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Ch. 31: The Scamander Family

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Hogwarts was bursting with all types of rumors following the escape of Sirius Black. It was almost hilarious to learn the ranges of those rumors. Romina had her fair share of laughs only minutes after she was let go from the night wing. After the night they'd gone through (the part they knew about anyways), Madame Pomfrey had kept her, Hermione, Ron and Harry for a night of observation and one "reconstruction".

Now that Romina was free, she did the only sane thing that anyone in her place would do: go to her Common Room and shower. She was eager to put on fresh clean clothes and fix herself up. After all, exams were over and now all they had to do was just lounge about. And for some reason, she felt lighter than she had in a very long time. She was on her way to the library to return the books she'd checked out for the exams when she bumped into Harry. He didn't look too well and upon asking the reason, she found it hard to keep her cheeriness up.

"Poor Lupin," she put a hand over her chest. "He's just going to leave like that?"

"Well, according to him, somebody let it slip that he was a werewolf," Harry rolled his eyes heavily. The whole conversation with Lupin was irritating because it was all due to someone's bitterness. "As if we don't know that it was Snape."

Romina had no doubt about it too. Snape had been beyond livid that Sirius had escaped and pinned the blame on Harry, despite the fact that he wasn't the only one involved in the whole thing. "I'm sorry. He really was the best professor we had for DADA. Definitely the most interesting one."

Harry could only sigh. There was nothing they could do for Lupin now. "Do you want to have breakfast together? Ron and Hermione are already there."

"Nah, gotta return these." Romina gestured to the books in her arms. "Then afterwards, I promised Arden and the group I'd go to Hogsmeade this time. You know, willingly and in a good mood."

Harry half smiled as she bid him goodbye. She was only a few steps away when he called her name. She looked back, eyebrows raised as she waited to hear what he had to say. Harry had no idea how to broach the subject because last time, they didn't exactly talk so much as snap at each other.

"You and, um, you and Malfoy—what's that about?" He supposed that was the best question he was going to be able to form. He watched the confusion flicker across Romina's face as well as the brief, and not so subtle, shift in her stance.

"What do you mean?" she asked, half shrugging her shoulders. "He's...him and I'm...me?"

Harry long knew her tricks to avoid the subject. She used them on the school playground to outwit other students. "Rom," he said sternly.

Romina sighed and turned completely to face him. "What do you want me to say, Harry? I just fixed his nose," she insisted. "Hermione broke it and I didn't want him to go blabbing to Snape." You didn't even think about that you liar. Romina cleared her throat and looked away.

"He wouldn't have," Harry said with absolute certainty. "Because Malfoy could never stand to let people know that he was bested by Hermione Granger, a muggleborn."

Point to Harry.

Romina shrugged again, less confident with her responses. "I just didn't want to take the chance, okay?" Liar. She hadn't once thought about the consequences Hermione could have faced for her action but the realization was scary enough and she definitely wasn't looking to get more questions from Harry.

"Rom, you and I, we've known each other since we were seven...I love you like a sister…"

Romina smiled lightly. "I feel the same. You're my brother."

"Okay," Harry nodded, hoping that this would soften the blow of what he was going to ask next, "So, keeping that in mind, you know, that I just want to make sure that you're okay."

"Yeah, just like I want the same for you."

"Right," Harry said, agreeing, taking a couple steps towards her. "And I get that being in Slytherin means you have to see Malfoy a lot more than we do—an act that I thank you for your service." Romina's lips stretched into a wider smile that could soon become a chuckle. "But, I mean, with everything that's happened, everything I've seen, you and Malfoy...you're not...you know…?"

Romina laughed on cue but absolutely nobody could take away the insane heat that rushed up to her face. "Harry Potter, what the hell kind of question is that?" She laughed so easily that Harry could believe her. "Absolutely not!"

"You sure?" Harry had to ask her again. "Cos, Rom, you know that wouldn't end well. He's not a good match for you."

Romina shrugged her shoulders in a careless manner, convincing too. "Good, because I wasn't looking for one with him. I don't under—I don't understand. You got all this just because I fixed his nose? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

It did sound ridiculous and Harry himself felt very ridiculous, which was why he wanted to quickly move from the subject. "Sorry. I'm...I'm sure you're right. It's not even worth talking about."

"Yeah," Romina nodded at him. "Exactly."

"I mean, you're better off dating Angel Paes."

"Oh God, you know about that?" Romina brought a hand to her face in embarrassment.

Harry grinned. "Yeah. Hermione pointed it out."

"Dammit Hermione!"

"He's loads kinder and, you know, I would tolerate him," Harry said with an innocent face that made Romina laugh.

"Don't even go there! He's never actually made a move and, you know, I don't really see him that way either!"

"You never know," Harry said, beginning to tease her. She suspected that it would become his new game with her.

Romina rolled her eyes. "Not you too. Stop it, Harry Potter, or I'm going to hex you."

"I'm going back to the Dursleys soon—a hex sounds really good right about now."

Romina had no disagreements there. "How about we find something to calm them down before you go home?"

"Sounds like a date—don't tell Angel, though!" Romina groaned while he laughed. Harry preferred this type of atmosphere between them. "I'm done, I'm done," he promised her a moment later. "Sorry."

"You're on thin ice," she warned him. "This entire conversation has put you in quite some danger."

"I had to do it," Harry shrugged. "But no more, promise. I won't ask about you and Malfoy again, I got it."

"Good," Romina said, half smiling. "Because me and him, that's not...that's never happening." She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Harry wholeheartedly agreed with her and started off for the Great Hall.

Romina's lips would slowly purse as the conversation replayed in her head. When she felt fresh new heat, she shook her head. "No," she told herself, turning for the library, "Absolutely not." She made it her mission to solely focus on returning her books then meeting Arden.

~ 0 ~

After coming out of the library, Romina was in a rush to get back to the common room for a quick change of clothes. She didn't want to go anywhere in the uniform. She reached for the hair tie holding her messy bun together as she came down the stairs of the dungeon to get a head start on changing. She had just yanked the hair tie when she crashed into someone on the last step.

"You're making a habit out of this, Oswell!" Draco snapped. He rubbed his forehead after the stumbles of the crash.

"You have eyes too, you know! Use them!" Romina crinkled her nose when she felt the dull ache on her forehead as well.

"Good advice, you should use—oh, you finally took care of that hair!" Draco flapped a hand at Romina's cascading hair. It was back to its original length over her chest and without the blazing red ombre tips.

Romina had already gone through one explanation about her hair change and she really didn't want to confuse herself with her lies with more explanations. "Uh, H-Hermione did a...she did a thing with it." That's the lame excuse she was going for and she would stick with it. "Madame Pomfrey had a ride undoing all of the transfiguration spells I put on it. I am forbidden to touch my hair again for the next 10 years or so."

"Good," the word flew out of Draco. "You were getting annoying with that stuff? And you, know, that's probably what you get for letting Granger of all people touch your hair. Have you seen hers?"

Romina scowled. "This coming from someone who just discovered hair gel isn't a requirement."

Draco rolled his eyes at her. "So does this mean you're finally going back to normal now? Cos that's also been beyond annoying."

"Maybe, I don't know. All I know is that right now things don't feel as bad as they've felt all year. Which is why I need to go change to meet Arden at Hogsmeade." Romina moved around to get into the common room.

"Actually, Oswell, wait a second," Draco's call stopped her inches from the entry. "Before you go to Hogsmeade, meet me at the lake."

"What? What for?"

"You just gotta be there," he said, though he seemed slightly nervous which was very unlike him.

"What are you planning, Draco?" Romina's eyes narrowed on him. "Because I swear to God I am not in the mood for any tricks.

"When have I ever played a trick on you?"

Romina scoffed.

"Oswell, seriously, name one time where I tricked you. Just one." Draco crossed his arms and waited for an answer. Romina was all for giving him one...until she couldn't come up with one. Draco smirked. "Can't think of one?" He called with a smirk on his face.

"I can too think of one!" Romina snapped.

"Name one, then."

Romina scrunched her face. Three years with him and she couldn't think of any moment where he'd played a trick on her? That was...oddly true.

Draco knew exactly when she gave up and so with that, he called out to her again. "So I'll see you by the lake, then?"

"Yes," Romina huffed, rather put out that she had lost. Satisfied with her response, Draco went up the stairs. Romina headed inside the common room to change.

Half an hour later, because she also meant to start packing some of her things, Romina headed for the Black Lake. The heat was reaching unbearable levels so she hoped that whatever Draco had for her wouldn't take a long time.

Things were off to a bad start when Romina didn't see him. He wasn't there. I swear to god if there's a trick…

She took a deep breath in to calm herself. She didn't want to be angry, she felt like that was all she'd been this year. She looked around the area and saw several other students lounging about, including Rolf. Since Draco was nowhere to be seen, Romina decided to pass the time with Rolf.

"Hey Rolf," she greeted the boy. Unsurprisingly, he was near the waters admiring the creatures they could see near the surface.

"Hey," he said, glancing at her then doing a double-take at her. Romina chuckled. "You changed your hair again!"

"Yeah," she said, reaching to take hold of a curl. "Decided maybe it was time to go back to normal, you know?"

"Looks great," Rolf smiled at her. "Are you, uh, feeling better about things, then?"

Romina half sighed. "You know, everyone has been asking me that and so far, I'm not entirely sure that I am but...I feel like I could actually get there again. I mean, I'm not brooding anymore."

"That's something," Rolf said. "The start of a recovery, right?"

Romina nodded. "I don't think I'll ever be able to shake off my parents' legacy though. I'll always have to live with the fact my family is full of dark wizards who did terrible stuff and wherever I go, it's the first thing that people will think about when they see me."

Rolf seemed nervous all of a sudden. He stepped back from the lake, his hands sliding into his pockets. "I don't think that's necessarily true..."

Romina managed a small smile at him. "Rolf, you did the same thing when we first met." She saw the flush on Rolf's face and chuckled. "It's okay. You managed to get past it. I have to believe that others will to."

Rolf let out a heavy breath. "Romina, that's not...that's not exactly what happened."

Romina raised an eyebrow at him. "Then what did?" Rolf held onto his words for what seemed the longest. Romina watched him open and close his mouth several times. "I don't mean to be pushy, but I'm actually supposed to meet Draco in a bit." She looked around and saw that he still wasn't nearby. "Although if he just flaked on me, I'm going to kick his arse."

"Romina, I'm sorry," Rolf's apology was naturally strange to Romina. She didn't understand what he was supposed to be sorry about. "I...I've known about you for a lot longer than this year."

"Yeah, I bet you have," Romina nodded. "First year was absolute hell for me."

"I know, and I'm sorry for never saying anything."

Romina tilted her head at him. "Never saying anything about what?"

Rolf seemed to grow even more nervous. He licked his lips nervously and brought his hands out of his pockets. "I, um, you have to believe me. I was just shocked when I...when I saw you for the first time."

"Okay...that's...that's a fair sentiment, I guess?" Romina thought this was turning very strange, very fast, and she didn't want anything to ruin her cheerier mood, not even Rolf.

Rolf knew she wasn't understanding him and it was his fault for not saying it already. "I've been lying to you, Romina. Back on the first day I talked to you in our Care of Magical Creatures class, I lied to you."

"What do you mean?" Romina instinctively gulped. What if this was going to turn into a huge trick on her? Maybe Pansy was behind it?

"I didn't just happen to talk to you that day. It wasn't random at all. I picked my moment. A-after the library when we bumped into each other, I realized I couldn't just be at Hogwarts without talking to you."

Oh god if he tells me has a crush on me. It was perhaps a pretentious thing to think about but Romina was more afraid than anything at the idea of losing such a good friend in Rolf. She didn't want to think about having to let him down easily.

"See, cos, you...you're...you're not my friend," Rolf said, wincing afterwards when he realized how that sounded.

Romina, meanwhile, gasped. "We're not? Why...why not? I thought we were. Did I...did I do something—"

"No!" Rolf's eyes were no longer on her. They'd fallen to the ground and no matter how many times he attempted to meet her gaze again, he couldn't.

"Then why aren't we friends?" Romina asked frailly.

"It's not like that, Romina. I'm not explaining myself well. I fumble over my words a lot. Especially when I'm nervous." He chuckled to himself. "Apparently, I get that from my grandfather."

"Hm, when I get nervous I tend to get funny. I get more sarcastic." Romina said as a means of comfort and in hopes to lighten up the mood. She was dead afraid of what Rolf wanted to say to her.

"Yeah, you get that from your grandmother, actually."

"Huh?"

Rolf drew in a breath and with all the courage in the world, he looked up at Romina. "You get that from your grandmother, Abigail."

Romina's eyebrows furrowed. "What? How do you...who is that?"

"Your grandmother." Rolf swallowed incredibly hard. He might choke there and then. "And mine."

"What!? Rolf, what the hell are you talking about!?" Romina didn't understand one bit.

"What do you know of your mother's family, Romina?"

Romina didn't want to think about her mother, especially when Rolf was saying such odd things. "I don't know! Who cares! Why are you saying these things!?"

"Romina, it's important," Rolf insisted, and urgently too, "Your mother's family. Do you know any of them?"

Romina shook her head. "No. Uncle Lyonel doesn't really talk about my family on both sides. You can understand why, right?"

Rolf nodded. That made perfect sense and it's exactly what he heard at home all the time. "Of course. I just don't think it's fair that they're hiding part of your family who loves you."

Romina was tired of not understanding. She suddenly wished she was dealing with Draco and his mysterious nonsense rather than this. "Rolf, please just tell me what you're talking about."

Rolf nodded. He supposed he was dragging it out a bit. "Your mum, Elora, she's my grandparents' daughter. She's my aunt. You're...my cousin."

Romina froze in her spot. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. For a second, Rolf had to worry if she was breathing or not. She wasn't moving either.

"Romina?" He called her gently. "Romina…?"

Romina slowly came out of her stupor and when she did, she came out with a tiny laugh. "Sorry, it's just...for a moment I thought you said you and I were—"

"Cousins?" Rolf finished for her. He nodded. "Yeah, we are."

Romina stumbled back a step. "Rolf...that can't...that's not…"

"It is," Rolf promised. "Your mum is the eldest daughter of my grandparents, Abigail and Newt Scamander. My dad is your mother's brother — your uncle. My grandparents are your grandparents. I'm your cousin, Romina."

The noises that left Romina's mouth were the only thing she could muster at the moment. "No, no, because...because I would...I would've known, I...the albums I had, they..."

Rolf felt more guilty as Romina ventured into her past — what she knew of her past — and found that nothing made sense anymore. As happy as the news could be, it was also devastating because what she once knew was no more.

Eventually, her dark eyes flickered to Rolf, her reaction so strong that it was almost like she was devoid of it because she didn't know which emotion to lean on first. "Why didn't you say anything?" Her voice was a frail whisper. "You were here — this whole time you were here and you didn't say anything."

Rolf nodded with his head hanging low. "I know, I'm sorry. I-I knew about you but I had only seen a couple pictures of you until we started Hogwarts. They were baby pictures."

"And when we finally started Hogwarts? What then? You were ashamed of me too?" As angry as Romina wanted to be with him, she knew she couldn't single him out either. There were plenty of people who put distance between themselves and the Oswell family.

"No!" Rolf exclaimed. "I just...I didn't know what to do. At first, when I heard your name in the Sorting, I was shocked. I wrote to my parents and grandparents, telling them that you were here. You were going to Hogwarts with me."

"And then?" Romina's eyes were tearing up. That had been three years ago. Clearly, if they had wanted anything to do with her, they would have reached out to her.

"It's complicated, Romina..." sighed Rolf, but that wasn't enough for her.

"Complicated? They either wanted me in their lives or not!"

"They did! They do! They've always wanted you to be in their lives!"

"So why didn't they do anything!?" Romina practically shouted. Other students nearby began to look at them. "I have lived in the same house my whole life! I've been at the same school for three years! They knew where to find me and they didn't do it! That doesn't sound like a people who wanted me in their lives!"

"After the war, your uncle Lyonel took custody of you. My dad says that Lyonel didn't want you to grow up near wizards in general. Their family name was in ruins and he didn't want you to suffer."

Romina breathed raggedly now as she felt a sob trying to make it out of her throat. She didn't want to make a spectacle in front of the others, not when she had already given them so much content over the year to work with. She turned away from Rolf, dragging a hand through her hair, working on calming herself down.

"My uncle — he knew about this? He knew about the-them?"

"It appears so," Rolf nodded. "Grandma Abby tried to talk to him after you were picked up but Lyonel refused. I think he was so scared that he wanted to personally make sure you were okay."

"By not letting me be with my other family?" Romina smiled sourly at the grass. "I turned out great, didn't I?"

"You did," Rolf said whole-heartedly. Romina turned sideways to see him smiling softly. "You're awesome! You're cool, you're smart, you're so funny."

Romina wiped some of the tears on her cheeks. "Why, um, why didn't they write to me?" Her voice was no longer demanding but instead lamenting. "I've been at Hogwarts for years. They could have written me here."

"I don't know, you'd have to ask them yourself. But one thing I know for sure is how much grandma Abby and grandpa Newt love you. They've been following your track record here at Hogwarts."

"What?" A brief look of panic flashed across Romina's face. Her track record at Hogwarts was less than stellar and this year had to be the worst of all.

"They have some history with Dumbledore so they've been kept in the loop about you."

"What? They went to school here?"

"Just grandpa, but it's honestly a whole other story that I think they would like to tell you."

"I-I can't...this is too much," Romina shook her head. "My whole life, my uncle and aunt knew I had more family who actually wanted to see me and they never said anything?"

There was a time where Romina often asked them about their other family. She was young but she knew they weren't the only Oswell family members. There were other distant members somewhere out there, and that included Elora's family. But whenever she asked or simply touched on the subject, it was almost immediately changed. As time went on, and she admittedly grew bitter about her dark family's legacy, she stopped asking. That was her fault, she now saw. Maybe if she had asked more, if she had been more persistent, they would've cracked and told her about this other side of her family.

But they could have also told you when you started Hogwarts, she told herself. Yes, she could have been more persistent but at the end of the day she was just a kid and they were the adults. They had the responsibility to tell her there were others who wanted to see her. She had grandparents who were right there.

"Romina?" Rolf gently called. When he moved to touch her arm, she stepped away. He tried not to look hurt, knowing it was a proper reaction to everything he had dumped on her. His own parents warned him that if he decided to say anything, she could react this way.

"I...I think I need to sit down..." Romina said slowly, glancing around for an empty spot away from others. "Alone."

Rolf knew exactly what that meant. "Okay," he accepted it without protest. It was fair. "But just...believe me when I say I'm very happy to have met you. I'm only sorry that I was a coward who waited too long to tell you. It's no excuse, I know, but I was scared. I'll write you, if that's okay."

Romina gave him a silent nod. She really needed to be on her own right now. Rolf was reluctant to leave her, though, after the huge bomb he'd dropped on her.

"Scamander, what are you doing here?" Draco's voice carried over seconds before he approached the two. He eyed Rolf with a crinkled nose. "Shouldn't you be off petting some of the gamekeeper's pets?"

Rolf rolled his eyes at Draco. "Seriously not the time but if you're itching for a comment, I bet you're super delighted that the hippogriff escaped, huh?"

The pleasantry was written all over Draco's face at the mention.

"Don't," came Romina's quiet whisper just as his mouth opened. "I just — I really don't want to hear it this time."

"What did I miss?" Draco's eyes shifted between her and Rolf, both curious and admittedly slightly put out. What the hell did Rolf do now?

Romina decided to turn away from the two and head to an empty tree where she could sit and maybe sulk a little bit. Rolf thought it was his time to go and when he did leave, Draco blocked his way.

"What are you up to, Scamander?" He frowned.

"Sod off, Malfoy! I'm not in the mood!" Rolf went to leave but Draco blocked his way again. "What do you care what's going on now? We've known each other for ever and this is probably the longest conversation we've had."

"Don't get it confused, I'm only interested because an hour ago, Oswell was up and grinning again and now suddenly she looks like she's about to throw herself into the lake. What gives?"

"If you're genuinely that interested, go ask her," Rolf said, figuring Romina could use anyone, even him, to vent. "Would do you some good to care about someone else rather than yourself for 10 minutes." He pushed past Draco and went on his way.

As irritated as Draco was, and he was, his curiosity won the best of him and he went to find Romina. She had found herself a spot on the ground, against a tree, and was staring blankly ahead.

"Okay, Oswell, what's the deal now? I thought you said you were done sobbing?"

Romina's eyes flickered from the lake up to him and flashed with anger. "Do I look like I'm shedding a tear to you?" she snapped.

"I don't know, I'm gonna wait it out 5 minutes and see."

"Eugh, go away!" She grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it at him.

"Hey!" He blocked his face with an old book in his hands. "Watch it! I don't need this, you know?"

"Then go away!"

"I could — and would — but I brought you something." Draco held out the book to her.

"I don't need your gifts."

"Would you take a look at the damn thing first?" Draco dropped the book on her lap and crossed his arms. "Look at it," he ordered her again.

Romina thought about the perfect moment she could chuck it at his face...until she saw the cover. "This is the yearbook Parkinson had..." she mumbled. It was the same yearbook where Elora and Caplan were pictured in one of their Hogwarts years. "Why do you have it?"

"I asked Parkinson to see it and she happily gave it to me. Didn't even ask me why I would want it."

Romina scoffed. "Are you really that shocked, though? You can see the humongous crush she has on you from a kilometer away."

"I could say the same thing about Angel."

Romina's head snapped up at Draco. They met each other's looks and upheld it until they both, ironically, rolled their eyes.

"Anyways," Draco went on, "I thought you might want to look at it, hold it, throw it away...or if you're feeling brave, burning it."

Romina curiously lifted an eyebrow at him. "What are you going to do when Parkinson eventually asks you for her book back?"

Draco slid his hands into his pockets then pulled them out. "Oh no, I must have misplaced it." He shrugged.

Romina couldn't help the laugh that broke out from her. "She'll kill you..."

"You just said she's hopelessly in love with me."

"That is not what I said."

"But it's still true."

Romina would have loved to argue but it was very true. Plus, she didn't want to spend time talking about Pansy's unfortunate love life. "Thank you..." She gripped the book in her hands, gazing at its cover. If you open it, you might find your supposed aunt and uncle. She felt knots in her stomach.

"Merlin, Oswell, what the fuck is it now!?" Draco couldn't stand watching Romina anymore. "I will take that book from you right now if you don't tell me!"

Romina thought about throwing the book at him again. She glared at him but in that moment, she couldn't muster that annoyance she usually did it with. "Why didn't you want me to know who Rolf was?"

"Huh?" Draco made a face. Of all the things Romina could have asked, that certainly wasn't what he thought it would be. "What are you going on about now?"

"Listen to me and just answer the question! Back at the library when I bumped into him, you didn't want me to know who he was. Why?"

"I don't—"

"Was it because you knew who he was?"

"Obviously I know who he is—"

"No, I meant because you knew that he was my bloody cousin!?"

"I'm sorry — what!?" Draco's eyes had widened dramatically.

Romina paused her interrogation to gauge his reaction. He seemed genuinely surprised with her right now. Maybe he hadn't known...

"Rolf is your cousin?" The news was too much not to ask more about. "When the hell did he tell you that?"

"Right now!" Romina gestured down to the lake. "Literally 5 minutes ago! Just told me the whole story! Elora is his father's sister, making us cousins!"

Draco stood like a statue for several minutes; the only things moving were his eyes and eyebrows as he thought about the idea. His face was the same one he made whenever she (or Arden) started talking about muggle-related stuff.

"You...you really didn't know?" Her question, albeit soft, still pulled a glare from him.

"No!" he snapped. "Why the hell would I know?"

"I don't know, you seem to always know everything around here—"

"I'm well educated, not a historian! I don't know every fucking member of every family, you know!"

Romina deadpanned him. "You want me to throw you the book?"

"Oh, calm yourself. The problem's not with me, is it? It's with the rest of the world, apparently."

Romina leaned back against the tree. No, her plan was not to be angry at the world again. She found the idea very tiresome. "So...you really had no idea? I mean, no one in your circle knows this?"

"Marriage amongst the sacred 30 is a funny thing..." Draco came over beside Romina and sat down next to her.

"Sacred 30?" Romina couldn't help her face, but it was a rather amusing sight for Draco.

"You are so painfully behind, Oswell. I know for a fact I told you about the Sacred 30 during our correspondence letters two summers ago. The Sacred 30 are the only remaining pureblood families in the wizarding community."

"Honestly, when you started writing essays on that part, I skimmed," Romina said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Draco rolled his eyes; he wasn't going to waste time being surprised. It sounded like something she would do. "The point I was trying to get to is that the way marriage works usually ends up with your maiden name being forgotten. Eventually, enough time passes and then it really is forgotten. I imagine that's what happened with the Scamander family. That and the fact your mother—"

"Not my mother," warned Romina. "Do not call her that. She isn't. Her name's Elora."

"Fine, Elora married into the Oswell family and that became her name. I imagine once she became a Death Eater, she really made a point to shed her maiden name and anything with it. The Scamanders are regarded as war heroes."

"Why?" Romina shifted on the ground to face Draco. "Rolf mentioned it too but he said...well it doesn't matter. I thought they were just authors and clothing designers."

"The war before the one with you-know-who. Dumbledore fought in it."

"Ooh," Romina made the connection now. "They all fought together?" Draco nodded. "That's how they know each other then."

"Like veterans," said Romina. "And Dumbledore never even alluded to it too..."

"Anyways, congrats, I guess? People are going to love this."

Romina stiffened as a familiar dread began to fall on her shoulders. "Again? I don't — if I have to go through what I did this year all over again, then I would rather not do anything about this! I would rather not meet anyone either!"

"And yet somehow I don't believe that," said Draco, glancing at her with a knowing smile despite her scowl. "Don't give me that look. You just found out you have more family and you're seriously going to tell me that you're not the least bit curious to meet them?"

"I don't know," Romina huffed and leaned back on the tree, crossing her arms. "If they had wanted to meet me before, they would've done it. My uncle tried to stop them but...I mean...if you really want something, why would you stop?"

"Maybe in fairy tales, things might have gone in that direction, but in this life? Things are not the way it seems and the quicker you accept that, the easier your life will be."

"What the hell would you do, then? If you were in my spot, what would you do?"

Draco was quiet for a few minutes. Romina was just waiting for him to come out with some smartass response about the whole thing.

"I wouldn't do a damn thing," he retorted. Romina looked at him suspiciously. "Why would I? I don't need anything from them."

"You wouldn't need anything from them?" repeated Romina who then scoffed. "Seriously?"

"What?" shrugged Draco. "If they didn't want to see me, then why the hell would I give them my time of day?"

"But — what about the questions you have? Because trust me, there would be some questions!"

Draco scoffed. "I wouldn't have any!"

"Yes you would!"

"No, I wouldn't."

Romina got more worked up the more Draco denied what she swore was true. "Yes, you would!" she finally snapped and pulled herself up from the ground. She glared down at Draco. "Because they are your family whom you just found out about after 13 years of bloody secrets! You would want to meet them! You would want them to tell you why didn't they look harder for you? Why did they give up on you!?"

Draco's expression remained cool under Romina's hard glare. Little by little, a smirk started worming across his face. "Well, then I guess I know your summer plans, don't I?"

It took Romina another moment to realize what he had done. She let out a heavy breath, mentally trying to decide whether to strangle him or appreciate his gesture. It was a very tough decision.

Draco started getting up and he picked up the yearbook off the ground. "You're welcome," he said as he held the book out to Romina.

She was beyond dumbfounded in the end and the more she thought about it, the more flushed she got. "I..." She was at a loss for words.

"You're tired," Draco said, and grabbed her hand to place the book on. "I suggest you go back to your dorm and just...stop thinking about it. At least for 10 minutes. After that, things don't seem as bad anymore."

Romina got the faint feeling that he spoke from direct experience. If it was, then it would be the first time Draco talked about himself in a real way. Not the showing off type of stuff he usually did. "Thank you," she whispered to him.

Draco nodded at her. He started leaving when Romina suddenly called him again.

"Could you...could you not tell anyone about this?" she nervously asked. "I'm not quite ready for people to...find out more about me again."

"Whatever you want." Draco flashed her a smile and went on his way. He missed the light smile that crossed Romina's face.

A/N:

Been waiting to drop that one! Romina is part of the Scamander family! And her grandmother is another of my OCs, Abigail, and obviously a Fantastic Beast oc but it's still in the drafts! But anyways, happy ending for book 3! Book 4 is where the real fun/drama starts ;)

#ocapp #allaboutocs #ochub #fyeahharrypotterocs #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fics #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x oc #harry potter fics #harry potter imagines #hp #hp fics #hp imagines #oc: romina oswell #fic: legacies

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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 4: The battle of Newyork

~New York, 2012~

As Loki looked at the chitauri coming in from the portal in the sky, he took a moment to try and understand how he led himself in this situation. Ever since the death of his soulmate, his life had followed a serious of events that only caused him pain. He found out he was adopted, only to then see how his father allowed Thor to peruse a relationship with a Midgardian when he was not, and as a result of that she had died and he could not save her. He truly had meant to die the day he let go of his brother's hands, but after being caught and tortured by Thanos he found himself on a mission of destruction that he did not want in the first place.

" Stop this brother! take a look around you"

" It's too late" Yelled Loki.

While the attack on New York was a horrid experience for many, for experiment A1A and The winter solider it was an opportunity. Too many Hydra members where focused on protecting the base and stopping it from collapsing onto them and not many where focused on them. The winter solider looked at the young women besides him and gave her the look that told her it was time. Time to escape out of this hell hole.

He had quickly snapped the necks of the 5 Hydra agents that stood guard and freed Y/N from her experimental stand.

" Let's go" he yelled.

They where able to sneak around without notice, and where incredibly close to their freedom, but right before they could step a foot outside; a gun shot was fired! she heard her only friend yell as he fell to the ground.

" No" she shouted

" Go one without me"

" No, I am not leaving you"

" Y/N this is your only chance" The solider said in pain

" Your the only family I have left, I will not leave you"

Before, the Hydra agent who shot him come closer Y/N started projecting her healing abilities with all the strength she could muster doing her best to close the wound in her friend's chest. The hydra agent however quickly caught up to them and pulled Y/n by her hair dragging her away from the solider. Thankfully she had healed him enough for him to gather his strengths and take on the agent.

" Thank you" The solider told his cell mate

" Let's just get out of here"

With that they both ran looking for any shelter.

Unfortunately they had found themselves escaping from one battle to another, in front of them was a group of what appeared to be super heroes fighting aliens that where coming out of the sky; and by the looks of it they where no where near close to winning.

" Just our luck" the solider said with a sigh.

" We have to help them" You said

" Your joking, right? that is a suicide mission"

" Those guys are injured and they can't keep fighting with this state"

" Y/N you are not trained to be on the field"

" Then guard me while I heal them"

" You are unbelievable" He said while shaking his head

you quickly ran to the first person who was down; she was a red head with a very slim figure, but with eyes that could kill. As soon as she saw you she got out her gun and aimed it at you.

" Relax, I am here to help" You said with your hands raised up in defense

" Kid, this is no place to play hero now" she said with a painful grown

" Just trust me" you said as you placed your arm on her head as you projected your healing abilities once again.

The black widow looked at you with awe in her eyes; not understanding how you had the ability to heal her so well in a few minutes.

" Can you do that for the rest of us?" she asked while looking at skeptically at the guy with the metal arm who was behind me

" Lead me to them"

With that The red head who you know know is named Natasha took you to all of the other heroes, you had healed Clint, Tony and even the hulk; and now you where on you way to heal a guy named Steve.

" Steve, come here I have someone who can help you get your strength back" Natasha yelled to Steve.

Steve came towards us confused on what the agent met, but as soon as he came closer to us his face displayed the emotions of pure shock.

" Bucky?" Steve said to the Winter Solider

" Who the hell is Bucky?" He replied back aggressively

I looked at the both of them confused on the interaction

" Captain, we have no time now, let me heal you"

" but..."

before he could continue you quickly put your arm on his and started projecting your magic one again, but this time you where getting too tired, but you where still capable of pushing through. You felt a little bit dizzy, but your loyal cell mate had caught you to keep you steady. Before you could thank him, you saw Tony fly down to you guys.

" Thor has been stabbed badly by Loki, magic hand can you come with me and heal him?"

" She cannot she is already too drained" Bucky replied.

" Hey, no I can"

" Y/N" Bucky said angrily

" I can, just trust me"

"I will take that as a yes" Tony said enthusiastically, and he quickly grabbed you and flew you up to the tower where injured god was.

" Thor, I brought you a healer" Tony yelled as he dropped you off and then flew again straight to the battle

You quickly went toward Thor and started doing your thing, but apparently healing a god took too much more energy that you could muster.

" That is okay, you can stop now you do not need to fully heal me" The blond god said.

feeling dizzy and drained you stopped and fell and sat to the ground.

" Well, well, well look what we have over here" A voice said from behind.

" Kid, get behind me" Thor said and I followed

" you have a pathetic healer on your team now?" Loki said with anger

" Leave her be brother, she has no part in this"

Loki did not listen and quickly started fighting his brother one again. Thor still not fully healed could not fully take on his brother and had fell slightly from the tower, but catching quickly to it's railings.

" I could use you on my team" Loki said to the unknown girl in front of him. He raised his staff and aimed it on to you, but before he could do that you had raised your arms in a protective stance in front of you, reveling your soul mark.

Loki quickly stopped his actions and looked at you in shock.

" How could this be..." before he could finish his sentence Thor had managed to pull himself up again and punch his brother making him black out.

Thor then looked at your right arm and understood why his brother had paused to hurt you.

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saw that you saw Hamilton for the first time and couldn't help but wonder what your favorite song/s were? or maybe some songs that you would like to learn all the lyrics to?

:DDDD They toured here, and I got to see them live last, last Friday!! It was wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course all the songs are great. Right now (subject to daily changes), my faves in order, and I'll link to yt in case you want to listen, too, right now haha:

"Dear Theodosia" - The way they are singing to their babies!!! AHHHHHHHHH. I could die. It's SO soft. and SO heartwarming. omg. I just. love love love this. the line: "You will come of age with our young nation." and "If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you. We'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away." Seriously, is there anything more important than this 😭😭 And finding out that the original actor for Aaron Burr was praying for his yet unborn daughter when it wasn't his part to sing, and that by the end of the run, he had prayed around 500 times for her ugh 💓

"The Story of Tonight (Reprise)" - idk, no real explanation, it's just a funny, touching song. The line: "Raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again." and John Lauren's "What are you trying to hide, Burr?" is so funny. Also, Alexander Hamilton's "Oh, shit" when he finds out that Aaron Burr is having an affair with a married woman. Just a feel-good song. Out of context, I now see that those lines don't sound funny or feel good.

"Guns and Ships" - My favorite character is the Marquis de Lafayette. I was so enthralled by the actor's charisma, I read the entire Wikipedia article on Lafayette and have been info-dumping this guy's whole life story on anyone who is a captive audience for me. Which has happened 4 times already. Did you know he was only 18-19 years old when he snuck away to America against King Louis XVI's orders because he was so sympathetic to the American cause and hungry for war glory? Did you know he was a war hero by the time he was 24? Did you know this? And Hamilton was like about the same age as him. Also did you know Lafayette picked up English fluently within a year of his travel to America? Shall I keep going? I can tell you more!

"It's Quiet Uptown" - This song gives me really emotions, I cry.

"Satisfied" - "From your sister who's always by your side." Anyone else has a loving eldest sister who's the wittiest, funniest, smartest, most charismatic in the family? 🙋🏻‍♀️ Honestly, Angelica Schuyler does NO wrong, and I am convinced based on the info in this musical that she did nothing wrong her entire life haha. Facts. Did you know she and her husband organized to help Lafayette escape from Austrian prison? (Which succeeded, except Lafayette got lost and recaptured).

"Helpless" - This song was my top fave after watching the musical. The actress sings so well. I love how absolutely gone she is in love with him, and that's basically how I aspire to write my NaruHina fics haha. This line: "I'm trying not to cry cuz there's nothing that your mind can't do." Just, the absolute faith she has in him!!! The admiration she has for his intelligence and the belief she has in his worth and capability!!! I love it.

"A Winter's Ball" - This song is very short. It also does the best job at showing that these guys were like. 19-20 years old. College age bros forreal.

"What'd I Miss" - Undeniably Thomas Jefferson has the most charisma of any character in the musical. I love the jazziness of this song, too.

"Non-Stop" - whoever said that this song is the entire musical crammed in 6 minutes is so right.

"Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story" - Since this idea is basically the theme/lesson of the musical, it left an impact on me at the live show. Also, yeah, I'm a sucker for recording generational history and making sure that the sacrifices of the past aren't forgotten.

"Cabinet Battle #1" - This rap song convinces me I would've learned better in AP Gov if this musical had been around 13 years ago.

"The Election of 1800" - Hamilton's drag of Aaron Burr is such a burn. Ouch.

"Cabinet Battle #2" - These lines: "We signed a treaty with a king whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? 'Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?' 'Uh… do whatever you want, I’m super dead.'" lol, point made.

Oops, I spent like over an hour writing this post and listening to the songs. Please anon, come back and tell me your favorite songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#anon #nice anon #nice ask #who's letting me get back on my soapbox for things that no one else cares about???!!!!!!#musicals my beloved #fun ask

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2 for Nova and Orianna + 3, 4, 7, 8, 17, 19 and 25 for anyone from the younger generation (sorry that's a lot questions!)

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

Who is your best friend? Tell us about them!

Nova: My best friend is Adrasteia! She's the absolute coolest--we met the first day I came to court. She's terrifying, but in an awesome way--she once pulled a dagger when a remala ambassador insulted Julia. And she moved here from Bellamagna--so she's got far less preconceived notions about magic. From what she tells me, they actually like it over there. I haven't told her yet, but I'm thinking about it!

Orianna: My best friend is (was?) Cloelia. She's just the sweetest, most fun person ever. We had so much fun in the house before....before. She may be human sunshine, but don't be fooled--she's kind of a badass. Whenever I discovered a new, fucked up use of magic that I knew Nova and Zia Cinzia would never approve of, she was the first one I'd show. But the best days were when all four of us were getting in trouble together--me, Nova, Cloe, and Otto. (At this point she's probably crying a little)

What is your favorite childhood memory?

Ottavio: The day Zio Attilio came home with Nova and Cloe. I love my parents, but growing up the only kid in a secluded house was getting a bit boring. I got an older and a younger sister in the same day! And one of them had magical powers? Oh, the amount of times me and Nova almost destroyed the house, or got her caught. Which, I guess I kinda did anyway, so.....

What is your least favorite childhood memory?

Adrasteia: The day my family was killed. I just...knew the invaders were coming after Bellamagnan nobles, and somehow didn't think they'd target us? I left the house, knowing there could be danger, and I came back and... I could have done something, if I'd gotten back a few minutes earlier, if I hadn't gone out right that minute.

Who do you look up to?

Livia: I look up to Zio Niccolo! He was such a great role model when I was a kid--he taught me the best ways to end conflict without violence. He's also a great person to talk to about personal stuff, because he's seen it all--war, betrayal, ugly breakups.

Julia: Zio Giuseppe!! My parents couldn't have picked me a better padrino! He's one of the only people in our family who doesn't seem to have an agenda. I love my family, but sometimes I feel like I can't keep up with them--they're all just so smart.

What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

Saturnino: Being raised in a world of strict, rigid expectations. Even now that I don't really believe in it all anymore, I still have the deep-seated need to do things by a schedule. I still get up a five in the morning, and I blame my upbringing for that (Ottavio had the opposite environment growing up. He sleeps in until nine or ten, and it looks so peaceful--I'm very, very jealous)

What makes you laugh?

Ottavio: Whenever someone fucks up worse than me. It just fills me with so much happiness I can't help but laugh.

Nova: When an anti-magic bigot gets taught a very public lesson.

Cloelia: When I foil my enemies' plans and they're miserable.

Saturnino: I like a good limerick, you guys are fucking horrifying.

What makes you sad?

Livia: Whenever I hear stories about how good the world used to be. Just, the fact that our country had such a great era and somehow, we blew it so bad that this is where we are now...it just scares me.

Cloelia: Thinking about my old home. I'm planning an escape from Grimaldo's prison of a house, and if I ever see Ottavio fucking Volta again it's. on. sight.

Freebie! Come up with your own question for the character to answer!

What's your favorite family story?

Nova: I love the story of the time my dad and Zia Cinzia used their combined powers of magic and a remala last name to infiltrate an enemy base. Awesome.

Livia: I feel bad about this one, but the story of how Zio Enrico managed to bring a whole regime down by one drunken slip of the tongue is peak comedy. I'd never laugh about it in front of him, but I just cannot fathom how anyone could do that.

#oc asks #ch: novellia de rege #ch: orianna di napoli #ch: adrasteia falco #ch: livia corvi #ch: julia corvi #ch: cloelia de rege #ch: ottavio volta #ch: saturnino d’ovidio

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For some reason it’s not letting me answer the ask the way I want to, so... Annon-Guy Asked: Annon-Guy: How do you feel about movies from Dreamworks? Like Shrek, Madagascar, Kung Fu Panda, Trolls, How to Train Your Dragon, Monsters VS. Aliens, Flushed Away, ANTZ and The Road to El Dorado. You can even include their recent movie, The Bad Guys, if you want too. Dreamworks has some of the best and some of the worst stuff, honestly. Shrek? Masterpiece. Unironically. A very good deconstruction, subversion and also embrace of Fairy Tale Tropes. Shrek 2? Superior to the first mostly because of the brilliant foreshadowing and the inclusion of Puss in Boots. Shrek 3? The worst Shrek. Thematically I understand what it was going for, but it was very ham-fisted. Shrek Forever After? Better than a lot of people give it credit for. Not as many good jokes, I'll admit, but actually a decent love story. The Madagascar series is... mediocre. The first one was fine, and the lemurs and penguins are the least annoying in that one. I enjoyed the premise but it was a lot of faffing about and I don't have many fond memories of it since I only saw it once or twice. Escape 2 Africa was honestly a lot better in my opinion. Bonus points for the absolutely insane move to pair up the Giraffe and Hippo. Not quite as epic as the Donkey and the Dragon from Shrek in terms of insane and unexpected cross-species pairings, but honestly, in movies where the animals are stand-ins for people, it's bewildering when things like, say, Disney's Robin Hood make Maid Marian a fox so she matches Robin so adults don't have to think about breeding when the only reason Robin is a fox is because he's clever and we associate cleverness with foxes. As nobility, and not exceptionally clever nobility, there's no reason Maid Marian couldn't have been a lioness other than the fact that Disney didn't want to go with a strange Kermit and Ms. Piggy situation. So props for something like Madagascar, where the animals are CLEARLY still animals despite being anthropomorphized, to actually have the balls to be like "Yeah, it's weird logistically speaking, but the Hippo and Giraffe have chemistry so fuck it, they get to be a couple now." Europe's Most Wanted is the second best one. The weird romance between King Julien and the bear is actually pretty damn funny with the melodrama, and the absolutely insane Animal Control woman are definitely highlights. The Gia and Alex romance was a little forced and I'm honestly so burnt out on the "Liar Revealed" plot where the whole crew has to break up for 10 minutes in the third act for tension that I kind of felt the movie would have been better without those bits but, like. I understand movies have to movie and that subplot was popular at the time and movies do better landing with mixed audiences if they have romances and yadda yadda. But, like. If they had to go with the romances, they could have made them better. Alex and Gia did have some chemistry when they were practicing trapeze together but the movie isn't nearly enough of that to make it engaging. The King Julien romance gets a pass because it's not a focal point and not trying to be. It's trying to be comedy and it works. As for the Liar Revealed plot, that works best when the liars lies actually harm the people they're lying to. This works well in something like The Tigger Movie where the stakes are mostly emotional. The gang pretending to be Tigger's family upsets him because he feels like they're belittling him and his wish to get in touch with other's like him. It's done even better in Aladdin, in my opinion. Aladdin's lie is wrong because it's solely to take advantage of Jasmine's "stupidity." Or the stupidity of others involved mostly. But Jasmine was told that he DIED and he comes waltzing back in with a new title and EVEN WHEN THEY'RE IN PRIVATE he doesn't admit to her that "Hey, I'm actually the guy you met in the market place. She's not mad at him later when it comes out he's a commoner. She liked him before he had any of the princely titles or any of that. She liked him for who he was. But she IS mad at him for not telling her who he was when he had the chance to. In Madagascar, the only reason they had to lie was for their own safety. And really, once they joined up with the troupe, they WERE technically circus performers. Lying, even for good reason, can be damaging, and I'm not suggesting the message of "lying can be hurtful" inherent to the trope is a bad message. Children, the target audience, can especially benefit from learning the value of honesty. But if the only reason the lie is bad is because it's a lie, it kind of loses its bite. The other troupe members aren't hurt because the lie caused troubles. Their acts improved immensely with the help of Alex and friends. The only person with anything approaching a sensible reason for why the lie was bad was the sealion who pointed out that, yeah, getting fired out of a cannon with no training is dangerous and he could have died. But that's not really what the movie tries to sell us on. The movie tries to sell us on the idea that pretending to be circus performers is inherently a violation, not because it put the others in danger while performing, but because being a fake circus performer is like being a fake doctor. And that angle could work, but in addition to burnout on the trope and better examples from other movies, I just don't like it in Madagascar 3. Especially because a similar thing was done so much better in Madagascar 2. And Dreamworks did the Liar Revealed plot much better with How to Train Your Dragon 2 years before Madagascar 3. Penguins of Madagascar was alright. A bunch of silly nonsense in my opinion, but I only saw it once. Probably my least favorite.Kung Fu Panda was alright. I never got around to watching it until I was an adult, but I liked the message. Jokes were kind of hit or miss, but Jack Black makes any role amazing and I appreciate that while there are some Fat Jokes, Po doesn't have to slim down to become a Kung Fu master. In fact, having a lot of weight to throw around works to his advantage. The Kung Fu is more about using the body he has to the fullest advantage and learning discipline rather than having to be the fastest or strongest. After all, strongmen that actually do heavy lifting aren't chiseled hunks. They actually need a healthy layer of fat to protect their muscles. Also Master Oogway is amazing and there's a lot of Daoism present in the philosophy of the movie. Kung fu Panda 2 had some guts putting in the Panda Genocide. I know a lot of movies and shows play with darker themes and skirt around the implications and nothing will ever get as close to a nuanced discussion of genocide as Avatar: The Last Airbender. But honestly, props to movies that actually have the guts to do that. Other than that, it was just a sort of pleasant time-killer? Not as good as the first but not bad. Decent message about coming to terms with grief and the past but nothing remarkable. I haven't seen the 3rd one yet but I saw the little bonus material with the backstories of the Furious Five. Nothing spectacular and not quite Aesop's fables, but nice little self-contained moral stories for kids.I saw the first Trolls movie once or twice and saw a review of the second one. I like a decent Jukebox musical so it was fine in that regard but there's nothing about it that makes me want to watch it again. I did enjoy the media analysis done by Big Joel, but that's about the only thing valuable I got out of the movie and I think kids wouldn't catch on to that subtle stuff since I, an adult, had to be shown by another adult how to see it from that perspective. If it was on in the background, I wouldn't yell about it and if I had nothing better to do I'd watch, but it's not in a catalogue of things I'd keep around. (Note to self, do a list at the end of things I'd keep in the catalogue...) How to Train Your Dragon is a gorgeous series of films. Loved the first one. Toothless is just amazingly designed. Wonderful disability representation and a nice message of peaceful solutions, reasonable accommodation, and not forcing people to be measured along a single axis of "worth" in order to be valuable. HTTYD 2 was also an amazing film, great themes, amazing if subtle romance between Stoick and Valka when they reunite that isn't forced to rekindle or advance like nothing ever happened. The only thing I will say is that Stoick died for no reason in my opinion. His death was purely for shock value and tear-jerking. I know it's a common thread to fridge wives, daughters, girlfriends, mothers, and women in general to give the men motivation and little else and I know Stoick's death doesn't exactly qualify because he does exist for other reasons and does help move the plot outside of his death. Mufasa from the Lion King got fridged harder than Stoick. But honestly, I think Stoick's death still counts. I have not seen the third one but I really want to and I haven't seen the animated series yet (I heard it isn't good but I intend to see it.) I saw part of a Christmas Special once but I realized it was set after the third movie so I didn't watch the whole thing.Monsters vs. Aliens might be my least favorite Dreamworks film? I remember the marketing and the character designs were interesting and I remember wanting to see it as a kid but I only got to see it when it showed up on Netflix when I was an adult. The jokes didn't land for me, the story was boring, the premise was interesting but ultimately wasted. I don't remember half of what it was about but I do remember it feeling long and boring. 0/10, would not watch again. I saw Flushed Away once as a kid and remember nothing about it other than rats in suits and the Wallace and Grommet claymation. Sorry. Don't have an opinion. Don't remember hating it so I'd be willing to see it again. Never saw Antz, art style was ugly, even as a kid who loved everything animation. From what I heard, it sucked. I'd be willing to see it once but honestly, with so much on my watchlist, even if it was free, IDK if I could be bothered. The Road to El Dorado is a masterpiece. I love everything about it. I would change nothing, I am still waiting on a sequel, IDEC if we as a society come to regard it as racist at some point (time marches forward and with luck, progress remains progress, inevitably most things sour with age, even innocent fun.) I'll be some artificial consciousness watching the sun explode while we all live in little spheroid unkillable mechs or whatever with no concept of race and I will still be watching the hell out of that movie. Bring it back to Netflix, please. I've watched it 400 times or something and it is STILL not enough. I have not seen The Bad Guys yet, but I'm furry trash and I really want to. You left out Megamind which is also a masterpiece. Not as good as the Road to El Dorado in my opinion, but better than Despicable Me by an incredible margin, and I LIKE the original Despicable Me before the series became a trashfire of marketing the horrendous yellow annoyances known as the Minions. Honorable mention to the Puss in Boots movie that I vaguely remember but only saw once, I saw the sequel is coming up and I'm interested. So, hmm Tier list... Masterpiece: Will force my kids to watch if I ever have any and would want available on my deathbed: Shrek 1, Shrek 2, HTTYD 1, HTTYD 2, The Road to El Dorado Good shit: Will show to future children if I have any and will keep in stock: Shrek 4, Megamind Decent: Will watch again if asked and keep in stock in case an errant desire to revisit emerges: Shrek 3, Puss in Boots, Madagascar 2, Kung Fu Panda Unobjectionable: Will watch if a friend wants to, will suggest other things if available, only kept in stock if I already happen to own it: Madagascar 1, Madagascar 3, Kung Fu Panda 2, Kung Fu Panda: Secrets of the Furious Five, Trolls 1, Shrek the Halls Yawn: Will not scream if left on in the background. Will watch if there is nothing else available but won't necessarily be happy about it: Penguins of Madagascar, Kill me: Will brick myself to sleep before watching it again, Would much rather do other things: Monsters vs. Aliens Unseen: Unable to form opinion but open to the experience: Puss in Boots: The Three Diablos, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, The Adventures of Puss in Boots, Kung Fu Panda 3, Trolls 2, HTTYD 3, HTTYD Holiday Special, HTTYD Race to the Edge, Flushed Away (seen once, don't remember enough, making my impression roughly equivalent to unseen), The Bad Guys Unseen (Derogatory): Would only see with the expectation of a bad time, would not actively choose to watch it but has no solid negative opinions other than aversion: Madagascar (The TV Series), ANTZ.

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Let’s hide together

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When the world becomes too much, Chris helps you escape by a fort of blankets and some Disney movies

Warnings: age-gap, anxiety, depression, panic attack, hints of suicidal thoughts but more if you squint,

Words: 3.1K

A/N: wow we just hit 1K followers!🎉🎉 thank you all for supporting me and/or enjoying my stories💞

Let’s hide together

Chris stayed at your house for a while. One of your family members asked you if you’d mind if he’d stayed for a while. You were a huge fan so for obvious reasons you didn’t mind at all. You developed a huge crush on Chris but always thought that he never saw much in you besides a little sister or whatever. Besides, there was a age-gap. Not that you minded it but maybe he would.

Anyhow, he stayed with you for a while, because set was closer, he was friends with some family members, who worked in the movie industry as well and especially on this movie.

You were really shy around Chris. Not that you wanted to be but you felt sort of intimidated by him. Not that there was any reason for that but you liked him so much that you felt flustered every time he talked to you or whatever. Chris knew that you weren’t feeling so well though. He could tell but also because you let out some snippets about it but he never really knew how bad it was until your mom talked about it with him.

She was waiting for you to come home after one of your many appointments lately. You were extremely busy with rearranging and stuff. Chris was shocked to learn how bad you were really doing. You had a great façade, he had to give you that. You eyed really strong to a lot of people in the moments you were caving in and nobody would know. it wasn’t that you did it on purpose but it was an mechanism to hold yourself up.

You came home and felt absolutely wrecked, like you just been hit with a bus, who went back and forth, only mentally. All you wanted to do was blow this whole thing off, tell everyone it was a joke and hide from the world. You had more peace in suffering alone and acting like you were okay then you have now.

You saw your mom and Chris talking and stopped when you came in the room. “Hey how did it go? I brought you dinner.” Your mom said. “Thanks and I don’t want to talk about it.” she nodded but you knew she wasn’t going to let it go, which irritated you to no end.

“Why don’t you want to talk about it?” she asked. Chris felt the tension and left the room for a minute, giving you a soft smile. “Because I don’t want to. I’m tired, still trying to comprehend and as simple as it could be, don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Yes but talking….” You cut her off. “I will when I want to and now is clearly not the time. Stop it.” you told her angry and irritated but instantly felt bad. “Look I’m sorry I just don’t want to talk about it right now okay? Thank you for dinner though.” She nodded “I’m sorry I pushed you, I shouldn’t have. Call me when you feel like okay?” you nodded and gave you a kiss on your head before leaving.

You let yourself fall on the couch and buried your face in your hands. You felt the tears prickle and wanted to escape so badly that it all started to hurt physically. You were extremely frustrated and felt like there was no release for it, bubbling it all up.

Chris came down again and saw you sitting there on the couch. His heart broke for you as he could feel the heaviness in the room. He looked around a little and walked up to you. one thing was pretty clear and that was that you didn’t want to talk about it.

You felt the couch dip a little besides you. You looked besides you and saw Chris smiling softly at you. You tried to smile back but it felt impossible. You wiped away the tears but they instantly got replaced with new ones. He sat at a respectful distance but still placed his hand on your back to comfort you a little.

“I’m sorry that you feel like this sweetheart.” His voice so incredibly calm and soothing that it calmed you down in some sort of way. The tears started to flow more “I just want it all to stop Chris. I don’t want to do any of it anymore. I know it’s for the best at the end but I just want to be completely left alone right now. I want to leave everything behind, live somewhere else and start over. Like some cottage in the woods where no other people are. I just want it to end, it hurts so bad.” You said between sobs, completely breaking down right now.

He had a look of pain on his face and sat closer to you so he could pull you into a hug. He leaned back against the couch and held you, not saying a word but just let you cry. He never saw you cry so he was happy that you finally were able to cry and release at least some pressure from your heavy heart.

“I know baby, I know. It’s okay, let it out.” He shushed you a little after a while. His shirt was wet from your tears and you held onto him with clinched fists. He kept rubbing your back and went with his other hand over your head. “I’m already tired of treatment and talking and the therapy hasn’t even started yet.” You felt hopeless right now.

Chris tightened his grip on you in response. He noticed that your breathing became rapid and your heartbeat was at a very fast pace. “Baby, baby, look at me. Try to breathe with me.” You knew there was a panic attack around the corner. You tried to stand up but felt dizzy. Chris stood up as well and prevented you from almost falling over.

“Are you having a panic attack?” Chris asked and you nodded, breathing becoming more rapid. Chris pulled you in his arms again. “Let me try to help you okay?” you nodded but felt in some sort of blackout. “Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, okay can you do that for me?” he asked you calmly.

You nodded “This is not life threatening, you’re not going to die. Try not to fight it, I’m right here with you and I’ll promise you’ll be okay.” Chris sat down and pulled you softly and carefully along with him. You sat on his lap, face to face and you crossed your legs automatically around him. He gently cupped your cheeks. “Can you find a focus object for me sweetheart?” he asked you as he made deep eye contact with you.

You looked over at Chris’s shoulder and found a candle. “found something?” he asked you as he scanned your features. “Yes” you croaked out and he got a soft smile on his lips, hearing you speak “Can you describe it to me?” You start to describe the candle and before you knew it your panic attack slowed down.

“There you go sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” he told you and all of a sudden you got hyperfixated on Chris. You felt his hands on your thighs and felt flustered again. One hand let go of your thigh and found your cheek so you would look at him. You were sure that he could feel the heat radiating from your cheek. You were in his lap for god’s sake.

You awkwardly got off his lap and sat down next to him. He still placed his hand on your back. “Thank you.” you said shyly. He gave you a soft smile “You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I could help.” You nodded and felt embarrassed, which he probably noticed.

“I have a very good book, which I think you might like.” He said all of a sudden, taking you by surprise and you looked at him. “Why don’t you take a nice hot bath and read one chapter and when you’re done, you tell me what you’ve read mhm?” you thought about it and it actually sounded like a good idea. “Okay, you said softly and he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter.

He got up to take the book and handed it to you. You walked upstairs and drew a bath and started reading it. Chris was right, you started to really like this book and found some sort of escape in it. After a while you got out and found your hoodie, blanket and put it on.

You did some skin care routine and walked down the stairs, still reading the book. Chris smiled when he saw you.

“After dinner, I got a little surprise for you.” it peaked your interest and you saw that he already made the table so you can have dinner. “Thank you Chris.” You told him again and he shook his head with a smile “You really don’t have to thank me sweetheart.” You smiled shyly and he noticed.

Chris knew about your little crush even though you thought you were subtle, he could tell. He found it adorable and liked you as well, more than you could ever know. Every time you got shy around him, his heart did flips in his chest.

Chris sat down opposite of you and asked you about the book. It got you out of the shyness and more into excitement and started talking passionately. Chris couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he wanted to.

He started to ask about your favorite movies since this was the most you’ve ever spoke to him and he loved every minute of it. You told him about your favorite movies and he instantly got more excited as his feelings grew for you.

You told him that your favorite movies were Shrek and Monster inc. He told you about his passion about Disney as well and talked more about it and about Disneyworld “I can take you some time if you’d like.” He told you with a slight grin. You looked up at him and a little excited. “Really?” you asked him and he chuckled “Yeah, it will be fun! I promise you. You can hang out at my place then. I have a pool.” He told you the last sentence playfully.

“We’ll have a great time. I can show you around and stuff. I think you’re gonna love it.” you smiled thinking about it. “I would actually love it.” he mirrored your smile “Then that’s settled. We can go when I have my break from shooting. That would be in two weeks. And then you can leave here for a while as well. See it as a vacation.” He told you and you nodded smiling.

You told him about an attraction park here and he smiled as he saw your enthusiasm. “Seems like you’ve got a lot to show me.” he told you and you felt shy again. “I think you’re going to like it.” you told him softly and he smiled “I’m sure of it. I can’t wait for you to show me.”

You smiled shyly and stood up to clean the table. Chris helped you and it was clean in no time. “I have that surprise remember?” he asked you cheekily. You looked at him and made immediate eye contact. You felt yourself heat up by the intense eye contact like he had you under his spell.

His eyes softened at you and held out his hand for you to take as he gave you a soft smile. You looked at his hand, which was huge compared to yours but took it. He led you upstairs and you were frowned a little but was still interested.

“okay, I’m going to stand behind you and put my hands over your eyes so you don’t take a peek.” You giggled feeling shy. He led you into a room and you heard close to your ear “Ready sweetheart?” you felt goosebumps rising on your skin from the close proximity Chris was. You nodded and he took his hand away from your eyes.

You blinked a few times but saw that he took a lot of blankets and made a huge fort out of it. There were fairy lights and the ‘tent’ was tucked behind the tv in Chris’s bedroom. So his whole bed became a tent, everything was covered and hidden by blankets.

You looked at Chris with disbelieve and he gave you a warm smile “Want to hide from the world with me?” he asked you softly and you felt your heart melt. Tears prickled in your eyes and you automatically placed your arms tightly around Chris in a hug. He smiled “I take this as a sign that you like it?” he asked you and you nodded.

He saw the tears fall from your cheeks and he wiped them away with his thumbs. “After you princess.” He told you once you got out of the hug. He held up the blanket so you could crawl in.

You immediately felt calm, protected and safe from the cruel world around you. It was like you finally found release and you could breathe again.

Chris climbed in and saw that the tears were still falling. He sat down next to you and wiped them away again. “So you really like it?” he asked you softly and you nodded “I haven’t felt this safe and protected and calm since I can actually remember. This feels like I can finally breathe again.” He gave you a sad smile and pulled you into a hug.

“I will leave this up for as long as you want to. Make this your small little getaway when everything feels too much.” You hugged him back and he kissed the top of your head. “I can’t thank you enough Chris, really this means the world to me.”

He smiled again, got you out of the hug and cupped your cheeks. His smile was radiating “Honey, like I said you really don’t have to thank me. It’s my pleasure and I’m glad I can help.” You looked into his eyes and you didn’t know what came over you but you placed your lips on his, taking him by surprise.

He didn’t move it was like he was froze so you quickly pulled back. “I am so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me, I…” all of a sudden you were caught off guard as he placed his lips on yours again. He gave you a second to comprehend before he slowly started to move. You felt his tongue against your lips and you quickly gave him access. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him.

You sat down on your knees and moved over to his lap and sat down while Chris held your waist to help you climb on. You felt his beard slightly scrape against your chin but loved every minute of it as the euphoria and butterflies came up. Your hand moving slightly through his hair, which was extremely soft. His fingers kneaded in your waist and his lips found your neck as you placed your arms around his shoulders.

Your lips found each other again and after a heated make out session you pulled back for air. You both looked at each other in surprise but also adoration. He cupped your cheek again “I’ve liked you since the beginning Y/N, and I keep falling for you every day.” You smiled shyly, not able to believe what just happened and what still was happening.

“I liked you from the beginning too Chris. And I’m really in love.” You said embarrassed. Chris smiled sweetly at you as he placed a piece of hair behind your ear and softly kissed the tip of your nose. “so what now?” you asked him carefully since you’ve had bad experienced after you confessed your feelings.

He chuckled softly “Well, if you’d like it and of course want to. I’d like to have a relationship with you. and of course we’ll take it as slow as you want to.” He told you with a soft smile which you immediately returned “I’d like that.” He smiled and you both chuckled a little before he kissed you again.

You got off of his lap and laid down next to him. “So what movie do you want to watch? Shrek sounded like a great idea!” he told you and you chuckled “Yeah let’s watch that one.” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head before putting Netflix on.

When the movie started he placed a blanket over the two of you and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and you let your arm rest on his chest. His arm was around you and drew circles on your back while his other hand held yours. He got it off his chest for a second and brought it to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it.

You both got more comfortable and disappeared together in the world of Shrek. He tucked you closer so know and then or nuzzled his nose in your hair, placing kisses on your forehead and general soft touches here and there.

You felt your eyes become heavy and Chris noticed it. He knew you were in desperate need of some restful sleep without nightmares and he hoped he could provide that for you by making you feel so calm, secure, protected, safe and loved for.

He knew this was going to be a long tough road but he would be by your side with everything. He smiled softly at you as he saw how you tried to fight your heavy eyes. “Get some rest baby. You deserve it. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he told you and kissed the top of your head again but letting his lips linger there for a second.

He noticed earlier how calm you became from him playing with your hair or just massaging your head so he did that again to help you give in to some much needed sleep. And it worked because you were out cold. He smiled and put the tv out and some lights, never letting go off you.

Once everything was out he got comfortable and looked at you for a little while with a soft, loving smile on your face. His other hand still making circles on your back before he tucked your head underneath his chin and closed his own eyes, knowing you were finally safe in his arms and not alone anymore.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Something New

Summary: When his friend with benefits needs a date, Spencer agrees to play along before their relationship dramatically changes when she needs him emotionally.

Hi! Could you make a fic ab spencer & reader being fwb and reader needs a date to something important so she takes spencer w her and they have a cute lil moment after the event? can you do a fic inspired by “nothing new” by taylor swift

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: smutty (like R18 level) | Implied homophobia | Alcohol consumption | Mommy issues | Internalized misogyny This didn't start out as sad, but it kind of is

Word Count: 5.4k

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"Fuck!" Y/n groaned in a far different tone than the one she had been using for the previous 15 minutes. She threw her head back at the sudden interruption of her moment of pleasure, irritated beyond belief.

Of course, as soon as Spencer's dick was in her, the phone just had to ring. Could a call really be so important that it had to disrupt the first alone time they'd had together in a week?

Sex on cases was strictly forbidden unless one of them desperately needed it, which resulted in an endless amount of ridiculing from the other. Plus, when their friends with benefits relationship only existed in DC, they could escape with less teasing from the team. No one could really prove it, but they knew there was something between them. Four months and they couldn't find anything more than circumstantial evidence.

"Really? Do you have to take it?" Spencer complained, looking up at her with pleading eyes, so his whole throat was on display. Always such a whore. It was also why he kept his fingers wrapped around her thighs, purposefully drawing her attention to the veins that became more prominent when he tensed them.

Y/n gave him a knowing look, tipping her head to the side. "In our line of work, we have to." She answered with what he already knew.

"Phones are the ultimate mood killer," Spencer grumbled, holding her by the hips to raise her off his lap.

Completely naked, Y/n walked across his bedroom to the bedside table where her phone sat. Usually, it was somewhere on the floor or still in her pants pocket.

She groaned even louder when she read the caller ID. "It's my mother." She announced, spinning back around to face Spencer. He had already stood up and was pulling his pants and boxer shorts back up.

"Now that is the ultimate mood killer." He corrected his previous with a chuckle.

"Worse than serial murder?" She asked, flashing him an amused grin.

Spencer huffed out a laugh. "From what you've told me, maybe." None of it was things she'd told him exclusively. They weren't, by any means, that close. It was stories she'd told the team when it was her turn to vent about her family.

"Be quiet," Y/n instructed, answering the call. The absolute last thing her mom needed to know was that she had a fuck buddy and not a boyfriend she could marry and have children with. "Hi, mom." She said into the phone, instinctively plastering on a fake smile.

Spencer found more amusement in not listening to her first instruction, walking up behind her. He placed his hands over her boobs, squeezing gently as he placed wet kisses on her neck.

It was far too hard to think when he did that, so she had to shove him off before replying. "You're coming to DC this week?" She repeated, making sure she didn't mishear. Even though she was hoping she did. "I can't say I'll be here and not out on a case." She rolled her eyes at the reply. "You really don't have to extend your trip here all week so you can see me." She was more or less pleading. "I can see you when I'm back near you." Or Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or the year 2050. "Yeah, I know I didn't come last time... Okay, I'm sure I'll be here Saturday night." That gave her five days to prepare. Not nearly enough time. "Yeah, just text me where and when... Okay, love you too, bye."

By the time she hung up the phone, Spencer couldn't stop his laughing. "Sounds like a fun weekend."

"Fuck you, Reid." She replied, throwing him an annoyed look over her shoulder before searching for her clothes.

"Yes, please, that's why you came here, wasn't it?" He asked, leaning his weight against the door frame.

Y/n briefly frowned at him, looking down at his pants. "Dude, you just got dressed."

"It felt inappropriate for you to be talking to your mom while I was naked." Spencer justified, placing his hands on her waist. It always made her skin break out in goosebumps and elicited a low chuckle, then a smirk from him at the effect he had on her.

She gestured to her own body, seeing the flaw in his logic. "I am very naked."

As always, Spencer had a good rebuttal. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." His finger began to circle over the skin on her lower stomach, making her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

Y/n's hands trailed down to his pants, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him seductively. "I thought phones were the ultimate mood killer?" She challenged, tracing over the very apparent bulge.

"I don't think anything could turn me off right now," Spencer admitted, letting his head hang back as he closed his eyes. "Not even talking about your mom."

She quickly took her hands off his body. "Ew, that is just an indescribable amount of disgusting."

"Okay, okay, sorry." Spencer apologized, using his grip on her waist to push her backward until her calves hit the bed frame and she landed on the mattress.

"I am this close to throwing my phone out the window." Y/n declared, illustrating her threat to the technology by putting her index finger and thumb together until they were almost touching. The phone in question was still buzzing on her desk, something she was trying desperately to ignore.

It was Thursday, aka two days until the dreaded day, and she could not be less thrilled. The dress she intended to wear was hanging in her closet, taunting her every time she opened the door.

"No! Don't you dare do that to the tech." Penelope quickly threatened although it came out more like a plea, clearly unaware of the frustrating content of the messages.

The five of them- Y/n, JJ, Emily, Morgan, and Spencer- were sitting in the bullpen, trying to find a will to do their paperwork. And, of course, Penelope was there for moral support.

"Who is it?" Emily asked, figuring she was ready to share because anything was more interesting than paperwork days.

Her question went ignored by Morgan's observation. "I bet," He started, rocking back in his seat and drawing out a pause for dramatic effect. The smirk he wore was a clear sign he was about to say something ridiculous. "You've got a boyfriend."

That really made her chuckle. "You, Derek Morgan, are a terrible profiler." She informed him, glancing at her phone before promptly putting it back down. Morgan put his hand over the right side of his chest like his heart had been injured.

"Also, for future reference and general anatomy knowledge, your heart is on your left side, dumbass," Spencer mumbled, immediately having to duck when Morgan threatened to mess up his hair. He looked extra incredible that particular Thursday if she could say so herself. Which was a gray area. As daring as ever, Spencer flashed her a wink.

"Okay, not a boyfriend," JJ repeated, determined to test out her own profiling skills to one-up Morgan. Carefully, she eyed Y/n for any tell she might have had. "Your mom." She guessed.

Y/n pointed to her in affirmation. "Bingo." JJ grinned at the win, gloating to Morgan.

Having felt the same thing more than once in her life, Emily knew what the matter was. "You have to go see her, don't you?"

"Time and time again, we're learning the ladies of the BAU are far better profilers," Y/n said, informing her she was right.

"Oh, I want to take a turn at this," Spencer announced, smirking all for her to see. She gave him a, don't you dare, look which he firmly ignored. "You're not going home because she's coming to DC, and you're seeing her this Saturday... night." He was definitely attempting to act like he hadn't heard the very conversation he was profiling had occurred.

The rest of the team shared suspicious glances at how Y/n looked like she was about to slap him. They could guess, but they didn't know how Spencer knew the inner details of her life. As usual, the pair were far too in their own world to notice.

Penelope's voice snapped them out of it. "So, what exactly is the issue?"

"Oh, right, that." She was so close to having forgotten about it. "Well, I grossly underestimated what having dinner with her would look like. Now it's a gala with every friend she has and their kids, and I really don't want to go." She explained the details of the hundred text messages before adding on the worst part. "And I need a date."

Everyone wore the same sympathetic smiles. "I could come with you." Emily jokingly suggested.

"Yeah, she'd love that," Y/n replied sarcastically, picking up her phone to read the rest of the messages. "What's sad is that there isn't a single guy in DC who would actually date me." That earnt her a round of laughs at the depressing status of her love life.

"I know someone you could take," Morgan suggested, smirking with the same smirk he had before. She raised her eyebrows to warn him of what would happen if he said something dumb. Still, he continued. "Pretty Boy."

It wasn't an outrageous suggestion to the team. If anything, it was logical, but the looks on Y/n and Spencer's faces were filled with shock. She knew taking him would be dangerous, not only because she would want to jump his bones-he looked good in a suit- but because he could also be annoying and a wild card.

The four of them seemed to be desperately waiting on an answer. "So, got anything green?" She asked, half-jokingly so it wouldn't be awkward when he shut her down.

"I don't appreciate you pimping me out, Morgan," Spencer sounded, swinging his chair around to glare at his friend. "However, my time isn't free." His smug smirk shouldn't have been as attractive as she found it.

Y/n wasn't sure whether she had a better alternative. At least he was a doctor, which would earn her points with her mom. "What do you want?" She wondered, eyeing him carefully while she weighed up her options.

Instead of announcing it in front of the team, Spencer got up, cupping a hand around Y/n's ear to whisper to her. When she heard what he said, she was thankful he didn't say it aloud.

"Blow jobs, every day for a month," Spencer whispered, voice husky with his breath tickling her skin. Even just hearing him whisper something like that made a shiver run through her. The blush on her cheeks was enough for the team to realize something R18 was going on.

She tipped her head to the side, asking him if he was actually serious. Pulling him down by the tie, she took her turn to whisper into his ear. "You realize that's prostitution on my part?"

Spencer turned his head, their faces so close she could taste the lingering coffee on his tongue. Once he'd stared into her eyes for far longer than was appropriate for friends, he moved her head to the side. Quickly, his voice was in her ear again. "Is it, though? When you would do it anyway?" He challenged smugly.

God, she hated him for what he could effortlessly make her feel. She turned to Penelope to make sure there really wasn't another option. "Are you sure we don't have a case?"

The blonde shrugged. "Sorry, hon."

Sighing, she turned back to look at the only person in the world that she wanted to slap as well as makeout with. "One week." She offered, loud enough the team could hear it.

Scoffing, Spencer came up with a counteroffer. "Three weeks."

"Two and a half." Y/n proposed, holding out a hand to shake his. Spencer happily accepted it, wearing a shit-eating grin like he'd won the lottery.

The rest of the team shared equally confused looks. "Should I?" Emily asked them, unsure if she wanted to know what the deal was.

JJ shook her head, going back to the file in front of her. "I'd rather not know."

Upholding his end on the deal, Spencer knocked on her apartment door just before 6 that Saturday night. His eyes roamed over her figure for a moment. "Good evening, sweetheart." He greeted her sarcastically, stepping inside without being invited.

The pet name wasn't something she'd heard pass his lips, but it sounded nice. Whoever he eventually ended up with as a partner was lucky.

The suit he was wearing wasn't something she'd seen. A green suit jacket and pants with a white shirt, light brown tie, and matching in color leather loafers. The green of his suit matched the satin of her dress. If neither of them argued, they'd look like a perfect couple.

"Good news, we have a case." He announced.

Instant relief flooded her face, and she victoriously threw her hands up in the air. It wasn't the correct reaction to have to the news of a new case because it meant someone had died. "Yes, yes, yes!" She cheered, already getting out her phone to dial her mom's number.

"There's actually not. I was just joking." Spencer retracted, wearing his proudest, most smug smirk.

Y/n spun back to look at him, her mouth dropping open as she resisted the urge to slap the arrogance off his face. She didn't know what words could adequately summarize how irritating he was. "Did you know I like you less and less every day?"

Spencer's hands were quickly on her waist, pulling her hips to his. "Just had to see your disappointment face." He claimed, moving his right hand so he could brush a strand of hair off her cheek. "You know because I don't get to see it in bed when I'm screwing your brains out. Leaving you shaking and unable to walk." Aside from the smugness, the worst thing about him was his ability to do something sweet while saying something filthy. It was unfair and never failed to turn her on.

"That, right there, was the last sexual comment of the night," Y/n informed him sternly, knowing he loved breaking the rules when it came to her.

His hands raised in defense, eyes still playful. "Until after this thing is over, right?" He asked.

"If you behave, then sure, we can have sex." She granted, her giggling increasing when Spencer looked upward and mouthed 'yes.' So maybe he was cute as well as hot, intelligent, smug, amusing, and annoying.

Turning his wrist around, Spencer looked at the time on his watch before showing it to her. "Time to go?" He asked.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, being in Y/n's apartment for a reason other than having sex. He wasn't sure what to look at or focus on in the entryway.

"Uh, yeah, probably." Y/n agreed, stepping into her heels. Almost tenderly, Spencer held her hand to help her. She grabbed her clutch, activated the security system, and locked the door.

Instead of letting go of her hand, Spencer threaded his fingers through hers while they walked to the elevator. "You look gorgeous." He complimented, realizing he hadn't said it before.

That was also new. Y/n had heard 'hot' when she was naked, or 'beautiful' in a friendly way, but never something so romantic. It was different enough for her to look up at him with a smile, a genuine smile.

"Thank you." She replied as they stepped into the elevator. "You look handsome as well." Without their banter, it was far too intimate. "I really need to fix your tie, though." She added, unlacing their fingers to flip his collar up. His eyes were fixed on what she was doing, making it difficult to concentrate. "You have this habit of not doing your top button up and leaving your tie untightened." She explained while she did the top button, tightening his tie.

Spencer tipped his head back, exposing his throat further. If it wasn't for the stupid dinner, she'd have her lips all over it, threatening to make it up and leave him without makeup tips.

"It's not a habit. It's a style." He claimed, running his hands through his habitually- or deliberately- messy curls. "Ouch." He complained when she tightened the fabric until it was against his skin.

"Don't do that to your hair, either." She warned, moving his hands to comb through his hair and try to fluff it down.

Spencer ducked his head. "Hey! I thought you liked my sex hair."

Grabbing his wrists in one hand, Y/n used the other to rearrange his curls. "I like your sex hair when we've had sex, not when you're about to meet my mom." She corrected him like he didn't already know.

"Can you, like, not hold my hands?" He requested, wriggling them out of her grasp, just to be annoying.

"You can be so childish sometimes." She told him, finally satisfied with how his hair looked when the elevator doors opened.

Spencer grabbed her hand to hold again, whispering in her ear so no one else in the underground parking could hear. "Does that mean I can call you Mommy?" He was like a child acting out, being that it was impossible not to laugh.

"Spencer, zip it." She instructed, trying very hard to be stern.

Mimicking the zipping of a lock, he drew his lips closed, still unable to resist the urge to make jokes. "Yes, Mo-"

Y/n cut him off before he could continue, clamping a hand over his mouth and raising her eyebrows like it was a threat for him to continue. He was smart enough not to.

The swanky, upmarket hotel with valet drivers was absolutely not where Y/n wanted to spend her Saturday evening, even more so when she got the group text that Emily and Morgan were going out.

Y/n held his bicep while they walked inside the hotel's ballroom, close enough she could smell his cologne. Once again, she found herself nervous, and wishing she could turn back out the door.

At her grip tightening, Spencer stopped and turned to face her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/n was quick to ensure him she was okay, not wanting to spill her inner feelings to him.

Spencer looked like he wanted to say something else. Before he could, someone else called her name. A tone that elicited a squeezing of his arms.

Plastering on a fake smile, she turned away from Spencer. "Hi." She said, giving her a quick hug before spinning back and pulling Spencer closer. "Mom, this is Doctor Spencer Reid. Spencer, my mom." She introduced her.

Politely, Spencer shook her hand. "Y/n, what have I told you about introducing me by anything other than my name?" Her mom cautioned.

Spencer had never seen her confidence diminish so quickly in the four years he'd known her. The part of him that was her friend wanted to hug her while she squeaked out an apology. Logically, to Spencer, the person who raised Y/n would be just as amazing as she was and not unimpressed by her own daughter.

Winning points back for Y/n was his biggest goal. "It's really nice to meet you, ma'am."

The smile her mom gave he would have profiled as authentic. "So, you're a doctor?" She asked, curiously and almost impressed.

"I hold PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering," Spencer answered, a charming smile on his cheeks as his hand drifted to Y/n's waist. If he wasn't just doing her a favor, she'd think it was protective.

Her mom carefully eyed her daughter. "And how long have you been dating?" She asked, making the underlying meaning of the question clear to her daughter.

Spencer stroked his thumb over her side, assuring her she could answer however she wanted. "Three months." Internally, she amused herself by replying with the timeline of their friends with benefits relationship. "I wanted to make sure it was serious before I introduced you." She tacked on, smiling up at him to sell the story.

"Well, that's good." Her mom agreed. "You need someone serious at your age." Spencer had to physically stop himself from letting his jaw drop open at the audacity of her comment.

Clearly, this wasn't a new situation to Y/n, who smiled tightly, like her mouth was wired to stay like that. "Yeah, I know, mom." She agreed, pretending it made sense to her and wasn't internalized misogyny.

"Good, now I've got to go and mingle." Her mom said, smiling at the couple before leaving.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Spencer spun her around, tentatively cupping her cheek. "Spence, I'm fine." She assured him, anticipating his question. "Even if I wasn't, this is not the place. I'm just sorry I didn't tell you."

Spencer trusted what she was telling him. Always. "Don't be sorry, baby." When she first heard what he called her in the bedroom, she realized it shouldn't have brought her so much comfort. But then it occurred to her that she was always comfortable around him. "Can I get you a drink?" He offered, purposefully steering the conversation in a different direction.

"If they have alcohol." She happily accepted with a wink.

The night dreadfully wore on, and Y/n spent every second wondering if she could leave. Spencer, more than her, owned the room. She'd seen him shine before, but it was usually talking about serial murder. In there, he was able to seamlessly fit into any conversation. He glided around the room, barely needing her there while he impressed everyone.

Maybe, she'd have to rent him out again. Giving him head was a small price to pay for boosting everyone's opinion of her. Particularly when he threw his head back the way he always did, looking at her through his unfairly long eyelashes. Still, thinking about how pretty her fake boyfriend looked while she was sucking him off wasn't appropriate for a charity gala.

All night, she drank more and more champagne, unsure what she was celebrating but sad about the state of her life.

Purposefully, she avoided her mother for the evening. It became tricky when it was time for dinner, and they had to sit at a table with her.

"Y/n, have you ever thought about leaving DC?" Another unrecognizable friend of her mom's asked as the dinner was finishing.

She shook her head, putting her fork down. "No, I really enjoy my job."

"Yes, but you could be doing something safer." Her mom disputed, her voice quiet enough no one else at the table could hear. Apparently, ridiculing your daughter is an okay thing to do, provided no one else is listening.

Y/n had far too much to drink and wasn't thinking about the consequences of her words. "I know, but I love it, and I've worked hard to get here." She countered, already reaching through her glass of champagne. Subtly, Spencer moved it out of the way before placing his hand on her thigh.

"Did you work hard, though?" Her mom asked rhetorically. "You went into college with big dreams of becoming a lawyer and left with an undergraduate degree to join the FBI after nothing but partying."

Unable to care anymore, Y/n groaned loudly. "Mom, I've gotten a master's degree since then." She reminded her, her temper boiling over. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system or how angry she was, but her cheeks were red hot. Spencer didn't think any of it was fair, and he wasn't one to get mad, but he would have jumped in to defend Y/n. "Seriously, I am so sick of you minimizing the work I do."

Just before her mom could reply, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her head around and immediately smiled. "Barabra, how are you?" She asked, already getting out of her seat to hug her. "Let me get my drink, and we can catch up." Just when Y/n thought she was out of the woods, her mom turned back around to face her. "This conversation is not over." She warned.

Y/n huffed once she left. "It is for tonight." She muttered under her breath. "I'm going to the bathroom." She informed Spencer, who gave her a pitiful look she really didn't want. He let her go, eyes following her with concern before he got caught up in a conversation about the importance of 16th-century artwork on modern street art.

When she hadn't come back in twenty minutes, Spencer excused himself from a conversation about political affiliations, which was uncomfortable enough already.

She was at the hotel bar with a near-empty glass in front of her. He'd been right next to her all night that he didn't have time to admire how beautiful she was from afar.

Making his way over, he slid into the barstool next to her, reaching out for her glass and moving it across the dark wood. The bar wasn't noisy at all, only a few businessmen around drinking with out-of-state colleagues or before their flights out of the city.

"Give it back." Y/n requested, trying to take the glass from him.

Spencer handed it to the bartender. "She doesn't need anymore." He reported, believed based on the fact he looked like her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, crossing her arms over her chest. Her emotions were clouded but bouncing between sad and mad. It was probably for the better because if her head was clear, she'd tell her mom what she really thought.

Gently, he touched her shoulder, drawing her attention away from the uninteresting art and to him. Maybe it was because she was drunk, but she could drown in the deep brown of his eyes.

"I think it's time to go home." Spencer declared, taking her clutch to get the valet ticket. He got out of his seat, handing the bartender a generous tip for looking after his girl and offering her a hand. She needed more than a hand, resting her weight against him while he practically carried her.

The front of the hotel was noisy, with people both leaving and coming back from night activities. It was cold too, and Spencer quickly shrugged off his jacket to wrap around her along with his arm still around her shoulder.

With the dark sky, she couldn't help but let it all out, crying with a hand clamped over her mouth so no one else would be able to tell. "Hey, hey, hey." Spencer cooed, drawing her into his chest so she could cry it out. It was a protective instinct, even if he'd seen the not innocent side of her because that's what he did: protect the people he loved.

Spencer held Y/n there until they brought her car around, opening the door for her before getting in the car himself. She sniffled out a sob while trying to wipe the mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that I'm such a mess." She apologized again, trying to put on a brave face.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here for you." Spencer assured her, reaching out to hold her hand while he drove. Even drunk, the nickname made her heart flip.

She figured being quiet was better than rambling the whole way home. Spencer didn't talk either, unsure of what to say to her to make it better, which he realized was absurd when he knew her so intimately.

The car right seemed to sober her up, enough she could get out by herself. He followed her, reaching out to grab her hand in case she tripped on her heels.

Once she opened the door, she turned back to look at him. "Spence, you really don't have to be here." He smiled before he could help it, and she was more than confused. "What?"

"Sorry, you just never call me Spence." He explained, awkwardly sticking his hands in his pocket.

"Thank you, seriously, for bringing me back." She was moving around her apartment, taking her shoes off, throwing her stuff on the couch and walking to the kitchen. When he followed, she shot him a confused glance. "I know I said we could have sex, but I think this evening was the ultimate mood killer." She guessed why he was still there with a dry laugh.

That broke Spencer's heart. The fact she thought he was only there because he wanted something. Even more, because she felt the need to pad it out with humor. Stunned, he stood there, wondering if he'd really messed her up that bad. "I'm not here to sleep with you," He said.

"Why then? You've only ever been here for that." Her tone wasn't even spiteful, just confused.

He stared at his shoes, figuring out an answer. "I... I don't just think about you like that, Y/n. I'm staying because you're my girl, and I like having sex, but I also respect you, and I think you need someone right now." Spencer blurted out all at once, not taking a breath.

"Your girl?" She caught the middle of his rambling. If he was looking, he would have seen the way the corner of her lips tugged up into a smile.

What he said quickly caught up to him, and he realized the possessiveness of his statement. "Sorry, I, uh, d-didn't mean it like that." He spat out.

Taking a step closer to him, she reached out to touch his arm, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers. Sure, she had been crying, but she was so beautiful, and he couldn't help but admire that for a moment. "I like it."

She was close enough he could have kissed her, and as much as he wanted to, he knew she was too vulnerable. Instead, he opted for hugging her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. Although they'd been just as close naked, everything felt barer. He could feel her tears seeping into his top, but it didn't bother him in the slightest.

When he pulled back, he cupped her cheeks, resting his forehead against hers. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He offered.

"Please." Y/n agreed, smiling a little at him.

They ended up in bed, under the covers, while Spencer held her. "It's not just about tonight, is it?" He sensed.

Y/n scoffed. "God, no. I've heard much worse than that before, believe me." Unfortunately, he did. "I just- she always makes me feel like I'm past my used by date." She explained. "Like I'm meant to get married and have kids just because she did."

"You know that's not true, right?" Spencer asked, making sure she knew. "You don't have to do any of those things, and you're completely enough by yourself."

Softly, she nodded, growing increasingly thankful he was there. Otherwise, she would have cried herself to sleep, getting deeper in her head about the whole situation.

"There's something else, though." Spencer realized, scanning over her face.

"I was in the bar for fifteen minutes, and not one guy offered to buy me a drink or talked to me." She mumbled, feeling like it was a dumb thing to say. "I shouldn't crave male validation, but when I don't get it, I still feel like I'm past my used by date."

All Spencer wanted was to make it better, but he wasn't sure how. It was so deeply ingrained in her that he wasn't sure he could, but he was determined to try. "Y/n." He was staring so intensely into her eyes he couldn't look away if he wanted to. "There's nothing about you that's worn out. You've got to stop thinking like that because you're so worthy. Everyone around you sees that every day."

"You're such an incredible person," Y/n informed him, inching her face closer to him.

"So are you," Spencer replied, determined to make her see it.

She glanced down at his lips for just a second, knowing she was close enough to kiss him. "Can I?" She asked hesitantly.

Spencer didn't verbally reply, closing the gap between their lips in the softest kiss they'd had as he held his palm against her cheek. "Don't feel obligated, but can I take you out on a date?"

"Yes, tomorrow?" She suggested, unable to bite back the grin.

"Of course."

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avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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I may hate the sequels but I must admit even though I hate them I do not want the EU back.

Why? Because the EU is just as much bullshit in it as the sequels do and though it’s nostalgic I would rather take parts from the EU and parts from the sequels and make a good trilogy to replace the sequels instead.

I loved the sequel characters potential.

But that potential was wasted towards the end of the force awakens and completely ruined and tossed out in the 8-9th movies. It went from having characters with interesting backgrounds and amazing potential and turning all these characters into wasted potential by the end of the movie.

Finn: the ex stormtrooper who could’ve been a Jedi or lead a stormtrooper rebellion or both at the same time. But this was tossed out because Disney wants to pander to China.

Poe: a fighter pilot who was rebellious to his own family and an amazing pilot and meaningful to the resistance and could’ve been a great friend to Finn if not a love interest. But again Disney hates gay people, doesn’t like men in authority positions, and hates anyone who isn’t white.

Rey: a no one who proves the force can flow through anyone and who due to never having had the opportunity to have power or authority in her whole life as well as holding long term attachments to her parents who abandoned her could’ve made an amazing story about someone falling to the dark side without having proper training. Disney didn’t want to put a woman in the place of an antagonist or even having flaws after the first half of the force awakens.

Kylo: a misguided grandson to darth Vader who had been influenced by snoke through the force since before his birth and facing the knowledge of his grandfather��s legacy may have been an interesting antagonist with a great possible redemption story. He was turned into a joke and a weakling by the end of the movie who went from being able to stop a blaster bolt midair to not being able to fight two untrained rebels. Kylo could’ve seen Rey’s fall to the dark side and become a grey Jedi.

Hux: a powerful general who grew up indoctrinated into the imperial remnants and raised by his abusive father to become a distrustful and ambitious man. He was turned into a joke and all of his potential wasted first few minutes into episode 8 and any and all potential he could have had to be a major antagonist or a amazing spy and traitor if not a deserter were wasted. He could’ve become the main antagonist, he could’ve be a deserter who left to start a crime ring or his own military force after Rey fell to the dark side, he could’ve become a spy after two crazy dark side users started abusing him. All the potential wasted.

Phasma: a massive waste of potential to the point I have no idea why she was in the movies at all. Very forgettable and probably because Disney didn’t want a woman in the place of an antagonist. Could’ve been more like she was in her book and been amazing but we didn’t get that.

Rose: why was rose made to be a part of a horrible sub plot? Why couldn’t rose have been a great supporter character like Chewie or Luke’s friends in a new hope? Why was she written to be so bad? That was just mean to her actor. That whole horse/gambling planet was a worthless arc that could’ve been Finn, Poe, rose helping leia and the rebels abandon ship and set the ship to jump to hyperspace on its own with autopilot while they evacuated to crait before halfway through the movie and have enough time to contact help and escape. That whole plot could’ve been making the main characters useful instead of sending them off on a mission that did absolutely nothing. Poe could’ve actually looked like he was competent in helping the resistance by suggesting this idea with the help of Poe and rose who would be helping.

Luke: why did they do that to Luke? He’s a fan favorite and if he wasn’t made a joke Disney could’ve made bank off his merchandise alone. I have no idea why they decided to ruin every child or anyones hopes and dreams for the sequels who had known Star Wars for 20 or more years before tlj? Why? It makes no sense..

They could’ve had Mara jade in these movies and other EU characters and a hell of a lot better plot that what happened. Also had they left time open between each film as though years or months had passed between the films 7-8-9 they could’ve potentially made several clone wars type shows and made even more money.

I just think everything after midway through the force awakens was wasted potential. I enjoyed the characters and what could’ve been a great start to an amazing trilogy but it ended up so bad hardly anyone saw solo and my own family outright refuse to see it with me. And I didn’t even watch the final film so I have no idea who’s in it or what it’s about outside the memes. The actors who starred in this movie were done dirty and I could argue they were done as dirty as game of thrones season 8.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Congrats on your milestone!! Love your writing and since you're doing the whole "milestone party" I would like to ask if you could write something about reader and first baby. It could be something like them being very happy in the beginning, anxious by the end of the pregnancy but in the first weeks after the baby is born everything being caotic, the reader is stressed and sometimes they fight for something silly and it could have a happy ending, maybe he preparing a special surprise for her, some smut and they kinda "reconnect"... I don't mind if it gets too big, I would appreciate if you like the idea, It can be sy or walter, their POV, the reader can have a name too if you'd like. Thank you so much and congratulations again 🎉🥳

Here comes the second fic for my milestone celebration 🥳

Dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt 💜 I love it and it made me think of Walter and his bumblebee from my fic Closer immediately. So I hope you don't mind I made this a follow up.

I tried to include all your wishes and I hope you like the struggles, the fluff and the smut.

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Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Summary: Walt and his wife are stressed out and enjoy a little escape. Follow-up to Closer

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Sex (p in v), fingering, dirty talking, kinda light breeding kink, masturbation, mentioning of sex toys and voyeurism, mentioning of problematic birth

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: pics for the header from pinterest.

I don't own Walter Marshall (unfortunately)

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I'm sure it wasn't so stressful with Faye when she was a baby. She was a whirlwind, challenging her mum and me 24/7 as soon as she was able to walk but I'm pretty sure in the first year she was a little angel, not doing much more than sleeping, eating and lulling us into a false sense of security, making us think the peace would last forever.

Maybe it's gonna be the other way round with our little maybug. A chaotic first year and all the peace afterwards.

We've been on an emotional rollercoaster ride for almost two years now. Y/n stopped taking the pill shortly after our engagement and a few months before our wedding. I couldn't wait to get her pregnant, our sex life was great at that time, we did it as often as possible, having the time of our lives, enjoying each other and our deep connection. When my little bumblebee finally surprised me with a positive pregnancy test after 8 months of very intense trying, we were both beyond happy and completely over the moon and besides the usual pregnancy-related worries and difficulties everything went well.

That was until y/n went into labor and suddenly everything turned out to be very different from what we both had wished for. There was no calm atmosphere, no peaceful water birth but a lot of stress and anxiety instead when unexpected complications occured. I wasn't solid as a rock for her, I was a nervous wreck and very disappointed in myself but my wonderful wife was incredibly tough, fighting to be strong for both of us with fierce determination. She was no bumblebee that night, she was a hornet. In the end she had an emergency c-section and our little boy was born after almost 24 hours of labour on a mild Saturday night in May. When we finally held this perfect, beautiful little bundle of life in our arms all pain and fear was forgotten and we cried together for joy and gratefulness.

Now, six months later, we're still very happy, enjoying our family life and our time together. I've stepped back from work a little, doing office work mostly, staying away from the time consuming major cases. It's hard sometimes to be condemned to just watch my colleagues working in the front-line but I know it's worth it. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, the mistakes that ruined my first marriage and jeopardized my relationship with Faye. Besides that y/n needs my support, although she would never admit it. Our little maybug suffers from colic and cries a lot so she's constantly sleep-deprived and on top of that she tortures herself with self-reproach because breastfeeding didn't work and our baby son only gets formula, which -in her eyes- is the reason for his regular pain. She's constantly stressed out, tense and oversensitive and we fight over the most silly things.

When she had a nervous breakdown the other day because she hadn't managed to cook dinner for me after another night without sleep and a whole day of trying to calm down a crying baby in pain, I decided it was enough, that she needed a break, I needed a break and maybe even our little muffin needed a break from his worn out parents. So after y/n had a good cry on my shoulder, listening to my comforting words that made her relax a little, I made her her favorite sandwich, sent her to bed after she'd enjoyed it and took our little boy on a ride. He likes it when we drive around in my truck, the sonorous sound of the engine has a soothing effect on him and eventually he stopped crying and fell asleep, just as exhausted as his mom. I got myself a burger from the drive-through, ate it in the parking lot and I came up with an idea for a little treat for me and my wife.

And now here we are, sitting in the huge tub in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel suite in our hometown, just 20 minutes away from our little boy who's staying with y/n's sister for the weekend. It wasn't easy to convince my wife that he's going to survive one night without us and that we really need some time for us but now, after a romantic candle light dinner and a special treatment afterwards she really seems to enjoy our little escape.

"God, Walt...you were right, I needed this. The food was delicious and your massage worked wonders. Thank you so much, papa bear."

She's sitting in front of me in the steaming hot water that smells like tropical flowers, her body covered with lush foam, her back resting against my chest, her butt between my spread legs, pressing against my cock.

"Well, it wasn't a Tantra massage but I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway." I press a kiss on her hair and hug her from behind. "I enjoyed it too, by the way. My hands all over your wonderful backside, that was very sexy," I whisper in her ear before I start to caress her breasts while kissing her neck. Damn, I love her tits, even more now after the pregnancy. They are so soft, so welcoming and warm, plus they are bigger than before, perfect for burying my face in them or for a filthy boob fuck.

Y/n moans softly under my touch and I go on, determined to make this date night unforgettable. After a while I let one of my hands glide over her belly, that wonderful part of her body that has carried our child and that is so smooth beneath my rough palm. I feel the stretch marks she hates so much but I kinda love them. They're like a map that shows what she's been through and what the female body is capable of. For her it's a flaw, when I look at it I see nothing but strength. With that thought I slip my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, my fingers gliding through her swollen folds, provoking one of these drawn, hoarse moans that always escape her mouth when she likes what I'm doing and that turn me on so much. She cranes her neck to look at me and I bent my head to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, tasting sweet and promising. I moan into her mouth, one hand on her tit, kneading it intensely, giving her erect nipple some extra attention with my thumb, one hand on her pussy. I keep on stroking her clit while we make out and she moves her hips, rolling them slowly against my rock-hard cock.

"You like that, baby?" I want to know, panting into her ear.

"I like it a lot…", y/n sighs, bucking her hips. I know exactly what she wants.

"How about that?" I stretch my arm, shifting my position a little to penetrate her slowly with two fingers, brushing them against her g-spot with light pressure.

"Fuck...Walt…"

Her moans are getting louder with each thrust into her cunt, her hips moving rhythmically. I stimulate her clit with my thumb and I can tell she's close, putty in my hands, a whimpering, panting mess and I love it.

"Mommy's still my little whore, right?" I ask, my voice rough and thick with arousal and desire, my dick throbbing, pressed against her ass. "Look at you, riding my fingers like the good girl you are. I love how that feels…"

I fingerfuck her harder and it doesn't take her long to cum with a loud moan, my name on her lips on top of her orgasm. She rides it out slowly, breathing heavily and I give her some time to recover before I grab her by her waist, lift her up and make her sit down on my cock. I can't wait another second, I need to feel her from the inside, her tight pussy stretching around my thick dick. She sighs when she easily sinks down on it, starting to ride me immediately, eagerly, greedy. She's still hungry, ready for more, giving me a hard time to pull myself together. I'd love to just rail her, to thrust into her cunt mercilessly to reach my own high but what I want even more is to see her come undone again, to make her fall apart on my dick, milking it when she cums again. So I hold her hips in a vice-like grip, pressing her down and she stops moving, waiting for me to take over. I let go of her hips and fuck her slowly, thrusting into her from underneath, caressing her tits, showering her shoulders with sloppy kisses.

She follows the rhythm and the pace I set and we both moan in unison. She reaches between her legs and starts touching herself which turns me on even further. I love watching her when she pleasures herself. She was a little hesitant about in the beginning of our relationship but when I even bought her some toys, she believed me that it was okay to masturbate in my presence, that it drove me absolutely wild to watch her, that I would fuck her like a predator after seeing her cum just by the touch of her own hands, using the toys I had chosen and allowed her to use. Today is no exception. Her soft moans and appreciative sighs are music to my ears and as soon as I fix my eyes on her fingers that circle her clit, while she strokes the shaft of my pounding cock with her other hand, I lose my shit.

I press her against my body and fuck her so hard and fast that the water spills all over the edge of the tub. She comes again shortly after I orgasm with a noise that's half grunt and half growl, arising deep from within my chest. My balls tighten and when I feel my cum shooting through my dick her pussy clenches around me and her body is trembling on top of mine. She cries out loud when I fill her up with my seed and I'm sure she knows that I imagine breeding her, when I keep on thrusting lightly, not pulling out even after we've both come down from our highs and my hard-on softens.

I know we still have to wait a few months till she gets pregnant again because her body needs time to heal but I guess it doesn't hurt to practice as often as we feel like it and to dream of adding another little bug to our family.

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Lost and Found.

Pairing → Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Characters → Ciri, Jaskier, Priscilla, Yennefer (mentioned)

Summary → Geralt left with Yennefer for months.

Word Count → 5k

AFG Square Fill → Geralt @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, heartache, jealousy, swearing, happy ending

Betas → @wonder-cole // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → Well this ended up being a longer story than I expected… I’ve only written for Geralt / The Witcher fandom once before and will have used content from the series, the books and the games as I have watched, read and played everything based on our ashen haired babe

The tavern was full of locals that had escaped from the cold night air. Farmworkers caked in mud with a distinct stench of sweat, merchants drowned their sorrows or celebrated their successes. A shadowy corner for the gamblers prayed for their Gwent decks to fare better than their opponents. There were even some families gathered by the large fire with bowls of broth and torn pieces of bread.

You had taken a seat at an empty table, slightly out of sight from the group you were meant to be with. You weren’t ready to be confronted with that situation until you had at least two tankards worth of ale in your system. In all fairness, you had debated about coming here in the first place, but it was Cirilla’s twenty-first birthday, and you would have felt awful if you hadn’t shown your face, even for the briefest of moments to wish her well.

It had absolutely nothing to do with avoiding a certain witcher, nothing at all.

A few years ago, Ciri marched into a small school on the outskirts of Rochdale, a quaint town in Velen, and stated that she wanted to continue her studies. Even if it was only for a few days a month. When her family visited. The matron was sceptical at first, not knowing who this child was or where she had come from but when Ciri produced a large coin purse, there were no qualms of fitting her into the roster of students.

You took Ciri under your wing the moment she’d stepped into your classroom. Ciri’s love for history and mythology strengthened the bond between you. Many evenings were spent talking about the world and all its wonder. And particularly, the monsters that lurked in the darkness.

In the space of a few weeks, you learnt a lot about Ciri and her adoptive parent. She confided in you about her hardships of trying to find Geralt. He was someone that her grandmother had told her to go to when Cintra fell to the Nilfgaardians. Your heart had clenched at the thought of such a sweet young girl wandering this world alone, with no family and in search of someone that she did not truly know existed.

It was one evening when Ciri unravelled the rope attached to her horse outside the school, waiting for Geralt to arrive, that you first met him. While you loaded the saddlebags with books, the sound of hoofs on the cobblestones caught your attention, and a majestic mare appeared from the side of the stone wall with a man astride her. He silently nodded to Ciri, no further expression or acknowledgement was made.

It looked as if there were no more than fifteen years between Geralt and Ciri, and he was not what you had expected. You had envisioned an older man, a farmer or merchant perhaps, with a family of his own. Not this handsome man, in a black cape, luscious white hair that curled over his shoulders.

He had caught you off guard, enamoured as you watched him dismount the horse. Your bodies almost touched in the tight space between you both. You stared at his chest, the wolf head medallion indicating his occupation. A Witcher. He towered over you; amber eyes glared down as you froze to the spot. Your legs felt like lead as you were held in his gaze. He should have frightened you, a slayer of monsters but, regardless of his stoic appearance, his presence provided a sense of calm.

The first grunt that he expelled went unheard, you snapped out of it when he did it a second time and shifted from his path so he could collect the books from Ciri. You could have sworn that, even though he seemed gruff, a small smirk twitched at your flustered state.

“See you next week Miss,” Ciri called after you as you lifted yourself into the saddle and gave her a small wave.

The awkwardness heated your cheeks and your mind spiralled at the way you’d reacted to Geralt. You had never frozen in front of a parent or guardian before. A cough brought you to your senses and a groan rumbled through you unexpectedly as you turned to him, eyes wide with embarrassment and a wish for the ground to swallow you whole.

You waited for Geralt to say something, but no words followed, and he seemed to be in just a flustered state as yourself, but you tried to shake that thought. There was no way a man like him would ever think of a teacher in any way other than a guardian should.

Ciri popped from around Geralt’s horse, a mischievous look on her face, “He’s trying to ask you if you’d like to join us for dinner or would like company back to your lodgings.”

You smiled to yourself at the fond memory, the sound of music and laughter lifted your spirit in the small tavern. Until you glanced to the side; the seat beside you was empty, and its presence was a reminder of what you had lost.

What had happened between you and Geralt was a friendship that had developed into secret sparks of lust. But your burning flame of love was extinguished the moment you saw him with Yennefer. After two years of tiptoeing around friendship and the late night trysts, you’d lost him to the most beautiful and powerful woman of the continent.

Your heart ached when you caught several glimpses of Geralt throughout the evening; either talking to the innkeeper or with Ciri and Jaskier as they attempted to get him to dance. He hadn’t seen you yet, you were sure of it, and you hadn’t made your presence known to anyone either. As much as you wanted to keep it that way, you would have to see Ciri at some point and that time came sooner than you expected as your eyes met across the tavern and she ran towards you.

In a flash of light, she teleported to your table and wrapped her arms around you. You would never get used to that. You returned the hug, clinging onto her as tightly as you could because it was likely this would be the last time, you would see her.

Nobody knew about your job offer at Oxenfurt Academy, that you were strongly considering the move to Redania, bags packed and ready at the door. It was what you needed, a fresh start. Plus, you knew that the matron was going to start looking at reducing the staff numbers after the drop in births in the town so you might as well get out before you were penniless.

You let Ciri go and caught another arrival to your side; Jaskier. His beaming smile was infectious, and he made you giggle as he dramatically bowed to you. Geralt was behind him, no expression on his face and not that you dared to look at him properly in fear for how much it would hurt you to do so.

Completely unaware of the awkward tension that was filling the space between you and your former secret lover, Jaskier instantly took a seat opposite you and tipped his tankard upside down, “Oh Geralt, it looks like it’s your round!”

Geralt grunted and left the three of you on your own. You relaxed ever so slightly as you watched him walk away and turned your attention to the birthday girl, woman.

“Oh, Y/N, it has been a while, three months at least!” Ciri said as she clasped your hands in hers.

“It has indeed, I heard from many merchants about your birthday celebrations, and I had to make sure at once that I was here to join in!” You beamed at her and shuffled along the wooden bench for her to join, “How long are you staying in town for this time?”

“I’m not sure, it depends on Geralt as always.” Ciri shrugged.

Priscilla, a beautiful blonde bard that caught Jaskier’s attention many moons ago in Novigrad, appeared at this side and pulled him away to perform a duet on the makeshift stage. In her excitement, Ciri jumped out and followed them. Even though they didn’t notice you had stayed behind, you didn’t mind and chuckled at their antics as they coaxed the patrons to gather around.

“Guess this is for you then.” Geralt slid into the seat opposite and gestured to the tankard, the foam spilling over the edge as you took it from him.

You were sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, choosing to give a small smile and a nod as you sipped the ale. The bittersweet melody filled the room, and it took you back to another time. To one where Geralt held you in his arms and filled you with so much hope for a future together.

It was your first visit to the Skellige Isles, and you loved every second that you spent with Crach an Craite and his clan, celebrating his daughter, Cerys, becoming Queen. You had been surprised when Geralt had asked you to accompany him, thinking that he’d ask Yennefer or Ciri to join him, but you didn’t let the moment pass you by; it was the first time you’d been on a ship and travelled the seas, let alone attended a coronation.

The banquet hall was full to the brim of Jarls and their clans from the many islands that formed Skellige. Enormous amounts of food were laid out on the tables and wine was on a never-ending supply. The revelry continued long into the night, you and Geralt clapping and laughing along to the guests dancing the Cèilidh.

You brought the goblet to your lips, now stained red from the wine, and sipped slowly as you felt the alcohol taking effect. Warmth filled your cheeks and you felt like you were floating with Geralt at your side, his arm securely around your waist.

“Drink up, because we are going up there any minute.” Geralt whispered in your ear.

Once more, Geralt had surprised you, thinking he’d never do such a thing and proving you wrong in an instant. Or, just, maybe, you shouldn’t believe everything that Yennefer tells you. He whisked you up into his arms and you skipped into the throng of bouncing and twirling dancers.

After a few stumbles and the odd miss turn, you found the rhythm and began to enjoy yourself. It was like you were in your own little world with Geralt. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might burst from your chest. Together, you rounded the dance floor, twirling between other people and joining them for the group segments of the dance before returning to Geralt to skip through a human archway.

The music hit its end, you and Geralt both collapsing onto a bench, still giggling through the pain of being out of breath. He leant forward, his hand firmly on the nape of your neck, and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back with no inhibitions.

Your fingertips skimmed along your bottom lip, the memory of Geralt’s kiss still lingering there. After all this time, the memory had you brimming with hope and desire, or maybe it was the ale that was clouding your judgement. Without a second thought, you turned towards Geralt to find that he was looking straight at you, and he was too slow to hide his staring. You choked out a laugh as his eyes went wide and his cheeks tinged pink. Never in a million years did you think you’d see the witcher blush.

“I’m sorry but your face.” You giggled into your palm, swaying from side to side and clutching your belly. “So-sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He tried to sound angry, but his smirk betrayed him.

Your fit of laughter tapered off and allowed you to regain your composure. The awkward silence filling the space between you once more as you resigned to not pursuing the conversation. A wave across the room caught your eye, Ciri beckoning you over but as you turned to stand, Geralt placed his hand atop yours on the table.

He hardly touched you, and you were staring at his hand, uncertain as to what he was doing. You lifted your head to find his softened gaze and immediately dropped back into your seat, nodding for him to say whatever it was that was on his mind.

“What were you thinking?” He whispered.

“When?” Your brow furrowed, the weight of Geralt’s hand growing as he relaxed.

“Just now. It looked like you were daydreaming.” He asked.

Your heart raced; you were silly to think he wouldn’t notice. He notices everything, and you couldn’t lie to him, he would catch you out, even if you were good at it. Stalling for time, you picked up your empty tankard and tried to catch the remaining droplets for some courage.

“If you really must know,” You paused, waiting for him to shut the conversation down but he didn’t and you felt the heat rising up your neck, “Erm, well, I was thinking about when we danced at Cerys’ ascension.”

Geralt smiled, a full beaming one, one that was like the moment he pulled away from your kiss all those years ago. It hit you with a force, and you couldn’t hold back all the feelings that you had packed away when he left with Yennefer not even a few months ago.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled and then sipped his ale. You weren’t sure what was happening and why he was looking at you like that. As if he was happy that you still thought of him fondly. Before you could question him, Ciri was at your side and tugging at your arm to join her, exclaiming that there would be dancing. You unfurled her hand from its grip and shook your head.

“I’m sorry Ciri, but I have to go now.” You gave her a sad smile as you stepped out from the table and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your celebrations little sparrow.”

Ciri’s face softened at the old nickname, “Thank you, do you need someone to walk you home.”

You chose to ignore the glare that Ciri was giving Geralt as you pulled the cloak around your shoulders. Geralt wouldn’t fall for her tricks but she was stubborn and from the huff and scrape of the chair, you knew she had gotten her way.

“Ready?” Geralt asked and you nodded, following him through the door into the night.

It was freezing, the air bit into the exposed skin of your cheeks and neck. Suddenly Geralt was in front of you, pulling the hood over your head and bringing it tighter around you.

“There’s a storm coming, you don’t want to catch a cold.” He explained.

You were dumbfounded at his care and the way he weaved an arm across your shoulders, guiding you back to your cottage. Unable to do or say anything more than put one foot in front of the other, or thereabouts, in your slightly merry state.

Geralt was warm, and smelt of ale, sandalwood, and leather. You were unable to stop yourself from sinking further into his hold, relishing the moment. Even if it meant that your heart would shatter once you reached your home, and the loss of his warmth would bring tears.

Silence remained between you, yet this time it was comfortable. It was as if this is where you were meant to be; walking side by side in a small town, surrounded by the multitude of stars and nothing but the beating of your hearts.

The cobbled path wound around various shops and cottages, culminating in the town square. It was empty, a distinct comparison to when you visited earlier in the morning to see if the visiting merchants had anything new or different to sell.

“Would you have liked to dance?” Geralt whispered, if the square was alive with the traders and merchants, you wouldn’t have heard him, but it was clear in the open air.

“I’m sorry?” You uncurled from his hold and stood in front of him, looking up at his glowing eyes.

“Back there, did I stop you?” He asked with a neutral expression that you had long ago realised was a mask to hide his true feelings.

“No,” you shook your head and wrapped your arms around yourself, “I did think it was time to leave though.”

“Because you were daydreaming about me?” Geralt asked, a lopsided smile on his lips as you continued down the path.

“Yes, because I was getting caught up in our past.” You ducked away from his sight, “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“I was thinking about the same thing, well more specifically what happened afterwards.” Geralt stopped at the gate to your cottage, “And I think you were too.”

You looked up at him, knowing you couldn’t lie, with a sad smile “You know I was Geralt. Don’t play games with your thinking. Thank you for walking me home.”

Geralt’s words rushed out, “Can I come in?”

Once again, Geralt was full of surprises, he’d never invited himself round and usually, he would just enter without question. Then you thought of how different things were now that you had gone your separate ways. When he chose to be with her.

“What would Yennefer think?” You asked, the jealousy not missing from your tone no matter how hard you tried to be nonchalant.

“Yennefer is not my master.” He grunted, “Why are we even talking about her?”

“Because you left with her. That day.” You bit down on your lip in a hope of tears not making an appearance. “I didn’t realise you had feelings for her until Jaskier mentioned the djinn and the wish you granted.”

“That fuckin’ bard.” He growled, “I do not have feelings for Yennefer, my wish was about you, but it didn’t work. You didn’t want me near you.”

You recoiled at his tone, “excuse me? You’re the one that left in a carriage to god knows where for months without a single word.”

“I left a letter.” Geralt pushed through the cottage door and gestured his hands towards the candles dotted around the cottage, causing a flame to ignite at their wicks.

You followed him into your bedroom and watched as he pulled at the drawer that you’d put aside for him many moons ago, and atop his tunics was a piece of folded paper. You stared at the letter, now in Geralt’s hand.

It had been too painful to open the drawer, you hadn’t been in it since he left. It had taunted you enough just by being there, a reminder of you welcoming him into your home. Let alone being able to feel the fabric or take in his scent, it would have filled your heart with more pain.

“As it’s still in the drawer, I’m guessing you didn’t find it.” Geralt sighed, placing it down on the furniture and leaning back against, folding his arms. “And that explains why you didn’t turn up the other night.”

“I didn’t, why would I have gone in there?” You whispered as you began preparing the fireplace, anything to keep you busy.

He mumbled, “Because you sleep in my tunics when I’m away.”

“Okay, and what about the other night?” You questioned as the flames caught on the logs, “Where was I supposed to meet you?

At the lack of response, you turned to look at Geralt and he was scowling at something behind you, the trunk at the door and a collection of bags. You watched him taking in the rest of your home. There were no ornaments or trinkets on the walls, no books on the shelves or stacks of parchment dotted around. It was all packed away, ready for you to leave.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked, the neutral appearance back on his features.

“Yes.” you nodded.

“For how long?” His arms dropped from their hold on his chest.

“For as long as I have a job.” You stated.

“Where?” Geralt was quiet and looking down at the floor.

“Oxenfurt Academy.”

His head snapped up, amber eyes glinting in the dim light of your cottage, “Why are you going to Redania?”

“Because I have nothing else here.” You shrugged as a tear fell from your cheek, you knew that not saying goodbye was hard, but this seemed a lot harder.

“What about Ciri? Or Jaskier? Priscilla?” Geralt asked, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he waited for your answer.

“I’m sure I’ll see them again. Ciri and I will likely cross paths if she pursues her education, and I’m sure she’d track me down the second she finds out about me leaving. I already made a promise to Jaskier that I’d see Priscilla’s shows wherever I am.” Before Geralt interrupted, you sat on the edge of your bed and continued, “He doesn’t know, it was an old promise, and you know what I’m like when it comes to those.”

Geralt silently moved across the room and sat beside you, taking your hand in his, “What about me?”

You shook your head, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Geralt looked at you, a softness in his eyes, “So, Oxenfurt Academy?”

You were unable to look at him, ashamed of deciding to leave in haste and without talking to him about it at least once, “Yes, I leave in a couple of weeks.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He promised and before you could counter him, he continued, “I asked you to meet me at the docks because I wanted to give you this.”

Geralt opened a pouch attached to his hip and pulled out a delicate silver chain. He held it out so you could see the side profile of a wolf’s head with an amber gem for the eye. You weren’t sure what to say as you marvelled at the beautiful gift, lifting your hair away from your neck for Geralt to clip it in place.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You whispered.

Your fingers glided along the chain and you held the wolf away from your chest, twisting it in the glow of the candles. A stray tear fell down your cheek but Geralt caught it with the pad of his thumb. You leant into his warm touch, his calloused palm a welcome feeling that you had long missed. Geralt lifted your face and pressed his forehead to yours before he softly kissed you.

The kiss was tentative at first, light pecks making way for harder pushes and pulls, swipes of tongue until your arms were wrapped around Geralt’s neck. You adjusted until you were straddling his lap. Geralt pulled at the lacing of your tunic until it loosened around your shoulders and exposed more of your chest.

He brought his lips to yours again, the kiss was more heated than before. Tongues swiped and teeth nibbled along each other’s lips with him pulling your body into a tight hold, his erection hardening and pushing against your core.

At the spark of pleasure, you pulled away in shock and lifted your body from him. You held the tunic in place and backed away, sitting further down the bed from him, his head hanging down as you tried to make sense of why you pulled away and were still protecting yourself when it was clear that he wanted you.

“I’m sorry Geralt, I- for the longest time, I thought you were with Yennefer, I-” You sobbed, hand cupping your mouth as you let the emotions flow freely.

You felt the bed dip and you turned to find Geralt laying back against the pillows, an arm open in waiting. You scooted up the bed and curled into his side, sinking into his warmth, and being soothed by the fingertips that swirled up and down your arm in nonsensical patterns.

“As I said before, I will follow you anywhere that you go.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

With the tears no longer falling, you tipped your head up to look at Geralt to find his eyes closed. You rested your head onto his shoulder and began to trace the shape of the medallion on his chest, sleep finally taking you to the world of dreams as raindrops began to patter on the roof.

A new home: it was on a quiet street quite close to Oxenfurt academy, only a twenty-minute stroll until you were in the hustle and bustle of the city. It was a lot busier than you had prepared for, especially compared to your small town of Rochdale.

Your colleagues had told you that you’d been lucky to find the lodgings in the area and for such a good rental rate too. The ground floor consisted of a kitchen and seating area and the upstairs hosted two bedrooms. It was just the right size for you, but you hadn’t fully unpacked yet. Satchels half-emptied and trunks open but still full to the brim with trinkets and books.

You were settled in the chair by the fireplace, the warm embers glowing as you read the book in your lap. It wasn’t late but your eyes were feeling heavy after the most hectic month of moving to the city and settling into your new role at the academy.

A knock at the door made you jump; the book fell to the floor with a thud. Tentatively, you approached the entrance to your home and glanced through the frosted pane in the wooden door but could only make out two figures. Ciri and Geralt stood before you, your mouth dropped agape as their arrival was unexpected and you weren’t sure what to say.

“Surprise! I’ve enrolled at Oxenfurt Academy.” Ciri laughed and wrapped her arms around you.

You held her close and rested your chin on her shoulder, looking over at Geralt, shock and happiness coursing through you. In the dim light of the torches that lined the street, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t wait to have his arms wrapped around you once more.

“I cannot believe it; I wish you’d let me know beforehand so I could have prepared for your visit.” You beckoned them into the warmth of your new lodgings, picked up the fallen book and attempted to tidy away the pots and pans on the table.

“Oh, come on Y/N, it’s only us, I’ll start making a pot of tea.” Ciri headed over to the stove and filled the kettle.

Geralt entered your home, he filled the space with his height and broad shoulders, the atmosphere was tense, and you weren’t sure what to do. It had been a while since you last spoke to him; the morning after he returned and discovered you were moving away.

“Hello,” you squeaked, unable to keep the excitement from your tone, “erm- how long are you staying? Where are you staying?”

“Ciri mentioned you had spare beds.” Geralt murmured. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, of course, right this way.” The steps creaked underfoot as you both ascended the staircase, and your nerves began to bubble as you felt his eyes on your back. You opened the first door to the spare room with two single frames and a small chest of drawers, “sorry it’s not much. My bedroom is just down the hall and there is a bath in there.”

Geralt placed a couple of satchels on the bed and removed his armoured plate. You couldn’t help the way you stared at him in the tunic and the dark hair across the exposed part of his chest. He pulled out a small bag from a satchel pocket and turned back to you with a small smile.

“I-We brought your favourite biscuits from Rochdale.”

The stutter did not go unnoticed, but you did not react to it, instead offered a smile and a whispered thank you as Geralt placed the bag into your outstretched hand. Instantly, you opened it and raised it to your face to inhale the sweet scent of the treat.

“This will go lovely with the tea, we should-.” You gestured back to the stairs and spun on your heel.

“Wait,” Geralt huffed and caught the crook of your arm to turn you to face him, “I should have done something else when you answered the door.”

A frown etched on your features until his hand cupped your cheek and you caught the way his amber eyes glowed as they flicked down to your lips. Your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered closed as you slowly edged towards one another, meeting in the middle in a soft kiss.

Your body tingled in Geralt’s hold, as your lips melted into his chapped ones. Knees grew weak as he invaded all your senses. It was as if he knew and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you flush to his hard chest.

Both of you pulled away for air, his fiery gaze drank you in and sent a wave of pleasure through your body. He claimed your mouth once more with hunger, your hands carded through his ashen locks, and you tugged him closer still. Geralt lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom.

Too consumed in your reunion and that Geralt had kept his promise to follow you anywhere, neither of you heard the door close behind Ciri’s hasty exit.

The tea and biscuits were long forgotten.

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