seen more than his cock and a patch of his lower stomach. It was odd and he had snapped at you to stop being a nosey bitch when you had questioned. If it hadn’t been for the shame you could see in those striking blue eyes, things might have gone much differently. You had yet to bring it up again.

“Takin’ me so well. Can’t get enough’a this, can ya?” He panted against the shell of your ear, dragging his tongue over to your jaw before claiming your mouth. He was swallowing your moans, knowing how loud you could be, especially when you were nearing your end.

“You feel so good—mmm, ah—inside me.” His grip on your ass tightened, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate.

“Yeah? That’s cause this pussy’s mine, ain’t it? Made just for me to fuck.” You could feel the heat churning in your lower belly, your walls fluttering around him as your orgasm crept closer. His words only made you burn hotter. “Say it. Tell me s’mine.”

“It’s yours, Daryl, it’s yours.” You whined, grinding your hips in time with his thrusts, desperate to feel that spiraling pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it then, woman. Cum for me.” Daryl breathed, already feeling you begin to clamp down around him. He knew from experience to place a palm over your mouth, your screams loud enough to scare the birds from their perches in the canopy. You cried out against his hand, clawing at his back before settling for gathering fistfuls of his tank top as you spasmed and shook in his hold. “Ah, fuck!”

He followed you over the edge, his warmth emptying into you with each lazy pump of his hips. You both gasped, the feeling too overwhelming for either of you to fully grasp in the midst of the pleasure consuming you. Your walls continued to contract, milking every drop and pulling it further inside of you as the world went from a kaleidoscope of colors back to the quiet greens and browns of nature.

The redneck was always surprisingly gentle when separating from you. He pressed one last kiss to your mouth, chaste and uncoordinated, as he pulled out and lowered your legs. It was almost intimate. Not something either of you had ever verbalized wanting, but it comforted you. It made you feel less guilty, less dirty, so you never corrected him.

However, a line was crossed that needed confronting.

You watched him tuck himself away, already inspecting the area for tracks, while you redressed. You had slipped on your jeans and panties, fastening your bra before you decided he wasn’t going to speak on it first.

“You came inside me, Dixon.” He gave you a sharp look. He knew exactly what he had done, whether it was intentional or not.

“Yeah, so?” He shrugged a shoulder and began gathering his weapons and supplies. You weren’t stupid. It had clearly been an accident, but Daryl wasn’t the kind of man to apologize easily.

“I’m not sure if your parents ever had the talk with you, but what just happened more often than not leads to the creation of these things known as babies.”

“Ain’t stupid, Y/N. I know what it means.” He snapped, his body angled toward you but his gaze off toward the direction of his camp.

“And if that happens?”

“Won’t.”

“Humor me.” You deadpanned, your own bag now snug against your shoulder and your rifle balanced on your hip. He began to gnaw on the side of his thumb, something he did when he was uncomfortable, you had noticed.

“We’ll handle it.”

“We?” You smirked, earning a quick lift of his middle finger.

“Didn’t stutter, did I, Sunshine?”

“Holy shit. You breed me like a rabbit and then give me a nickname? You got a ring in your pocket for me?”

“Fuck off.”

“Three days, midday.” You were nervous, but there was nothing you could do about it now. Daryl was acting like he wasn’t feeling it but his body language screamed otherwise. Maybe he wouldn’t even show up next time. Something about that thought made your heart a little heavier but you wouldn’t linger on that.

“Alright.” He drawled, taking the first couple of steps away from you. It seemed he had something else he wanted to say, but in the end, he chose to keep walking.

“Dixon.” You called after him, smiling when he looked back over his shoulder. “Bring condoms.” You were pretty sure that jerk of his head was a nod before he disappeared into the trees. You turned back toward your own camp, grabbing your string of rabbits.

Your thoughts were consumed by Daryl the entire way back, wondering if you’d ever see him again after that day. Little did you know that he forewent returning to his own camp, making a single run to the outskirts of Atlanta to grab every box of rubbers he could get his hands on.

Chapter 2

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shonayee · 2 months

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The more I grow up, I realise the "nosey" , "judgmental" aunties were so right. Their judgment was simply a coping mechanism because of the incompetence of their asshole husbands and the shitty lives they had.

Those women were once young girls with dreams and desires. Slowly they became martyrs, because sacrifice is the standard for women in marriages. Because "they hold families together". Even if doing that breaks them apart.

Those aunties were simply conditioned and hardwired in a different way than us. They did not have any other choice, but we do.

I'd like to believe the majority of them actually are simply looking out for you under all that shade. Or at least they thought they are.

I'm happy that girls today aren't inheriting the same silence of their mothers, aunts and grandmothers.

God bless all the women that came before me. I came from you, not a man's rib. I will NOT make you the villain.

#radical feminism #radblr #radical feminist safe #women #thoughts #thought provoking

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sapphicmsmarvel · 7 months

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acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death:

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group.

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH).

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.”

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL.

I'm petty.

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve.

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand.

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics.

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them.

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.”

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?”

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.”

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it.

No name but yours and a pisspoor address.

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling.

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.”

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled.

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it.

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting.

Then, it all went to shit.

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder.

I need to leave.

I need to go before I hurt someone.

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away.

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you.

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did.

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair.

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground.

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-”

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.”

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az.

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head.

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that.

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides.

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too.

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx.

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born.

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame.

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.”

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better.

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate.

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink.

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass.

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine.

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script.

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.”

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what.

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.”

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you.

You loved this kid.

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son.

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time.

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain.

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least.

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were.

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again.

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The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be.

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction.

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again.

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers.

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain.

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep.

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you.

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another.

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it.

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.”

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check.

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it.

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away.

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them.

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass.

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help.

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face.

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working.

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes.

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay.

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

#acotar #acofas #acomaf #acowar #feysand #acotar x reader #nesta x reader #nesta x cassian #feysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #elain x reader #emerie x reader #mor x reader #morrigan x reader #gwyn x reader

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suzieloveships · 1 month

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This is only going to make sense to people that are as insane as I am.

And no I will not eleborate

Hannigram is a father,

Loustat is a mother,

Villaneve is an older sister, but like much older, like she moved to college already,

Rhaenicent is a second oldest,

Tomgreg and Tomshiv are the twins,

Jackieshauna is the baby sister,

Devil's minion is an uncle from mom side,

Gotham!Riddlebird is an aunt from dad side (I have to be specific because last time I check their relationship in the comics was much healthier),

Dreleanor (Do Revenge) is a cousin that only visit during holidays,

Chiffany (Chucky doll) is nosey neighbor,

LeexMaren (Bones and All) is that local stoner everyone knows

The throuple from Challengers is that rude lady no one like because she is really mean to everyone but who deep down is just really lonely

Other ships from Yellowjackets are little sister friends that are always in the house

LEGO!Batjokes is that annoying kid that pranks everyone

Baffy is a stray cat that lives under the house, at least we think it's a cat

Not sure who Mercutio and Tybalt are but they are here too

Some are probably missing, I'm not in every fandoms. Heck I'm not even in some of those fandoms, this is base on intepretations I got from post from this site

Edit

I forgot about Peter and Catherine!!!

They are also that friend that is always at the house to the point they are pretty much part of the family

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nanamisonholiday · 9 months

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Do I have to?

Choso x fem!reader

Summary: Choso is regretting coming to the festive party until you save him :)

notes- Reader is Geto's daughter. not that it's that relevant in this fic Enjoy

He’s content on watching you from afar as you mingle and chat with your friends and family. This party had been excitedly anticipated by everyone around him, even his brother. To say he wasn't bothered was an understatement. The eager whispers about the wonderfully gorgeous men and women to attend, the gossip of the newest drama’s, just weren't his cup of tea. Although he did find himself amused as he watches your aunt become an exceptional nosey nelly- digging her way unshamelessly into peoples businesses.

Choso holds back the laughter behind a sip of his drink when his eyes catch your aunt target the wrong person. Gojo, your fathers bestfriend, who puts up a dramatic front as he plays along to your aunts verbal diorrhea. He can’t hear from here- but be knows Gojo’s playful reaction is nowhere near what she had hoped for.

As he shifts his view he wanders to himself as he people watches. He’s not all that sure why he even came. Possibly because you invited Yuuji, who then invited him. But he can’t stop replaying your sweet face talking to him with excitement as you grabbed his hand and telling- no demanding him to attend after meeting him for the first time. Your enthusiam to see him again had his fantasies gripped. The charm of your words had him in a spell, telling him if he didn't make it you'd be the most 'unhappiest girl on Christmas'

And well- he couldn’t let you be the unhappiest girl on Christmas could he?

But your aunt is making him regret his decision as she locked eyes on him and chatted his soul away about shit he doesn’t give a fuck about. He’s a tether away from snapping at her. Temper rising to rival Sukuna’s, until he’s saved by a gentle hand coaxing his arm in another direction away from your aunt

Things move slowly for Choso when he turns his head to reveal you- that pretty dress making you look more etheral than he’d care to think about. He feels the world on mute as he focusses on you latched onto his arm- squeezing slightly when you talk

“Okay Aunty! Think Daddy wanted to talk to you”

“Oh alright hun!”

He breathes a sigh of relief when she bids her farewell, whispering to you before he even thinks about it

“Thankyou”

His eyes widen as soon as it slips out, but he softens when you let out a cute giggle. Rubbing his arm mindlessly as you speak

“It’s okay, I’d want to be saved too if she latched onto me”

He hums in agreeance, looking down to you and admiring your pretty features.

This is why he came

For you

“I’m happy you came, Sukuna kept saying you wouldn’t, but I knew you would”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“You just don’t pin me as the type to break a promise Choso”

Your voice could send him to heaven, he’s not as nice as you pin him down to be, but by god- he would be on his best behaviour if it meant you’d look at him like that all day and night.

“Want to meet my family?”

He smirks

“Do I have to?”

You faux gasp, clutching a hand to your heart dramatically. This is where he realises Saturu Gojo really has helped your parents raise you. He chuckles at the similar display deciding to play along with your dramatics

“Quit being cute. I’ll meet’em alright?”

You smile at getting what you want- kissing his cheek and giggling. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if you really did get everything you wanted. The lilt in your voice proves it to be relatively true, but he doesn't care, he just wants to keep making you smile and giggle at him like that.

“Knew you would”

Thanks for readingg!

feel free to msg/ask- or don't ;)

#choso x reader #choso #choso kamo #jjk choso #kamo choso #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo x reader #fem!reader #dad!geto #daughter!reader #yoink

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maggiedelusional · 1 year

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Let Me Go (Epilogue)

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, teenagers being teenagers, ANGST (but you knew that), bittersweet ending

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, Life and circumstance drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

A/N: Here it is the epilogue of Let Me Go. I can't believe this story that I thought of during my commute to work last summer, a story that I didn't anyone but me would care about is now at its official end. Even if it did take almost a year, and several hiatuses to get here. I will admit this past year has been some of the hardest of my life, with so many changes and obstacles I've gone through. But this story, this community has always been a safe space for me to run to. I'm sure that not everyone will be happy with how I chose to end this story, but this past year has taught me to trust my instincts as a writer and I will not please everyone, but I hope you understand why I went with what I did. I don't know if you all know this but Let Me Go is actually the first full-length multi-part series I've ever created, and I just wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me. Whether you've been here from the beginning, if you're a casual reader, someone who has waited months for me to update, to the people who have left me kind and supportive comments, and even to those who weren't necessarily the kindest. Thank you. Enough with all of that, without further ado, Let Me Go the final FINAL part.

Declan Belmont had Astrid pressed against the brick wall at the back of their high school. They definitely should not have been skipping 4th period, but the feeling of how soft her lips against his and the sounds of her whimpers as he grabbed the skin of her hips, definitely made him forget about the important test review they were currently missing.

“Dec, slow down.” She pulled herself away from him, trying to even her breath.

“We are not hooking up next to the soccer field.” She told him with a raised eyebrow.

He let out an exaggerated groan before turning them both around until Declan’s back was the one against the wall.

“Fine, fair enough” He chuckled as he gave his girlfriend a small peck on the lips.

“I can’t help it, you look so good today.” He sighed pressing his face into her collarbone breathing in her scent.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He mumbled into her chest.

Astrid let out a giggle, pulling his face away from her.

“You say that everyday.”

“And it’s true!” He exclaimed

“Every. Single. Day” He pecked her lips in between every word.

“You’re such a dork.”

“YOUR dork.”

“Ew you sound just like my dad.” She said, feigning a disgusted face.

“Speaking of your dad, when are you going to introduce me to your family?” Declan asks her, his once joking demeanor fading to nervousness.

Astrid backed away from his touch, putting distance between them.

“Dec..”

“Come on Atty! We’ve been official for almost 6 months! You’ve met my mom, my brother, even my stupid cousin.”

“Your cousin doesn’t count, we have trig together.” You pointed out.

“Okay fine, but besides the point, you’ve met them!”

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked solemnly

“No! That’s not it Dec! My family is just…” Astrid stops to piece together her thoughts.

“They’re absolutely insane!”

“My aunts and uncles are so loud ALL THE TIME. It’s basically impossible to get ANY work done whenever they’re around.”

“Don’t get me started on how nosey my Uncle Mickey gets. Like I think that man forgets that he’s nearing 50 and does not need to know why Beca from fourth grade and I aren’t friends anymore.”

“Or how my Aunt Nat and Uncle Bob, LOVE to torture my dad and the sweet little imbecile he is always takes the bait.”

Astrid didn’t notice how intense her tirade was until she felt her face heating up and Declan staring at her in amusement.

“Sorry..” she told him embarrassed at her outburst.

“You should really breathe in between monologues, you were turning blue babe.”

“See what I mean? They make me CRAZY, and I didn’t want you to see that side of me quite yet.” Astrid admitted.

Declan chuckled before approaching Astrid, wrapping his arms around her waist, and using a finger to have her look up at him.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like your crazy.” Declan kisses the pout off of Astrid’s face.

“And I really like you, and I don’t see anything short of you committing murder, changing that.”

“Can I get that in writing?”

“I’ll even get it notarized.”

“Lucky for you, my family’s monthly barbeque is happening tomorrow, and I can maybeee get you an invitation.”

“Aw you’d do that for me babe?”

“I guess, and I do happen to know the host of the party.”

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Declan felt a knot form in his stomach as he stood outside Astrid's house, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that was creeping up on him. What if her family didn't like him? What if he did something embarrassing? What if he accidentally insulted someone?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Technically this was his idea, and Astrid had continually warned him about her family’s many quirks but assured him that they did have good hearts. But she didn’t elaborate further. Declan now mentally kicked himself for not asking more questions about them, now he was going into this meeting blind with no preparation or any talking points.

“Fucking Amateur Hour Declan!” He muttered to himself, there’s no going back and changing the past now. He couldn’t stand on the front porch forever.

Finally, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He could hear the sounds of laughter and conversation coming from inside the house, and his nerves intensified. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and he was greeted by an older man, a silver fox with a broad chest wearing a leather military flight jacket. He wasn’t very tall but it didn’t make him any less terrifying.

“So you’re the boy our little Astrid has been seeing.” He greeted Declan with a grin

The man had a warm smile and Declan felt himself release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Declan held out a hand towards the older man to shake.

“No need for all of that son, welcome to the party!”

The older man pulled Declan into a hug, clapping him on the back and dragging him into the house.

“Don’t scare him off Pete, he just got here!” A beautiful older woman with brown shoulder length hair and kind eyes laughed at the man.

“Sorry about him Declan, he’s just excited.”

“I’m Penny, and this is Pete.”

“Call me Mav, son.” He smiled at Declan.

They led him to the back of the house towards the glass doors with a deck where he had a a clear view into the backyard.

He saw a handful of men and women standing around the large yard. They held themselves in a way that made it obvious that they were military despite being out of uniform.

Declan felt his previous nervousness return, feeling his throat get dry. He placed his hand on the door to open it, when he realized that he never properly greeted Astrid’s parents.

“I am so sorry, I was so nervous that I forgot my manners. It’s so nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs Seresin.” Declan beamed at the older couple.

“Astrid is an amazing girl and its an honor to meet the people that raised her.”

Penny and Mav stared at Declan in confusion before bursting into laughter.

Declan stood confused at the sudden outburst.

After they settled down, Mav clapped a hand on Declan’s shoulder.

“You flatter us son. But we’re not Astrid’s parents.”

“I am Atty’s godmother, and Mav here is her grandpa.”

“Hey! You say that like I’m old!” Mav pouted.

“If I’m her grandpa that makes you her grandma.” He pointed out.

“No way old man, I am perfectly happy being Auntie Penny.”

“Yeah Yeah.” Mav wrapped an arm around Penny’s waist giving her a kiss on the temple.

Declan felt slightly awkward watching this interaction, he wasn’t exactly used to PDA from adult couples, mostly due to his own family history of divorce. But most of it stemmed from the embarassment of wrongly assuming his girfriend’s parentage.

“You can relax son, we definitely helped her parents with babysitting and carpool, but we can’t take credit for the woman she’s become.” Mav explained.

“And don’t worry about us, if Atty likes you, then we like you.”

“And that goes for all those other meatheads out in the backyard.” Penny reassured him.

Declan nodded as the couple led him to the outside.

“Look whos here!” Mav announced to the other attendants of the barbeque.

The group waved and roared with excitement, greeting Declan from his vantage point on the deck.

“Hey Dec!” His girlfriend greeted him.

Declan momentarily forgot his troubles as he took in his girlfriend’s appearance. She looked like sunshine in her frilly yellow sundress, her head adorned with a puffy white headband, her smile beaming as she walked towards Declan’s position on the deck.

“You’ll be okay son, we all got your back. The only person here you need to impress is that guy.” Mav pointed at a younger man, taller and somehow more menacing looking, manning the grill.

Declan took a hard gulp as Astrid finally approached him, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs of the deck towards a gathering of 3.

“Dec, This is my Auntie Nat, Uncle Bob, and Uncle Mickey.”

“Guys, this is Declan Belmont, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you Declan.” The woman greeted him.

The shorter man with wire framed glasses simply smiled and nodded at Declan in greeting.

The final man, seemed to be of hispanic descent with short buzzed hair.

He surprised Declan by pulling him into a hug.

“Its nice to finally put a face to a name!” Uncle Mickey beamed at Declan.

“We all know how picky our Atty can get, so you must be something special.”

Uncle Mickey pulled back on hug before throwing an arm around Declan’s shoulders and pulled him aside from the group and whispering.

“ I want to know everything, do you know what you want to do after graduation? Anything you’re thinking of studying? How did you and Astrid meet? Do you love her?”

“Uncle Mickey!”

“Fanboy!”

The other members of the group obviously heard everything from the forced huddle despite Mickey’s attempt at whispering.

“We’ll reconvene later.” He gave a final whisper before turning back around to the rest of the group.

Declan found purchase by Astrid’s side one again wrapping an arm around her wasit.

“Oh no you won’t Uncle Mickey.” Astrid glared at Fanboy.

“Yeah leave the damn boy alone.” Phoenix added.

Bob stood silently in the middle amusement clear on his face, holding in his laughter.

“But mija, How am I supposed to find out?”

“Fanboy, the boy has been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already giving him the third degree.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at her frend.

“I just wanna get to know him better, see why Atty likes him so much.”

“And don’t act like I’m the only one who’s curious” Fanboy pointed at his friends.

“You know what, you’re right!” Bob finally spoke out.

“I do wanna know.”

Natasha stared at her friends in disbelief, before her face released its scowl in a look of agreement with the two men. Crossing the middle and standing by the two male daggers.

“Traitor!” Astrid frowned at her aunt.

“Sorry kiddo, Fanboy’s got a point”

Astrid’s face turned red in embarrassment.

“Y’all promised to be cool.” Astrid pouted.

The three aviators shot her an apologetic look with a shrug.

Declan felt so much warmth and joy from watching his girlfriend interact with her family, despite their antics they all clearly deeply for one another. Almost made him forget about the menacing man across the yard watching his every move. Especially at his hand placement.

He quickly took his hand off of Astrid’s waist. Which took her by surprise, and made her think that he was horrified at her crazy family.

“I am so sorry about them Dec. I asked them to be normal ” Astrid turned to him with pleading eyes.

Declan was confused at her uneasiness

“Don’t be! I think they’re sweet.” He replied joyfully.

“And I will be happy to answer any and all questions you all ask me.” Declan announced to the three before distractedly looking off to the distance back to the man by the grill.

“Then why did you..?” Astrid began to ask but trailed off as she followed her boyfriend’s line of sight, her aunt and uncles doing the same.

“Ahh, the big man.” Mickey deduced.

“Him? A Big Man?”

“Are we looking at the same person right now?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I mean yeah he’s not a big man to us, but imagine how Declan feels right now.”

“Guys, you’re not making it any better.” Astrid sighed.

“Don’t worry about him, he only looks like a grizzly bear, in actuality he is a big soft teddy bear.” Phoenix reassured the boy.

Declan was still frozen in his place, feeling smaller he’s ever felt in his life.

“He’s gotta meet him at some point kid, go rip the bandaid off.” Phoenix reminded her niece.

“You’re probably right Aunt Nat.” Astrid sighed.

“Come on Dec, lets go.” Astrid grabbed Declan’s hand and dragged him towards the grill.

“Dad!” Astrid exclaimed as walked towards the aviator, with Declan in tow.

“This is my boyfriend Declan.”

Declan felt frozen in place, never feeling quite as intimidated as he had in this exact moment. He outstretched a hand, a gulp trapped in his throat. The older man gave his hand a firm shake, his grip tightening and holding Declan’s in a steel grip, staring him down.

“Dad, stop it.” Astrid chastised the man after several agonizing seconds that felt like hours to Declan.

“But its so funny.”

The man released his grip and his entire demeanor changed in that exact moment, like a light switch being flipped. The stoic look on his face changed to a dopey grin.

“You should’ve seen your face! You look like you’re gonna pee your pants!” The older man chuckled.

Declan laughed awkwardly alongside the aviator.

“I’m sorry Dec, my dad thinks he’s funny.”

“You used to think I was funny.” Astrid’s dad pouted.

“Yeah when I was 4”

“When I also used to think mac and cheese and mashed potatoes mixed together was the greatest food to exist.”

“But Atty…you still think that.” Declan muttered.

The two men maintained eye contact with one another, their grins slowly getting larger before bursting into laughter.

Astrid stood still in her spot, a frown planted on her face.

“Come on babe, just joking around with your dad.”

“I think I liked you better when you were afraid of everyone.” She glared at her boyfriend.

“Sir, has she always been this intense?”

“Yup, even when she was a little girl, terrifying minimum wage teenage face painters who merely suggested to paint her as a butterfly, insisting yoshi was cooler.”

“Please tell me you have a picture sir.”

“Come on.. You know I do.” Both men laughing with one another once again.

“I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me!” Astrid exclaimed.

“And I still stand with that previous claim, Yoshi is cooler than a butterfly.”

“You’re just further proving our point babe.” Declan smiled, reaching for Astrid’s hand once again, now feeling more comfortable.

She dropped his hand in a huff, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’m not a big fan of whatever.”

“This.” waving a finger between the two men

“Is”

“Come on Little Chick! I thought you wanted me to get along with your boyfriend.” The mustached man pointed out.

“Well the two of you can get along all you want in this corner, I’m going to talk to Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben. At least they’re nice to me.” Astrid pouted as she walked away from Rooster and Declan.

Declan had the biggest smile plastered on his face watching his girlfriend walk away.

“She’s something isn’t she?” Rooster referred to Astrid’s retreating figure.

“That she is.”

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Declan was honestly having a really nice time. He couldn’t remember the last time that he was at an event with extended family. It was just him, his mom, and his brother (sometimes his aunt and cousin) for as long as he could remember. Large in part due to the divorce and his dad constantly traveling for work. So it meant a lot to him that Astrid’s family welcomed him with open arms.

He had spent the better part of the hour asking Astrid’s family members funny embarrassing stories from her childhood, and he also got to meet Astrid’ Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben, with a few more attendees joining.

Declan was currently helping Astrid’s dad with the grill, with Mav often coming around to nitpick the younger men’s work. And Rooster telling him to “fuck off, old man”, with Astrid and Penny laughing at their antics.

What confused Declan was the lack of appearance from Astrid’s mom. Astrid had never mentioned having a single father so Declan knew that she probably had a mom.

He was about to open his mouth to ask when he was interrupted by the sound of the backyard fence opening and his girlfriend’s booming voice.

“Daddy!”

Daddy? Wasn’t Declan already standing next to her dad?

An older blonde man dressed in service khakis had arms wide open for Astrid as she ran towards him nearly knocking him over.

“Bagman!” Astrid’s (other?) dad exclaimed.

The other attendees of the party approached the man.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Phoenix smirked

“We thought you’d be out in the Pacific for a few more weeks.” Payback commented.

“Well y’all know me, I get shit done.”

“Plus, I missed little Pixie over here.” He answered hugging his daughter once more.

How did Declan not know that his girlfriend had two dads? How heteronormative for him to assume that his girlfriend had a typical nuclear family? Then again she’s never mentioned too much of her family.

The aviators threw greetings and questions at Hangman, with the man in question trying his best to answer them all.

Declan stood at the edge of the crowd, bewildered at the new addition. Jake noticed the unfamiliar boy amongst the group.

He parted the group stopping all conversation and made eye contact with Declan.

“Now, whos this?” Jake asked walking towards the boy.

“Oh, daddy this is Declan. My boyfriend.” Astrid smiled introducing him.

“Boyfriend already?” Jake turned to Bradley.

“I thought we had more time.”

“Thats exactly what I was thinking, I was not ready.” Bradley clapped jake on the shoulder.

“I am 16. I am more than ready. You should be too” Astrid rolled her eyes at the two men.

“As long as you’re not ready for other things.” Bradley raised an eyebrow at the girl while Jake gave Declan a death glare.

Astrid’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Dad, Daddy, you’re embarassing me!” She was mortified at their behavior.

“We just wanna make sure this boy is not gonna pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with.” Jake explained.

“I would never sirs!” Declan interjected.

“I can vouch for him Hangman, hes a good kid.” Bradley responded.

“I’m going inside, this is mortifying.” Astrid ran into the house.

“Do you need me to-?” Decaln started to follow behind her before being stopped by Jake.

“She’ll be fine son, you stay right here.”

“ Rooster might’ve vouched for you but I’m still gonna take a peek under your hood. Make my own conclusion.” Jake led Declan to the outdoor seating beside the deck stairs.

“So Declan right? You got a last name?” Jake asked as they both sat down.

“Belmont sir.”

“Belmont? As in Vice Admiral Richard Belmont?” He inquired.

“Yes sir, he’s my father.”

“I know your dad, he works right under me, good man, dedicated to the work, dedicated to his country.”

“He works under you?”

The pieces finally connected in Declan’s brain. Astrid Seresin. Seresin. Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Admiral Jacob Seresin.

How did not put that together before?

Declan stood up abruptly, assuming a salute stance.

“I’m sorry to be disrespectful sir, I did not know you were THE Admiral Seresin.”

“My father taught me better than that.”

“At ease son, no need for all of that.” Admiral Seresin chuckled

Declan dropped the salute but still remained standing in stance.

“Did Astrid not tell you?”

“No sir, we did not speak too much about our families.”

“Well if you’re really afraid of being disrespectful, kid, you gotta know that all of these people are decorated officers.”

“Them right there are Captains Avalone, Lennox, Lee, and Bassett.” He said pointing to the men and woman that Astrid introduced as Uncles Billy, Brig, Logan, and Auntie Callie.

“Maverick was also captain before he retired.”

“Over there are Rear Admirals Floyd, Garcia, Finch, and Machado.”

Uncle Bob, Uncle Mickey, Uncle Reuben and Uncle Javy.

“Finally, Old Rooster and Phoenix over there. Vice Admiral Trace, and Admiral Bradshaw.”

“Holy Shit.” Declan gulped.

“So you better treat our Astrid right, if you’re smart you can forsee how people with our experience can ruin your life, in more ways than one.” Admiral Seresin warned.

“Understood sir.”

Declan shifted in his spot, desperate to change the subject from the possible harm that would befall him if he ever made the mistake of hurting his girlfriend.

“So my father works under you, sir? Last I spoke to him he was stationed to the Pacific.”

“Yes, that’s where I just returned from. Your dad is still out there though.”

“Yeah I figured, I reckon he would’ve called by now.” Declan tried to hide his disappointment.

Jake read him easily however. He quickly remembered his absence from his daughter’s life earlier in her childhood. Immediately feeling sorry for the boy, he motioned for him to sit once again

“I get it, it's hard, I wasn’t around much for Astrid’s childhood, I was too focused on getting to.. Well here.”

“Was it worth it sir?”

“Not sure I can answer that, I missed a lot, but I was lucky enough to have someone who understood my ambitions.”

“I don’t know how y’all did it sir, especially since you being the Commander of the Pacific fleet and Atty’s other dad also being an Admiral.”

“And especially with the stigma you two had to face with the Navy.”

“It was a little weird and difficult at first. But Astrid made it worth it. And Bradshaw has been a big help.”

“Well you two raised an amazing daughter. How long have you been together?” Declan inquired, knowing about the rampant homophobia that still unfortunately plagued the military branch.

But seeing how well respected and high in rank the two men were he knew that couldn’t have been easy, but now they’re both in positions where no one would dare to criticize them.

“How long have we..? Wait. Do you think me and Bradshaw are..” Admiral Seresin broke out into boisterous laughter.

“Hey Rooster! Get over here!” Declan looked at the older man in confusion as the second Admiral made his way to the duo.

“What’s up Bagman?” Rooster responded as he halted his jog.

“Come and give me some sugar.” Jake chuckled as he brought Bradley into a tight embrace planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

Declan felt his face heat up at the PDA presented in front of him by his girlfriend’s fathers.

Bradley stumbled back after Jake released his hold, a look of amusement on his face.

Hangman threw an arm around the other aviator.

“Not that I’m complaining, but not sure how my wife is gonna feel about you planting one on me Bagman,”

Rooster laughed.

Wife? Now Declan was even more confused than before. Astrid’s dad has a wife and is also with her other dad? Is the wife okay with this? Is the wife also with Commander Seresin?

Declan felt a migraine coming on from the heavy wheels spinning in his mind trying to piece together his girlfriend’s interesting family dynamic.

“Nicholas Bradshaw! If you don’t stop running right now, you’re not getting any Ice cream!”

Declan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a woman that looked like a more mature, not necessarily older version of his girlfriend making her way down the deck, running after a little boy that looked like a miniature version of Admiral Bradshaw.

Is this the wife? She was very beautiful. Admiral Bradshaw is a lucky man.

Declan had so many questions. The boy he gathered was Astrid’s little brother. And then the woman , possibly her mom??? Declan just became more confused with every passing minute.

Both Admirals stared at the woman in adoration as she chased after the boy.

“But Momma, Uncle Jakey is here!” The boy ran into Admiral Seresin’s arms who picked him up with a chuckle.

“No love for your dad buddy?” Rooster feigned hurt.

“Uncle Jakey. Toy please.”

“Ouch! Little man, and here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Jake answered also feigning hurt.

“Sweets! Come and meet Pixie’s boyfriend.”

“Sorry for messing with you Dec, you just made it too easy.”

“Now who’s this?” The woman approached their chattering.

She had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. She was dressed in a sundress that almost mimicked the one his girlfriend was wearing except in an emerald color.

“Declan, Ma’am nice to meet you.” Declan nervously held out hand to the woman who shook it gently.

“I’m Astrid’s mom, y/n. And you must be the boyfriend we’ve hardly heard anything about.”

That one annoying song that his sister used to sing non-stop, Stacy’s Mom he thinks it’s called, never made more sense to him than at that moment.

Don’t get him wrong, Declan loved Astrid, more than anything. But in some kind of alternate universe where they weren’t together and he didn’t know her and her entire family. He would proudly declare her a MILF, but at risk of pissing off his girlfriend, her grandpa, godmother, her large array of uncles and aunts, and her dads who also happened to be top ranking navy officers, he would never admit it to another soul.

“So where have you been hiding?” Astrid’s mom asked jokingly.

“Mom! Dad! Daddy!” Astrid shouted as she exited the house and jogged down to the outdoor furniture.

Astrid slid into the gap between Declan’s arm and torso, laying a hand on his chest.

“Stop giving him the third degree.” She glared at her parents.

“Hey! I was just introducing myself to Declan here since you refused to give your poor mother anything.” Her mom pouted while poking Astrid on the tip of her nose.

Astrid stuck a tongue out at the older woman.

“Yeah okay mom, stop acting like you didn’t grill me about Dec last night.” Pointing a finger at y/n.

“It’s not cute, mother.”

“Your mother happens to be very cute.” Bradley wrapped an arm around the older woman planting a kiss on her forehead.

Jake nodded in quiet agreement, but Declan noticed a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. He wonders what’s that about.

“Ewww Mom and Dad, can you please not do that in front me and Dec.” Astrid exclaimed, further burying her face into the crook of Declan’s neck.

“How come you two can have PDA and me and your dad can’t?” Her mom responded.

“Because you’re old.”

“Don’t listen to her Sweets, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Jake chuckled.

“Atty!” A small voice originating from lower ground whined.

“Oh her buddy!” Astrid kneeled down to her little brother’s height.

“Did you have a good practice?” She asked grabbing Nick’s little body into her lap tickling his neck and making him laugh hysterically.

“I want kiss!.” He shouted through his giggles.

“Anything for you Goosey!” Astrid covered her little brother’s face in kisses.

“Momma too!”

“Oh of course my little goose.” Y/n laughed as she kneeled down to the same level as her children.

“What a lucky little dude.” Bradley smiled.

The two other men chuckled watching the love fest before them.

“Not to interrupt your little family time but since you were distracted Bradley, I took it upon myself to cook the steaks PROPERLY.” Maverick shouted across the backyard.

“Come and get your steaks!”

“Oh sweet, steak grandpa mav style is my favorite.” Astrid exclaimed picking up her little brother and making her way to the grill, Declan close in tow.

“Yay steak!” Nick cheered

“Is it ‘Hurt Dad’s feelings day’, Little Chick?” Bradley groaned as he followed the rest of the group to the food.

Jake hung back watching the sight before him. His daughter, so grown up, so beautiful, smart, and headstrong. Just like her mother.

Jake thought back to Declan’s earlier question. Was it all worth it? Those 4 years where y/n and Astrid away was some of the loneliest of his life. He honestly took that time to take every deployment, work every detachment, and because Y/n needed time to think, he for that time being never felt guilty for his ambition.

.Y/n could never be malicious enough to keep him away from his daughter. She gave him every opportunity to be involved. Of course, he visited his daughter as often as he could. But it definitely was not often enough. His work was all he had, he thought, so he threw himself into it completely. Up to the point where he finally surpassed Rooster.

When those four years were up it was clear where his priorities lied, and in a way he understood what Y/N said before. He was selfish for making her take a back seat to it for so long, when she and their daughter deserved so much more than that.

It honestly didn’t surprise him when Y/N chose Bradshaw in the end, he was there for Y/N and for Astrid when he couldn’t. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. He definitely had some dark years after that. Years where he would go months into his work, not bothering to keep in touch with his ex-wife and daughter.

No one heard from his for an entire year after he caught wind of their wedding and Bradshaw legally adopting his daughter.

All he had was his career, his ambitions, it was the only thing keeping him going. He thought that’s all he needed. It should have been enough. His lifelong longing should it been quenched when he was promoted to Admiral, a full 4 years before Bradshaw. He finally won.

But did he really?

He threw himself into a drunken stupor at the Hard Deck, ‘happily’ celebrating his promotion. Alone. Completely Alone.

But Y/N, sweet and strong Y/N, walked into the bar. And dragged him to his feet pulling him to his senses.

“I gave you space all these years Jake because I thought it was what you needed. I know the news about me and Bradley was not going to bve easy for you so I stayed away, I didn’t want you to think we were rubbing it in your face. I didn’t say anything when you went years making Astrid feel like she didn’t have a father, Bradley stepped in because that is the type of man he is and he loves her. But that deosn’t change the fact that you’re her father, she still looks for you every birthday, checks the news to make sure nothing bad has happened to you, still tears up whenever she sees or hears Pixie Sticks. We may have not worked out Jake, but that doesn’t mean you abandon her.” Jake hadn’t seen so much pain in your eyes since that final night before you left.

“She doesn’t want to see me. You left me.”

“Exactly. I left you Jake. Your daughter didn’t.”

“ And all she wants now is you to show up and apologize for the years you missed and eat the cake she baked for you for your promotion, instead of sitting here wasting away alone”

“She baked me a cake?” Jake asked his eyes filled with tears and hope for the first time in over 7 years.

“Yeah she did. Even wrote “Congrats Daddy” on it with light green frosting to match your eyes.”

You nodded.

“Okay, take me to see Pixie.” He smiled.

That was 5 odd or so years ago. It took a lot of work but through endless groveling, apologies, and carefully curated gifts. Rooster finally forgave him.

Just kidding, Astrid forgave him. Of course she says that there was no forgiving needed to be done in the first place, the young girl knew that her dad had things to work out on his own before he was ready to come home to her. But Hangman knew better and he made sure to make up for the 7 years of missed birthdays, holidays, and just regular Daddy-Daughter time, and as an admiral he had more leeway to pick his schedule and deployments.

Things with Rooster also got better, despite his years of resentment towards the man, he definitely appreciated the care that he gave you and your daughter in his absence (even if he didn’t appreciate the way it begun). After a couple years of awkwardness where the two men couldn’t be left alone in a room together, they found a mutual respect and admiration for both of their work and dedication to the Navy.

The two were definitely more alike than they realized, it just took an intense rivalry, a couple of punches thrown, a few black eyes, a pair of bruised jaws, a divorce, a wedding and adoption, and a couple of years of close proximity to unlock.

From there bloomed a friendship that can’t be described by anything other than a total “bromance”.

As he stood in the yard contemplating his journey to that moment, he was pulled out of his thoughts by your hand caressing his cheek.

“How you doing Zuko?” You smiled at him with bright eyes.

“I’m doing good Sweets.”

“Just thinking about how fast time has passed.” He explained.

“It has been a wild ride hasn’t it?” You responded, dropping your hand, placing it back to your side.

Jake felt cold from the removal of your hand, his body still searching for your warth even after all these years. He tried to hide his disappointment from his face but you knew him better than that.

“You know I will always love you, right Jake?” You smiled at him sympathetically.

“We’ve been through so much together, and even though it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine, I will be eternally grateful to you.”

“You gave me her.” Your eyes twinkled looking at Astrid.

“And you know I will never get over you right?” Jake responded, his voice thick with melancholy.

“Maybe…” You began.

“But I hope someday you will. Our love, our connection was so filled with fight and fire, and I loved it… I loved you. But after all of that, we were just left with ashes.” You looked at him, your smile bittersweet.

“You taught me how to love Jake, and loving you, prepared me to love him.” You gestured to Bradshaw.

“To love them.”

You looked lovingly at your family, your friends, your husband, your children.

“Promise me Jake, that when the time comes. You will take that love, the love you had for me, the love we shared, and you will use it to love someone who deserves it.”

“Because you deserve someone amazing, someone who will love better than I ever did.”

You walked backwards towards the others, flashing him that same smile that started all of this, before turning around and walking away.

“Okay.” He smiled to himself, joining the rest of the party.

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Frequency Chapter 11 Snippet

“Ah, there you are my niece!” Lady Chao’s voice rang across the room.

They all turned their heads to find Neji and Tenten by the doorway, dressed in matching formal wear. Tenten’s dress was a rich red with a keyhole clasp at her collar, the side slits were high and her muscular legs were on full display as she walked. Her hair was braided, buns were decorated in hair pins and sticks, her ruby earrings were shining bright and she had a matching fan strapped to her wrist. Her makeup was dark, and yet brought out her chocolate eyes that had spects of gold illuminating from them. Her lips glazed with a red pigment. Neji was sporting a deep merlot top with long sleeves and matching pants. His hair untied with his curse mark covered by a black silk headband. He had his elbow bent as Tenten clenched his bicep, clearly a bit uncomfortable by the amount of people she would have to interact with. The Hyuga’s eyes glanced at his teammate, who lifted his chin in silent understanding. A small smile came to Lee’s face as he watched the two of them be approached by a crowd; they really did look good together.

Tenten was introduced to many different business men, some of which already knew Neji. They congratulated her on her engagement (She supposed that her aunt had flaunted the news as soon as Tenten had told her when they arrived) into the Hyuga clan and asked Neji about business topics. The Hua shinobi was actually mesmerized as she watched Neji interact with the crowd; he held himself as if he was Lord Hiashi. He was calm, collected, and knew exactly what to say. His charm was spewing from his face, and he even forced a laugh when one of the business partners said something that was only moderately funny. Tenten looked around as they spoke, her friends were mingling as well, her younger cousin sticking by Rock Lee as they walked around. The music had started and people continued to drink and be merry. Dinner was served and they all sat. Tenten and Neji sat with the Hua family at the head of the table, Tenten seated to the right of her Aunt Chao-Xing with Neji to her left. Kai sat on Chao’s right with their parents next to her. Team Kakashi and Lee sat with Haitao, and a few other of Tenten’s cousins (Kai-Ming’s kids who were about sixteen and seventeen). The head of the Hua family raised a toast to her niece for a healthy and prosperous marriage as well as continued success in her shinobi career. After dinner, the mingling continued…a bit too much for Tenten’s liking. She and Neji were getting questions about various topics of if they would relocate to the Land of Rivers? Will Tenten take over the family due to her marriage and being the oldest grandchild? How many children would she have? They’re so fucking nosey…is this really how they talk? So casually? The bunhead answered the questions with very vague responses and a forced smile, the sides of her mouth twitching slightly. Lady Chao had suddenly appeared to whisk Neji away to a group of her other business partners to be introduced to from…the Land of Snow? Tenten wasn’t sure, but she took that as an excuse to pardon herself and hustled over to Lee, who was leaning against the wall on the far side of the room. He greeted her with a bright smile.

“You look beautiful, Ten.”

Tenten returned the smile and stood next to him, leaning against his arm.

“This is way too much for me.” She murmured. “Neji is better at this than I am.”

Rock Lee offered his arm to her, which she took and rested her cheek against his bicep.

“Well, it would seem as though Lord Hiashi brings him along to such events often. It is as if he is in his natural element.”

“I guess,” Tenten hummed as she eyed Neji from across the room. “My aunt is certainly eating him up. I can’t tell who she's happier to see; me or Neji.”

Lee shook his head. “Do not think about it too hard, Lotus.”

“Yeah, yeah.” she groaned. “I’m so tired. So much happened today. I just want to finish my report and sleep.”

The green beast nodded in understanding, between the fire, saving her cousin, and hunting for clues, she deserves a rest. As Tenten began to grumble to herself about how much she couldn’t stand dressing up in such a way for a stupid dinner party, a realization had hit Lee.

“Tenten,” he looked down at her. “You are…allowing me to touch you.”

The brunette looked up at him curiously. She was holding his arm comfortably. Her body hadn’t tensed and she actually craved Lee’s comforting touch. A smile spread wide across his face; he was happy she was returning to herself again. The bunhead rubbed her cheek against his warm bicep; it wasn’t her old self unfortunately, but a new version of herself that still wanted the same things she used to want. The bowl cut shinobi pulled her into a side hug. He mumbled something incoherent to himself and continued to look out into the large crowd with Tenten attached to him. Tenten paid it no mind though, she was people watching. After a moment, she felt a shiver go down her spine and glanced to her far left. Her eyes had locked onto a taller man wearing a black suit, his hair slicked back and he was looking right at her. She blinked, feeling a bit uncomfortable because she absolutely loathed being stared at. But there was something familiar about his face…

Then, his eyes flashed violet for a split second and changed back into their black disguise.

Tenten stood at attention, suddenly alert at the man. He finished his conversation with the group before walking over to her. Lee hummed as he noticed his presence. The man with violet eyes bowed slightly to her.

“Lady Hua,” he smiled. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Allow me to introduce myself as well as my fellow colleagues.”

Tenten stared at him hard. Her hesitation was noticed by her teammate next to her. Lee looked at her curiously, wondering why she’s hesitating. A chance…if it’s him. She pursed her lips together. Only one way to find out. The weapons mistress tapped on Lee’s arm, stating that she would return. The man held out his hand to her, to which she slowly slid her fingers onto his palm. A formal touch as he kept his elbow up and led her through the crowd. Rock Lee watched as she walked off with the man, his hand went to his radio.

“I want…to help you, Tenten.” he said. “It seems as though we are looking for similar things; I am hunting down the monsters who killed my best friend…and you are looking for your father’s life work. Am I correct?”

Tenten’s eyebrows pushed downwards on her forehead. How could he have known? Then again, why else would she even be in Takumi Village? There had to be some price to this exchange.

“I think we both can help each other out here…” he continued casually. “That is, if you want my help. You’re a grown young lady, you can make your own decisions.”

The energy in the area shifted. Tenten’s spine tingled as she felt another pair of eyes on her but she didn’t dare to glance beside her. Her pinky twitched, as if something were pulling at it slightly, a chakra source perhaps. She watched as the violet eyed man cocked an eyebrow as she had appeared to be considering his offer. She would be conspiring with a criminal, technically. However, this was her father’s best friend. His story seemed to have checked out, although she still found it unsettling that he had cornered her cousin. Behind him, Tenten could see a figure leaning against a tree not too far from their current location. Her attention only slightly wavered as she brushed it off and used her fan to cover her mouth.

“I am going to take your hesitation as an acknowledgement that we are being watched.”

Tenten’s eyes grew wide as she looked at him.

“You are very intelligent for that. It seems as though you may not trust your bodyguard either. Good, trust no one.” Akaji smiled in amusement. “I think we will get along well.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a sealing tag. The characters were written in bright red ink that intrigued the weapons mistress. She plucked it from his fingers and eyed it. His name was at the center of the seal. Just as she is able to transport weapons from her storage through her seals, people can use seals to transport themselves. Like the fourth Hokage, Minato was able to “teleport” using the seals on his kunai and transport himself quickly once they were planted in the desired location.

“You can summon a clone of me, or send me things. There are multiple ways to use this seal as you already know.” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I will be looking forward to hearing from you, Lady Tenten.”

Akaji finally pivoted his body to face the figure behind him. The weapons mistress nearly gasped at his sudden action.

“I almost didn’t notice you there. You are quite the ANBU.”

The figure stepped forward and Tenten pursed her lips together. He was there the whole time? How did he know I was out here? The ANBU’s white and blue mask flashed as he got closer. The beak of the bird represented more present and detailed. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his black shinobi pants, he relaxed his stance.

“This conversation has been dragging on…wouldn’t you say, Lady Hua?”

Tenten’s eyebrows arched in concern but nodded. “R…right.”

Akaji chuckled and lifted his chin to the ANBU. “For such a talented kunoichi, I am very surprised you have such a bodyguard…his chakra feels too aggressive for you, my dear.”

Tenten could almost imagine the look behind that mask. He had made himself known on purpose as a threat to Akaji. Dragging this conversation on further would cause some suspicion of her whereabouts sooner or later, she supposed. Especially since she had many people to mingle with while her aunt showed her off to everyone.

“If you find me aggressive, then you really have no idea what you’re really in for.” the ANBU replied.

The weapons mistress held back a chuckle; he was referring to her own chakra. Tenten had spent years building her chakra and attempting to learn how to better control it. She was still a bit low on that end, but she had chakra that was comparable to Gai when he summoned his inner gates.

“Before this turns into some bitch fight,” she finally spoke. “I will consider it. Now, I must return to the event.”

Akaji nodded, still amused and curious about the agent behind him. “I will be awaiting your call then.”

With a swift hand sign, Akaji figure disappeared into a pile of ash. The two shinobi stared at the remains for a moment. He is very talented with his clones, Tenten thought. Her gaze shifted to the ANBU.

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Reading the first few issues by Lee and Ditko and it's so interesting seeing that Peters main reason for being Spider-Man isn't wanting to be a hero and help people/stop badguys but earning money to support May, so when he gets into a supervillian fight it's either a coincidence that happened while he tried making money from them (taking pictures of them mainly) or getting caught up in their shit and either being nosey (Thinkerer) or being tricked by them (Chameleon) and it suddenly becomes a "vendetta" thing because either he was duped or spited by them. Whitch along with him being a self-isolating and kinda egoistical prick is such an interesting look at this "selfless symbol of heroism and responsibility" and i wish we got more of that in modern version of teen Peter.

honestly!!! really - it was kind of such a realisation when i went back into the spider-man comics to find out that "great power great responsibility" really honestly wasn't actually peter parker's driving motivation when starting, but actually something that he learns over years upon years – and even then, it really still isn't why he does it. he does it because that's how he gets his kicks.

and so now when i see peter kind of reduced to the "great power great responsibility" mindset, i feel like it's kind of a gross simplification of him - which is crazy, because i was kind of guilty of it, too.

i don't think peter even really fully understands "great power great responsibility" to this day. it's something he's still faced with, and something he still questions, every day.

i don't think any writer who reiterates those words even knows what it means. i've seen it written in so many contexts in the comics and other adaptations and audibly whispered under my breath "thhaat's not what it fucking meeeeeans....."

turns out! responsibility means a whole plethora of things, actually - and spider-man is often a way for peter to dodge his responsibilities as peter parker.

not only that, but uncle ben never actually says the words "great power great responsibility" to peter parker. it's just a narrative thing. he never says the words!!!!!! ! !! ! !

peter parker doesn't learn that lesson from uncle ben. and really, peter's entire reckoning with responsibility isn't that he owes the world his gifts as spider-man, but actually he has to take on new responsibilities after uncle ben's death - he has to support aunt may.

he has to support gwen, after captain stacy's death.

peter's whole "great responsibility" thing is about him struggling to keep up with all these very masculine roles and responsibilities being imposed upon him as he grows into a man. it's not actually a question of him owing the world his powers as spider-man - that's just a misunderstanding of the lesson that he's kind of buried himself into. he thinks it means he owes the world everything - and that's kind of what leads him to fail the people that he really should hold responsibility to.

it's so fun. it's so complicated. he throws all his responsibilities into his identity as spider-man, and acts in avoidance of his responsibilities as peter parker. sorry. i think about this a lot. i think about this a lot.

great power and great responsibility is such an interesting set of words that absolutely everyone has a different interpretation of. and some people reiterate it like it's meant to mean something, but it doesn't when they say it. like it's a set of words meant to be paired with spider-man but they kind of fall hollow when the person writing them actually doesn't think about the meaning of it. it's kind of almost lost all of it's meaning at this point.

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Lassoed In Love

Chapter 2 || Masterlist || Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Clark drives you home and reveals a dark detail about himself. You have to wonder if it's true...you get hints about how nosey and prejudice the town can be.

Pairing: Farmer!Clark Kent X Teacher!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, (No Sex In This Chapter), Slowburn, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Prison Conviction, Violation of Privacy, Debating Parenting.

Word Count: 3k

Author Notes: Sorry for publishing almost 2hrs late. I have been battling a bad case of influenza and just woke up. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Also, please remember this is a purely fictional story. I like to specify that it's important to believe and trust people who claim to be victims of abuse, just because someone treats you kindly doesn't mean they don't have the potential to harm you too. If anyone tells you they've raped someone or done time for rape even if they weren't guilty, always stay vigilant! Stay safe! Preferably stay away! Lassoed in Love is specifically fiction and Clark Kent's accused convictions are false.

Inspiring Song: "Monster" by Imagine Dragons

“Can you be at my house at six thirty? Or would you rather I come here? I am unsure how late the bus runs or if there’s a taxi service in Smallville.”

You both moved to leave her room, walking down the hall, back to the living room, near the kitchen.

“I’ll come to your house,” Lara suggested, “You’re near the town right? I might need to...I reckon dad’s getting no where with your car. I can see him out there shaking his head.”

Veering into the kitchen, you went to wash your hands in the sink, the blood that had dried over them washed clean away in the soap suds.

“Do you know where Ms. Gwendolyn-Lee lived?”

She thought for a moment, “Oh yea...wait...you look like her a bit.”

“She was my great great aunt. I inherited the house,” You peered out the kitchen window, “Shouldn’t your father be back by now?”

She grit her teeth and sucked in a breath, she stood briefly out of the kitchen to look at the mesh fly screen door. She popped her head back into the kitchen and said calmly, “Here he comes now.”

As he trudged up to the porch, he carefully stomped his muddy boots, scraping off the excess dirt before he swung open the door. His deep navy gaze swept over his daughter, then turned towards you. His eyes widened subtly as he took in the sight of his old flannel shirt on your body, but he refrained from making any comment about it.

“Get your things together,” he instructed. “I managed to hook your car up, got it out of the gulley, but I doubt there’s much to be done, I might suggest it’s scrap metal now.”

His dark face was expressionless, as usual, but you sensed that he’d made up his mind and wouldn’t budge.

Clark looked at his daughter. “Have you said what you wanted to her?”

You nodded and looked to Lara.

“Yes, she did.” Lara met her father’s eyes squarely. “She’s going to tutor me. I’m going to try to get into the military, take a ASVAB test and apply to be a diesel mechanic or even engineer.”

His eyes widened again. Lara appeared nervous with the way her hands balled and unfurled at her sides.

“It’s your choice. Just be sure you’re confident, knowing what you’ll be getting into.”

“I have to try.”

Clark nodded once, his firm gaze indicating the conversation had ended there. You turned to bid farewell to Lara, your gesture was met with her shy wave back. Following her father out onto the dirt path lining the side of the road, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the hint of concern in his words.

There, just off the path stood your car, hooked onto a tow bar at the back of his rusty blue truck, your cars crushed bonnet bearing testament to your recent misadventure.

He had done so much for you, rescuing you from a potentially hazardous situation, providing comfort, and now, he was even helping to tow your car. Additionally, he had kissed you in a manner that left your senses reeling. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Clark was indeed a formidable individual.

Your cheeks grew hot as you recalled the memory of those searing kisses, their fiery intensity still lingering in your memory. Never in your life had you been so forward with a man, and the thought of your unconventional actions left you feeling both mortified as equally aroused.

You hastily clambered into the passenger seat of the pickup truck, your movements lacking any semblance of grace as you tried to maintain a proper, respectable demeanor. You fidgeted with your hands, clasping them primly in your lap, while your feet remained side-by-side, neatly placed on the floorboard. When Clark rejoined you in the vehicle and settled into the driver’s seat, you bit your lip, but his gaze didn’t so much as flicker in your direction, leaving you to grapple with your own embarrassment.

He casted a sardonic look after turning on the engine. “I can’t just drop you off at some random house lady. Where do you live?”

You realised sheepishly that you had been lost in the memory of Clark’s intimate kisses. You found yourself acutely aware of every movement, as the strong muscular expanse of his thigh shifted against yours, the heat of his skin palpable even through the thick denim of his well-worn jeans. Your noted that you were sitting in the middle of the seat, with very little space between you, it made you feel strangely constricted and breathless. The proximity to him was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

“Down Crow Street first house on the right,” you said hastily, and slid over by the window.

“Ms. Gwendolyn-Lees house?” he murmured.

You nodded.

Clark couldn’t deny that he relished the feeling of your presence beside him, the way your body gently brushed against his arm and leg with every gear change. However, despite the undeniable attraction and comfort he found in your proximity, he didn’t verbalize his appreciation. He acknowledged that things had spiralled out of control earlier, but he made a conscious choice to prevent any further escalation. At present, Lara’s situation occupied his thoughts, and her well-being overshadowed any personal desires or distractions, even for your warm body into his arms.

Clark’s voice dropped to a low, velvety tone that sent a chilling shiver down your spine, as you could discern the undercurrent of menace in his words. He continued, “The Army... it’s a tough climb for a girl, regardless of how much they claim to be feminist-friendly these days. There are those waiting to step on her toes and push her around at every opportunity. I don’t want Lara to getting hurt because you want to play miss goody-two-shoes.”

His eyes may have been solidly on the road, but you could see how they were filled with anguish, confusion and fear all at once. He chewed his pink lips and whispered something under his breath. He was fearsomely protective of his daughter even from you.

Clark’s attempt to intimidate you fell flat as you defiantly turned to face him, your eyes ablaze with defiance. You matched his intense gaze with unwavering determination and challenged his accusations with a spirited fervour.

“Mr. Kent,” you asserted with a resolute lift of your chin, “I never promised Lara that she would be guaranteed a military career upon completion of her studies. She fully acknowledged that fact. However, her academic standing should be more than sufficient for consideration, provided she enrols back into school to earn her diploma and fulfil the necessary credit requirements. That is the offer I made to her: a chance.”

His hands tightened on the wheel.

“And if she doesn’t make it? If she fails?”

“She wants to fix automobiles, Mr. Kent. Even if she isn’t accepted, at least she’ll know she tried, and she’ll have a decent qualifying diploma for the future.”

“So she can do exactly what she would have done without the diploma. You know what I call that? Fancy toilet paper.”

You rolled your eyes and gagged, “Mr. Kent, I believe you may be undermining your daughter’s true potential. She has demonstrated remarkable intellect and maturity for her age. On Monday, I plan to reach out to my network of contacts within the military community for further information on the necessary qualifications and requirements, including AFQT score prerequisites.” You held up a finger and wagged it a little, “Rest assured that I am fully committed to exploring every possible avenue to help your daughter achieve her aspirations.”

Wagging your finger at him? Oh, if you were his women, oh how he would’ve pulled over and belted and fucked you on the bonnet of his pick up, stark and cold in the middle of the afternoon.

He swallowed hard, trying to fight the sudden hard on growing in his jeans. He needed to scare you away. He couldn’t let himself see you again, even if it ruined Lara’s chances.

“The people in town won’t appreciate you tutoring her. They’ll gossip.”

You snorted, gossip? Why should you even care? “Why? Because their incompetence allowed a high achieving student to sliip through their fingers? Just let me handle them, Mr. Kent.”

He sighed long and hard, shaking his head a little. He pursed his lips and fell silent.

With the journey nearing its end, the dirt path road stretched out in front of you, its length having seemed endless moments ago. Clark remained silent as he navigated the remainder of the route, leaving you no choice but to respect the silence that enveloped the vehicle. Your mind raced with thoughts and emotions, a myriad of unresolved issues swirling in the wake of his words. The old house where you resided materialized on the horizon. As the vehicle rolled to a halt, its engine purring to a standstill, the silence persisted, the air thick with unspoken tension and lingering questions.

He quickly turned off his engine and looked up the road at the other houses in the neighbourhood, praying no one would see you both. His hands were still clenching the steering wheel. A deep worrisome sigh left his lips, he broke the silence with a calm warning, “It’s not just about Lara. If you want to ensure your own well-being, I suggest you refrain from speaking to anyone about our encounter. I’ll take the liberty of transporting your car to Frank’s auto repair, see what he can do. However, it would be wise to resist the urge to tell anyone about this, us, meeting.”

“Why?” You said in disbelief.

Clark faced you fully and leant forward slightly as if he was about to tell you a hilariously dirty joke...he smile and said a little too whimsically, “Because lady, I’m an ex-con. I did time for rape.”

The thumping jump your body made against his door while you scrambled for the car handle latch was obvious. He continued to sinister smirk, his brows raised as he waved you goodbye. Your throat felt impossibly dry. Your mind a tad dizzy.

You left the vehicle without uttering a word in response to his bold statement, silently cursing yourself afterward for your lack of a fitting comeback. His words had struck you to your core, leaving you momentarily stunned and unable to react. Rape! The very thought filled you with a deep sense of revulsion and disbelief. Your mind couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that you had kissed him, and the realization left you feeling shaken to the core. Finally, you hastily bid him farewell and informed him that Lara would be arriving at three thirty on Monday, before hastily disappearing into the house. You tried not to feel guilty when you made sure to lock the door behind you. He had helped you after all. He had pulled you out of your own car....but he had also indulged and kissed you. If Lara had not come...would he have....

As the hour ticked by, reality gradually sank in, and you found yourself standing alone in the antiquated kitchen, observing your cat Oz devouring his wet and dry food with relish from its gleaming silver bowl. You couldn’t help but reflect on the man and his outlandish claim, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. You scoffed outwardly, muttering to yourself, “What complete nonsense! If that man is truly a rapist, I swear I’ll...I’ll...roast you for Thanksgiving, Oz.”

The ginger feline looked remarkably unconcerned. After all, he was just a lazy fat cat. Did he even know what thanksgiving was? You appreciated his lack of reaction, as if it confirmed your judgement being almighty and wise.

The realization that Clark had not unequivocally confessed to rape gave you pause. He had stated that he had served time in prison for rape, a revelation that seemed to open the door to a myriad of ambiguities. The perplexity deepened as you recalled Lara’s accounts of her outcasted and ignored existence. This notion puzzled you as to why Clark would have been granted custody of his daughter if the charges held any truth. Despite the uncertainty surrounding the matter, one thing was certain: your instincts whispered vehemently that Clark was innocent.

The man who had saved you from a life-threatening situation, gently cleansing your wounds with his tender touch and soothing your aching head with the coolness of an ice pack, had also bestowed upon you a kiss filled with a warmth that seeped into your very being. His actions stood in stark contrast to those of a man capable of causing harm to a woman. It was he who had halted the tender exchange of kisses between you, even as you had willingly surrendered yourself to his embrace.

It seemed utterly ridiculous to even entertain the notion that he could be a rapist. True, it may not have taken much restraint on his part to halt the intimate exchange of kisses, given that you weren’t considered conventionally attractive and your inexperience. Yet, as you pondered the matter further, you couldn’t shake the memory of the undeniable physical response of his erection you had felt, a reaction which spoke volumes in its own right. Perhaps he’d simply been deprived of physical outlets for some time and you had unwittingly provided an opportunity, but there was still no hint of violence in his touch.

Perhaps Clark Kent was already aroused and you had unwittingly ignited a flame within him, to you his spark that lit up his desire would remain a mystery to you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t dispute the fact that he had not abused his position or forcibly taken advantage of you. Except...What if he had?

As your heart raced with a powerful, rhythmic beat, an intense warmth pervaded your being. A throbbing, insistent ache manifested deep within you, causing your inner muscles to contract involuntarily. Without even thinking, your hand instinctively sought temporary relief under your skirt before, startled by your own actions, you pulled it away abruptly.

What if, instead of merely halting the kisses, he had taken the initiative to touch, cup, and caress you with his hands and mouth? The mere thought of this sent shivers of desire through you, leaving you feeling as if you were melting in response. Your mind raced with fantasies of his touch, and you found yourself involuntarily pressing your thighs together, desperate for relief from the profound ache that consumed you. A low, involuntary whimper escaped from your lips, startling the cat resting nearby.

The question loomed in the air: would you have actually tried to halt his advances? Could you have summoned the strength to resist the allure of his touch? Or would you now be standing there, your body quivering with excitement as memories of shared passion consumed you instead of simply imagining it? Your body hummed with anticipation, stirred not from a place of true understanding but from the awakening of primal desires.

The intensity of the passion you had experienced had been utterly foreign to you, vastly different from the joyful hum in your bones you held for knowledge and teaching. Discovering that your body was capable of such powerful sensations was a harrowing realization, as you had long believed that you were not one to experience such grand arousal like others bragged about in your age group. You weren’t some kitten in heat, no, you were like a forest fire ready to burn the earth in pursue if the same touch Clark Kent had done to you. Now, your own flesh seemed to whisper secrets that left you feeling betrayed, and your thoughts and emotions danced to an unfamiliar tune. It was as if your very being had been transformed into something unfamiliar and intoxicating. Something wickedly beautiful.

In that moment, it became undeniable. Lust had consumed your very being, a sensation ignited by none other than Clark Kent himself. This realization was both marvellous and mortifying. The potency of your feelings was overwhelming, leaving you both astounded and humiliated by the depth of your desire.

On Monday, you made a hasty lunch break phone call to an old college friend who served in the air force to inquire about the process of making sure Lara’s studies would count towards her diploma. Despite your qualifications, there were still numerous forms to fill out before she could earn the necessary credits via private tutoring. You placed the call from the ancient pay phone in the underused teacher’s lounge, a cramped space that only held three chairs, a table, a mini-fridge, and a coffee maker. Surprisingly, Lana Lang, the eighth grade teacher, popped into the room as you were talking.

“Y/N, are you feeling ill or anything?”

“No, I’m alright.” You stood, “I was making a call.”

“Oh. I just wondered. You’d been in here alone for a while, and I thought you might not be feeling up to hall duty soon.... Who were you calling?”

The query had been posed without a trace of hesitation, reflecting the unfiltered openness characteristic of Smallville’s close-knit community. Lana, a local who had grown up in the heart of the town, had once held the title of prom queen. In this close-knit environment, secrets rarely remained hidden for long, and the exchange of personal information was a common occurrence. You felt unperturbed by Lana’s unabashed curiosity, as you were already accustomed to such directness within the confines of this intimate community, where small towns functioned as extended families. At first you found such things rude and personally invasive.

“An old college friend. I needed some information on teaching requirements.”

Lana’s expression turned to one of alarm as she spoke, “Are you questioning your qualifications? The school board will be absolutely distraught if there’s an issue. You have no idea how difficult it is to find a teacher with the proper credentials willing to move to such a small town. They were at the brink of panic before you agreed to take the job. Without your arrival, the children would be forced to commute over sixty miles each day just to receive an education.”

Or attend homeschooling like Lara Kent.

TO BE CONTINUED....

“Actually, it’s not that,” you quickly explained, seizing the opportunity to delve into your intentions. “I’ve been contemplating the idea of initiating private tutoring, as I believe it might benefit the children.” You deliberately refrained from mentioning Lara Kent, respecting her father’s request for discretion. Relief washed over Lana’s face as she concluded that the situation wasn’t dire.

“Thank goodness it isn’t bad news,” she sighed, waving goodbye and offering a smile before withdrawing her head from the room, her curiosity sufficiently quelled.

You sincerely hoped that Lana wouldn’t mention your plan to Beryl Braverman, the third-to-fifth grade teacher, but you couldn’t deny that the likelihood of secrecy was slim. Information had an uncanny way of propagating swiftly in Smallville, leaving little room for concealment. Lana exuded warmth and humor in her teachings, mirroring your laidback approach. However, Beryl’s strict demeanor and abruptness with students left you feeling unsettled. You had overheard rumblings about Beryl considering an early retirement. Despite her shortcomings, her departure would undeniably upset the local board, as Lana had previously pointed out - it was almost impossible to encourage new teachers to move to Smallville.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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it would be fucked up if Bellatrix was the only one who figured out the reader was an obscurus. like maybe they’ve run into each other a few times at the manor on an au where she wasn’t imprisoned but Narcissa is always intercepting them. kind of irritating the hell out of Bellatrix because she immediately picked up on the dark energy that the reader’s got going on and really wanted to get to know her.

and sometime after the reader is outed/the Malfoys find out she’s just not phased. sort of making Narcissa paranoid.

the reader runs into Bellatrix at Spinner’s End as the reader is leaving her house and Bellatrix is leaving Severus’ house and there is silent moment between them that kind of changes the reader’s perception of the witch.

the reader will ask how she knew and Bellatrix will shrug before saying: “it takes a monster to know a monster”

turns out in those small, measly interactions, the witch began to form a curiosity that lead to the yandere mentality. i mean, the woman spent months stocking the poor reader to find out who her sister’s mystery lover was. how could she not get obsessed with the woman? but she never pursued her romantic interest because she wouldn’t betray her sister like that. well, at least not until she found out the reader had ended things when she discovered they unintentionally intended to use her against her own kid.

and although Bellatrix was annoyed to have their plans ruined, there was something about the reader that just made the whole death eater business seem tiring. for the first time in her life, she understood why her sister wanted no part of it or why her brother-in-law seemed to be very slowly pulling himself out.

just crackling at the thought of Harry nearly tripping as he walks down the narrow staircase at Spinner’s End one summer mornjng and sees his aunt sleepily making a pot of coffee whilst Bellatrix fucking Lestrange (who has recently and very publicly defected from the death eaters) is disconnecting the floo and setting up dangerous traps around the house in some sort of twisted moment of domestic bliss.

you just know that Andromeda can’t stop laughing at the irony that Bellatrix ended up with a muggleborn after everything she put her and Ted through but Bellatrix simply argues that the reader is more then a muggleborn considering her immense power whilst Narcissa tears the manor apart in a fit of rage and poor Draco is quietly wondering if they’ll adopt him

and Lily is rolling in her fucking grave. she contemplates coming back to haunt her but seeing the Bellatrix is willing to go toe-to-toe with the Dark Lord for the reader eases her anxiety a bit. plus it’s also nice to have someone teach Harry more then one combat spell

I like to imagine that in this scenario, Bellatrix didn’t end up taking part in the torturing of the Longbottoms (but she still had full knowledge that it was going to take place) and having Lucius and her sister vouch for her resulting in her not being taken to Azkaban in the aftermath of the war but still being on the Ministry’s radar.

Bellatrix would spend most of her time at Malfoy Manor along with her sister, not really doing or going anywhere unless necessary, so she would of course notice when Narcissa goes off at odd times and for lengthy periods, the same for Lucius. She doesn’t think much of it when her sister and brother-in-law do so together but it peaks her interest when they do it separately while the other has other things to tend to. So of course her curiosity and nosey-ness get the better of her and she falls her sister one day only to witness her meeting up with a woman she’s never seen or heard about before in a very muggle populated area. Bellatrix doesn’t want to confront her sister right away, rather wanting to find out what all she can on her own before finally questioning her sister.

And the more Bellatrix follows her sister, taking in all the information and proof there is, she’s hit with the horrendous reality that her beloved sister is having an affair with a muggle. At first, Bellatrix is far too taken aback to comprehend everything that’s she’s added up with all that she’s witnessed and found out. She doesn’t want to believe or accept that her sister has been tempted by something as deplorable as a muggle, but the facts are right in front of her. It gets even more confusing when she ends up catching Lucius visiting the same muggle woman that she caught her sister with.

I could definitely see Bellatrix going two ways with this. She either confronts Narcissa first and gets all the information that her sister has been withholding from her for all this time then meets with the muggle woman behind both Narcissa and Lucius’ backs to see what’s so amazing and worth risking the reputation of their families over. Or Bellatrix takes it upon herself to meet this muggle woman before ever confronting her sister altogether and see what that has to offer, only for Bellatrix to pick up on something about the Reader that’s just a little off but peaks her interest all the more.

She doesn’t agree with the relationship or the Reader whatsoever, whether that’s due to her prejudice or her own jealousy that Narcissa and Lucius get to have the darling to themselves who knows. But Bellatrix keeps her mouth shut for her sister’s sake and puts up with the Reader being at the manor more and more now. She hasn’t seen Narcissa so happy and content like she is when the Reader is around and that’s makes Bellatrix bite her tongue all the more. Besides, the more the Reader is around the more Bellatrix can get a feel for them and figure out what’s so appealing about them that caught Narcissa and Lucius’ attention, as well as her own.

Bellatrix wouldn’t be entire subtle in her intrigue towards the Reader and Narcissa knows her sister enough to see that she’s paying just too close of attention towards her darling, and it worries her to no end. She knows how unpredictable Bellatrix is and she knows that when left alone to her own advises, Bellatrix will take whatever chance she can. So, of course Narcissa is going to keep her darling as close to her as possible or at least within her sight at all times. And if her darling were to be out of her vicinity or Bellatrix were to catch the Reader alone there’s no doubt that Narcissa most likely put a tracking spell of some sort on at least her darling, maybe even on Bellatrix, just to know where her darling or when the two cross paths and she needs to intervene or intercept them.

After the Reader up and leaves the Malfoy’s without so much as a word, Bellatrix is of course there to comfort her sister but internally she’s excited. On the low down she never really wanted the relationship to workout with her sister and the Reader, whether again it was due to her prejudice or her own interest in her sister’s darling, Bellatrix is the only one who really has a clue. But now that it’s happened she can’t help the giddiness bubbling up inside of her. This means that their darling isn’t really their darling anymore, right? Is this the Reader’s way of ending things altogether with them? It has to be! Bellatrix wouldn’t completely go out of her way to look for the Reader, she doesn’t make it her mission to find the darling or anything, but her mind is often consumed with the thought of the muggle woman who had her and her sister vying for her attention and what was just so appealing about them.

It isn’t until Bellatrix and Narcissa make a visit to Severus’ place that Bellatrix catches sight of an all too familiar figure taking out the trash or getting the mail next door. Fortunately, she had been boredly looking out the window while Severus and her sister talked otherwise she wouldn’t have been any the wiser to the allusive darling having taken up residence right next door to good ol’ Snape. Bellatrix wouldn’t drop by right then and there though, no, she wants to have her time with the Reader without her sister there to soak it all up. No, Bellatrix would come back another time and when she did she would be having a very long talk with the Reader.

Imagine the Reader’s shock and inner panic when she answers the door to Bellatrix fucking Lestrange standing right there armed with a predatory smile, as if she’s finally cornered and caught her prey after playing such an infuriating game of cat and mouse. Bellatrix doesn’t wait to be invited in, she just pushes her way past the Reader and takes a look around before making herself comfortable. Then Bellatrix confronts the darling with everything she knows and has the Reader spill everything to her about what she is. No doubt Bellatrix uses Narcissa and Lucius’ hurt regarding the Reader leaving them to manipulate the Reader into talking with her.

Once it’s made clear that the Reader is in fact an obscurus, Bellatrix can’t help the excitement coursing through her. This whole thing just has her feeling some type of way and she likes it. She promises not to breath a word of the Reader and Harry’s whereabouts to her sister and Lucius or the fact that the Reader is the obscurus that the Dark Lord is wanting. But, Bellatrix’s silence comes at a price but the Reader will come to learn what that price is later on. It’ll be sometime before Bellatrix drops by for a visit again, it could be a few days or maybe a few weeks but she does come back and this time she’s not leaving again.

Those few days or weeks, Bellatrix spent thinking and mulling things over. This whole Death Eater thing just didn’t do it for her like it used to. Sure, it could be because it’s been so long since she’s seen or had any part in any Death Eater action but even the thought of that didn’t appeal to her anymore. But what did sound all the more thrilling was what the Reader had going on, both with herself and the whole Harry being the ‘chosen one’ debacle. Now that sounded like some good ol’ heart pumping, blood rushing fun. And Bellatrix wanted a taste of what the Reader had to offer. So before the Reader can even process or have any knowledge of, Bellatrix moves herself into the Reader and Harry’s new refuge on Spinner’s End. And Severus would be shitting his pants the first time he catches sight of Bellatrix sipping tea out on the Reader’s front porch as if she was born to do just that.

I really love the thought of the Reader just coming home one day, probably after a long day at their muggle job or whatever only to find Bellatrix all moved into her and Harry’s home like it’s the most normal thing. Harry’s utter shock and inability to accept/process that Bellatrix Lestrange is now living in his house and is alone with his beloved aunt is something else entirely. Like, I imagine this whole thing going down with Bellatrix and leaving the Malfoy’s altogether happens while Harry’s still off at Hogwarts. Also, I love the thought of Bellatrix being completely and utterly under the belief that since she’s moved in with the Reader and now that Narcissa and Lucius aren’t in the picture then that means she may as well already be married to the Reader. She’s going about her day to day life living in domestic bliss, meanwhile the Reader is totally just taking this whole situation as a weird roommate ordeal. Like, sure Bellatrix has her own room and everything but she still sneaks into the Reader’s room to cuddle and what not. Really Bellatrix is content just taking what she can but in her mind she and the Reader are already married and Harry’s their adoptive child. God forbid, Petunia ever meets Bellatrix, shit will hit the fan and there will just be nothing but chaos.

The utter reaction of Harry, the Order of the Phoenix, Albus, Narcissa, Andromeda, Sirius and the entirety of the Wizarding World to Bellatrix Lestrange’s very open and public defection as a Death Eater and from Voldemorts side as whole would be fucking incredible. Like, I just imagine Bellatrix apparating to the Daily Prophet or whatever other magical journalism/news source and just being like “Boy, do I got a story for you”.

Also, I totally stand by Muggle!Aunt!Reader being the best of friends with Andromeda and Ted Tonks in any and all scenarios regarding the Reader. Like, Andromeda and Ted are just utter platonic yanderes for Harry’s aunt. I like to think that after so long of not hearing or interacting with Bellatrix or really anyone else from her family, Andromeda is just randomly greeted to Bellatrix apparating into her and Ted’s home to ask advice on how to deal/tolerate with a muggle. And Andromeda is on her ass laughing that her over the top prejudice sister has fallen for a muggle herself. Not to mention, Andromeda feels so bad for the poor soul who has garnered her psychotic sister’s interest. I wouldn’t be surprised if early on, Narcissa reached out to Andromeda to ask advice on how to court a muggle which is what initially brought the Reader to Andromeda’s attention.

And you can bet your sweet lasagna that Bellatrix is going to go out of her way to teach Harry how to really duel and what spells would be so much more effective than just Expelliarmus. Like, are you serious? Is that all Hogwarts has taught you?? Also, I totally headcanon Bellatrix becoming a Defense Against Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts if she quit being a Death Eater pretty early on. Especially if Muggle!Aunt!Reader was a teacher at the school too then that means Bellatrix could be even closer to her.

#anxious answers #yandere bellatrix lestrange #yandere narcissa malfoy #yandere lucius malfoy #yandere andormeda black #yandere ted tonks #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

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rayofdawnworld · 6 months

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Too Late

MINOURS DO NOT INTERACT!

Well after some time away from this place, I come not with an update to all my other fics, no. Nor do I come with a master list. No, no. I come to you with a new piece. My very first Reader insert fic.

This all started earlier when @darkficsyouneveraskedfor who is feeling unwell, made a mood bored. A mood board that I had requested, about an Obsessed Sherlock and a Smart reader. https://www.tumblr.com/darkficsyouneveraskedfor/746232236070895616/i-have-one-obsessed-sherlocksmart-reader?source=share

Well, it inspired me. So here I am. I hope you like it. I dedicate this fic to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @thezombieprostitute (who has also had a hand inspiring with all her lovely fics) please go to their pages and read their work if you don't know them. And without further preamble,

This is a Dark fic. There will be dark themes spread throughout it.

I do not consent to sharing or posting this fic in any other platform that isn't mine. I do not consent to the Selling of this fic. EVER. You are responsible for your own media experience. Warnings will be tagged accordingly. Don't like it, DON'T READ IT.

I humbly ask that if you do enjoy this fic, please do me the kindness of liking, reposting and commenting.

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Obsessive!Sherlock/Smart!Reader

Too Late

Part 2 Part 3

You stood quietly in the corner of the room, careful to keep your eyes down. The Holmes brothers were in attendance; why they came was a mystery to you. They were infamous for not keeping their disdain for such events as this one a secret. Their brilliance was unmatched, and that could ruin all your plans.

“There you are (Y/N). Try not to fade into the background tonight. I expect you to be at your best. If all else fails, you’re the one who has to fix it.” Your aunt's obnoxious voice rang in your ears as you quietly curtsied and moved to a more visible place while still trying to remain out of the way. You still managed to hear her quip about how useless you were. Ironic, all things considered. It was her daughter who had been stupid enough to believe the baron's son's pathetic advances and commit an indiscretion that left her now with child. Not to mention her aunt's loose tongue, carrying on about how close the two had become, which meant that any disappearance on Anna's part would fuel the rumour mill. Fuel more than it already was, that is. To be fair, that was your doing. Having found out about what had happened, and how your aunt would throw a ball, this ball, to try and make the Baron force his son to marry Anne, and if that failed in avoiding what would become a scandal, she would pawn you off to the first rich heir she could as to secure Anne's future. You "distractedly" muttered about it all, while one of their more nosey maids with parchment for gossip was within earshot. None of them ever knew just how word got out. As of right now, you have two potential suitors, both quite nauseatingly boring, stupid, and quite frankly unattractive. Very unattractive. You suspected incest. One could not be that obtuse without there being some sort of medical reason. Although your aunt did everything in her power to make you believe that you were horrendous, you knew better. You looked just like your grandmother. And your grandmother was beautiful. You only wished you had her hair, but alas, you inherited your father's colouring.

You shifted ever so slightly toward the shadows again looking toward the ball in full swing not really paying much attention to what was in front of you. You lost yourself in memories of your mother quietly reading medical journals and other science books in the corner of the estate's library, while your father taught you how to play chess and the wonder of mathematics, engineering and philosophy. How once a week without fail they would play Treasure Hunt with riddles and enigmas and equations to solve to see who could win and find the prize first. Or how your father taught you how to shoot and ride a horse and your mother taught you everything she learned from the housekeeper her family had when she lived in Macau when she was little. “There are plenty of ways a woman can defend herself Pussycat,” told you laughing when you two would sit in your underthings in a room on the top floor. Reserved for such activities. Or how they both allowed you to run the grounds just all the boys delighted that their Pussycat could outrun any boy they knew and that was in a dress. But then they were gone. They had gone to the opera one night and never came back. There had been a fire. There were no survivors. The kingdom was in mourning. They were all very sorry for your loss. The following week your Aunt and uncle arrived with Anna in tow. He was your father's brother. The brother who spent his half of the inheritance with drinking and gambling and whores. There were no more lessons after that. Women must know their place no more nonsense such as reading. What can a pathetic woman hope to accomplish by reading such texts? No more treasure hunts. Wasting one's time with such drivel. My brother never knew how to handle himself. You even lost your room and all your things. Such a plain girl doesn’t need pretty things. After all, you’re only ever going to be the children's Au Pair. And that only if you're good to Anna. You were thirteen then. You said nothing. You just looked down and smiled secretly. Your father was no fool. He knew that if anything were to happen to him, certain precautions would have to be taken in order to protect you. You still remember the screams of fury coming from the study when your aunt and uncle were informed that they would have a monthly allowance until you came of age where you too would receive an allowance until you married who you wished or if you were to be were married before coming of age the fortune your father had amassed would then be given as a dowry to your husband. Either way, they only had a roof and an allowance until you married. You were eighteen now. You hadn’t been presented to court because they had been so fixated on Anna. Darling, pretty, silly Anna. So now they didn’t even have until next season to salvage the situation. And they weren’t going to salvage it tonight either. Not if you had your way.

You came back to yourself when the clock struck eight. Henrich the butler would announce the time for dinner soon.

It was almost time. You took a deep breath centering your nerves. You just hoped you had enough time to move. You hadn’t expected the Holmes. They were going to be a problem. Even if the Yard did come later rather than sooner those two especially the younger one would interfere. You could only hope that the pride and arrogance of whoever the yard sent the political designs the older one had and the fact that thanks to your Aunts’ vitriol no one was the wiser about exactly what you were capable of, would be enough to slow Sherlock Holms’s brilliant mind down.

You looked at the watch and then looked at your only family counting the seconds.

Heinrich appeared, to announce that dinner was about to be served.

One final breath.

All hell broke loose as you fled into the night, in a maid's dress with your mother's jewels your father's letter of reference and a prayer to God that you could survive what was yet to come.

You did not notice a pair of vibrant blue eyes accessing you clinically, remembering how your father gushed about your intellect, finding it hard to find any trace of brilliance, before being completely surprised by an explosion.

You sat quietly in a corner while you ate your humble meal. Working as a surrey maid at the university was as far from your social circle as you could go and still hold on to your virtue. The fact that it was in a university, in full view of everyone, tickled you daily. No one ever looks at the scurry maids. They’re just there to clean. Thats all. It was honest living with the added bonus that no one paid you any mind. No one noticed you hiding in the shadows, paying attention to the scholars. No one noticed the books disappearing or reappearing. No one noticed you. You finished your food, smiled minutely, and went back to work. Just two more weeks. Two more weeks, and you will be twenty-one. Then you would march up to your father's old friend, your godfather's legal practice, and go back home.

You did not notice a pair of vibrant blue eyes staring at you incredulously. You did not notice how those eyes shone in a savage victory and smiled darkly.

#Dark!Sherlock/Smart!Reader #reader insert #dark!sherlock holmes

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divinecomedyproductions · 10 months

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Married P and Alice Headcanons

-Alice and P(now going as 'Pietro') have aged very well. P deciding to go back to bouncy fluffy hair but also sporting a well kept beard and has become perfectly broad-chested. The man is built like a swashbuckling hero.

-Both dress very nicely thanks to P's inheritance.

-P choose to keep Alice's surname thus, Pietro Liddel and both are known as Mr. and Mrs. Liddell

-P has decided to become a toymaker while Alice has become a school-teacher. The former getting a significant reputation as 'The Silver-Handed Toymaker' from the locals

-Fortunately P has managed to pass his legion arm off as a prosthetic which given Krat's reputation, the public managed to buy it.

-They look a bit eccentric but not too much. Alice wearing vibrant blues and whites while P has clothing that do give off a "dandyish toymaker" vibe. It's enough to give the vibe while they look like a happy married couple, there's an air of mystery to them that we the viewers know well. Think of fantasy and sci-fi movies of the 1980s like The Pagemaster, The Never-Ending Story, or Back To The Future that feature some kind of shopkeeper or librarian or teacher who has an odd secret.

-Thanks to the @theabyssfairy they got a kiddo, a daughter. Elizabeth "Lizzie" Liddell II, which surprised the couple that P was capable. Granted P when he became human did become...*ahem*...well endowed...and they did...consummated...on their wedding night and did...try...out of curiosity after they felt they were ready to be parents...but they never expected to actually conceive. They were just so happy they both had a family again, and they love their daughter to death.

-Also due to the her father's magical origins(ergo) and her mother's gift of entering other minds, Lizzie finds out she can do magic. I can't figure out what exactly though. So yeah, Lizzie is a sorceress of some kind. And the couple are trying to find out what to do about that without the Alchemists catching wind. God knows what they would do with her.

-Lizzie is daddy's little princess :3

-Of course all of this makes P as what many online to day would call erm...*cough*...a DILF...and he gets a lot of gazes from other ladies which Alice gets possessive "My husband >:T" and of course as Victorian ladies do, they get nosey and ask Alice...certain questions...in regards to conceiving Lizzie.

Her response?

"It was like none of your bloody business"

-Giangio and his faction, if they are the big good as I think they are, have the family under their protection.

-There was a case of family drama of the Liddells when it came to Lizzie being frustrated with all the secrets they gotta keep. But it's typical drama of all teenagers that get resolved. She soon understands why her parents are extremely protective of her, especially when she learns about the alchemists, her late Grandfather, and even Bumby.

-Venigni is Lizzie's Godfather, "Uncle Veni", and Sophia her "Aunt Sophie", Eugenie her “Aunt Genie” and Nanny her, well, Nanny and Lizzie loves them all and they love her.

#lies of p #alice madness returns #american mcgee's alice #alice liddell #pinocchio #lorenzini venigni #sophia monad

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oceanmoonwitch · 3 months

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How about a chapter from my magnum opus?

Summary: In which the Elven Queen and Thranduil take their young child Legolas to Elrond and Celebrian's wedding. (Also, the elven queen is related to Galadriel and elves have a telepathic bond with their mates.)

Not long after that incident, Thranduil agreed to use arrows without a point and wooden swords to train Legolas, which meant a much less dangerous training schedule with less injuries. Celebelen was always sure to make time for Legolas to play and spend time with her in the midst of his studies and training with his father. The way he was content to play in the soil as she worked in the greenhouses always made her smile. He was very imaginative and was constantly coming up with fantastic stories to tell her as she bustled around checking on each of her pots and trays of plants. It was also a pleasure to have him follow her around in the gardens she cared for around the palace. His hair glittered in the sun that filtered through the treetops just the same way hers did. It was truly a golden time for them.

It was one such day when a white bird came to perch on her shoulder, gently pulling at a strand of her hair. She wiped off the dirt on her hands before she unburdened the creature of the letter attached to it's leg and whispered her thanks before letting it go free. Taking the time to read the letter, a smile bloomed across her features. She stood and admired her son talking to the nearest peony bush while he buried his hands in the dirt.

"Come, Legolas. Let us go find your ada. I have marvelous news," she called to him.

Legolas was still quite small, though he was in his twenties, he still looked to be the same age as a ten year old human child. He hopped up at once from his pile of dirt and dusted his hands off on his tunic. His hand was small and warm as she tucked his fingers in to her palm as she lead him out into the halls. Many elves smiled and waved to them both as they made their way to the throne room.

When they arrived, Thranduil was in the middle of receiving a report from a captain of the guard. Idly, she admired how composed and elegant he looked in his wine red robes, despite how stressed he obviously was. He noticed them at once, and cut off the elf speaking to him with a finger in the air, sending a smile their way.

She held up the letter, before she reached his side. Giving her a kiss on her cheek, his voice was warm and full of affection when he greeted her, "Hello, my love. What have you got for me?"

She paused for a moment, just to allow her adoration for him sparkle wordlessly across their bond as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Then she told him, "We have a wedding invitation. Lord Elrond is getting married and he has asked us to be there as guests."

His brow rose as he scoffed, "That awkward nosey book worm? Who could have possibly chosen him?"

She rolled her eyes and replied, "My cousin, Celebrian, chose him, thank you very much."

"Oops, I suppose good taste doesn't always run in the family," he teased.

A moment of silence stretched between them, as she gave him a meaningful look.

He looked down briefly, arranging his face into an expression of contrition before meeting her eyes again, "I'm sorry, my love. I will take care of the arrangements for this journey."

Legolas beamed up at his parents, "Ada, naneth, are we going on a trip?"

Nodding, she scooped him up into her arms, tucking her arm beneath his knees as he wrapped his arms around her neck for balance, "Oh yes, my little leaf. We are going to see some of our family and friends! You will meet your great aunt, your cousin, and naneth's good friend."

"Mama, what's a wedding?" the tiny prince asked innocently.

Her eyes glanced up to meet Thranduil's glittering gaze before her eyes returned to looking at her son, responding, "It is a ceremony we observe when two elves love each other very much and wish to spend the rest of their lives together."

Legolas tilted his head while considering what she said, looking so much like Thranduil she couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the thin necklace she was wearing to inspect the gem curiously, before he asked, "Will it be fun?"

She nuzzled his cheek with her nose, making him giggle, before she answered, "Oh, I think it will be lots of fun, my prince."

He cheered in response, then wiggled out of her arms to go climb onto the throne as if it was a jungle gym. She shook her head and smiled as Thranduil pulled her closer and kissed her temple.

His voice was teasing in her mind, Are you sure you don't want another one yet?

Nudging him slightly, she responded, When he is older, we will give him siblings. For now I want to cherish these moments with him.

Burying his face in her hair, he replied, I suppose we'll just practice until then, hm?

This made her laugh and playfully push his face away from her, You are one silly elf, I hope you know.

His hand came up to cup her cheek and run his thumb along her jaw to look into her eyes knowingly, making her blush as was customary. He produced a warm chuckle and replied Only for you, my star.

In the coming weeks, they made their preparations. Celebelen packed a bag of necessities for both herself and Legolas while Thranduil took care of the rest. Legolas constantly barraged her with questions as she walked around the nursery picking up all the things she thought he might want on their trip. She loved answering all of them, engaging in word play with him easily. It was always such a special gift to spend time with him like this, feeling grateful for the privilege of being his mother.

It was late in the evening the night before their trip, when Thranduil entered the nursery while she was reading his bed time story. The tiny prince sat on her lap in their comfortable armchair staring at the pages of colorful illustrations. Thranduil leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms across his chest, smiling gently at them. When she finished, Legolas hopped off her lap and ran with his arms outstretched for his father.

Thranduil easily scooped him up to give him a kiss on the cheek, "How was the story, little leaf?"

Legolas threw his arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug and responded, "The story was great!"

When he released his father, he let his curious hands wander to Thranduil's crown, tracing the branches with his tiny fingers. Thranduil smiled and asked, "And are you ready for bed now?"

"Hmm, I don't want to go to bed," the tiny prince replied.

Celebelen stood and took Legolas from the arms of his father and admonished as she held him on her hip, "My dear, we are leaving in the morning, and tiny princes need their rest before travel."

"Listen to your mother, son. She knows best," Thranduil chided. Celebelen gave her husband a sunny smile in reward.

Legolas bowed his head in disappointment, "Alright. But can I ride with ada on the way there?"

Sighing, she agreed, "Alright, little leaf. You can ride with ada, but only if you agree to get some sleep now."

Legolas cheered and Celebelen put him in his bed and pulled the covers over him. She leaned down to kiss his cheek and whispered, "Good night, love."

Thranduil crossed the room to the bedside lamp and smiled before blowing out the candle, "Good night, son. We will see you in the morning."

"Good night ada. Good night naneth. I love you," he mumbled sleepily.

"I love you too," they both chorused as one. Thranduil joined her at the door and they both left together.

Later in their bedroom, as she changed into her nightgown she noticed him staring at her from where he stood in front of their closet. "What's on your mind, meleth nin?" she asked curiously.

He gave her a crooked smile and raised his brow in challenge, "Guess."

Taking one of their throw pillows off the bed, she threw it at him as she giggled. It hit him on his chest, making him laugh and pick it up off the floor. She crossed to her nightstand and began braiding her hair with a ribbon as she shook her head, still smiling.

"What? Can I not admire the beauty of the queen? The lovely grace of my stunning wife?" he questioned as he walked over to stand behind her, tossing the throw pillow back on the bed. He dipped his head to press a kiss on her neck, smiling when she tilted her head to accept it.

When he began nibbling slowly up the column of her throat, she hummed in pleasure but stopped him, "Easy there, husband. We don't want to be too tired for our early departure. And Legolas asked to ride with you as well."

His chuckle was both dark and warm against her skin before he lifted his lips and grabbed her hips. Pulling her close against him with her back to his chest, he asked, "Are you questioning my stamina?"

Suddenly, she turned in his embrace and wrapped one arm around his neck as she cupped his face, letting her fingers trail across his cheek. Her voice was soft and sweet as she looked into his eyes pleading, "No, but you are good at distracting me. I could lose myself in you any night. Let's just... take things easy, and I'll make it worth your while, hm?"

He stared into her eyes spellbound, but silent, for a few minutes. After a while, she smiled knowingly, to which he blushed, making her giggle. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him, which he accepted enthusiastically. Letting one of his arms snake around her waist as he thrust the other hand into her hair so he could angle her head to kiss her more deeply.

She sighed as he hummed in pleasure, letting his hand lift from her waist to trail up her spine. He pressed between her shoulder blades, becoming more ferocious and insistent as her chest was pinned against his. I will never tire of the taste of you, he thought feverishly. Perhaps I will make a wine modeled after your lovely flavor.

Smiling, she broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his while still cupping his cheek. "What has you so worked up, beloved?" she asked.

Sighing in disappointment, but smiling as he flexed his fingers that were still tangled in her hair, "Memories of our own wedding, I suppose. I was eager then too, if you'll remember."

That made her laugh as she gently took the crown from his head, and replied, "I remember."

Reluctantly, he released her as she stepped away to carefully place the crown on their chest of drawers, next to her own. Turning to face him again, she asked, "Now, will you just hold me tonight? Keep me warm?"

"Of course, my fondest dream," he replied as he motioned to the bed. They both climbed in, her on her back, him on his stomach draped over her. His hand came up to cup her cheek loosely as they settled together comfortably. Her hands came up to gently wrap around his forearm, feeling warm comfort wash through their bond. Nuzzling into the pillow next to her head, he kissed her other cheek and positioned his mouth next to her ear. He began mumbling softly, repeating the phrase over and over, "I love you." Soon, sleep overtook them both.

The next day, after they had both gotten dressed, he walked over to where she was styling her hair and smiled. He held her crown in his hands and only briefly gave a questioning expression. Nodding, she allowed him to secure the silver tiara to her head, nestling it perfectly in her gold tresses.

Leaning down to kiss her cheek, he whispered, "Absolutely lovely."

Quickly, she went to grab his crown, intending to do the same for him. He knelt to one knee and bowed his head to make it easier for her to secure it as he was too tall for her to do it with him standing. Teasingly, she let her fingers touch the bottom of his chin to encourage him to meet her eyes, "And I thought the king never bowed to anyone."

Chuckling, he replied as she placed his crown carefully, "I only bow to my queen. No other could be more worthy of my devotion and respect."

Her eyes sparkled with humor when she responded, "Is that so?"

Taking her hand in his, he placed her palm over his heart, "Queen Celebelen, I will do whatever you desire. My heart is yours to command."

Her other hand took a stray lock of his hair and placed it over his shoulder, "Right now, what I desire is to get our son ready for this trip."

Nodding, he stood and straightened the wrinkles out of his robe as she began making her way towards the packed bags near their door. When she started picking them up, he quickly took them from her, "I'll carry these so you can get Legolas."

"Thank you, dear," she replied as she left the room.

It was an hour later that they were all packed and mounted on their steeds. Legolas was all too pleased to ride with his father on his elk. Celebelen began their trek forward on her white steed, listening to Thranduil mumble grumpily under his breath as he urged the elk to follow close behind her. Several captains traveled with them, among them were Feren and Clion. Both were armed to the teeth and well armored, from what she could see. It made her privately anxious, though she tried to keep her fears low enough so Thranduil would not notice. She could tell he was trying to keep their situation under control so she could focus on spending time with their son. However she could tell that there was an undercurrent of concern in all of them. Especially Thranduil, who had both the sword she had made for him and it's twin secured at either side of his belt. She tried to ignore it and enjoy the ride to Imladris.

Several weeks later they arrived under the sound of an alerting horn. Thranduil dismounted first with Legolas in his arm, then easily helped her down from her own mount. Almost at once, Galadriel was spotted descending the steps towards them with Celeborn not far behind.

"Auntie!" Celebelen called, "It is so good to see you again!"

Galadriel smiled and hugged her, "Well met, niece. It is so good of you all to come! We're very excited!"

"We are excited too! And now you have the chance to meet my son," Celebelen said as she turned and motioned Legolas forward from his father's side. He was hesitant, but allowed his mother to put her arm around him as he began to cling to her side.

The tiny prince mumbled, "Pretty."

Galadriel laughed and replied, "Thank you, dear Legolas. It is good to meet you."

Elrond appeared at the top of the steps and scaled them quickly, "I'm sorry I am late. Well met Lord Thranduil and Lady Celebelen."

Celebelen smiled, "Thank you very much for inviting us, my friend! What an honor to be at your wedding. Legolas, this is Lord Elrond, say hello, love."

Legolas still clung to her skirt as he looked up at Elrond and said softly, "Hello."

The Lord of Imladris smiled down at the young elf and said, "Well met, young man. I've heard a lot about you from your mother."

Releasing his hold on his mother's skirt, Legolas stepped forward to look up at Elrond curiously. He was silent for a few minutes as he tilted his head from side to side, obviously considering Elrond very seriously. Then as innocently as a newborn fawn, he asked, "What's an 'awkward nosey bookworm'? That's what ada said you are."

Instantly, Celebelen's face burned with embarrassment as she swept forward to scoop up her son, "Oh my goodness. I am so sorry, Lord Elrond."

Elrond raised a brow and replied, "Not to worry. Children are sponges, from what I've read."

Celebelen turned to glare at her husband who looked extremely surprised. Her face was still very much a cherry red. She noticed that there were three elves that had appeared at the top of the stairs, all of them trying hard not to snicker. She recognized Lindir, but there was one with golden hair and another with dark hair she did not recognize. Lindir raised a hand in greeting, though his other hand was covering his mouth trying to suppress a laugh. Galadriel had also covered her mouth, though her smile was unmistakable.

Then unexpectedly Legolas spoke again to Elrond, "Ada said that he's surprised an elf lady agreed to marry you because you're terrible at conversation. How come you're bad at conversation?"

Celebelen groaned and wished the ground would swallow her up. The other elves at the top of the stairs could not hold in their laughter, as the one with gold hair held on to Lindir from laughing so hard. Celeborn had appeared by Galadriel's side looking nonplussed, just in time for her to hold on to his shoulder as she roared with laughter. Celebelen stared up at the heavens before she reprimanded her son, "Legolas, I would ask that you not repeat any more of your father's ramblings. Your words are rude."

His lip trembled as he stared at his mother, "I'm sorry naneth."

"You should apologize to Lord Elrond," she turned her furious stare back at her husband, who at least had the grace to look sheepish. "And so should your father."

After Legolas nodded in agreement, she let him down and encouraged him to walk over to Elrond once more. His voice was small and trembling as he stood in front of him, when he said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

Elrond looked down and held out his hand for Legolas, which the tiny prince took. They shook hands as Elrond replied, "That is quite alright, young one. We are all a product of our surroundings."

Celebelen put a hand over her eyes and shook her head as she mumbled, "What a disaster..."

Legolas returned to her side and asked, "Are you angry, mama?"

She sighed and grabbed his hand, responding, "Not with you."

Legolas seemed to be pleased that she wasn't upset with him, not realizing the double meaning of her words. She did not look at her husband, but sent one thought across their bond, Deal with this.

Galadriel, who was still smiling, motioned her over and said, "Come, let us go see Celebrian. She is eager to see her favorite cousin."

Trying her best to hold her head high, despite the burning blush still heavy on her cheeks, she agreed and followed her aunt.

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