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theraputicwritings · 4 years

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Poker Faces & Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: Wow! Two stories in two nights! I am officially on a roll! I wasn’t planning to write a Christmas story, but I got a lovely anonymous request to write a Secret Santa story. So without further ado, enjoy!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: None really except for some almost cotton candy sweet fluff

Request: Hey, could you do a Spence request? Since your masculinity one was sooooo gooooood. It's Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa and you got Spence, your best friend. Presents are exchanged at Rossi's mansion, and you end up being under the mistletoe with Spence when he asks you out on a date. 🎅

“One thing even a poker face cannot hide is love.”

― Tapan Ghosh

“Alright my lovely crime-fighting superheroes! Gather around the Christmas tree! It is time to open our Secret Santa gifts! And this year we’re adding a fun little twist!”

Penelope Garcia couldn’t have been more excited for the annual BAU Christmas party and it was infectious. You’d only been going for two years, but they were amazingly fun. It helped that the BAU team was such a tight-knit group, but they were also just a lot of fun. It was a good distraction from the otherwise dark world that tended to surround the team weekly.

Everyone slowly made their way to where Rossi had set up the beautiful Christmas tree. (You were fairly positive he had paid for it to be set up, but you weren’t complaining.) The room was cozy and warm, exactly how Christmas should be. It smelled like a mix of mulled wine, apple cider, and the Italian spices Rossi always used to make his traditional Italian Christmas meal.

You carefully balanced your cocktail on one knee as Spencer sat on one side of you and Derek on the other. It was the perfect you sandwich on pretty boy bread and you couldn’t have been more pleased with your couch buddies.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed that Spencer was particularly close to you. It was how you normally sat next to each other. Whether it was on the seats in the jets or each other’s couches during your bi-weekly Doctor Who marathon. It made the cozy atmosphere that much more cozy knowing he was sitting close to you.

“So what’s the twist this year, Baby Mama?” Derek asked a flirty smirk on his lips. “I know it’s going to be fun if it came out of your beautiful mind.”

Penelope practically bounced with each movement as she paced in front of the group who had all sat down on various couches, chairs, and floor cushions.

“It is going to be more fun than bingo night at the Rotary Club. Which is quite fun if you believe it or not,” she quirked. “So, the rules are each person will be presented with their Secret Santa gift. Once it’s been open, everyone will try to guess who’s gift it is. If the group is right, the gifted drinks. If the group is wrong, then the group drinks. Makes sense?”

Everyone nodded in response so she turned and started to rummage through the pile of gifts under the tree.

“First up is none other than Boy Genius, Dr. Spencer Reid himself! Here you go.”

Carefully she placed in front of him a small Christmas stocking and everyone leaned in to see what was in the gift. An awkward and shy smile crawled across Spencer’s lips as he removed the tissue paper and pulled out a deck of poker cards and a tie wrapped in ribbon.

“Oh wow, poker cards! I’m guessing someone wants to try their hand at besting me,” he remarked. You could tell he wasn’t nearly as excited for the gift but was doing his best to hide his lack of enthusiasm. Everyone else however had already started profiling the gifts to guess who they were from.

“Both gifts have a certain whimsy, playful quality to them,” Emily said as she looked up at Penelope.

“Yeah, but the cards look vintage. Maybe even antique. Some thought was definitely put into them,” Morgan added on, reaching across you to grab the box. It did look vintage and you looked over his shoulder in interest.

After a few more seconds of everyone deducing who could have given the gifts, the conclusion had been made that they were from Rossi.

“Nope,” the older man said, popping the “p” and taking a sip of his scotch.

“Well, then who gifted them?” JJ asked, looking around as everyone took a sip from their drinks.

Everyone that is… except you.

When they realized it was you who had gifted the poker cards, everyone looked shocked and it didn’t surprise you. Traditionally you were ah-mazing at giving gifts. It was your love language and you had a knack for giving thoughtful and personal gifts. A tie and a box of poker cards didn’t seem like you. Especially after last year when you’d personally made Rossi a leather-bound book full of the recipes he’d taught you that year.

After shrugging it off, everyone wondered if maybe it had just been a fluke and continued with the game. You knew better though. You had an ace up your sleeve that you planned to play later that night.

Not too long after, everyone had been given their gifts and everyone was starting to get tipsy. You weren’t too bad yet but the vodka in your drink was starting to give you the type of warm fuzzies you generally avoided. After graciously thanking JJ for the beautiful pair of boots she’d given you, you quietly stood up and escaped to the kitchen for a glass of water.

While you were helping yourself to the iced water and a few cubes of fancy cheesy you felt someone behind you. Turning, you discovered it was exactly who you thought it would be.

“Hey, Spencer.”

Spencer smiled and walked up to you so you two were close.

“Hey. What are you doing in here?”

You shrugged and held up the glass with water in it.

“Just hydrating. Trying not to get too drunk.”

Spencer nodded before starting, “Actually drinking water doesn't prevent a hangover. In fact, studies have concluded, the only way to prevent a hangover is to drink less alcohol.”

He finished his little factoid with a quirky smile and it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You didn’t know why, but sometimes you felt like you were the only one who actually enjoyed it when Spencer quoted one of the many facts that he knew off the top of his head. His intelligence and passion for knowledge and learning made him uniquely him and you loved it about him.

“Well, it’s a little late on the drinking-less-bit, but staying hydrated during a party has never hurt someone,” you responded with a shrug.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you popped another cheese cube into your mouth.

“You know, I’m kinda surprised at your Secret Santa gift. It’s not what I expected a gift from you to be like.”

Spencer’s face turned red and you hoped your poker face hid the laugh you were failing to suppress.

“That’s because it’s only part of the gift, Spencer.”

“There’s more?” Spencer asked, raising his eyebrows.

Nodding, you put your glass down and took his hand. “Here, come with me.”

With your best sneaky, flirty smile, you slowly led him out the backdoor and to a spot you’d scouted when you’d first arrived at the party. Rossi’s property was massive, but you’d taken notice of the invasive plant covering a tree near the garden and knew it was the perfect location. Christmas lights had been strung throughout the yard and it held for quite the romantic ambiance.

Once you’d gotten settled under the tree, you turned to Spencer, pleased to see he was oblivious to what the two of you were standing under.

This was it. This was the moment you’d been planning on. You were going to reveal to Spencer your feelings. There were some anxieties about if he didn’t like you back, but you were confident Spencer reciprocated those feelings. His poker face wasn’t nearly as good when it came to relationships.

“That deck of cards is more than just your typical poker set. Yes, they’re vintage, but they’re more than that too. Open the box and see for yourself.”

Spencer tilted his head in confusion as he pulled the box out of his jacket pocket. Carefully he pulled the lid off of the tin box and read what you had written on the first card.

“52 Reasons Why I Love Spencer Reid.”

His head popped up and his eyes went from confused to bewildered to shocked to pleased to uncomfortable in a matter of seconds. It was a whirlwind for you to watch and try to interpret his emotions.

“You love me?” he asked as he took the cards out of the box. Slowly, he shifted through the cards which listed the various reasons why you had started to fall in love with Spencer over the two years that you had been working together.

“I think I do. Yeah. I don’t know if I actually know what love is, Spencer, but the feelings I have for you are more than just attraction.”

When you didn’t get a response, you started to panic.

“I’m sorry. It’s a stupid and unprofessional gift. I shouldn’t have done all this… especially if it’s going to ruin our friendship. I just needed to tell you how I feel and—“

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing into yours. You could feel yourself practically melt but as soon as they were there, they were gone.

You opened your eyes and looked up at Spencer.

“I think I have feelings for you too, Y/N. I have for a while now, and I’ve wanted to ask you out on a date, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way,” Spencer explained as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

His hand came to rest on your shoulder and you hoped the smile on your face was cute and didn’t feel as big and goofy as it felt.

“So you like my gift then?” You asked hopefully.

Spencer chuckled as he nodded. “I do.”

“That’s good then. Otherwise, I would have felt awkward placing us under a tree full of mistletoe.”

Eyes wide, Spencer tilted his head up to confirm that what you said was true. Sure enough, the parasitic plants were covering the tree. Some of the branches were low enough to be right over your heads.

“Well, I guess we should kiss again?” Spencer suggested as he stepped closer to you and leaned in.

“I guess we should,” you agreed before pressing your lips into his.

“She was in the only place she wanted to be right now.

She was home.” Tilly Tennant

#theraputic writings #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x you #reader insert #fluff #derek morgan #penelope garcia #imagines #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfiction #anonymous request #christmas #poker #mistletoe

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lykaonimagines · 6 years

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Positive (Part 7) - Loki x Reader

Sorry for the longer wait on this one guys, super long week with things going wrong >.> Finally was able to just sit down and write it. I also did a few edits for this part that I thought would be fun, and will be at the bottom of the story!

Hope you all enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Paring: Loki x Reader

Part #: 7

Word Count: 2,022

Description: A mutant member of the Avengers finds out she’s pregnant with her boyfriend Loki’s baby, are they ready for this?

Warnings: Pregnancy, jealousy

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Masterlist

(Gif doesn’t belong to me)

As Loki finds himself on the New York streets again, his steps feel lighter than he can remember in a long time. Finding the bench he previously occupied a few months prior when he felt the weight of the universe on his shoulders, he takes a moment to sit and take it all in.

His love, the most spectacular woman in the nine realms, he has no doubt, is his. She’s alive, and well, and everything he never knew he needed. “If only mother had been able to meet you,” he says softly as he scrolls through their walls of texts. Ever the affectionate one, she reminded him regularly exactly what he meant to her, something he appreciated more than he could ever begin to explain.

Then their daughter. His daughter. He somehow had something to do with that little wiggling being they saw on the screen. How he’d been given the chance after all he’s done to bring a child into existence, he didn’t know. How two people with some of the worst experiences involving parenting, were now being given this innocent being to care for and do right in a way they weren’t.

As much as he didn’t like to admit it, the Avengers themselves were a part of this new life he was falling in love with. Through Y/N and their coming daughter, he’d been spending more time with the other Avengers, and coming to actually enjoy the presence of his new found family. They’d accepted him in after everything he’d done, even if there were still plenty of comments made. They were still all a bit… much for him at times. But the way they care for Y/N and their child, is worth any of that.

Then Thor. The ever present shadow he felt he was always in. Thor’s brother. Always was just Thor’s brother. Finding out he wasn’t even the shadow role he’d been stuck in had hurt him more than he could ever have expected. Though he still loved Thor as a brother, and the last year in the tower had been good for them. He finally felt he could stand beside Thor as a brother, and not just a shadow.

Which led to the last thing. Acceptance. Discovering himself. Knowing himself and who he is. All of them together had combined to contribute to that. But he awards that mainly to his daughter. Trying to step up and actively be a the man she deserves as a father, that she can be proud of, and that she can depend on.

There was just one last problem. Loki smirks to himself as he scrolls through his phone photos of Y/N and he. Countless selfies she’d taken of them fill up his gallery, with random photos of himself with captions she’d left. “Just one last piece.”

Not quite sure where to begin, he finds himself drifting toward the familiar book store once again. Spotting the worker from his previous visit, he quickly walks over, “Could you direct me to the books on crafting jewelry?”

(From Loki’s phone)

Collapsing down into the office chair of his newly rented hotel room, Loki sorts through the things he’s bought, books on the history of ring designs, crafting jewelry, midgardian customs, several sketch pads, and some pencils. “This is going to be nearly impossible to hide,” he groans to himself looking around the room.

He sighs and finally sets himself to work flipping through the books, and sketching out bits and pieces he likes as time goes by.

Y/N comes out of their shared room, Loki’s sweatshirt over her and their bed sheets cocooned around her body. Everything ached and she was so damn cold.

Stephen had let her return to the dormitory floors under the promise she’d go straight to bed. Which she did. For a little while.

Walking out to the living room she finds Bucky alone watching movie on the couch.

“Buck,” she whines pulling the covers around herself tighter.

He jumps, having been so entranced in the show and his eyes darting to her, “Y/N! You’re supposed to be in bed! You can’t be up walking around with fresh stitches.”

“Have you seen Loki?” She asks looking out the window, the sky starting to darken. “He left at like 10:30 this morning and he’s still not come back to the room.”

“Haven’t seen him,” Bucky replies finally pausing his movie. “I don’t think he came back yet.”

She frowns and then sighs loudly looking at her friend with pleading eyes, “Bucky, I’m sooooo cold.”

“Then get back in bed,” he responds with a grin.

“It’s not helping,” she whines back at him, trying to make herself look as sad as possible. “This girl is half ice giant Buck, she’s freezing me from the inside out.”

His eyes widen in realization as he pats the seat next to him, “Didn’t think of that Y/N, here come watch the movie with me.”

She quickly crawls onto the couch, and snuggles into her friend’s warmth with a content sigh, “So warm.”

He rolls his eyes and puts an arm around her before starting the movie back up as they sit in comfortable silence.

“Is this really old Zorro?” She mumbles, her mind starting to get fuzzy with sleep.

“Yeah,” he responds rubbing her shoulder. “One of my favorites from back before I enlisted.”

“Hm,” she nods. “So what did you do for fun in the 1940s then beyond Zorro, Grandpa?”

He smirks down, “Oh the usual. Camping, some woodworking occasionally, and taking out the dames to the local dances.”

“Scandalous man you are Bucky,” she chuckles. “And how was Steve with these dames?”

Bucky throws his head back with a laugh, “Oh just the complete and utter ladies man he is to this day Y/N. You know our Steve, the regular heart breaker.”

“Those poor girls, never knew what they were in for,” she clicks her tongue. “Steve the Casanova he is.”

“So how are you feeling?” He asks suddenly.

“A lot warmer,” she replies happily. “You exude manly heat.”

“You exude manly heat.” Loki hears as he enters the kitchen behind the living room. His chest tightening as he hears Y/N’s familiar laugh tangled with one of the male Avenger coming from the next room.

“I aim to please miss.”

He slams the bag of food in his hands on the counter, the bang causing the pair to go silent.

“Bruce don’t Hulk out in the kitchen!” Y/N yells over, followed by more laughter.

Steeling his face, Loki presses on into the living room where he finds Y/N curled up into Bucky, his arm around her. “Wrong Avenger,” he responds with a tense smile. “So what exactly is going on here?”

“Loki!” Y/N yells, her eyes lighting up. “The long lost prince has finally returned.”

Bucky makes a gagging noise as he lifts his arm from around her shoulders, acknowledging the slightly menacing gaze he’s getting from Loki.

“As I said I would,” he responds, his eyes still flickering between her and the other man. “What have you two been up to? And why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was so damn cold,” Y/N states, “That frost giant DNA is freezing me from the inside I swear. I came out here looking for you, but someone has been gone all day. So I’m using Bucky for his warmth and watching his old man movie.”

His eyes widen immediately, “How cold? Is it burning? Are you in pain?”

“No no no,” she says holding a hand up to stop him, “Just feel’s like I’m unprepared for the cold weather I’ve walked out into. Nothing serious.”

Loki nods and continues to look at her, his chest still tight from her words. “I’m sorry I can’t be the one to help with that,” he says stiffly.

“Your sweatshirt helps,” she grins lifting the sheets from around her body.

He forces a small smile, “I’m guessing you won’t be wanting that ice cream then. Luckily I brought some warm food as well if you haven’t eaten. Which you haven’t I’m assuming?”

Her face turns slightly red, “Yeah… I haven’t thought about it.”

He sighs and holds his hands out to help lift her from the couch, “You get in bed, I will bring the food.”

“Sounds good prince charming,” she says with a wink, and stretches up to kiss his cheek.

After Y/N has made it back to their room, Loki’s gaze immediately goes back to Bucky.

“I was comforting my cold pregnant friend, prince charming,” he says turning his movie back on. “Don’t get bent out of shape.”

Loki scowls at him, “I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t curl up romantically with my girlfriend on the couch.”

Bucky smirks back at him rolling his eyes, “Romantically? Someone worried?”

“No!” Loki yells back crossing his arms. “I’d just appreciate you keeping your hands off my girlfriend Buchanan before I have to do something about it.”

Bucky leans back against the couch unfazed, “If you couldn’t tell that was merely friendly comfort and you are that unconfident in your relationship, you have worse things to worry about.”

“I just almost fucking lost her for Odin’s sake,” Loki snaps. “Of course I am fucking worried mortal. I trust her. But I just almost lost her. I… I don’t need to explain this to you.”

The other man’s expression softens as he pulls himself up from the couch, and walking over to him putting a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “You should be more open like that, it makes you a lot more likable. But understand this, she’s a good friend and I was just comforting her. Even if I was interested, she’s very obviously in love. Don’t strain that with jealousy.” He turns the tv off before leaving to go back to his own room, leaving Loki standing in the middle of the room processing everything.

Finally he moves from his spot to take care of the ice cream and grab the dinner he’d brought them back to their bedroom. Setting the food out on the table in their room, he feels her arms snake around his waist.

“So…” she says softly laying a cheek against his back.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” he responds with a sigh, trying to shrug out of her embrace. “You’re going to make yourself colder.”

However, she clings onto him tighter, “Worth it.”

The tightening in chest starts to relax at her words, “Really now?”

“I missed you,” she responds, kissing his back. “I’ve been thinking about our little girl.”

“Me too,” he says as he twists in her grip so he’s facing her. “I’m going to have two exquisite girls in my life, I’m a very lucky undeserving man.”

She smiles up at him, “No, you’re a strong, intelligent, sensitive, passionate, and loving man that’s gone through a lot to be the man I wake up next to every morning.”

His eyes start to prickle at her words, all tension leaving his body as he stares into her eyes, “Y/N…”

“So I might not be able to have that ice cream right now,” she states smirking up at him. “But I believe I have one other request owed to me. And I plan on collecting it.”

“Oh Is that right?” He asks, his lips coming near her own, able to feel his cool breath on her face. “Remind me, what is that?”

“I believe, your highness, that you owe me a kiss,” she whispers back.

“I couldn’t refuse you now could I?” He asks before pressing their lips together. The sweet simple kiss growing more passionate as his tongue slips into her mouth. She groans into his mouth, pulling him flush with her own body, her knees starting to go a little weak when he breaks the kiss.

She gasps for air as she stares up at the god in her arms. “Satisfactory darling?”

“Very much so. But I have a question,” she replies.

“Hm?” He responds stroking her back.

“Where have you been all day?”

Uh oh.

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Y/N’s snaps of her life with Loki & the team

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 8 Masterlist

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narryblossoms · 7 years

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Discipline

sooooo I know my last one didn’t have a plot, but this one does! I hope it makes sense and I hope you guys like this lil series I’m trying to create :-) it’s very angsty and theres some fluff I hope and also lots of husband!Harry and dad!Harry obviously :))) there’s a part 2 to this and it will be posted tomorrow (thursday night) so stay tuned my bumblebees

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“You’re late.” Harry stated as his son walked through the front door and made his way towards his room. Harry’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, an old dark blue full sleeve shirt covering his upper body paired with his black sweat pants.

“Keeping track now?” Jasper shot back.

“Sorry?” Harry asked, giving Jasper a chance to reword what he had said.

“Nothing, I’m surprised you care at all.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“I don’t. Humour me.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, poking your head through the entrance of the kitchen.

“Jasper was just about to explain something to me.” Harry informed you. He turned back to his son, staring him right in the eye. “Go on.”

Jasper narrowed his eyes at his father. “No point. Not like he’s going to listen.” He said before turning towards the stairwell.

Harry scoffed. “Now you’re gonna walk away. Real mature, son.”

“Harry.” You said sternly, shooting a look at your husband, and making your way towards the angry father and son duo. “I’m listening, J, keep talking.”

He looked over at you, eyes glossing over as he shook his head quickly and turned around to walk up to his room.

You let out a deep breath and rubbed your forehead before turning to your husband. “Why do you have to be such an ass?” You wacked his bicep with the back of your hand.

“M'not! He’s home an hour after curfew and you’re yellin’ at me?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m going to finish the dishes and you’re going to go make peace and see what’s wrong. You both have been arguing way too much lately.”

“He’s being a brat. Nothing wrong with him.”

“Harry.”

“Sweet, you can’t keep letting him get away with this stuff.”

“I’m not. Just don’t like it when he’s upset.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“No he won’t. You need to talk to him and see what’s wrong.” You pleaded.

"There’s no point, he’s not going to listen.”

“Honey, I need you to take this seriously. Go please.”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.”

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“Hi.” Jasper smiled sheepishly as he walked through the front door, bringing a gust of cold air with him.

“Phone, in my hand, now.” Harry instructs his slightly inebriated son. He had Adrian snoozing on his shoulder with a fuzzy blanket from the couch thrown over his body to keep him warm. Harry had woken up when he heard his youngest coughing and calling for him. The weather was not so great and Adrian had caught the worst of it. He’d been coughing and sniffling all week and no amount of soup, cuddles or NyQuil made him feel better.

Naturally, as he was up, Harry checked to see if Wynter and Jasper were sound asleep. Contrary to his hope that he had gotten through to his son with the talk he gave him just three days ago, Jasper’s bed was empty. “Dad, I-”

“Go to your room. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

"No, wait, Dad-” He started again.

“I don’t want to hear it, Jasper. Move.”

Jasper digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone, placing it in Harry’s waiting hand before making his way up to his room with his head down. He was already starting to regret it, Harry could tell. But it was nearing 2 in the morning and he had to get up in 5 hours and leave for work, he didn’t have time to argue with his son despite the anger that was bubbling deep inside of him.

Harry locks the door and makes his way across the house turning off all the lights before heading back upstairs. As he reached the top step, he felt Dino brush against his leg, his golden body sprawled out at the top of the stairs. Even their puppy knew when something was wrong. “C’mon, buddy. Let’s go.” Dino followed while Harry cradled Adrian in his arms, trying not to startle him from the sleep that finally caught up to his little body. He gently placed his son in his bed, immediately covering him up with the double-layered blanket before making his way to his own room to find you awake and sat up in bed with the lamp light on. He knew you heard Jasper coming in and the worried look on your face masked the disappointment you were both feeling.

You stared at him not sure what to say to ease the situation. “Go back to sleep, sweet.” Harry said sounding extremely exhausted as he walked towards you. “We’ll deal with it in the morning.”

You silently agreed, acknowledging the fatigue in Harry’s voice and body language, scooting back down as you watched him make his way to his side of the bed. Dino circled around his own bed, that was at the foot of yours, until he settled down to sleep.

Once Harry was under the covers, you turned off the lamp before you both scooted in close to each other to find the warmth that was missing. Harry brushed the hair away from your face and pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead. He brought you closer to him and gave you a squeeze, letting you know that whatever happened in the morning, you’d deal with it together.

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“Hi,” you greeted Harry, walking into your bedroom.

“Hi, sweet.” He smiled from in front of the dresser where he was opening his watch from around his wrist.

“How was work?” You asked, leaning in to accept his kiss. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Was good. Got a new client today.” He answered giddily, as he reached loosen his tie.

“Really? Another one? Making your way to junior partner, aren’t you Styles?” You smirked.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly with a grin on his face. You both knew that he was only one winning case away from a raise.

“What were you doing outside?” He asked, after you grabbed his face to kiss him with your hands that were still cold from being out in the frosty weather for just a few minutes.

“Aide thought it would be funny to throw Dino’s ball in the snow. Had to calm him down before he came back into the house.” You told Harry as he made his way to the walk-in closet to change into something more comfortable. It was Friday, which meant it was a day off for Adrian from pre-school and that in turn meant a day off for you.

Harry laughed as he slipped on a sweatshirt with the name of his grad school stitched on the front, “Dino or Aide?”

“Both,” you joked. “So, um…” You trailed, not sure how to bring up what happened last night. “We didn’t talk this morning.”

“No, we didn’t.” He agreed, looking up at you as he shoved his pants down and stepped into a pair of thick grey sweat pants.

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to call the shots. Harry was good at this, being the strict parent. While the kids always won you over with a smile wider than their face or slobbery kisses pressed to your cheeks with exaggeration, Harry was more of a hard-ass. He was hard to impress. You guessed that came along with having an attorney for a father. And a husband.

“1 month. No phone, no games, and no parties. And Sam can come over, but he can’t go to hers.”

“Okay.”

“Got to be strict with him, Sweet.” He reminded you, like always.

“I will.” You told him, with an eye roll, as always.

Harry chuckled at the routine. “I know you’ve got a soft spot for him, but we can’t let him get away with this.” He told you, clicking the light off for the closet as he made his way to you.

“I know.”

“Want me to talk to him?” He offered, knowing the answer.

“No, no, I will.” You said quickly, not wanting the situation to be worse. Both Styles men were hot-headed and you couldn’t risk it this time.

Harry couldn’t pretend to hate how sympathetic you were towards the kids. It came along with your good natured heart, even though it got the best of you at times. If Harry didn’t turn into the bad guy when his kids did something wrong, he was sure they would be brats. “Okay, I’ll be in the study. Got some work to finish up.” He pressed a warm kiss to your forehead.

“Already?” You pouted, “you just got home.”

“I know, it’ll be quick. Just have to check on a few things.”

“Okay, don’t take too long.”

“I won’t. And remember, one month.” He reminds you.

“Yes, Your Honour.” You snicker as he glares at you.

“Very funny.“

You smacked his butt as he walked past you, only to have him turn around and tackle you onto the bed.

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Kuai Liang/Sub-Zero x F!Reader - Mortal Kombat Part 13

So, sooooo, sorry for taking so freaking long to update (five months, what??). I admit I have been struggling to write this story, not for a lack of ideas (seriously, the notes on my phone can attest to that) but I just don't seem to be capable of putting together all this stuff I came up with and I'm so scared of messing up. Perhaps I tend to procrastinate a lot because I just want this story to be good… perfect for you, my readers, because all of you have been truly sweet to me and supportive of my work and I want to give my best.

Obviously, life happened too but I won’t bore you with details.

I had finished this chapter long ago, actually, but I wanted to write chapter fourteen so I could publish both. The reason why I intended to do that was because I had promised some stuff (hint hint) would happen the next time I updated but, the truth is, that the chapter got so long that I had to split it in two. Well, I have some bad news here: chapter fourteen isn’t complete yet (halfway there, though) so you'll have to wait for another update (hopefully not as long as this one!).

Again, I want to apologize for keeping you all waiting. I feel terrible because I love you all and I want to make you happy. Forgive me for not delivering what I promised. Thank you for the beautiful and kind words, the likes, reblogs, for the support. Despite my lack of replies, I have noticed all this and it has filled me with joy to know that you love this fic and never forget about it! Your encouragement gave me the motivation to keep going :D

Thanks to my baes Lucía and Lala and for putting up with my inner fangirl. Also, Tara; if you're reading this, I'm sorry for being trash!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat or its characters. They all belong to Ed Boon and NetherRealm Studios. No copyright infringement intended. All I’m trying to do is provide entertainment to the readers and by no means do I have lucrative purposes.

Warnings: Unbetaed work. OoC. Sexual references. English is not my first language.

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Part XIII

You needed to start busying yourself with maintaining the household and getting a bit more involved in the daily life of the clan. After all, it was supposed to be your responsibility as the grandmaster’s wife— inspecting the domestic activities of everyday, settling petty arguments, and dealing with all unimportant concerns so that your husband would be free to concentrate in other pressing matters. It didn't mean it was an easy task, of course. Being in charge of a growing community wasn’t a situation you had imagined yourself in, but you were determined to get by.

There was the concern on how you’d approach this issue. You weren’t sure if, now that you were in good health, people expected you to take the reins or if you were to remain estranged from that role for a little longer. It was something that made you dubious, considering that you still were new to the clan, but you definitely weren’t approaching Liang for this and neither did you want to tell Shyama about it. Her advice had made you think twice about venting your thoughts so casually with anyone, and you didn’t want her to believe you still were clueless about how you fit in this place. However, you didn’t want to appear as rude and intrusive to the people who, most certainly, had been running this place just fine without your help all these years. Still, you wished to be involved in the routine a little more and do something other than remaining in your bedroom the whole day, waiting for your husband to show up.

Liang…

Thinking about him now made you feel so giddy on the inside that you couldn’t hide your sudden aura of joy. Lifen was the first one to notice, of course, and said that you practically had the stars of the night sky in your eyes. You’d felt like such a little girl overwhelmed by bliss when you got to tell her what had happened after the meal, and she’d been so happy that you finally decided to be more proactive regarding your relationship with Liang. It might have not seemed like much, but to you it was a big accomplishment.

After that kiss, you couldn’t stop thinking about him the whole day. You were on a daze, wondering what you should do to please him. Knowing that you meant so much more to him than you'd imagined made you warm and fuzzy, a feeling you were certain you had never experienced before. Still, you didn’t want to be clingy and needy despite your desire to be enveloped in his arms and feel his close proximity. What was happening to you? Just the thought of him had you blushing like a newlywed bride— well, it’s true you recently married but, at this point, you shouldn’t be getting so asinine over a mere kiss. Good thing that Lifen didn’t think you were acting so effusive and annoying, but you couldn’t help it. It was your first kiss with your husband… your first kiss ever, and it was more than you’d hoped for.

“Should I prepare you for the grandmaster tonight?”

Lifen’s question, though well-intended, took you aback and for a moment you didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t thought about it, in all honesty, and when she mentioned the matter about sleeping with him all you could do was stay silent. Now that you’d gotten closer, that you had permitted him to get more intimate… would it all culminate in the due consummation of your wedding? You knew the answer to that, you knew what you had to do, but deep inside you weren’t certain of what you wanted anymore. Everything was happening so fast, and you could barely keep up with these changes in your life— you were just wrapping your mind around the idea that you’d gotten married. It wasn't that you didn't find Liang appealing, or that you'd never imagined yourself in a passionate situation with him, but knowing that it could be happening so soon and you still weren't ready… it certainly left you restless.

Clouds and rain was something you could muse about, despite your embarrassment. Being intimate with him was a different story altogether. Your head was spinning, and your cheeks burned with the fever that afflicted your body. What was wrong with you? You were supposed to be already prepared for this just like many other women before you! Why the doubt still lingered even after it was clear to you that you had to give yourself to him? It was what you were meant to do, what should be.

“My lady?”

“Actually… I think I need more time.” The words escaped your lips before you knew it, and Lifen looked at you as though you'd said something insane.

“But… why?” She didn’t seem to understand your plight. How could she? Not even you could fully comprehend what was going on.

“I just do not think it would be advisable to rush into such… interactions for now,” you replied in a strained whisper, taking a deep breath before bringing your legs to your chest.

Lifen only nodded and didn’t inquire further, though it was evident that she was still puzzled at your sudden change of mind— or rather your inability to make it up.

That night you went to bed with little Lixue cuddled by your feet, wondering what would this new stage in your relationship with your husband mean. There was no doubt that you liked him and you wished to overcome your shyness soon, before it turned into a hindrance for your relationship and ruined everything. You were aware of the risks you were taking with your decision, but you needed to gather the courage to take that important step. It would be the first time you were with a man, so you couldn't take it lightly

As you lay in bed and looked into the flames warming your bedroom, you fell into a restless sleep.

Some time later you were disturbed from your slumber, when you sensed someone fidget by your side with unsettled movements. Still groggy and confused, you tried to get your bearings whilst rubbing your eyes. A grunt had you turning around, and then you saw Liang breathing heavily as he mumbled and stirred restlessly in his sleep. It was evident that he was having a nightmare, by his distraught aura and the sweat that covered his brow, so your natural reaction was try to get him away from whatever vision was afflicting him so much.

“Liang?” you called, shaking him lightly in hopes of waking him up. However, to your dismay, his hand shot so quick to grab a hold of your wrist that you didn’t register when you were pushed onto your back and he was on top of you, growling under his breath as a look of terror flashed in his pale eyes. You were panicked at his unexpected actions and gripped his forearms, seeking release from his vicious hold. “Liang, it is I; your wife!”

At the sound of your voice he seemed to come to his senses and recognize you, withdrawing from you in a hurry as soon as he realized what he’d done. “Forgive me. I did not mean to. I thought—” his voice was filled with regret as he released you and he couldn’t even finish, facing the other way as though he wished to have no further contact with you.

“You were shaking and mumbling in your sleep,” you observed, inching closer to his form before placing a hand on his shoulder with some hesitation. “What happened?”

“It was only a nightmare. Do not worry about me.” It was clear to you that he had no intentions in sharing the cause of his anxiety, but could you blame him? You did the same so he wouldn’t have to worry for days on end about you, and you couldn’t exactly reproach him. Sighing, you shook your head and retreated your hand whilst casting your gaze to your lap, unsure of what to do. This seemed to catch his attention for he shifted and glanced at you, somewhat uneasy. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I am fine,” you mumbled, offering a rather timid smile. “You just scared me, that is all.”

“It was not my intention to do any harm to you. I am sorry. This has never happened before, but… that may be because I have always slept alone. Maybe I should spend the night elsewhere, so you can be more comfortable.”

What was he thinking?

“No, I understand! There is no need to apologize, and you do not have to leave this room for me. I am not at discomfort with you…” your voice trailed off as you fiddled with your fingers. “You did not do anything wrong and it was not your fault to have bad dreams. Please, stay. It is not a reassuring feeling to wake up alone, no?”

You didn’t even know why you were saying all those things and it felt a bit strange, truth be told. Liang turned to you with a pensive gaze and then he acquiesced to your request, lying on his back before he took a deep breath. Whatever it was he’d dreamt, you couldn’t help but notice he still looked troubled despite his attempts to put his mind at ease.

“Are you alright?” you asked, lying by your side whilst pulling the bedspread over your body. Despite the spring season and a good portion of the ice thawing, nights were chilly in the mountains in contrast with the much more warmer weather in the fields of your former home.

“I am, thanks for your concern.”

You weren’t convinced by his words, however, but you knew you wouldn’t be getting any answers from him. At least, you could try to show that you meant to comfort him so you moved closer, earning a sort of confused look from Liang as you rested your cheek against his chest. This was probably silly, but you couldn’t stop yourself and hoped that he wouldn’t mind or find your actions annoying. All that you knew was that you were worried about him and wished to know what was going through his mind at that moment.

When he placed an arm around you, it made your heart skip a beat at the realization of his close proximity. Liang was so warm, so real and tangible, that it was difficult to ignore the growing sensation in your chest as his fingers slid down the curve of your shoulder, to your arm, and his breathing caressed your hair. But it wasn’t desire what you saw in his gaze, despite what those romantic gestures and the situation you were in could have implied— instead, he seemed to be relieved and calm.

“Sleep, sunbird; tomorrow will be a new day with much to do,” he mumbled before closing his eyes, holding you close to him whilst you made yourself comfortable by his side. You stayed awake for a while, until he drifted off to a peaceful slumber and then you allowed yourself to do the same.

Somehow, you couldn’t suppress the smile on your lips.

The day started pretty early for you. Lying in bed until late was definitely out of question, but you’d surely become a bit lazy after all these days in convalescence so getting up proved to be a bit more difficult than expected. Liang had already left, no doubt at dawn since his side of the bed had grown cold, and you decided to occupy yourself doing something useful rather than lingering in this room.

You were still worried about the apparent disapproval of the Lin Kuei ancestors— when you paid a visit to the shrine the previous day— and wondered if you should speak to Shyama about it, but then another thought came to mind.

Nyarai.

As you had some steamed buns and rice noodles for breakfast, it occurred to you that you hadn’t seen her ever since the day of the attack. Though you’d had word that she was recovering just fine, and the baby was out of danger, you still felt compelled to visit her. It was the least you could do for her. Only the gods knew how she must be feeling after the loss of the father of her child.

After changing into a more presentable set of clothes, you made your way to the world outside. Despite your insistence to investigate Nyarai’s whereabouts, Lifen was having none of it and said that she’d do it in your stead as it was unbecoming of the grandmaster’s wife to be in such menial pursuits like an ordinary handmaiden. It wasn’t a statement that you agreed with, since this woman wasn’t just anyone— she had risked her life to protect yours and lost her beloved in the process. Still, you followed Lifen’s advice and waited for her to gather reliable information from other people.

Meanwhile, you visited Shyama in the healing houses. The old healer was busy with some apprentices and patients but, upon your arrival, she approached you with a humorous smile.

“Ah, it is good to see you up and about!” she greeted.

“Thanks to you, master healer,” you replied cheerfully, no doubt in good spirits that morning.

“I must say that your introduction did not quite go as I had anticipated.” At the mention of the incident during luncheon, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your face and Shyama shook her head, aware of your sudden abashment. “Despite it all, you dealt with the situation in a rather… unconventional way, but I believe it turned out to be better than expected.”

That piqued your curiosity. “And what did you think I would do?”

“Probably disregard the matter, but nothing more. Still, it was a positive outcome that the clan saw how comfortable you and Kuai Liang are around each other. At least they know that their grandmaster is fond of you and enjoys your company, so that should be enough to disperse any doubts concerning your relationship with him. Still, you should keep in mind what we talked about yesterday.”

“I will, of course,” you assured, catching on the meaning behind those words. Glancing around, you took notice that Nyarai was absent though you'd supposed that by then she would be allowed to leave. “By any chance, do you know where Nyarai is?”

“I believe she is in her quarters. I saw her yesterday to check the progress of her pregnancy and she should be visiting today.” Before you could ask about the baby, she replied, “there is nothing to worry about; the child is fine and so is Nyarai.”

“Your abilities as master healer allow you to know that?”

“Indeed. I am sure it is not the first time you have heard of people like me.”

“No, it is not but I never thought I would have the honor to meet one. It has been a long time ever since a Tengu was blessed with such abilities.”

“You are too kind to think so highly of me, but I am only fulfilling the purpose that the gods have put in my hands— as well as everyone else.”

“That is an interesting way to see it, that our lives are tied to the will of the gods.”

“There is much that is bound to destiny when we are born, but it also depends on the decisions we make. It was their will that I met Kuai Liang and made this place my home, but the latter happened because I wished to be here. The same is for you; there is a reason why you have come to our lands.”

“That reason is to ensure peace between the Tengu and the Lin Kuei, to stop these hostilities which have brought nothing good in the end.”

“And is that not a noble purpose? Your decision has saved many lives and spared people from more losses. Whatever it is your purpose in life, you must learn to accept it.”

“I am not fighting against it.” Why was she telling you all these things all of a sudden? “I know what I must do.”

But did you really?

“Ah, do not mind the prattle of this old woman,” she sighed with a chuckle. “I have a very bad habit of doing this all the time. Do not worry too much for what is to come; what is important is that you focus on the present and engage fully in it. They say yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. Make the most of these days to try and get to know the community little by little. There is much to see and learn for you, but I trust you will find your path when the time is right.”

“I feel humbled by your faith in me.”

“You should believe in yourself a little more. If not, then who will?” Her statement took you aback and you realized that she was right; if you didn’t believe you were capable of facing the challenges ahead, then nobody would. Whatever it was the future had in store for you, you needed to be certain that nothing would make your determination waver. “Ah, there you are Nyarai! I was waiting for you.” At the mention of that name, you turned around swiftly and watched the dark-skinned woman approach in silence with an expression of surprise on her face. “Someone wanted to see you, too.”

“Nyarai…” your voice came in a faint whisper as you gulped a knot in your throat, unsure of what to tell her now that you were face to face.

“My lady,” she saluted with solemn demeanor.

You took several steps towards her and gently grabbed her by the arms, to stop her. “No! Do not do that… it is me who should show respect and admiration for you. I wish I could have seen you sooner, but I was not in my best condition to pay a visit though my prayers went to you and your child. I cannot express my gratitude for what you and Vladimir did for me. I am truly sorry for your loss and, while I know that a few words will not assuage the pain you feel in your heart, I wish to say that I am forever indebted to you. I cannot bring the father of your child back to life, but know that if you are ever in need of help—”

She stiffened at your touch and then shook her head. “Forgive my impertinence but I can’t negotiate the life of someone I hold dear.”

“That is not what I meant!” Did you say something wrong? Of course you never wanted to be disrespectful and now you feared you’d offended the woman.

But then she gave you the faintest smile. “I know you only have the best intentions but, the truth is, Vladimir’s death is not your fault. I knew it could happen one day and I was ready. We both did because this is the path we followed of our own accord, and we were aware of the consequences. I don’t regret my choices and I’m sure he didn’t, either, because it allowed us to meet each other— to be together. What happened that night was tragic, but at least I was with him until his last breath and he sacrificed himself so we could live.” She looked down, holding her belly where her baby slept. “I’ll always cherish my time with Vladimir and this child will be the living memory of him.”

“I understand, Nyarai, and I shall respect your decision.” You nodded, feeling more at ease now that you’d spoken to her. “But if you are ever in need of anything, do not hesitate to let me know. Think of this request as that of a friend, who feels gratitude and only means well for you.”

“Well, there is a favor that I would like to ask from you,” she said, after a moment’s consideration and you nodded, eager to know what she wanted. She seemed unsure, at first, but you offered a gentle smile and nodded to indicate you were willing to listen. “If it’s not asking for too much, um… when my child is born,” she made a pause and licked her lips, standing straight, “would you and the grandmaster be so kind so as to give him your blessing, please?”

You were a bit surprised at her simple petition and you couldn’t refuse— not that you had any intention to do so, either way. Surely, Liang wouldn’t oppose to the idea. It was only a gesture of kindness to the woman who fought to keep you safe and lost someone dear to him.

“It would be our joy, Nyarai. Rest assured that your child will never want for anything if we can help it.”

Saying no was unthinkable. You couldn’t leave her alone and you trusted Liang would support you.

You wished to talk to Shyama about the incident at the shrine but couldn’t find the opportunity as she had to inspect Nyarai’s constitution. It would be better to have this conversation in a more convenient occasion since the healer and her apprentices seemed to be a bit busy that morning. You would have also liked to learn some healing abilities, since such knowledge always came in handy and it’d give you an opportunity to make yourself useful, but that would be for another time.

Meanwhile, perhaps you could pay a visit to the kitchens. Not something you should be doing, according to Lifen, but you detested the idea of sitting around all day. If anything, it wouldn’t be the first time you did something like this so what was the problem? Even if you’d married the grandmaster, you still were yourself and you shouldn’t have to become so withdrawn before others just because you held some kind of authority over them. Even if Shyama said that you were above them, it shouldn’t have to reach a point where you forgot where you’d come from.

That wasn’t what you wanted. Even you could tell that everyone held Liang in high regard and he wasn’t a man to remain distant with his own people. He mingled with them, shared his time with them, and guided them as the leader he was supposed to be. You should be striving to be like him, following in his steps to demonstrate that you were willing to become a part of this community— not putting a barrier between you and everyone else just because you were Liang’s spouse.

You greeted the warriors standing guard in their posts and they responded in kind, eyeing you with slight surprise. It seemed that they were confused at the sight of you alone and not in the company of a cohort, but you had decided to go back alone rather than bothering your handmaidens who surely were occupied with their own chores.

As you treaded down the stone path, under the shade of passing clouds, you wondered what Liang was doing at the moment. No doubt he was very busy, since he always left early in the morning and returned late in the night when you were already in bed. You still felt light-headed and flustered whenever you recalled the kiss and the romantic moment you’d shared with him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get Liang out of your head and though you wished you could see him you decided to wait until later. It was a little disheartening that you got to spend little time with him, but he had a responsibility with his people and you preferred not being a bother to him.

There should be other ways to keep you occupied, of that you were certain. It looked like there never was a shortage of chores to do here, but you still wondered if it would acceptable to interfere in everyday affairs so out of the blue. It still felt awkward for you to act like the wife of the grandmaster, but Shyama’s advice still lingered in your mind and you knew you had to try your best not to disappoint your family and Liang.

Speaking of family, you hadn’t finished your letter for Yue and now you were feeling rather guilty since you were supposed to write to her. You’d sent a missive to your uncle to inform him of recent events and how you were faring in your new home, but so much has happened that you couldn’t possibly write every last detail. You promise to write Yue in another occasion to provide her a full account of the events.

Engrossed in your thoughts, you realized you’d lost the way to your chambers and didn’t know where you were going. The Lin Kuei temple was still unknown territory to you, and you were just getting used to moving around unaccompanied though you knew it was best that you didn’t roam alone. Grandmother said that a proper lady should never be seen in public on her own. Oh, well, nai nai Chen wasn’t here to reprimand you either way and you weren’t a child that needed to be babysat all the time.

It wouldn’t hurt to ask for some directions, though. As you looked around and spotted one of the various warriors going on their daily routine, you heard someone call your name from the distance and turned around with wide eyes— unsure of what to expect.

“Shi po, please, wait!” You observed a boy running towards you, ready to fall on his face. He came to a stop before you and placed his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath while you gave him a worried look.

“What is it? Did something happen?” It was hard not to think that there was some sort of predicament at hand.

At long last, he was able to talk and stood tall, seemingly ashamed at having lost his composure. With a clear of his throat, the young man collected himself and stared at you with solemnity. “I’m sorry to bother you, shi po, but the head cook humbly asks for your presence to oversee preparations and manage the inventory on our food supplies. What should I tell him?”

To be honest, you didn’t know what to answer to that request other than nod your head dumbly and follow him. By the looks of it, you’d found yourself something to do and it wasn’t long before you were standing in front of a multitude that rushed from one place to another with pots and other cooking materials, while an old man barked orders at them nonstop. Though it wasn’t your first time in the kitchens, you had to admit you were amazed and maybe a bit scared by the amount of people working here. It made sense, of course; you’d seen many people reunited in the hall the previous day and all that food had to come from somewhere, which happened to be this large cookhouse.

Back in the home of the Tengu, you and Yue had helped in the kitchens many times since your grandmother used to say that a lady— no matter her social standing— should know how to make a meal for her husband. Even when your house held feasts, such as the one celebrated for the peace agreement between Lin Kuei and Tengu, you’d never seen this amount of people working so hard before and the idea that this happened every day only made you admire their effort and diligence. This kitchen surely was a sight to beheld with people carrying, and deftly, chopping with cleavers large quantities of edibles to cook them in large pots and woks over the burning stoves.

Soon enough, you were introduced to the same old man who chided and demanded for everyone to hurry up in their tasks. His name was Su Heng and, at a first glance, he intimidated you with the stern way he managed the staff, although you couldn’t say you were surprised at this. The old cook in your former home did the same, and she couldn’t tolerate people being lazy or mediocre.

“I received word that you needed me.”

“Indeed.” Heng nodded and crossed his arms. “As the the wife of the grandmaster, it’s your place to supervise these matters so I thought it would be best that we got started as soon as possible— if that’s alright with you. Forgive me for the unexpected request, but I didn’t want you to fret over this meeting throughout the night.”

“Of course.” You were already feeling anxious, despite your efforts to conceal how you felt. At this, Heng threw his head back and laughed in good nature.

“You have nothing to worry about; I don't bite. I’m only rigorous with my boys and girls so they don’t get lazy at work. Our task here is of vital importance and I can’t allow anyone to slack off,” Heng said, and you had to agree with him. Running a household wasn’t an easy task, after all, and though your grandmother had prepared you for it to the best of her abilities, whether you had the skills to do it was yet to be seen. “Even if you are Kuai Liang’s wife, I regret to inform you that this is still my kitchen and I don’t intend to give it up so soon.” His comment elicited a chuckle from you, and you started to feel more relaxed. “However, it’s a good thing that you learn the way we run this place and what a better way to start than getting to know the work we do here?”

Heng took the assignment of feeding so many people very seriously, and you had to admit it yielded good results. Despite your first impressions about him, the old man was patient and it provided a good opportunity for you to make yourself familiar with the life of the clan. After all, that was your intention and though there was still a long way you were hopeful that you would get accustomed to it given time.

By the time you were finished, you were in need of a bath but it had been worth it. Spending time with these people had been more satisfying and productive than you’d imagined. That day, you’d learned a great deal from Heng and respected the work they did. It wasn’t an easy task, and ensuring that the provisions were adequate at all times was an art that you would need to master but at least you would have help. Still, you suspected that this unexpected meeting was meant not only to teach you how to handle these duties but also to ensure that you had an opportunity to socialize with others— a chance to have a positive impression on them. As it was, nai nai Chen used to say that the kitchens were a place were rumors and news began to spread.

So you headed to your chambers, thinking it would be best that you groomed your appearance. After all, you wanted to look your best when you met Liang during the repast. The lone thought made you giggle like a child, and you realized you were really looking forward to spending time with him.

“Where were you, my lady?!” Lifen demanded rather panicked as soon as you entered the bedroom, earning a shocked gasped from you at her sudden appearance.

“Lifen, you scared me!” you said, placing a hand on your chest.

“I went looking for you in the healing houses but you were already gone and no one knew where you were. We were really worried about you and I was about to seek the grandmaster for help.”

You gave her a sheepish look, and fiddled with the sleeve of your robes. It felt as though you were being scolded by your mother. “I am sorry. I should have told you I left to visit Shyama and then I spent the morning in the kitchens. I could not resist going out after having been confined in this bedroom for so many days.”

Lifen sighed and cast her gaze down, seemingly embarrassed at her outburst too. “My lady, you are free to do as you please but, I beg you for the love of the gods, do not disappear like that ever again.”

You nodded with a smile before watching Lixue stumble her way towards you and pounce on your foot, chewing at the skirt of your hanfu. “Aw, hello kitty,” you cooed as you crouched and petted her soft fur, earning a satisfied purr from Lixue before she sprawled on the floor and exposed her tummy. “Who is a good kitty? Oh, yes, it is you! Hehehe. Ouch!”

It would be good to remember that you shouldn’t rub her belly, but you couldn’t resist.

“Oh, well. Now I have to prepare a bath to clean you up.” Lifen placed her hands on her hips and you shrugged innocently whilst she gave you a knowing smirk. “I would never allow my lady’s appearance to go neglected, now more than ever.”

It was hard to pretend you didn’t understand the hidden meaning behind her words, but you limited yourself to blushing whilst Lifen called other handmaidens to help her fill the tub. After choosing your clothes, you undressed and stepped into the hot water with scented oils. She remained with you, per your request, and you told her of your encounter with Nyarai when she brought the subject up.

“I am happy that she and her child were unharmed,” Lifen said, brushing your wet hair as you relaxed and enjoyed your bath. “Though it is saddening that the father perished, he protected them until his last breath.”

“I wish it did not have to be that way…” You sighed wearily and splashed some water on your arm. “If Nyarai wants Liang’s blessing for her child, then it is only fair that we do this for her at least. And even if she does not want me to go out of my way, I would like to help her however I can.”

“Of course.” Lifen nodded with a smile and then changed the topic, as though aware of your awkwardness. “By any chance, have you seen the grandmaster this morning?”

“No, I have not.” Her question left you confused, and you threw a suspicious glance over your shoulder. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious!” Her eyes were innocent whilst she tried to conceal her smile. “I have noticed that you do not seem to spend a lot of time together during the day, but maybe during the long nights—”

Before she could finish the sentence, you hurried to speak— already feeling the heat in your cheeks. “He must be occupied but I am sure I will see him in the great hall for luncheon.”

“No doubt about that, but have you not thought of enjoying a more… personal moment with him?”

At her words, you arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Are you implying what I think you are?”

“Well, that depends on what you believe I am insinuating.” It was hard to miss the smirk in her voice and you pressed your legs together, sensing that strange warmth spreading yet again as images of Liang invaded your mind. This was… most unappropriate! Even if he was your husband, you couldn’t accept having such lewd thoughts about him. It made you feel ashamed of yourself. “Whatever it is, I believe I have an idea to help you and the grandmaster get closer.”

“What is it?” Clearing your throat, you did your best to feign disinterest and washed away the froth from your skin.

“Oh, well,” Lifen giggled and put a finger under her chin. “Someone told me that there are hot springs near the temple. I was thinking that maybe you could spend some time alone with the grandmaster one of these days.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your jaw dropped when it sank in your mind what she had said. She couldn’t be serious about this, right?

Bathing with Liang?!

“Lifen!”

“Why do you panic so much?” She had a concerned expression and you sputtered some gibberish, still in disbelief. “My lady, why do you find the idea of being with him embarrassing? He is your husband and there is nothing wrong with being intimate.”

Of course there wasn’t anything wrong, but that didn’t make it any less awkward!

“What are you—?”

“I am merely making a suggestion, my lady. You are free to take it or ignore it because only you know the deepest desires of your heart. However, you must remember that it is you who needs to take the first step. He will not make it if he sees you fearful and unsure of what you want from him, like you are now. The only advice I can give is for you not to be afraid of taking control. Men do not always have to be in charge, you know? Perhaps he would not mind an assertive woman in the bedroom.”

For some reason, her comment was amusing and you laughed at the idea of being able to have control over a man so tall and strong. It would probably look comical that you were on top of him, struggling to take the lead, but at the same time you wondered what it would feel like— if that was the kind of woman he would prefer to share his bed with.

Assertive...

Like Frost?

When her face appeared in your mind, suddenly it didn't seem funny anymore. It was true you didn’t know her that well, but from what you’d heard and seen so far she seemed confident and bold. Not only did she look strong and capable of fending for herself, but you also recalled that Liang had been very impressed by her skills during the tournament he held— so much that he made her his personal student. That meant she must have spent a lot of time with him, too, and the prospect instilled uneasiness and doubt in your heart now that you realized the implications of having a rival like her. Even if Shyama had assured you that Liang would never look at her that way, there was no way for you to know what were his apprentice’s intentions and that was something you found hard to digest.

If you kept him waiting, then… what if he sought elsewhere that which you didn’t give him?

“I believe I shall look into that. Definitely,” you mumbled, wishing the thought would have never crossed your mind.

A/N: The sources I checked seem to agree that Liang’s height is about 6’ 2” (close to 1.90 m) so yep… that’s pretty tol.

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