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Waterloo - oneshot.

Summary: Speculation abounds about his wife's pregnancy and Henry finally has enough…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, angst, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2034

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Waterloo - oneshot.

Henry couldn't help but smile when he reentered the living room and saw her lying there. They'd walked the dogs only twenty minutes before and she was so exhausted she'd collapsed on the sofa the moment they got home. He watched as her chest rose steadily with every breath, with her legs tucked up and a hand cupping the base of her stomach. Luckily her morning sickness had lessened and the worst symptom her pregnancy was causing at that moment was bouts of extreme tiredness. He was loathe to wake her, especially as he had difficult news to share. Seeing her so soundly asleep reminded him of how vulnerable she was and his chest stirred with a mixture of anger and worst of all - guilt. "Ollie, it's dinnertime, can you wake up for me?" He rubbed her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her slowly. But her eyes burst open and she bolted upright.

"M-mmm what time is it?"

"Six o'clock darling, you fell asleep after our walk. I thought you'd like some dinner, you can join me in the kitchen if you're up to it?" She blinked at Henry several times, still trying to get her bearings.

"Yeah, okay, just help me up…" He smiled lovingly and took her by the hands. "What are we having? If you want I can drive to the deli and pick us up a couple of subs?" Henry vigorously shook his head.

"No, it's fine darling, I'm going to make something. Besides, you need to rest. There's… also something we need to discuss." As if on queue, his phone pinged for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. Henry tried to ignore it and offered her a reassuring smile. But her mouth set into a frown.

"What is it? Are your Mum and Dad okay?!"

"Yes sweetheart, it's nothing like that. Come on, let's have something to eat first." He attempted to lead her into the kitchen but she held fast.

"Henry, you're worrying me. What is it?" He gazed into her eyes for a few seconds and sighed.

"Look, I really didn't want to bring this up—"

"Bring up what?! Just tell me!"

"Okay, okay… you know we went shopping yesterday and you thought someone took a picture of us?" She nodded slowly. "Well, it turns out a picture was taken. And then posted on Twitter." She blinked at Henry several times.

"So? Sometimes people catch us and take photos…"

"Darling, I… things are different now." He reached for her stomach.

"Oh…"

"Look, my publicist's already called me. The picture's everywhere and she wants to know how we'd like to proceed—"

"What? Why?"

"Well, maybe if we're more upfront the speculation will die down and there'll be less interest…" Henry trailed off, unable to read the look on her face. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

"Henry, it really doesn't matter what we confirm and/or how. People are still going to take our pictures and gossip. It's why I didn't want to do anything in the first place - it's not going to make any difference." His head dropped to his chest.

"… I'm so sorry, darling." She cradled Henry's face and gave him a quizzical look.

"What for?"

"For all of it. I wanted to do my best to protect you and I've failed."

"Failed? It's not your fault someone saw us—"

"Yes, but if you were with someone else, you'd have none of this. You could just live your life without being talked about the whole world over." She chuckled.

"Aren't you exaggerating slightly? It's only a small group of people who really cares about this. Besides, we've been together nearly a decade—"

"I know, but that's not how they see it. I'm just scared that this will all escalate now that that picture's out there—"

"But darling that's beyond our control. Besides, it's not like anyone's made any threats… is it?"

"No, but what if they do? I mean I would never want to scare you but you know how unhinged people can be. If anything happens to you I'll never forgive myself." She couldn't help but laugh again.

"Well, for starters we're holed up here most of the time and security aside, we also have two Akita's who aren't exactly fond of strangers. I'm sure we'll be fine…" But he was in no mood for her teasing.

"Darling this isn't funny, I feel beyond awful. You should never have had these sorts of worries, pregnant or not."

"Don't be daft. I wouldn't trade our life for anything. Okay, so it can be a nuisance at times, but what others think isn't important. We have to live our lives, Henry. We were going to be spotted at some point. It's probably better people know now rather than when we're randomly seen pushing a pram."

"I know, I know. But I still feel helpless. It makes me fear for when the baby's actually here. How are they going to cope with being in the public eye? How the hell am I going to keep them safe as well?"

"Well, they won't even be able to find their feet for the first four months—" Henry's face hardened.

"Ollie, this isn't a bloody joke. Once our kid is out there, there's only so much we can do—"

"But that would be the case whether they were the child of someone famous or not. If there's one thing this pregnancy's taught me so far, it's that we can't have total control. Okay, so one day they'll have to learn why people want to meet their dad and take pictures of him, but that's not a bridge we'll have to cross for some time." He was silent for several moments. "Darling, talk to me…"

"It's nothing, it's just… none of it's worth it. Especially now."

"What are you saying?"

"I saying, I'm ready to—"

"Stop right there—"

"No, Ollie. I won't. Sooner or later it'll become the biggest stressor for us as a family. If the two of you aren't being photographed in the street, there'll be times when you're by yourselves - just the thought of what could happen makes me sick to my stomach."

"Darling, we were out in public and you're a public figure. Okay, so it's unfortunate. But it's not like they got a picture of them—"

"And what about when they do? As you said, we can't fully protect them—"

"Well, for starters, the law's on our side. But other than that you're going to have to learn to let this go. What will be, will be." Henry nearly blew his top.

"How can you be so bloody calm about this?! I'm scared that the more pregnant you look, the more invasive people will become. I don't even want people coming up to you, let alone anything else—"

"I've handled that okay in the past haven't I?" He smiled sadly and held her tight.

"Of course you have, and I'm not saying you're some delicate flower but this isn't just about us anymore. I want to do my best for you and the baby and it scares me how terrible people can be."

"Why? Just what exactly are they saying?" Henry didn't know how to respond. She sighed. "Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault."

"Of course it is! And what can I do about any of it? Nothing unless I give it up—"

"Don't be ridiculous, even that wouldn't be enough. Once you're famous, you're famous. We just have to rise above it."

"But I want to respond, let people know they can keep their disgusting opinions to themselves—"

"And has that ever worked in the past? Look, we really will be alright. You have nothing to apologise for or feel guilty about. We have a wonderful life, Henry. We have so many amazing adventures together and we're about to embark on our biggest one yet…" She rubbed his chest but his head hung low.

"I still want you both to have as little stress as possible."

"What will make me less stressed is you promising not to get any more upset by this, okay?” She bit her lip. “And if it makes any difference, I already knew about the picture." Henry’s eyes darted upwards.

"What?!"

"My sister messaged me when she saw it doing the rounds on Instagram. She's blocked the people trying to get more information." His nostrils flared.

"See?! They've already started harassing our family! We've got to nip this in the bud now—"

"Darling, we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. Luckily we have good people around us and they've promised to say nothing—"

"That's not what worries me. Why didn't you say anything?"

"… Because I knew you were already feeling bad and I didn't want to make it worse." Henry's heart ached.

"Oh, darling. You know you can always tell me anything. Just promise me you won't go reading comments—"

"I won't. But… can you be honest about something?"

"Of course."

"… Do I look big?"

"What? Why would you even think that?!"

"Are you sure?"

"Darling, that's the reason they're in a tizzy, they can't tell if you're pregnant or not—"

"Well… soon they'll know for sure."

"Oh Ollie, please promise me you're not worried about that of all things? All this pregnancy has done is make you even more beautiful—" she scoffed.

"Henry, look… we can work out our plans as a family when we need to. But you love what you do, it's who you are and what you've worked so hard for—"

"No, it's not. Finding you made me realise it never has been. Making you my wife, starting a family… that's who I am. What I've always wanted. I'd do anything now, just so long as you and our kid are always near me." She felt a lump in her throat. "Don't you get it ya numpty? I've never seen your eyes look so soft and warm. It's not about me missing out - I love doing nothing with you Ollie." She swallowed back her tears.

"Well, let's just wait until they're here, okay? Then we can go from there. But I promise you, I'm not worried about that picture, and neither should you be." His head sunk again.

"… They had no right to even take it." She then shot him a mischievous look.

"Well, was it at least enough to distract from the size of my arse?" Henry softened and quickly turned her around.

"Hang on, lemme take a look—" she spun back and thumped him on the arm.

"Don't you start now, mister - I only have so much bloody patience!" Henry's eyes quickly lost their playful spark. "Well, if things get that bad… you could always do a naked calendar. That'd give them something else to talk about—"

"A naked calendar?! You do realise I'm far too hung to appear in-frame?" She clucked her tongue.

"Oh please, the photographer would need more Vaseline for the lens than what's currently in production…" His eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"What are you trying to say?! You're no bloody prize either!" She thwacked Henry on the arm.

"At least they wouldn't be swapping out the lens every thirty seconds—" He gasped.

"Well, I'm surprised that person's phone didn't explode when they took that picture!" Her mouth fell open.

"Oh yeah?! Cos I'm shocked anyone even bothers to take their camera out to snap you—" Henry couldn't stand it any longer and pulled her in for a kiss.

"… Then let me take my shirt off and we'll see just how well I photograph—"

"No fucking thank you! I don't want to be put off that dinner you said you were going to make. In fact, you can now take me out for it—"

"Will a drive-thru be alright?"

"No, it bloody well won't you little bollocks! You know, just for that, you can take me to the new Italian on Harpin Lane—"

"But they won't even do spaghetti there!"

"Tough shit. You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth—"

"Well, from now on I definitely won't be!"

"Good! More breadsticks for me!"

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Wanderer - His Mission

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Wanderer was like a dog protecting his owner. Sitting high up in that tree, eavesdropping on your conversation with the students from the Sumeru Akademiya. He was almost like a hawk, about to pounce on his prey at any given moment.

That was the mission he offered to do. When Nahida mentioned that you're being hunted by someone anonymous, Wanderer immediately offered to watch over you. He also wanted to see you more, which, of course, he didn't admit to Nahida.

Wanderer groaned. He had the urge to talk to you. At the same time, he was somewhat uneasy about it. After all, if he was going to hit up a conversation with you, it would mean he's letting his guard down.

The students waved goodbye as they walked off, leaving you alone and vulnerable. Anything could happen and Wanderer was ready for the worst.

That was, until you looked at him, “Don't think I didn't notice you, silly.” You chuckled. Wanderer smirked, “At least you're aware.” You raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Wanderer flew down to your level and extended his arm to you, “C'mon, grab my hand. I'm taking you to dinner.” You were getting suspicious but it's not like you couldn't say no to food. Besides, Wanderer knows the best places to grab a bite.

Wanderer grinned, “We're here.” He announced. It was a place you didn't recognize. Though, judging by the clothes of the guests, it must've been a place for the more wealthy part of Sumeru. You backed away, “...Wanderer? I think this place is a little above me.” You fretted. You weren't really used to being in high end places.

Wanderer gave you a soft smile, something that was rare for him to do, “Don't be like this. If I were you, I'd take this opportunity.” He encouraged you. With those words, you went to the table you've been assigned to and grabbed the menu.

Meanwhile, Wanderer was looking everywhere. He knew this anonymous person would be here. He stopped his head when he saw someone staring at you.

Wanderer slowly got up and snuck behind them. Shocked, he saw this person using his Kamera to take photos of you?! Wanderer hissed, “I've found you.” He confronted. The man quickly jumped, too nervous to say anything.

Wanderer gives him his famous death state, “Why are you taking photos of them?” He snarled. The man backed away, “I-I love them!” He admitted. Wanderer was disgusted, for sure, “So you take photos of them?!” He snapped. The man nodded his head.

Meanwhile, on your side, you were looking at the menu. You bit your nail, trying to decide what was the cheapest option. You didn't want Wanderer to spend too much mora on you.

You looked around, hoping for Wanderer to show himself. He said he “had to do something” and that he needed “a few minutes”.

You heard a smug voice, “I'm back.” You let out a sigh of relief, it was Wanderer, “You’re here. I thought you ditched me.” Wanderer only gave you a chill look, “Me? Never. Now, let's get out food. You must be pretty hungry.”

Wanderer looked proud, “Nahida. I finished the task.” Nahida clapped her hands, “Thank you. I'm glad they're safe now.” Wanderer agreed, “Yeah. Me too.” Nahida gave him a little smirk, “So~ How did your date go?” Wanderer's calm demeanor went to a little shock, “Tch..It wasn't a date.” He assured Nahida. She didn't say anything. After all, she wanted Wanderer to take his time to realize when it's time to confess to you.

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.a court of ash and smoke | seventeen.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: ptsd

chapter word count: 3413

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Day Court

An hour or so passed by, and the pain subsided, leaving you with no more than a dull-ache in your chest, and two shaken, terrified hands. The redness in your eyes, much to your gratitude, also faded, leaving you with your own eyes once more. Feyre had pulled you toward the fire and hand draped a blanket over your shoulders. Carla had all-but run from the manor at the sight of you that morning - not that you blamed her - but Alis had appeared moments later with a cup of molten chocolate for you.

“Drink this,” she had said as she rubbed a calming hand on your shoulder. “I want to see all of it gone, ok? You’ll feel better afterward.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that you doubted you would ever feel better again.

Lucien got to work quickly, gathering the sentinels that he knew could winnow, which were only few in number, and preparing them for the journey to the Day Court. Tamlin made no move to object that Lucien went along, no now, when he had seen the power that still lurked under your skin. You were certain that had he not feared for Feyre’s safety should she leave the manor, he likely would have taken your himself.

“You know I can’t winnow her all the way there, right?” Lucien’s voice came in a muted tone from the doorway. You didn’t have to turn to know that he and Tamlin were watching you with nothing more than concern, or perhaps a little fear. “We’ll have to spend the night somewhere.”

“No,” Tamlin murmured. “You must take her straight there. I don’t care how much it drains you, I don’t care if it kills you. Get her to the Dawn Court immediately. No stops, no breaks.”

You shuddered at the thought. Lucien didn’t say another word, but asked Alis to get you dressed and ready to go, despite your still shaking form. Alis obliged and as the men left the room, she and Feyre hauled you to wobbling feet and pulled your nightgown from your body, slipping instead an old blue tunic with gold linings, and a pair of riding pants onto you. Alis braided your hair as you drank the remainder of your molten chocolate, and after you let the two of them lead you downstairs to where Lucien and Tamlin were waiting with three sentinels at their heels, Silas among them.

As you reached the bottom step, Lucien held a hand to you, and took you from Alis and Feyre’s grip. You were feeling better now - your hands had stopped shaking so much, muting to a slight tremor, and the pain in your chest was almost completely gone. But you felt so weak, with so little energy, and the shock remained, the fear, and so you didn’t argue when Lucien took you into his arms, wrapping one of your own arms around his shoulders and his other slipping around your waist, despite the glare and growl that his close proximity earned from Tamlin.

“Are you ready?” Lucien asked as he walked you toward the sentinels. You could do nothing but nod, and with one final glance at Tamlin and Feyre, you were falling through the air, a crisp wind whipping around your hair. Lucien’s grip on you held tight, until eventually you stepped forward onto solid ground once more. Only this time, you were no longer in the Spring Court. The place that you found yourselves in was bright and airy, just like the Spring Court, only it seemed more ethereal. There seemed to be light coming from everywhere, with large open gaps in the wall opposed to windows and balconies at every turn.

“Welcome to the Day Court,” Lucien whispered, but you could hear the strain in his voice, could hear the slight grunt that he made. You glanced around behind you; the sentinels were gone. “They likely stopped for a break, they’ll be here soon. It’s a long way to winnow.”

You opened your mouth to say that he had managed it, which made you question exactly how powerful Lucien was, when a voice called from somewhere behind you, and Lucien slumped against the wall, leaning over on his knees, taking deep exhausted breaths. “Lord Lucien, we weren’t expecting to see you so soon,” the voice said. It belonged to a dark-skinned man who approached us slowly, with long dark locks that he had braided around his head, and gleaming amber eyes.

Lord Lucien. You had never heard him referred to as Lord before. Perhaps that was his real title as the seventh son of the Autumn Court. It made your stomach swirl nonetheless.

“I’m afraid we need to see Lord Helion as soon as possible, Clyro,” Lucien explained, motioning to you. He was still panting, and you could see the exhaustion on his face; you were sure your own form was close to similar. The amber-eyed man - Clyro - followed his gesture and looked you up and down, a slight flash of recognition and perhaps remembrance falling over his features.

“Of course,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “This way, please follow me.”

Lucien’s arm was wrapped around yours in a moment, but whether it was to keep you steady or keep his own legs from buckling with exhaustion you weren’t sure. You followed Clyro out of the room that you had arrived in, which appeared more as a foyer now that you saw the remainder of the house. Up a winding staircase with even more of those wide, gaping windows that looked out on amber fields of grains and crystal water so blue that you didn’t think you had ever even seen the colour so bright before, until you hit a hallway at the top, and followed it along the final door. Clyro paused, and Lucien seemed to know that meant to wait, as the dark-haired High Fae slipped inside.

Lucien slumped again against the wall by the door. “Are you ok?” You asked. You weren’t feeling so great yourself, but Lucien looked far worse.

“I’ll be ok,” he huffed. “I just used a lot of magic. I’ll be alright in a minute.”

You raised an eyebrow sceptically, but then you heard Clyro’s voice from inside the room. “Lord Lucien and Lady Y/N to see you, High Lord,” you heard him say. You winced at the title he had given you.

A moment of silence, and then a low, smooth voice said, “Show them in.”

Lord Helion’s study was nothing like Tamlin’s. Where Tamlin’s study was lined with books and dark-wood tables, with only two large windows on one side that looked out onto the garden, Helion’s study was open and wide, home to plush couches and fluffed cushions. And there, lounging in one of them, a book in his hand, sat Helion, High Lord of the Day Court. He too had dark skin and dark hair, and those same amber-gold eyes that shone in the sunlight seeping through into the room. He glanced up from his book, letting a small smile play across his lips as you entered the room.

“I hadn’t expected you for another few days,” Helion said, closing his book and placing it on the table in front of him, his arm stretching out across the back of the couch. “Or was it so urgent that you had to winnow directly into your home without so much as knocking on the door first?”

You winced slightly. Helion looked familiar, and you assumed that he had been Under the Mountain; perhaps he had even seen the monster you had become that day. He motioned to the couch opposite, and Lucien all-but fell into the seat. You followed close behind. “There was no time to delay,” Lucien explained slowly, motioning to you. “There was an…episode.”

Helion’s eyebrow shot up in surprise as he stood and slowly sauntered toward you, looking you up and down. “What kind of episode?”

You glanced at Lucien, who only gave you an encouraging nod of his head, his red curls falling around his face, shimmering in the daylight. You swallowed fiercely, and allowed your eyes to meet the High Lord’s. “It was a pain through your entire chest, a burning and aching type of pain that wouldn’t go away,” you explained carefully. Helion nodded slowly, and flicked his wrist as if to tell you to go on. “I’ve never felt pain like it, right here, by my heart, as if something was clawing to get to it, ripping through the skin and muscle and bone just to reach my heart.” You placed a hand over your chest, rubbing slightly as the memory of the pain returned. “And then, my eyes turned red, ust like they did that day.”

Helion’s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened and bit the inside of his cheek. “Interesting,” he said, turning away from you. “It sounds as though what you have is dark magic running through your veins,” he explained, without looking back at us. Lucien tensed - that was exactly what you had feared, and likely what he had feared too. “Have you ever used magic before that day?”

“No, sir,” you replied quietly. He scoffed, looking back over his shoulder.

“You don’t need to call me ‘sir’,” he chuckled. “Helion will do fine.”

You winced, and opened your mouth to apologise, but Lucien got there first. “Do you think there is anything you can do?” He asked, face grim and firm as he awaited his answer.

“I’ve encountered something like this only once before,” he explained, flopping himself back onto his couch. He certainly wasn’t the High Lord that you had been expecting, so far from the proper way that Tamlina acted. “A maiden from the Summer Court who encountered a terrible power in the fields whilst out riding one day. She too suffered from terrible pains in her chest. Nostrus had her brought to me - apparently he was quite fond of the girl.”

“What happened to her?” It was an almost whisper. You didn’t know, or care, who Nostrus might be, only that there was a way to break free of whatever was hiding within you; dark magic.

“She died.”

Your knees shook, and you felt dizzy, falling back into the couch before Lucien even managed to reach for your arm. “S-So there is really nothing to be done?”

“Now Y/N, High Queen Killer, is that what you said?” Helion asked with a raised eyebrow. The sunlight glinted off the spiked golden crown that sat on top of his black hair, making your head ache. “She only died because she refused to accept or embrace her new powers, and that dark magic therefore destroyed her from the inside-out, and used her body as a vessel to find a new host.”

“I don’t understand,” Lucien said slowly, glancing between Helion and you and back again.

“I think your power is different, less of a virus searching for hosts,” Helion continued. “But I believe if I am right, then the only way to help you would be the same. For you to embrace your powers, otherwise you may end up just as dead as the Queen she killed.”

Lucien tutted his tongue, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Do you know how to do that?”

“Me? Oh no, I wouldn’t even know where to begin,’ Helion shrugged. “It’s something that is different with every person. The only one who would know would be the one wielding the power.” His eyes fell to you, and your heart began pounding in your chest.

“So, I have to…live with this power inside me?” You asked slowly, and Helion cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he studied you.

“No, not live with it,” he said slowly. “Embrace it, let it become a part of you. Learn how to wield it, and find the good that you can do with it, because even dark magic has its positives.”

“It’s definitely dark magic?”

Helion’s lips thinned. “I’m afraid so,” he said quietly.

“So,” you huffed out in a breath. “That means I am a monster.”

Helion sat forward in his seat in a second, hands clasped between his knees and eyes trained on you. “Not at all. It just means that the magic was made by someone with a hateful heart. It can still be used for good.”

“I don’t know how to control it,” you said quietly. If you couldn’t couldn’t control it, how could you possibly ensure that it was used for good? The image of Lucien wrapped in those red tendrils of smoke flashed before your eyes, and you winced at the memory from your nightmares.

“If you still had the spell book, I may be able to help more,” Helion suggested, leaning forward slightly, eagerly. “Do you? Still have the spell book?”

You took a long minute to answer, and Helion narrowed his eyes suspiciously as you thought back to what Rhysand had sent you, the note that had appeared on your vanity.

‘Keep it, and don’t let anyone know you have it. You might need it again sooner rather than later.’

“No,” you said eventually. “It was left behind Under the Mountain. I thought that would be the best place for it.”

Helion huffed out a breath, running a hand over his mouth in thought. “There is one other person I know who might be able to help,” he said slowly, eyes flicking to Lucien. “But you’re not going to like it.”

Lucien sucked at his teeth. “Who is it?”

“Rhysand.”

“No,” Lucien said firmly.

“Rhysand knows how to control dark magic,” Helion argued. “He might be able to help train her-”

“No.” It was a firm decision made by the emissary, and Helion raised his hands in defeat.

“Fine by me,” Helion said, slumping back into his seat. “You’re welcome to stay the night, if the journey back will be too much in one day. But I have told you everything I know. Sorry I couldn’t help you more. From here, it’s up to you.”

Clyro appeared by your side once again, a hand gently touching your elbow to escort you from the study. You turned slowly back to Helion as you reached the door. He had returned to his book, his finger trailing over the page as he read. “Thank you, Helion, for helping us as much as you could.” He glanced up, nodded once with a kind smile, and then returned to his reading, and you and Lucien were escorted from the room.

The sentinels that Tamlin had sent with you were waiting for you outside the room. Lucien turned to one of them as you followed Clyro down the hall. “Elias, please return a message to Tamlin,” he said, the voice of the emissary clear and commanding. “Tell him that Helion has not been able to help as expected, and that we will stay the night in the Day Court and return home tomorrow morning.”

The sentinel nodded and began to retreat in the opposite direction. You blinked up at Lucien. “So, we are going to stay the night here?” You asked, and he sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“I do not have the power nor the energy to winnow us back home today,” he explained. “Very few High Fae have the ability to travel so far twice in one day.”

You nodded, not questioning him again. He looked tired, and you knew that the effort of bringing you here in the first place had all-but wiped him out. Clyro came to a stop at a door toward the end of the long, winding hall.

“These will be your quarters for the night,” he explained. He opened the large wooden door, and as you took a step inside you gasped. The walls were a clear sky-blue, little puffs of delicately painted clouds on the ceiling and walls. There was no far wall at the other end of the room, only an open archway that led to a long balcony overlooking those golden fields. On each side of the main room were other various doors that you assumed led to the bedrooms. Clyro bowed out of the room and left you to it.

Lucien made for a door on the right. You watched him as he went, but didn’t stop him - he was tired, and deserved to sleep.

“How did the meeting go?” Silas asked as the other sentinel wandered into one of the rooms to the left, likely grander quarters than he had been privy to for a long time. You shrugged.

“Helion wasn’t able to help us as much as we had hoped,” you admitted. “From here, I’m not so sure.”

“There’ll be a way, I’m sure,” he said lowly. “I was Under the Mountain, and I saw what you did. Something like that, I can’t imagine it would be a bad thing to have.” He bowed low and disappeared after the other sentinel.

And so, you were left to your own devices. Your feet took you to the balcony without thought, and you leant against the stone railing, looking out across the Dawn Court - the air smelled fresh and clean and crisp, and the noon sun beat down warm and soft against your skin. Your hands ran over the railing of the balcony, and to your surprise found that it was encrusted with geodes, thick, rough rock centred by bright amber crystals. You pulled at one, and it fell away in your hand - a souvenir to take home to the Spring Court. You let your eyes close and drew in a deep breath.

“It’s rather beautiful here, is it not?” A familiar voice sounded from somewhere behind you. You whirled around, finding Helion himself leaning against a second balcony to the right of your own, likely from another set of quarters. “Sorry to startle you, but I wanted to speak with you in private.”

 “Whatever you have to say to me, you could have said in front of Lucien,” you said quietly. In fact, you would have preferred it, especially if he began asking about the spell book again. Thankfully, you had hidden it away, in a locked box in Tamlin’s room of treasure where he kept his family jewels and heirlooms, a room that he rarely ever went to. Helion raised an eyebrow.

“You trust an emissary with this information?” He asked slowly, and then his face softened into a smirk. “Unless he is more than just an emissary to you.” It was difficult to hide the flush that lilted your cheeks without turning your head away. Helion chuckled. “I knew it.”

“There is nothing between Lucien and I,” you said pointedly, and Helion leaned further over the stone railing, his amber eyes meeting yours.

“But you would like there to be?” He asked. Apparently you didn’t even need to speak for him to know what your answer would have been. “I’ve had a few dealings with Lucien on behalf of the Spring Court over the years. He is a good man, but bears a difficult past. I think that, after all this time, he rather deserves some happiness.”

You gulped down your dry throat. Lucien had mentioned as much. “What happened to him…in his past, I mean?”

He cocked his head slightly. “You mean that no one has told you of Jesminda?” Your eyes widened at the name, but you shook your head firmly. “Then I’m afraid that is not my story to share.”

“But-”

“We all have our secrets,” he continued with a knowing glint in his eye. “It would seem that Lucien Vanserra has kept a secret from you, so why would you not be willing to keep one from him? After all, Rhysand could help you, I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t think Tamlin would allow it,” you said softly.

“And does your chosen brother always make your decisions for you?” He asked with a slight smile. But that smile faded as he said his next words. “The last person I saw with something like this died, and whilst I do not know you terribly well, I would not wish to see that happen to you.”

You glanced down at your fingers, picking at the skin surrounding your nails, and bit your lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“That is all I ask.” He offered one more kind smile, and then he was gone.

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Jealousy - Rania x fem reader

summary: Rania and you are in a secret relationship. Layan doesn't know and isn't willing to share her best friend who is suddenly hanging out with you for no reason.

warnings: bullying

word count: 2.105

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Currently I was watching Rania playing basketball as I was sitting on the bench. I loved watching her during P.E. This seemed to be the only time where she could be completely free without thinking about any worries.

Miss Jumana praised Rania as she scored two more points for her team before being benched.

She sat down next to me with a bright smile on her face.

“You're incredible”, I complimented my girlfriend.

We had just started dating one week ago and had spent a lot of time together. I even got her dad to like me by being immensely polite, although that would quickly change if he got to know that Rania was not just my friend but girlfriend.

Rania took my hand unobtrusively as our relationship was secret. We did not know how anyone would react, especially the school. Maybe the school would inform our parents and we did not want that to happen.

Layan glanced at us every other second. We had never really come along. I hated the negative influence she had on Rania.

Rania was not a bully. She had told me herself that she did not like Layan's behavior from time to time, but that she was scared to lose her as Layan had been Rania's only support for years.

Considering her dad was an angry alcoholic I could understand how deep the relationship between Rania and Layan had to be and I did not want to separate them. I only reminded Rania sometimes that she should not do anything she did not want to.

“(f/n), it's your turn”, Miss Jumana encouraged me.

Reluctantly I got up and entered the field. I would have preferred to stay with Rania, but I did not mind basketball that much either. I sucked at dribbling, but I was pretty good at aiming from afar. So I soon scored three points.

When I had the ball the next time, Layan intended to snatch it away from me as she was on the opposite team. But in the process she bumped me over and Miss Jumana interrupted the game.

Rania immediately sprinted over to us and pulled me up.

“I'm really sorry, (f/n). I didn't mean to be so rough”, Layan apologized.

Miss Jumana observed the whole scene.

“It's fine. Don't worry about it”, I assured Layan.

Meanwhile Rania inspected my bleeding hand. “Should I get you a band-aid?”, she offered.

I shook my head. “Thanks, but it's not that bad. I can still play.”

“Alright then”, Miss Jumana exclaimed. “Something like this can happen during a game, but you dealt with it the right way. So Rania, please leave the field and the game can go on.”

After P.E. we had a break. Ruqayyah and Layan joined Rania and me as we were looking for an empty bench.

“Hey, Rania. How about we go and get something to eat while Layan and (f/n) search for a place to sit”, Ruqayyah suggested.

Rania looked at me for consent and of course I nodded.

Layan and I walked around until she pushed me into an empty path between the buildings where usually no one was during break.

“What are you doing?”, I wondered slightly anxious.

“What's up with Rania and you? All of a sudden you're everywhere”, she claimed.

“Yeah, since we've been assigned to a school project together. We come along well and I see that it must be hard for you to share Rania with anyone because you've been her only close person for years. But ...”

She interrupted me by pinning me against the wall. “Don't pretend to have any clue about me and Rania. If I made her choose between us you would be dead for her faster than you could imagine”, Layan growled.

“It's cruel to even consider making her choose between two precious people”, I shot back.

That made Layan laugh. “You seriously think you're precious to her just because she spends some time with you? That's hilarious! Listen closely. Vanish from Rania's life and everything will be fine. Rania has been happy before you appeared. She doesn't need you. You're just a burden to all of us.”

“That's ridiculous”, I proclaimed.

“Ridiculous is how desperately you cling onto Rania. Ruqayyah and I are keeping an eye on you. If you don't make a move, we will”, she warned me.

“If you really are Rania's best friend and truly care for her, you should support and not sabotage her”, I remarked.

Then I pushed Layan away from me and searched for Rania. Luckily I spotted her quickly and immediately approached her.

Rania smiled when she noticed me.

Right now I wanted to make our relationship official. Kiss her on this spot and show everybody how lucky I was. But that would be selfish.

So instead I took the food from her hands, passed it on to Ruqayyah and said: “Hey, Ruqayyah. Layan's waiting over there. Rania and I will join you in a few minutes.”

Then I pulled Rania with me without waiting for a reaction of the two.

“(f/n), did anything happen between Layan and you?”, she worried.

I opened the door to the restroom and was relieved to see that it was empty. This restroom was not used often to begin with.

I pushed Rania into a stall, locked it and kissed her passionately which she mirrored after a few seconds of realizing what was going on.

“I guess I should leave you alone with Layan more often”, Rania noted with a grin when we left the stall again.

“Please don't”, I mumbled. “She can't stand me.”

Rania placed her arm around my shoulders, nothing unusual for her to do with her friends.

“Maybe you just need more time”, she considered.

“I'll try for you”, I promised with a sigh which earned me a content smile from her.

It did not take us long to find Layan and Ruqayyah sitting on a bench.

“There you are”, Layan greeted us kindly. “We already wondered where you had gone.”

“Time passes quickly when you enjoy it”, Rania stated with a chuckle.

Her sense and timing of humor were truly unique.

“So hand over the food”, Rania requested happily.

She passed some of it over to me and I lost myself in my thoughts for a while as I was eating. Meanwhile the trio next to me was chatting contently. Rania actually appeared to be happy talking to her friends. For a moment I caught myself doubting myself. Of course Rania enjoyed talking to her friends. They were important to her as well after all.

“Hey, you okay?”, Rania reassured.

“Maybe you want some tea?”, Ruqayyah considered and stood up to hand me the cup.

But in the process she tripped and the hot tea was poured over my stomach, lap and thighs.

A startled scream escaped my lips, luckily quiet and short enough to not raise any attention.

“Oh, god! I'm so sorry”, Ruqayyah exclaimed.

Rania pulled me up and led me toward the restroom. Then she pushed me into a stall and opened my skirt leading it to fall to the ground before pushing me onto the toilet seat. One useful thing about going to such a prestige school was cleanness.

When I was sitting Rania opened my blouse.

Afterwards she moved over to the sink, poured water over some paper towels and placed them on my burning.

“Rania”, I uttered.

“Huh?” She intended to get more paper towels but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

“You're unusually quiet. Please talk to me”, I asked her.

“How are you feeling?”, she wondered.

I waited for her to look at me before answering: “Pretty hot, but I'm not sure if it's because of the burning or because you're so close.”

That actually earned me a laugh from her.

“No, seriously”, she insisted with a chuckle.

“Luckily the tea wasn't that hot anymore.” I inspected my body under the towels. “I don't think I'll get any blisters.”

Suddenly the door to the restroom opened and Rania left the stall to see who it was.

“We got a new uniform.” I recognized Layan's voice.

“I'm really sorry. How's (f/n) doing?”, Ruqayyah questioned.

I removed the towels from my body and took the uniform Rania handed me.

Ruqayyah and Layan approached us and the former apologized again.

All of a sudden Rania turned around to face them. “Stop that shit!”, she exclaimed furiously.

I had never seen Rania like this. Most of the time she overplayed anything uncomfortable with jokes. She was not one to yell at someone, especially not her two best friends.

“Rania, what's up with you? We already apologized and got her a new uniform. What else can we do? It was an accident”, Layan claimed.

Rania scoffed. “An accident?! You seriously think I'm stupid? I know you two well enough to recognize that it wasn't an accident. Why did you do this?”

Carefully I took Rania's hand as I was dressed properly now.

“What's gotten into you? We didn't even do anything! Why are you yelling at us?”, Layan shot back.

“I see.” Rania's voice sounded bitter. “Don't come near us unless you're willing to tell the truth.”

With these words she left the restroom with me.

“Rania.” She kept on walking. “Please stop.”

That made her stop in her tracks. By now we were outside again.

Rania's hand moved through her hair as a frustrated sigh left her lips.

“Hey”, I uttered softly and took her hands to ground her.

“I can't believe they hurt you and lied straight to my face”, she noted.

“I know. But actually I feel sorry for them”, I declared.

A frown captured Rania's face. “What? Why?”

“They're afraid to lose you, Rania. You've changed, for the better if you ask me. You're acting more considerate toward others, but Layan and Ruqayyah are still the same. They don't know how to deal with their emotions and let it out on others, in this case me and therefore accidentally you”, I assumed. “Maybe you should talk to them.”

“Right now I just wanna spend some quality time with you. And you are right. I am changing for the better because of you”, she stated with a smile.

“Alright, but I don't wanna be the girlfriend that snatches you away from your friends”, I clarified.

“Don't worry about that”, she assured me.

For the next days Rania barely talked to her two friends despite their attempts to approach her.

They sent me some glares from time to time but did not dare to do anything as Rania was always around me.

I enjoyed spending time with Rania, but I was also worried about her. I did not want her to lose her friends no matter how much I wished to keep her to myself.

“Rania, maybe we should tell them about us. That way they could understand”, I considered when we were eating lunch outside.

Rania chuckled. “You know that we're talking about Layan, right? No matter how precious she is to me, if something doesn't go her way she screws it up. What if she tells everyone?”

“Then at least you could tell her that you're leaving her if she forces you to choose, if she cannot grow personally”, I suggested.

“Why are you so eager for me to make it up with them? Wanna get rid of me?”, she joked.

“Of course not. But I know that you're suffering and don't want to lose them. Despite all their flaws Layan and Ruqayyah make you happy. Maybe there is a chance to talk with them on eye-level and help them to improve as well.”

Rania shook her head with a smile. “You really are a handful. You tell me not to follow them blindly and yet you want me to hold onto them. But maybe I will talk to them.”

And she did. I did not know what she told them, but the next day Layan treated me kindly. At first it made me suspicious but over the next weeks we actually came along better and better including Ruqayyah. They were starting to act considerate and the whole school atmosphere somehow changed.

In the end Rania had been the one with the most power. And I was the lucky one right by her side.

#al rawabi school for girls #rania x fem reader #lgbtqia + #bullying #jealousy #layan #ruqayyah #drama #angst #fluff #secret relationship #high school #girls school

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Obey Me! Headcanons - The Demon Brothers react to a MC who owns a golden retriever 🐕

Author’s note: I'm home :3 Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost!! If you enjoy my writing, do leave me a like and/or a comment (and follow me to see similar content in the future :D)!

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Lucifer ☕

• When your dog first bounds over to greet Lucifer, it’s difficult to tell if the eldest born is a fan of your four-legged pal or not. The Avatar of Pride scrutinizes the ball of fluff as if he were a judge on a dog show —all the while as your dog vibrates impatiently by the front door with a tennis ball in its mouth. Perhaps it senses the need to be on its best behaviour if it’s to impress Lucifer.

• “A pet is a responsibility, not a novelty. I sincerely hope that you thought long and hard about the obligations of a pet owner before you went ahead with your decision to adopt. That being said, you appear to be doing quite well with your four-legged companion —they’re very well behaved. I have absolutely no qualms with you taking over Cerberus’s care when you return to the House of Lamentation; clearly you’d manage much more elegantly than my brothers. Perhaps Cerberus would enjoy the company of your charming pooch as well…”

• So Lucifer does like your dog. Not an entirely surprising revelation, if you’ve seen how he behaves around Cerberus in private. The strict no-nonsense archdemon turns into the softest dog owner that you’d ever have the pleasure of meeting; he’s all ear scritches and belly rubs. By the end of his visit, your dog is blissfully rolling on the carpet by Lucifer’s feet as the Avatar of Pride informs it over and over again that it is indeed “a good dog”.

• Perhaps you’ll even catch the small —but genuine— smile twitching at the corners of Lucifer’s lips as he does so.

Mammon 💳:

• In hindsight, perhaps giving Mammon a heads up about the presence of your pooch would have been a good idea.

• Despite your numerous attempts to reassure Mammon that the furry ball of enthusiasm barreling towards him is a Good Dog™, the terrified shriek that escapes the Avatar of Greed is shrill and ear-splitting enough to shatter your windows (Metaphorically speaking, of course. Rest assured, no windows were harmed in the writing of this headcanon.). When your dog leaps at him to nudge its head into his hand for scritches™ and headpats™, Mammon’s life flashes before his eyes. The only image that he can bring to mind before he passes out cold on your carpet is Cerberus’s terrifying snarl.

• When Mammon comes to, your dog is sitting on his chest —looking concerned and suitably chastised for accidentally scaring the living daylights out of the demon. (Even though Mammon refuses to come clean about how terrified he was. “The great Mammon? Afraid of a lil’ dog? W-What...What are ya talkin’ about? I wasn’t scared!”) The events that occurred over the last couple of minutes play on a loop in Mammon's mind. It finally dawns on him that your dog isn’t the ferocious beast that his imagination had conjured up, and his cheeks flush scarlet.

• Please give your demon a hug. I think he needs one. Or several.

Leviathan 🎮:

• If Leviathan had a pet ranking system, Henry 1.0 and Henry 2.0 would always claim the highest spots possible —the S-tiered, 5-star gods of the pet world. No golden retriever could ever worm its way to the top and snatch his love for them from under his feet. Sorry. But your dog is pretty cute, he’ll give you that.

• Too cute, maybe. Hey...um...you don’t love your dog more than you love him, right? What? Him, the Avatar of Envy, jealous? No! Of course not! Why would you make such an outrageous assumption? He’s not jealous —an adorable fluff ball of enthusiasm for the outdoors and joy is a way better than an icky otaku, after all. Leviathan doesn’t blame you for choosing your dog over him. Any sane individual would do the same...

• When you finally manage to reassure your demon that your dog is in no way competition for the affection that you hold for him, —he’ll always be your favourite demon, even if you have a dog. Even if you have a hundred dogs. Nothing is going to change that— he begins looking at your pooch in a different light. That’s right —as a potential cosplay partner. There’s this new anime that’s been released recently...Levi was wondering if you had heard of it? It’s titled: My Partner Is The Proud Owner Of A Golden Retriever And I’m An Otaku Who Enjoys The Simple Pleasure Of Collecting Merchandise and Cosplaying. One of the main characters happens to own a golden retriever as well, and if you’re willing to give him your blessing (the irony, I know), perhaps you’d lend him your pooch for an afternoon of cosplay and photography?

Satan 📚:

• Satan is a cultured demon who enjoys the company of four-legged companions, but he’s admittedly a fan of felines...not canines. Still, he prides himself on keeping an open mind towards new experiences, so he agrees to spend an afternoon with you and your dog (Even though he’d much rather be attending the opening day ceremony of the Devildom’s newest cat cafe. The things he does for love.).

• He performs some through research before meeting your dog for the first time; spending afternoon after afternoon in the sanctuary of his room reading about dogs and how to care for them. No number of books could prepare him for the real thing, however. When Satan first comes over to spend the afternoon in your home, he’s stiff and awkward —unsure of what to do with a dog. He ends up spending the first hour on your couch, sipping tea and spouting facts about golden retrievers.

• Show him the rope that your dog enjoys playing tug-of-war with, or the tennis ball that it insists on carrying in its jaws everywhere it goes. It takes a while for Satan to warm up to your pooch, but he’ll gradually learn to love —or at the very least, tolerate— your canine companion, even though he still firmly believes in the superiority of cats. Speaking of which, you’d accompany him on a date to that new cat cafe, right?

Asmodeus 💋:

• Oh! Your golden retriever is absolutely adorable! And gorgeous too —albeit not as beautiful as him, but that’s to be expected. There’s not a single individual in all of the three realms that could match up to his beauty. And your dog has such luscious fur too...dear Diavolo, he’d kill to have a haircare routine that’s as effective on his locks.

• Would you be willing to take a photo of him posing with your pooch? It’s for his Devilgram followers, of course —such beauty must be shared with the world, no? You’re not entirely sure if Asmo’s referring to his beauty, your dog’s beauty, or the shared, collective beauty of him and your dog. It doesn’t particularly matter. The two (three?) of you end up spending the entire afternoon orchestrating an impromptu photoshoot, and then spending the evening editing the photographs from said shoot for Devilgram.

• Generally gets along with your four-legged companion like a house on fire. There’s just one, itsy-bitsy issue.

• Your dog sheds. A ton. No matter how often you brush its fur, or how many boundaries you set about it not being allowed on the furniture, it seems determined to shed every carpet, sofa and bed that you own. Asmo never stops whining about the copious amounts of fur that now decorate every article of clothing he owns, but at least your dog seems happy to be able to leave its mark —on Asmo’s ensembles, of course, but also his heart.

Beelzebub 🍔:

• Corporate has asked you to find the difference between this picture and this picture—

• Asmo gets along well with your dog. Beel gets along with your dog even better. As one of the few only brothers who’s willing to spend any amount of time with Cerberus (granted, most of the time he’s only doing so because he’s been promised free food), Beel has grown into quite the dog lover. Your dog seems thrilled to be in the company of someone who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy its company —your dog is thrilled by the company of anyone who’s willing to give it their time of day, but still— and Beelzebub is thrilled to be in the company of a four-legged companion who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy his company. Beel is happy to spend whole afternoons playing with your dog...interspaced with the occasional snack break, of course.

• Speaking of which, Beel very much struggles with not giving into your golden retriever’s extremely convincing puppy dog eyes. Objectively, he knows that giving your dog human (or demon) food is a terrible idea —the last thing he wants is to be the reason that your dog has to take a trip to the vet. But your dog is so cute! And it’s looking at his food with such an intense longing in its eyes...Beel can relate to that. Surely a little nibble wouldn’t hurt…

• When you find yourself having to tell Beel off, suddenly you find yourself at the receiving end of 2 sets of puppy dog eyes; both Beel and your pupper are very sorry. They swear it’ll never happen again! Please don’t be upset…

• How are you supposed to stay mad at them?

Belphegor 🛏:

• ...listen.

• It’s not that he hates dogs. Honestly! He likes dogs as much as the next demon! But they can be loud and yappy and so incredibly energetic, and your golden retriever is more hyper than most. It always wants to go on walks, or play fetch, or make him throw its favourite tennis ball over and over again but refuse to hand it over so he has to engage in a slobbery game of tug-of-war to steal the ball from it —it’s just too much for the Avatar of Sloth. Just watching your dog zip across the room in a display of its endless amounts of energy is enough to tire Belphie out...is playtime over yet? He just wants to take a nap.

• Makes multiple attempts to talk you into allowing Beel to look after your dog. Just for an afternoon! His twin certainly has the energy to keep your hyperactive pup entertained for the whole day, and since you can be assured that your dog is well taken care of, perhaps the two of you could finally stay inside for once and take a nice, long nap. It’s been too long since he’s gotten to hold you in his arms…

• By the time Beel returns your dog to you, it’s all tuckered out from its day of adventures. As you’re thanking Beel for looking after your dog for the day, you catch him chuckling softly at something over your shoulder —Belphie and your furry friend, dozing off together on the couch. They appear to finally be getting along.

BONUS: I'm still not terribly comfortable with adding the (former) undatables to my writing repertoire, but my partner happens to be very fond of the demon butler...and I happen to be very fond of them. So just this once, just to see how it goes...

Barbatos 🍵:

• Oh? So this is the sweet bundle of fur that he’s heard so much about. It’s a pleasure to meet them at long last. Barbatos has always been fond of dogs, and your dog is quite an endearing creature to say the least...it actually reminds Barbatos of Cerberus when he was a puppy. How time flies.

• Treats your dog as if it were an esteemed guest of the castle. As long as Barbatos is around, you needn’t lift a finger when it comes to the care of your beloved pet. Keeping your dog fed and watered? Barbatos has it covered; the butler seems to have an in built in timer when it comes to feeding your dog —Barbatos serves its meals at exactly 6 in the morning and 6 in the evening. Not a minute early, not a minute late. When taking your dog out on walks, he carries a spare bottle of water for the sole purpose of offering it to your dog if it gets thirsty. Speaking of walks...Barbatos is more than happy to escort your pooch on walks in the event that you’re unavailable to do so yourself. Barbatos generally allows your golden to lead the way on their excursions, and is content with following along behind it to keep it out of trouble for however long it wishes to remain outdoors. If it were to tire itself out, Barbatos takes your dog into his arms and carries it the rest of the way home.

• Your pooch becomes very spoiled very quickly. It’s unclear if you’ve gained a butler...or if your dog has.

#obey me shall we date #obey me game #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date headcanons #headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos

[cryonme]

ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ

PART ONE. aaron hotchner x reader

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There’s a serial killer going after women that look just like you, and when you find yourself at the Unsub’s address long before the rest of the team, you go in alone. Despite Hotch’s orders.

word count- 1.9k

tw- implied sexual assault, violent themes, guns, blood, LOTS of tears

a/n- hi babies! this is my first criminal minds imagine ahh. I've been watching the show ever since I was like 14, but I’ve been really binging it lately and I got the push to write for it! I’m really excited about this and I hope you all love it! There is going to be a part two, which is gonna focus on (Y/N)’s recovery and her getting back into the field! I always appreciate reblogs and feedback xx

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“(Y/L/N), the Unsub is going after women that look just like you, you are not to go in there alone, do I make myself clear?”

“Hotch-”

“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

You flinched and pulled your phone away from your ear, pursing your lips in annoyance.

“Crystal.” You hung up the phone and threw into the passenger seat, your body raging with annoyance for your boss. Him and the team wouldn’t be there for another 20 minutes and you were running out of time. The latest victim went missing yesterday, and according to the pattern, her body would be found in just a couple of hours, at the crack of dawn.

You cracked your fingers and your neck, growing impatient. You knew Hotch trusted you, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the two of you had gotten involved and now he’s holding you back. You tried to tell yourself he only cared, that he was only concerned, that he loved you, and on one hand, he did have a point. This man was going after women who have the exact same build and features as you, but you had a job to do. Both of you agreed to not let your feelings get in the way, and here he was, holding you back, and potentially putting an innocent woman in danger.

You sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel, when you heard a blood curdling scream. Your head shot up and you immediately adjusted your vest and pulled out your gun and flashlight, wasting no time storming into the house.

+

“We’re down the street, are you ready?” Hotch asked, not turning his head toward Emily in the passenger seat next to him. He was rushing, he told you not to go into the house but something in his gut is telling him that you did anyway. You had separated from Derek when there were two possible leads presented at the same time, both of you agreeing it would be faster to split up. You were alone when Garcia called with an address, and a lot closer than everyone else.

“Ready.”

The team pulled up to the house and Hotch felt every muscle in his body tense when he saw your car door open. You had gone into the house.

He wasted no time, not even bothering to turn off the car or close the door.

“(Y/N)’s in there with no back up.” He said frantically.

No one said a word, just all shared worried glances and immediately made their way to the front door, Hotch taking the lead and kicking the door down.

“FBI!” He yelled out, pointing his gun and flashlight in all directions.

“Morgan, Prentiss, take the upstairs. Reid, Rossi, and I will cover downstairs.

Everyone nodded before dispersing to their assigned areas of the house.

Hotch’s mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t be. What if you were dead? He couldn’t see it. He wasn’t ready-

“FBI, put the gun down!”

Morgan.

They were upstairs.

The three men downstairs rushed to the stairs, running up with guns drawn, coming up behind their teammates. The Unsub had his gun pointed to the head of a woman who looked just like you, but you weren’t in sight. Hotch let his eyes wander around the poorly lit, dirty room, until they stopped on you, and he had to hold back a sob.

He wasn’t listening as Reid talked down the Unsub, he wasn’t listening when Emily fired off a gunshot to his shoulder, letting the woman go. He wasn’t listening when Derek yanked him off the floor in handcuffs, handing him over to Rossi so he could escort him to the police. He wasn't listening when Reid and Emily ran toward the girl checking her over for injuries and handing her into the care of the paramedics. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears, and all he could see was you.

Once the Unsub waa gone, he fell to his knees in front of you.

You were tied to a pole, duct tape over your mouth and your hands and feet restrained, there was blood trickling down your face and you were beaten badly. The Unsub must have focused all of his attention on you when you entered the house.

His hands fumbled to untie your restraints, but he was shaking too much and couldn’t do it. Spencer kneeled down next to him and got to work on your restraints, letting his hands rest on your face. His eyes raked over your body, checking for any other serious injuries, when they froze on your torso, soaked in blood.

“Wake up, baby. Please. God, please wake up!”

As soon as you were untied your limp body slumped against him and he laid you down, your head resting on his lap, his shaking hands reaching for your neck, checking for a pulse.

“She- she’s alive!” He yelled, throwing off his jacket to press against your torso, not bothering to thank Emily when she rushed over to hold it for him. He stroked your hair and your face gently, trying his best to wake you up but not startle you.

Your eyes fluttered and you groaned, turning your head to the side, closer to him.

“Hey, baby. I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

Your eyes were still fluttering, and you tried your best to keep them open for more than a second.

“M’so tired.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know but you have to stay awake just a little bit longer for me, yeah? I can’t lose you, please.”

The team watched helplessly, Emily decided you needed more encouragement, and spoke up from her position next to you, still applying pressure to your abdomen, her tears falling freely from her eyes.

“Hey, girl. You gotta hold on for us, alright? We need you.”

Reid felt a tear fall down his cheek, and he turned his face to watch the window for the ambulance, not being able to watch any longer.

Derek couldn’t contain his anger with himself, he had let you go alone. Knowing that sick bastard was going after women just like you, and he let you go alone. He turned and slammed his fists into the wall, letting out a cry. You had to be okay.

Rossi was downstairs with the police, he had helped the first girl in the ambulance, but they had only been prepared for one person. His heart was aching as he could hear the cries of his team upstairs.

“(Y/N), can I carry you downstairs to get to the ambulance faster?” Derek asked as he calmed himself down, he didn’t think Hotch’s body would make it far without collapsing in worry and sadness.

Your eyes were wide and you grabbed Hotch’s arm, “Don’t” You sucked in a breath, “Don’t leave-”

“It’s okay, I’m not leaving you, okay? Morgan’s gonna take you downstairs, I’ll be right behind you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love- I love you.”

Hotch continued to sob, “I love you, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Derek gently took you from his arms, hoisting you up and hurrying you down the stairs as he could begin to hear the distant sirens. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I’m so sorry.”

+

If you’ve ever wondered how much a psychopathic killer can do to you in 20!minutes, the answer is a lot.

It’s been one week since you went into the house alone, and you were cleared to go home today. The team came to see you every day, and Hotch never left your side. He cried when you woke up, burying his face into your neck and leaving soft kisses. You didn’t want him to stop touching you, but you felt empty, you couldn’t reciprocate, you couldn’t speak, you just laid there as the love of your life cried tears of relief over you, holding you close to him.

You didn’t speak when Derek cried and apologized for leaving you alone, you couldn’t tell him it wasn’t his fault.

You didn’t speak when Dave kissed your head and told you he was happy you were still with them.

You didn’t speak when Reid smiled and grabbed your hand, stray tears falling down his face.

You didn’t speak when Garcia rushed into the room and held your face.

You didn’t speak when JJ threw her arms around you.

You didn’t speak when Emily held you, telling you she didn’t know what she’d do if you didn’t make it.

You didn’t speak on the ride home with Hotch, despite him telling you Jack couldn’t wait to see you.

When Aaron caught on that you weren’t going to show emotion for a long time, he called Jessica to tell her it was best that Jack stayed with her for a while, he didn’t want him seeing you that way.

Once you arrived home, you let him help you out of the car and inside. He led you up the stairs into your bedroom. He decided it was best for him to stay with you at your place, not wanting you to be alone, but also wanting you to be in your own home. Once you were showered and in a clean pair of pajamas, tucked away in bed, your cat jumped up on the bed rubbing her face against yours and purring, before flopping down and falling asleep at your side.

Hotch watched as you just laid there, propped up against your pillows, staring at the wall.

“(Y/N).”

“I can still feel his hands.” You whimpered and his heart squeezed in his chest.

“Everywhere.” You finally let out the sob you had been holding in since you first woke up and saw Hotch fast asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to you.

He was by your side immediately, pulling you close to him, and you wrapped your arms around him, finally receiving the comfort you’ve been desperately craving.

“I’m sorry.” You cried, choking on your own breath and sobs. “I’m so sorry. It’s n-not Derek’s fault, it’s mine. It’s my fault.”

Hotch shut his eyes in pain, this was no one’s fault but the sick man who did this to you.

“It’s not your fault either, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t listen, I should’ve listened to you.” Your muffled voice cried against his chest.

“You did what any of us would’ve done. Yes, it ended badly, and I will tell you to never do that again, but we’re here now. Don’t dwell on it, sweetheart.”

You just continued to cry and inch impossibly closer to him.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say that you’re okay. You’re not, and you probably won’t be for a long time. But you’re safe, and I am here for you every step of the way. There won’t be one second that you’re alone. You’re gonna get through this baby, I promise.”

You continued to cry and hold onto him as you fell asleep, your breaths starting to even out until your body relaxed against his. He situated the both of you so you both were more comfortable, but still in each other’s embrace. Your cat purred and resituated herself in between your legs. The road to recovery was going to be long, but all he could think about right now was how relieved he was to have you home, in his arms.

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Only For A Moment: June

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: May

Note: Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged or commented on the first part of this little series. It’s been nice to write some fun family time, but please let me know if you enjoy it too! There will be some drama sprinkled in and relationship building conversations eventually, but I thought I’d let them be happy for a bit 😉

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June 2020

When I first moved to Massachusetts, I'd been very excited about the change in climate. I was ready to get away from the perpetual heat of California and live somewhere with four real seasons and actual snow in the winter. However, as much as I enjoyed those new things, it only made me appreciate summer even more.

I loved lounging in the sun, I loved the bright early mornings with that fresh smell in the air that tells you it's going to be a hot day, I loved how it brought out all the little freckles on Grayson's cheeks and most of all, this year, I loved that we had easy access to a pool.

Swimming had always been my favourite summer activity and it was something that I must have passed on to Grayson because as soon as the weather turned hot, he was constantly pestering us to let him in the water. We were very stern with him about the rules - that he wasn't to go anywhere near the pool without adult supervision - but his patience was clearly wearing thin. Chris had to clean it and get it ready for the season after it had been out of use all winter and every day that Grayson had to wait seemed to physically pain him. It was the first thing he mentioned in the morning and all he wanted to talk about throughout the day until finally, as the temperatures neared the mid 80s and summer had clearly begun, the pool was ready for use.

And it came at just the right time, when we were all needing a little carefree family fun. On top of the normal, seemingly never ending anxiety caused by the pandemic, Scott had left the day before to return to L.A. and get his life back in order. We were excited for him, but there was a hint of sadness in the air as the house felt just a little bit emptier without him.

But that emptiness dissipated instantly when we got outside. Grayson was practically vibrating with excitement and his squeals and shrieks as he splashed in the pool with Chris did a wonderful job of filling any quiet that Scott's departure had caused. He was constantly impressing us with his patience and understanding of the current restrictions on our activities so hearing the glee in his voice was a comforting sound. I couldn’t help but think how a few short years ago rambunctious kids at the pool used to get on my nerves, but now the noise only added to my relaxation.

I was soaking in that relaxation as I laid on a lounger in the sun wearing the only bikini that I'd packed. I thought it was fairly modest as far as bikinis go - very mom friendly - but from the look Chris had given me when I first came out of the house, apparently it was sexier than I thought. I'd watched in amusement as Chris turned to stare, his jaw dropping slightly as I sauntered over to my seat, but there was no time for those kinds of distractions as Grayson protested his dad's lack of attention with a splash in the face. Chris let out an exaggerated shout of surprise, but was quick to retaliate by dunking him completely under the water. The urge to scold Chris was on the tip of my tongue, but Gray was full of heartfelt giggles when he popped back up and a smile slid onto my face as I relaxed back against my chair.

I did fully intended to join them in the pool at some point, but I couldn't resist taking a few moments to watch them play.

Even when Chris and I hadn't been on the best of terms, I had always been grateful for the bond they shared. Grayson had definitely inherited his father's sense of humour - the way they teased and pestered each other was adorable to see - and they both looked at each other with so much pride, constantly thriving off the other's support and approval. Watching as Grayson flourished in his swimming practice with Chris' constant encouragement made my heart ache with happiness and I could have stayed in that moment - sprawled out on my lounger, soaking in their joy - forever without growing tired of it.

It wasn't until they'd been in the pool just over half an hour that there was any trouble. Grayson was a natural in the water - he had no fear of putting his head under, he didn't panic when he couldn't touch the bottom, he was probably a fish in a previous life - and he was excellent at listening to Chris' guidance to keep him out of any dangerous situations. However, he apparently wasn't as eager to follow our rules when he wasn't in the water.

That became apparent when Chris decided to show him how to do a cannonball. Grayson did as instructed and held tightly onto the side while Chris climbed out to demonstrate, but he got distracted when it was his turn to try. Dodger had been whipped into a frenzy by all the shouts and screams so as soon as Grayson was out of the pool, the happy dog went running past him.

"Dodger! Come back!" Grayson grinned, as his eyes lit up with an idea. "Dodger, get in the pool!"

Chris shook his head at Grayson's plan and insisted that it was a bad idea, but was almost entirely ignored as Grayson bolted after the dog.

"Grayson," I shouted over to him, sitting up straight so I could make sure I got his attention. "Don't run around the pool! Your feet are wet and the ground is slippery!"

Again, he completely ignored the opposition to his brilliant idea and he continued his sprint. I let out a huff of frustration and slipped my feet into my flip-flops, ready to chase after him when Chris spoke up.

"Gray!" He shouted, his voice stern and leaving no room for his seriousness to be misunderstood. "Listen to your Ma! You know not to run by the pool!"

Grayson's excitement was clearly clouding his judgment as he still paid no attention. I'd just stood up to go and physically stop him and make sure he understood why he needed to listen to us when he learnt the hard way, slipping and falling backwards.

My heart was in my throat as I jumped in to action, feeling only a hint of relief that he had managed to catch himself with his hands just fast enough to stop his head from smashing on the hard tiles around the pool. His first reaction was one of shock, but it only took a second for the tears to come.

"Shit," I heard Chris mutter as he immediately hoisted himself out of the water before rushing over, hot on my heels. 

I got to him first and pulled him into my arms.

"Oh, buddy, are you okay?" I asked as he buried his face in my neck and cried. "Where does it hurt?"

He sobbed out a quiet 'everywhere', but he was holding his wrist so it was safe to assume that was what bore the brunt of the impact. I rubbed his back as Chris crouched down beside us and took Gray's little hand in his own. He made him move it up and down and make a fist and when he did so without much more than a wince, it seemed like it was probably just a bit bruised.

"I think you'll be okay," Chris announced as Grayson's cries quieted down to a sniffle. "But this is why we reminded you not to run. It's not safe and you could have been really hurt."

"Sorry, Daddy..."

His words were soft as more tears filled his eyes and he crawled off of my lap into Chris' arms. Still crouched down, Chris gave him a big squeeze and assured him that it was fine, but warned him to make sure he listened to us next time.

Once Grayson's sniffles had quieted down almost completely, Chris glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye before leaning in towards Gray.

"Would it cheer you up if..."

His words trailed off and he leaned down to whisper the end of the sentence in Grayson's ear. From the way his eyes lit up at his dad's words and a giggle bubbled up from his chest, I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like whatever he'd suggested.

"Yes, Daddy!" Grayson grinned. "Do it!"

Chris shot me a smirk before sliding Grayson out of his arms and standing up. As soon as he moved behind me, I had a good idea what had just been discussed and my suspicions were all, but confirmed when he effortlessly lifted me up with one arm behind my back and the other under my knees.

"Chris..." I warned him, looking up at him in what I hoped was a menacing way. "Don't you dare throw me in that pool..."

"Why not?" He smirked. "It's such a beautiful day and you haven't even dipped a toe in yet..."

"I'll get in if you want me to, but I don't want to get my hair wet. The chlorine makes it so gross."

Chris rolled his eyes at my excuse and took a step closer to the edge.

"Do it, Daddy!" Grayson cheered. "Do it!"

"Chris..." My plea was more whiny this time. "Please, don't."

"Sorry, honey. The kid needs cheering up."

The grin on his face made it clear that he wasn't sorry at all, but before I could argue the point he tossed me out of his arms. I had just enough time to let out a squeal of protest before I hit the water. It was colder than I expected, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant since it was such a hot day. Still, as I popped back up at the surface and flipped the drenched mess of my hair out of my face, I glared at Chris. He was grinning as Grayson stood next to him, giggling uncontrollably.

"Chris! That was rude!"

My tone was harsh, but there was a smile on my face. It was hard to be annoyed when it had clearly filled Grayson with so much joy and, truthfully, I didn't mind getting wet. I wasn't about to let them know that though as I forced a pout and paddled over to the side of the pool.

"I'm sorry, Winnie," Chris apologized, but with a smirk that made me think he still wasn't being entirely sincere. "Here, let me help you out."

He held out his hand and I hid a smirk of my own. I couldn't believe he was stupid enough to do that, but I accepted his offer and grabbed on. Planting my feet on the side of the pool, I pulled on his arm and sent him flying into the water beside me.

Grayson could barely breathe he was laughing so hard after that and the look of shock on Chris' face when he resurfaced had me unable to hold back giggles of my own.

"I can't believe you fell for that," I teased. "That's the oldest trick in the book."

"Well, I didn't think you'd pull something like that when I was trying to be nice."

"It's called payback."

I shot him a smirk as I went to hoist myself out of the water, but his arms slid around my waist when I was halfway out and dragged me back in. We both ended up under the water this time and when we popped back up, he'd angled us so his back was towards Grayson and he was holding me tightly against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist to help me stay afloat and his hands went down to my thighs to support me.

"Well, throwing you in the pool was payback of my own," he informed me, his voice low. "Payback for strutting around in that sexy bikini when I can't do anything about it."

He slid his hands a bit higher, giving my ass a quick squeeze and I leaned down to steal a kiss. I'd be lying if I said that the sight of his very chiselled muscles as he splashed around shirtless hadn't been driving me wild too, but as Grayson called to us from the side of the pool, we were reminded just why the situation was so torturous.

"I wanna turn falling in!"

I pulled myself out of Chris' grasp at the sound of Gray's voice and smiled up at him.

"Jump in!"

"No," he shook his head. "I wanna be pushed too!"

Chris swam past me, chuckling as he went, and pulled himself out of the pool with ease. I was treading water, waiting to swim over and help Gray once he landed in the water as Chris scooped him into his arms. He tickled him, earning more hysterical giggles, and started swinging him over the pool. He didn't let go the first time though and repeated the action as he counted to three before he finally launched Grayson towards me.

Grayson's shriek was almost deafening and he landed in the water with a big splash. He spluttered and coughed as he popped back up, but the giggles quickly came back as I swam over and let him climb onto my back.

"Daddy! Come in!"

Chris smiled and turned around, looking down to make sure his feet were right at the edge of the pool.

"Stay back!"

I listened to his warning and swam a little bit farther away. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure we were in a safe place before swinging his arms and doing a perfect back flip into the water.

"Wow!" Grayson gasped, the awe clear in his voice. "That's cool!"

"Yeah? You liked that?"

Chris looked very proud of himself for impressing the three year old and it was cute to see. He had millions of fans all around the world, but nothing meant more to him than his son's adoration.

"Yeah! I did!" Grayson nodded enthusiastically. "I wanna try!"

"No way, buddy," I told him firmly, shooting Chris a glare as I heard that request and making sure he heard me too. "That's a trick for grown-ups only."

Grayson whined about how unfair I was being, but Chris chuckled and nodded his head.

"Your mom's right, Gray. That trick takes a lot of practice," he warned him as he reached over to pull him from my back. "But we can try something else. Here, stand on my hands."

He moved his hands under the water and put them under Grayson's feet. I watched, feeling a bit nervous about what he was planning, but I trusted that Chris wouldn’t do anything dangerous as they got settled into position.

"Ready?" He asked Grayson, who nodded eagerly despite having no idea what was about to happen. "Okay...One...Two...Three...Go!"

On 'go', Chris pushed his hands up quickly, tossing Grayson through the air. It was much less graceful than Chris' back flip, but that didn't damper Gray's enjoyment. As soon as his head was back above the water, he giggled and squealed for Chris to do it again. I smiled at his enthusiasm as I helped him swim back to Chris.

As we probably could have predicted, Grayson made Chris do it over and over again until we were all wrinkled from the water and baked from the sun. He probably would have made Chris toss him around the pool all night if we let him but, after almost an hour, we ruined his fun and dragged him back inside for a break from the warm weather.

To ease the blow of the pool party being over, we set him up on the couch with a popsicle while we got ourselves changed before joining him. As we all lounged in the living room - soaking in the joy of air conditioning - I was filled with a feeling that was becoming increasingly familiar.

Contentment.

The joy of domesticity was still so fresh for us. All these normal days spent together as a family that some people might find mundane were so special, but as much as I enjoyed them, I couldn't help but feel a hint of regret. I'd spent so long trying to protect Grayson by keeping Chris and I apart that I hadn't realized what he was missing out on and - as Chris pulled me close against his side with Gray tucked under his other arm - I was so grateful that we were finally able to give him the family that he deserved.

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July

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Red Roses: “I Love You” - Natasha Romanoff Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias  Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Notes: Thank you again @trashywritestrash​​ for helping me hash out this ending!! ❤️ And thank you to the anon who gave me the funny idea of the roof-clinging flower delivery. <3

 Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Triggers: Brief mention of alcohol/drinking; but I wrote it so the readers “favorite drink” could be anything.        

Words: 1,396

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February 14th

You continued to breath out steadily as you tried to keep your pace, Steve and Bucky half way around to meeting you already, and Sam in pace next to you as you ran around the large monument again. “Damn super-soldier bullshit” Sam muttered breathlessly as you laughed at his joke, trying not to lose step. 

Listening carefully and peaking behind you, you smiled “You’re right, it is bullshit. Maybe we should stop.” you said with an air of amusement as you glanced at Sam. 

Who smiled “You know what, you’re right. Let’s stop.” 

As both of you stopped quickly in place, you turned to face behind you, just in time to see Steve and Bucky’s eyes widen as they stumbled to a stop before slamming into the two of you, which they managed to do, barely. 

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what you get for trying to humiliate us again.” Sam said with a laugh. Steve and Bucky sharing a look of mixed disdain and amusement as you chuckled. 

“I think we were done anyway” Steve said as he turned to walk towards where you set your water bottles. 

As you all sat underneath a large tree you checked your watch, the morning had been going by so slow. You wanted the evening to come quickly, but just as much, you wish it wouldn’t come at all. 

“You alright?” 

You looked up to see the three staring at you, you must have zoned out “Yeah, I’m fine.” you smiled at them, trying to play it off. When you turned to grab a granola bar out of your bag the three of them shared a mutual look of understanding. 

You were definitely not fine. The anxiety and curiosity that had built up over the last week was killing you. You were glad it was almost over, yet terrified at what that would bring in itself. The more you thought about each of the other’s and the possibility that it might be them who has been leaving you the flowers and notes, the more you didn’t want it to be any of them. Well, that was a lie. There was only one, you really wanted it to be. And unfortunately, they seemed to be the least likely. 

- - - 

Your thoughts proceeded to run wild as you continued on throughout your day, only occasionally being able to distract yourself with work. And the anxiety had built up once again as you got dressed about an hour before the party. You paced restlessly around your room as you fiddled with your hands. 

Finally growing tired of circling around the room, you decided to leave, maybe you would head down a bit early, distract yourself with some of the others who would probably already be down there anyway. 

This was proven incorrect, as you entered into the bar area, seeing only Natasha behind the bar as she made herself a drink. You hesitated as you looked around, was there really no on else down here yet?

“Hey” Natasha greeted, earning your attention again as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Hey” you replied walking into the room “I thought the others would be down here already.” you commented as you sat on a bar-stool. 

“Me too actually, but, at least I’m not alone now” she said while smiling at you “Drink?”

"Sure.” you said as she immediately started getting you your favorite drink. 

“You alright? You’ve seen a bit off all day.” she commented as she slid you your drink and leaned on the counter watching you. 

Taking a sip you eyed her, wondering how much you should tell her. You had already figured it wasn’t her. Even though she was the one you wanted it to be. So, you figured it wouldn’t hurt anymore than it already does if you told her. 

“I...I’m, supposed to find out who’s been leaving the notes and flowers today. Which I’m sure you already figured by now.” She gestured her head as you continued “But I...I’m just not sure, what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“The notes, and everything they’re so....genuine and beautiful, and I just don’t know if I deserve someone like that. I mean, what if I can’t see myself loving them? What if I don’t deserve that kind of devotion?”

Natasha looked down at her hands before taking a breath “You do deserve it Y/n.”

You let out an amused scoff “You’re just saying that because your my friend” you said with a bit of doubt and disappointment in your voice.

“No, that’s not why I’m saying it.”

“Then why?” 

“Because...” she reached out and placed her hand on top of yours “Because of  your grace, and elegance, your compassion, kindness and bravery. There is no way they could not absolutely adore every fiber of your being.”

You stared at her as you recognized the words, the words that had been typed out on third note that you had received. Words that you repeated to no one. Your heart began beating rapidly again as you remained speechless as a small smile formed on her face. “How- I never read you any of the notes.”

“No, you didn’t.” she straightened up before reaching for something underneath the counter “The whole, notes and flowers thing were a bit cheesy, especially for me, but...” she pulled out red rose from below the counter “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always wanted to try some big grand gesture of admission.”

Staring at the rose as she leaned back on the counter taking your hand in hers as she placed the rose between your fingers and looked back at you “All these years being as close as we are...I guess it was inevitable.”

Finally getting a hold of yourself again you cracked a smile “Yeah, it really was wasn’t it. And...you knew didn’t you? That I felt the same?”

She gestured her head and smiled “At first I thought I was just imagining it, but...Clint knocked some sense into me and made me realize that I wasn’t, and that you did, actually feel the same way.”

You closed your hand around hers, as you continued to smile at her “It was pretty damn bold of you to deliver those flowers to me in the gym yourself.”

“Yeah, well. I wanted to see your reaction myself.” 

“Who else knew? I mean besides Clint?” 

“No one else.” 

“Then...who delivered the camellias?”

She laughed “Well, I did.” you gave her a look of confusion as she continued “I thought I was being quiet enough, but I should have known better, so when I heard you coming to the door I put my assassin skills to the test.” she said with a sense of amusement.

“But...I looked everywhere?” she shook her head and you thought to yourself for a moment “I looked everywhere...except up. Please tell me you were not clinging to the roof above me?”

“Luckily the halls aren’t too wide.”

“Wh- Nat, oh my God” you started giggling at the thought as you facepalmed “I can’t believe you actually did that.”

She laughed as well “The things we do for love.”

You stared at her, still smiling in amusement “You were wrong Nat, I don’t deserve you.”

She leaned further over the bar as she stared into your eyes “After everything I’ve done, trying to make things right with SHIELD and the Avengers. You have been the only constant happiness in my life. I think I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. ”

“Agree to disagree” you countered as you grinned at each other, as both of your eyes began flicking to the others lips before you both leaned forward meeting in a kiss you had both been dreaming of.

As you pulled away, you heard voices approaching from the hall, recognizing it as the others. She glanced to the door and then back at you as you asked “Do you think they’d be surprised?” 

“Probably not. But who cares either way.” she smiled, making you grin.

The others were in fact surprised, but happily so. Especially Clint, who, for the rest of the night, told the others about how painstakingly he had been trying to get you two to confess your feelings for one another for years now. While Tony insisted that he had known the whole time and had been debating setting you two up secretly. 

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[vivianweasley]

Just Another Bad Guy (Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Reader)

Summary: You are Draco Malfoy’s twin sister so everyone just assumed that you guys are the same. Not Fred, he knows who you are and loves you for it. But your romance was cut short after you were forced to become a death eater. Could the two of you find your way back to each other after all of this is over?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, war, post-war traumas, poor writing

Word count: 4.1K

A/N: I finished this a long time ago but got scared to post it for some reasons. Hope you guys would like it :)

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To be honest, no one really knew what kind of person (Y/F/N) Malfoy is. But she’s the twin sister of the infamous Draco Malfoy, so everyone just assumed that they are the same: pure blood and proud pricks.

Including Fred Weasley, or at least before today’s incident.

He was hiding around the corner, watching the trip wire and paint hanging on the ceiling. He was waiting for Draco Malfoy’s twin sister to trip over and cause the green paint to fall on her. The color of her snotty little house would suit her.

But that didn’t happen. He just watched her walk over the trip wire and nothing happened.

After everyone was gone, he quickly ran to check what exactly happened to his prank that he has so meticulously designed. But the next thing he knew, he was covered in green paint.

He heard someone laughing and turned around to see Y/F/N Malfoy standing there.

“What are you looking for Weasley?”

“How did you...”

“Just a freezing charm and an hot-air charm used at the right time and right place.” Some of the green paint got into Fred’s eyes, but he was certain he could see a mischievous smirk on her lips. She bent over a little, as if trying to make sure he could see exactly who used his prank back on him, “I expected better from you, Weasley.”

And then the game was on.

You two started a pranking war while everything seemed to stay normal on the surface. Sometimes Fred would win, but most of the times his pranks would just backfire on him.

Then you two started to actually hangout, like sneaking out at night to prank Mr. Filch or to hangout in the secret passages. But no one knew about this. Maybe not even George.

Fred realized that you were nothing like what he imagined. Under your cold and proud look, there was something mischievous and wild in your heart, but you hid it so well.

Then the Yule ball came around. Fred knew there was something more than friendship between you two and obviously he has dreamed about taking you to the dance. But things were never so easy between you two.

He ended up taking Angelina to the dance. They went as friends. It was basically a group thing. And you went with a Slytherin boy in your year.

But both of you thought it would be a waste if the rest of the night was just like this. You exchanged looks while dancing with your Yule ball dates and snuck out on cue.

You met up at your usual hangout place, the astronomy tower.

He smiled, offering his hand, “Y/N Malfoy, may I have this dance?”

“You may, Weasley.” You smiled, taking his hand.

He pulled you closer to him and started dancing. There was no music, but you were humming a melody you loved.

The cold winter wind brought you closer and closer. Your humming was even better than music in Fred’s ears. Everything felt just right.

And you kissed, under the starry night.

No words were needed. You could tell how each other felt through the passionate kiss you shared.

------

But you were still a Malfoy after all.

Fred swore he felt like his heart was ripped apart when he learned that you became a death eater, just like your family. He snuck into the school for he wanted to see you again before the big war hit.

“I know you don’t want to do this, Y/N. You don’t have to do this! You can run away, just run away from all of this! Please!” He pulled you into a deserted hallway and tried to scream some sense out of you.

But your expression was cold, your family’s signature distant and proud look that you put on all the time, “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Your voice was even colder, “You’re just another stupid Weasley.” 

There it was, you said it, the words that was going to haunt Fred for years. Even though he absolutely denied it.

And the war hit. You were on opposite sides. It was brutal. Screaming, blood, and corpses everywhere.

Fred fought with all his strength. After successfully taking out three death eaters, he saw the wall behind him falling onto him. It was too close and too late to run or cast any spell. He closed his eyes. Could this be the end?

But nothing happened. Someone casted protego shielding him from the falling wall, giving him enough time to escape. He looked around, but no one was there.

Knowing that he now owed his life to someone, he fought even harder, until Voldemort finally met his end.

From that day on, Fred never saw you again. He would still think about you of course, but he would soon try to think about something or someone else when those horrible words that you said hit him again.

He knew that you became a writer and published your memoir when people’s hate for former death eaters faded out a little. He has read your book secretly on his lunch breaks in Flourish and Blotts. The book was simply stating what happened and it wasn’t too emotional overall. But just stating the simple facts was enough to let the readers know that the Malfoy twins were not as evil as they thought they were.

All you grew up with was ideas like “pure bloods are the superiors” and “we must follow the Dark Lord”. You never had any choices and even if you had, it was a simple choice: you do what you’re told to do or you’ll get your family killed. And deep down, Fred always knew that. He sometimes would wonder could it be possible that you said those words because you knew the two of you won’t ever have a chance of a happy ending? Could it be possible that you said those words to protect him?

And one thing that definitely caught Fred’s attention was the title of your book, “Just Another Bad Guy”. The wording looked awfully familiar to him, making him wonder could be possible that you also couldn’t forget those cruel words you said to him, calling him “just another stupid Weasley”?

But he also found that you have never mentioned anything about the Weasleys in your book. Was it because you were sorry for what you have said? Or was it because that his family was too embarrassing for you to even mention?

It had been 8 years after the war now. Today, the old Hogwarts classmates decided to meet up again. It was nice seeing so many familiar faces, but Fred knew that there was just one person, who he might never see again.

The dinner party went well. People were catching up and remembering the good old days at Hogwarts. Everyone seemed to be doing well, having a steady job and even starting a family now.

Then people started talking about your book. Fred was suddenly on guard, as if he was ready to argue with or even fight anybody who was going to talk shit about you. But then he realized, what role was he playing in this whole situation anyway?

To Fred’s surprise, people were actually taking nicely about you. He was feeling almost gratified that people actually took the time to read your work. It was beautifully written after all.

“I always knew she wasn’t so bad,” said Luna, “I saw her protecting a student during the battle. Who was it though?”

Luna’s dreamy voice hit Fred hard like a bludger that he dropped his fork. 

The noise caught Luna’s attention and suddenly made her faded memory resurface, “I remembered! It was Fred! She saved Fred!”

Everyone was staring at Fred now. He laughed awkwardly and replied, “Guess Malfoy isn’t just another bad guy then.”

And Fred remained rather quiet for the rest of the night. He was quiet enough for everyone who knew Fred Weasley to be worried about him, but luckily, people probably just thought that he was shocked that a Malfoy saved his life.

But George knew, even though Fred has never told him. He knew all about his twin’s little adventures with you back in school. He knew about Fred’s worries after knowing that the Malfoy’s are death eaters. He knew his brother would secretly read your book. And he knew that you were on Fred’s mind, even after all these years.

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After the war, you went back to Hogwarts to finish your last year of school. But besides going to classes, you would just hide in your dorm and you would even eat in the Slytherin kitchen instead of going to the Great Hall to avoid seeing anyone.

You couldn’t face the students who lost their families and friends during the war. Whenever they were looking at you, it felt like they were asking you to pay. And you just couldn’t face the Weasleys. After what you’ve done and said, how could you? Those words kept replaying in your head and you already lost counts on how many nights you’ve lost sleep on that matter. 

After you’ve finally finished your seven years of education, you moved to a quiet countryside. You decided that instead of trying to forget, you should learn how to face and live with those memories and that’s why you started to write them down. At first, you could only write some harmless stories from the first or second year at Hogwarts. Then when you got used to pouring your heart out through writing, you started to write about memories about the war. 

But some memories you just couldn’t manage to write down, even though they were haunting you everyday. That was the memories about Fred Weasley. So you decided to not write about the Weasleys at all, pretending like you’ve never met any of them. If you never met him, then there won’t be losing him, right?

You knew that Fred was the only one who could let you be yourself, who could light that fire within you. But now you’ve lost him, you’ve lost that fire, and you’ve lost yourself. 

Fortunately, with the help of time, you were getting better. Especially when Scorpius was born, you felt like you suddenly saw a sense of vitality and liveliness in your life. You wanted to teach him how to love this world, even though you were still learning. You wanted to go on so many adventures with him, even though you were still not brave enough to step out yet.

You also finally decided to organize and publish your memoir. You were still nervous, but you thought you were finally ready to try. 

And this was already 7 years after the war. 

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It has been 13 years after the war now. For some reasons, Fred was the only one in the family that hasn’t got married yet. He was still working in the Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. Their little joke shop has already became the most popular joke shop in the entire European wizarding world with many branch stores. But Fred’s favorite was still the original one located at No.93 Diagon Alley.

It was a lovely Saturday afternoon today, so Fred decided to give himself a break and popped into the Leaky Cauldron.

But as soon as he stepped inside, the sight of a woman with platinum hair at the counter captured his attention. He knew too well who that was.

You turned around a little and Fred saw your face. You were still beautiful, he thought. But the pride and sharpness on your face, which he both loved and hated so much, ceased to exist.

Before Fred could even process his action, he approached you, “What are you looking for, Malfoy?” That was the first words you have ever said to him and he was really surprised that he still remembered that after all these years.

You were startled when you realized it was Fred, but you soon regained your calm. “Weasley,” you nodded at him, “I’m just...waiting for someone.”

He nodded, taking the seat next to you, “So how’s it going?”

“Not much,” you said lightly, “but you must've been busy, with the business going so well.”

“So you’ve been paying attention to me?” he smirked. 

“I don’t have to Fred, the huge figure of you in front of the joke shop is basically screaming for attention every time I stepped into Diagon Alley.” you laughed. Fred’s heart fluttered when he heard you calling his name. It has been too long, but it felt just like the first time.

“Look what I’ve found!” a little boy was screaming and running towards you. Fred couldn’t help but noticed the boy’s platinum hair and grey eyes that matched yours. The boy showed you the fake wand in his hand and you gently combed his hair with your fingers.

“Is that your boy?” Fred asked, feeling unreasonably nervous somehow. So many years have gone by, you were 31 now for Merlin’s sake. Why would he be surprised if you have already got married and had a son.

“Oh no, this is Scorpius, Draco’s son. I’m just here to pick him up for Draco. He’s busy today.”

Scorpius clearly has noticed the man who was talking to his aunt. Suddenly, he looked at Fred surprised with his eyes wide opened and shouted, “You’re the tall, red-headed man that auntie always talks about!”

Now it was Fred’s turn to look surprised. Then he smirked, “So you have talked about me? A lot?”

“Oh please, you’re not the only ‘tall, red-headed man’ in the world alright?” you laughed awkwardly.

“So it must be just another stupid Weasley, ay?” he asked, making use of those once haunting words.

“Yea that’s right! Weasley! Fred Weasley! That’s his name!” Suddenly Scorpius shouted, finally remembered what he was trying to remember this whole time, “You’re the owner of that joke shop! Are you coming up with new products, Mr. Weasley? Can I please take a look at them?”

Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at you without even needing to state his question.

“Oh Merlin, Draco must be waiting for us. We have to go now! Come on Scorpius!” Your cheeks were flushed and you tried to drag poor Scorpius with you as you ran for the exit.

But you heard Fred saying, “I’ve missed you Y/N. It might sound pathetic I know, but I think about you everyday. Merlin, everyday for the past decade! To this point, I’m pretty convinced that you’ve put a spell on me when you left.” 

You thought you could only hear him saying that in your wildest dreams. You turned around, tears were forming in your eyes. Fred was pretty sure that was the first time he has ever saw you cry.

“I’ve missed you too.”

(Part 2) Just Another Weasley

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Paradise

Summary: requested by lovely anon:

Oh goody, your requests are open again. How about either Chris or Henry meet a girl on a vacation. They hit it off as friends and they stay in touch. He invites her over for Christmas and when she’s about to leave to return home, he asks her to stay with him. I’m a sucker for happy endings.

Warning: Fluff

Word count: 2k

Title: paradise

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

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November 6th

Chris was in a huge need for a vacation. Interviews, zoom meetings, ASP, he was dying for a break. Now he finally got time to take one.

-♥-

He brought his beer to his lips, drinking it. Chris decided to come to Cancun because it seemed like a good place to relax. His eyes scanned the crowd around himself. There were people everywhere chatting with people. He thought he was the only person who wasn't until his eyes landed on you.

His stomach did a loop when he saw how beautiful you were. You sat alone, blue jean shorts on and a crop top. Your eyes scanning the crowd just like Chris's was.  The straw that was in your mouth was being chewed on and your face turned as you thought about the people around you and how much fun they were having.

You were in the same situation as Chris. You were on vacation from work, all by yourself. To be honest you were kinda hating it. But soon you wouldn't.

-

Chris was inching to talk to you. He didn't know if you were alone, but he was tempted.  He waited for a while just to make sure that you weren't with anyone before he stood up. He took a deep breath before he walked over to you. 

"Hola." As soon as Chris said that he regretted it.

You looked up at what you just heard a guy's voice. The way you almost forgot how to breathe when you saw him was quite sad. He was like a gift sent from heaven. Finer than any guy you've ever seen.

"Hi. Don't worry I speak English." You chuckled as you sat up straight. Chris smiled at you, "um I noticed you were alone and I would like to talk to you because you're beautiful - I mean I'm alone as well so you know it's um yeah."

Chris mentally cursed himself as he rambled. He probably blew his chance to talk to you. 

"I would love to talk to you." You pulled out the chair next to you. "Here sit." A smile rested on Chris's face as he sat beside you. With an exhale, he looked over at you. "So what is a pretty lady doing here by herself?"

You smiled, laughing slightly. "Well my friend demanded that I take a break from work and go on a little vacation. So here I am." You pointed to the beach that was to your left.

Chris nodded. "So…" you started. "What is a guapa like you doing here by yourself?"  You asked. Chris blushed as you spoke spanish.

"Well it's the same as you. My publicist made me go on vacation."

"Publicist?"

Chris gasped. "Yeah, I'm an actor." He whispered the last part. "Ever watched Captain America?" You nodded. "Yeah well that's me."

You were a little confused at first but then it hit you. He was Chris evans.

"Oh that's cool. Chris Evans." The way you were calm and didn't go fangirl on him made Chris feel comfortable around him. "Yeah so what do you do?"

"I work as a preschool teacher. i love working with kids." You smiled as you thought about the kids back at your school. You looked at Chris. He was smiling, his palm was pressed against his face as he listened to you. You felt your face heat up. "So why don't we spend the rest of the day together. You know so we aren't lonely."

Chris chuckled and the hottest way. "Okay. Sounds like a plan."

-♥-

For the rest of the day you and Chris spent the day together. you both talked, Chris took you to dinner at a beautiful restaurant that you definitely couldn't afford. You both told each other stories about your families, shared a few laughs, and winks with each other. 

Chris was a complete gentleman. At the end of the night you found out you both were staying at the same hotel. Chris Walked you to your room. He asked for your number which you of course gave to him.

"I'll call you later?" Chris said as he put his phone in his pocket. "Yes, of course. "You and Chris smiled at each other as you stood in silence. You both started inching closer and closer before your lips touched. 

You moaned softly as you melted into his kiss. His lips were soft against yours as they moved together. 

Unfortunately you both had to pull away for air after a while. You looked into his blue eyes. "Wow... your lips are soft." You chuckled softly. Chris looked at you. "I know. Well it's getting late. I think we should both get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

You nodded, "okay." You opened your hotel room door and walked in. Before you shut it, you waved to Chris. Goodnight hermoso." With that you shutted your door.

Chris shook his head with a smile. He didn't understand you both, he knew it meant something special. 

-♥-

Days turned into a week. You and Chris spent every day of your vacation with each other and it was fun. But unfortunately you both had to go home. 

You slung your bag over your shoulder. "I'm going to miss you." You pouted as you looked at Chris. Chris cupped your cheek. "I am too but you can call me and text me whenever you feel like. I'm not going anywhere." 

You smiled. "Okay. Well we both need to get on our flights. Goodbye Chris." You took his hand in yours. "Goodbye y/n." He kissed the back of your hand. You exhaled before letting go and walked the way to your flight. Hopefully you'll see him soon.

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December 20th

You and Chris kept contact after you both left. He would call you every day and make sure that you were doing well. Sometimes you would zoom so you could see Dodger. You loved the pups so much even though you haven't seen him yet.

You were sitting on your couch, your TV was playing a baking show that you weren't paying much attention to. Your phone ringing snapped you out of your daze. You sat up, grabbing your phone. Looking at the caller ID you saw Chris. You smile as you take the call.

"Hi Chris!" 

"Hi honey, how are you." You smiled as you heard his question. "I'm great. How are you?"

"I'm perfect. Hey I got a question." You listened as Chris continued. "Um I was wondering if you have nothing going on Christmas you can come to Boston to celebrate Christmas with me. What do you say?"

You couldn't believe it. He wanted you to spend Christmas with him and his family. You were flattered. 

"I would love to. I'll catch a flight and I'll be there. By chris."

Chris said his goodbye to you and hung up the phone. As soon as you heard the line end you squealed. You were happy to be spending the holidays with him. You hopped off of the couch, running to your room. You needed to pack.

-

Your flight wasn't long. You arrived safely in Boston in no time. The cold new England air hit you as you walked out of the airport. You scanned the roads until you found Chris waiting for you. 

When you both saw each a smile appeared on your faces. You ran up to, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his lips you miss so much.

"How are you Chris?" You asked as you pulled away. "I'm amazing now that you're here. Come on let's go to my mom's house where everyone is waiting. And it's also nice and warm."

Chris took your luggage and put it in the trunk while you got in the passenger side.  After putting your things in the back, Chris got in the drivers side. 

He drove to his mom's house while playing some Christmas classics. You smirked as you listened to him sing. He was seriously adorable.

5 minutes later Chris arrived at his mom's home. He parked in the driveway, turning off the car before turning to you. 

"Are you ready?" You took a deep breath, "ready as I'll ever be." Chris nodded, "alright let's go." Chris opened his Door, you doing the same. You walked to Chris's side and took his hand in yours. Together you both walked the short way up the stairs to the front door. Chris knocked twice before someone answered. It was Scott.

"Oh you must be y/n. I've heard a lot about you." Scott looked at Chris while giving Chris the kissy face. You chuckled softly at the two dorks. "Alright Scott cut it out."

You looked up to see Mama evans walking to the doorway. Scott moved out of the way giving Lisa her space. "How are you? Chris has told me a lot about you."

Lisa pulled you into a hug. You smiled softly as you returned it. "I'm great." You pulled away. "Well come in. Everyone is waiting for you both." 

Lisa welcomed you both inside. You happily walked in. Pictures of Chris's family hung up on the wall making you smile. You followed Chris, Lisa and Scott further into the house until you reached the living room. 

There were some people you found out were Chris' siblings and nieces and nephews. You greeted all of them before sitting next to Chris on the love seat in the corner. 

As the day went on Chris's nieces and nephews opened up presents. It made you smile watching them get excited as they opened their gifts. Kinda reminded you of your Pre-K class. 

You didn't even notice Chris looking at you every now and then. He saw every reaction you had and how easily you warmed up to everyone. He seriously thinks you're a keeper. So did Mama Evans. While you were playing with Chris's niece she pulled him away for a little chat. 

"So y/n huh? She's a sweetheart." Lisa said. Chris smiled at his mom's words. "Yeah she is. I've only met her last month, but she's amazing and I already love her." 

Lisa knew when her son was in love and this was one of those moments. She smiled as she saw Chris looking at you as you played. "Well you two can go talk while I get dinner prepared. Ask her to stay for a while. I love having her here." 

Chris nodded as he stood up. They both went their separate ways. Lisa to the kitchen and Chris to you. "Hey can I talk to you for a second?"

You looked up at Chris. "Yeah sure." You told little stella you would keep playing with her later and then followed Chris. He took your hand and led you to his childhood bedroom. Once you both were in, Chris shutted the door and turned to you. 

"Uh it's been amazing having you here." Chris walked up to you, he was beaming hard. "Can you stay maybe till new years? I don't want you to go, not yet." You smiled at Chris, the guy you were deeply in love with. "Of course. I'll love to stay here with you until then."

 Chris felt an overwhelming rush of joy take over himself. He cupped your cheek. "l love you." He whispered against your lips softly.

"Me too Mi amor."

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[shewillreadyou]

Me before You: Chapter 2- For Real

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Language, adult content, mild sexual innuendo. 

Word Count: 2458

Catch up: Haven’t met you Yet

Prompts: @theworldofprompts​ 

“Name one thing you regret in life?”  

“Well, for starters, I married you.” will appear in BOLD.

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: For Real- Amel Larrieux

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy. 

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may salute your bride.”

Savannah and her groom shared a modest kiss. 

“It is my pleasure to present to you for the very first time the Duke and Duchess of Ramsford. Bertrand and Savannah Beaumont of Cordonia.”

“Cordonia?” Riley whispered to herself.

“So I’m not crazy. Drake said he is from Cordonia. The Liam look-alike could really be King Liam of Cordonia. The matron of honor could actually be Queen Carsyn. This is insane.” 

Her thoughts raced as she tried to make connections. 

“There will be a cocktail hour in the barn,” an older woman announced.

The barn was decorated in a rustic theme, Tim McGraw’s, “I like it, I love it” played in the background and there were servers with appetizers everywhere. Quickly, lines formed for the open bars. Mack held on to Riley’s arm as they waited.

“So let me get this straight? The guy you met in New York, was Drake? Drake Walker? Like Savannah’s brother Drake? No fucking way. The world is not that small.”

“Yeah, apparently it is, he is the man I saw at the airport, the guy from the bar, the guy I’ve been texting and now he’s here.”

“Sounds like fate.”

“I don’t know if I believe in fate. More like dumb luck.”

“Miss Riley?” a server interrupts their conversation. 

“For you and your guest.”

He offers a whiskey sour and an old fashion, the signature drink to she and Mack.

“Compliments of Mr. Walker. My name is Caleb, I have been personally assigned to you for the duration of the evening. You don’t need to wait in lines. I can bring you whatever you need to eat or drink.”

“Wow, well thank you Caleb. That’s very thoughtful.” 

She tries to tip Caleb and he refuses. 

“No thank you Ma’am. Mr. Walker has already compensated me handsomely. Please let me know if there is anything else I can get for you.”

Later

The wedding party joins the guests in the barn before the bride and groom have their first dance. Riley watched from her assigned seat wondering who would end up seated next to her. The seat went empty for the first part of the afternoon. 

“That was a beautiful ceremony. You know, I have seen pictures and heard tons of stories about Drake from Savannah, but he has really grown up. He is a hottie.”

“He’s ok.”

“Wow, just ok? Huh? I’m wounded.” he says in a raspy voice. 

“Drake!”

Mack and Riley blush furiously.

“Raye. It’s good to see you again.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” she smirked.

“Sorry! Drake, this is Mackenzie, Mack this is Savannah’s brother Drake.”  

“Don’t listen to her. She was definitely pleasantly surprised,” Mack said as she extended her hand for Drake to kiss. 

Riley elbowed Mack and Drake laughed as he shook her hand. 

“Good thing I get the honor of keeping you company tonight. My seat was moved next to yours.”

He smiled and Riley’s heart melted just a little bit more. He leaned over to hug her and she immediately flashed back to their dance on the rooftop. 

After their first dance, all the guests were invited to the dance floor. “At Last” by Etta James started to play.

“May I have this dance? And please don’t tell me that your feet still hurt.”

She stood, unsure of what to do in the presence of royalty.

“Your Majesty, we have to stop meeting this way. Shouldn’t you be dancing with your Queen?”

Before he could answer, Drake slipped up behind Riley snaking his strong arm around her waist. Pulling her into his embrace.

“Beat it Li!”

“Miss me yet?” 

“Perfect timing. Small world. You didn’t say that your Mom and sister lived so close to me.”

“I didn’t think it was pertinent information at the time,” he said as he led her in a slow dance. Riley watched Queen Carsyn over Drakes shoulder, as she shot daggers at King Liam. 

“Is he always like that?”

“What?”

“Liam? Is he always so tactless?”

“I’m not at liberty to comment,” he chuckles.

“Question asked, question answered.”

“Enough about Liam. Have I mentioned how stunning you look?”

“No, but thanks for the compliment anyway.”

She smiled, getting lost in his eyes as they swayed to the music.  

After sitting and watching Drake and Riley dance and flirt for hours Mack was about ready to go.

“Ri, I’m about ready to head out.”

“Riley reluctantly said her goodbyes to Drake, not knowing when she’d see him again. 

After a short drive back to her place they arrived to see a red Jeep sitting idle in front of her door waiting. Riley looked at Mack and shrugged her shoulders. When she had said goodnight to her friend, she headed to the door. The window of the Jeep lowered, “Hey, could you tell me where to get something good to eat in this neighborhood?” 

“Drake! What-- how did you know where I lived?”

“Guestbook.”

“Well, that isn’t creepy at all.” 

“I’m hungry and thought you might be hungry too.” 

“So, where to?”

“I don’t know, I have only been here a few weeks.”

“I know a place.”

Drake gets out of the truck and walks around waving at Mack, who is still watching from her car. He opens the door for Riley and grabs her by the waist helping her into the truck.

“Really? Such a gentleman.”

He smiles as he heads back around. Mack lowers her window and says, “I took a picture of your license plates just in case she doesn’t make it back.”

“Noted.”

“Thank you. So where are we going?”

“Whataburger. I can’t get that in Cordonia.”

“What the what?”

“You’ll love it, promise and it’s on me. Seat belt.”

“Let me ask you a question?”

“Just one?”

“God no, I have a million questions.”

“Ok, I will try my best to answer them.”

She thinks of what she wants to ask first.

“What did you honestly think when you saw me today?”

“That I am not this lucky.”

A blush crept across her face as she awkwardly shifted in the seat.

“Why do you live in Cordonia if your Mom and Sister are here?”

“Work is there. Besides, I have never had a good reason to come back.”

“I see.”

 Her face betrayed her, she was feeling conflicted and defeated and it showed. They drove along the dark road quietly for a few minutes.

“So, uh, you must do important work in Cordonia for you to stay there instead of here with your family.”

“If you want to know what I do for a living Raye, just ask.”

“You told me not to and I respect your wishes.”

“Well, some would consider it important. My family won’t be here for long, Sav and my nephew are moving to Cordonia this week. I’m the lead for the King’s Guard.”

“You mean you protect Liam?”

“Yeah,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck.

Just then they pulled into the parking lot. The line in the drive thru was long so they headed inside. He held the door open for her and when they stood in front of the counter he stood directly behind her as they both looked up at the menu. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms when he noticed her shiver. 

“Cold?”

“Yeah, a little. Also, overwhelmed with this menu. Order for me?”

A mischievous grin crept across his face as he placed his suit coat around her shoulders. 

After an hour of probing conversation, many laughs, and eating a deliciously greasy burger, heavenly fries with as Drake called it “fancy fucking ketchup,” they headed back to her place. 

“Drake, I’m not ready for tonight to end,” she confessed.

“I know the feeling.”

“Come upstairs with me?”

“Riley Elizabeth Raye! What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“The kind who steals people’s personal information out of wedding guest books.” 

“Checkmate.”

“Besides, I have had these shoes on since this morning. My feet! Anyway, we can watch a movie and chat for a little while.”

“I have been told I give a mean foot massage.”

“Are you offering?”

He licks his lips and bites his lips. Her center twitched.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Why are you looking at me like you want to climb in my lap?

Her cheeks flushed red.

“You wish.”

“Enough about that, let’s talk about our first real date.”

“Who said I wanted to date a guy with no real reason to come to Dallas?”

“Whoa, that was before.”

They headed up to her apartment. He stood so close to her in the elevator that she could feel his body heat. They had a staring contest that she lost. She definitely looked away first. It was like he was staring into her soul. The sexual tension was thick and she felt relieved when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. 

“Long distance dating is not exactly something I want to pursue.”

“Understandable. I’m here now. Let me take you out tomorrow.”

“What would that look like?”

“Dallas Jazz fest is tomorrow.”

“And you just happened to know that off the top of your head?”

“I might have done some research on my phone when I learned that a certain lady whom I’d like to impress was within my grasp.”

She chortled, “you like jazz?”

“No, but if I get to spend time with you it can’t be that bad.”

“You’d do that for me?”

They step inside her place and he makes a face. 

“What is it?”

“Your place smells exactly like I expected, fruity.”

She invites Drake to sit as she kicks her shoes off. She moves around the counter and opens the fridge grabbing a couple bottles of water, a bottle of Glenmorangie, and a couple glasses. 

“Raye, this is the good stuff. It’s really expensive. Sure you’re sharing?”

“Completely, pour me one too? Be right back,” she says as she headed into her bedroom to change and freshen up.

When she returned, Drake cleared his throat at the sight of her barely there clothing change. 

They settled on the soft couch as Drake passed her the tumbler of whiskey he poured for her. She eyed the drink as he stared at her. 

“What are you looking at?”

“Your umm, outfit? Comfy?”

“Yes. Very. Should I drink this? I didn’t see you pour it.”

“Good grief, switch with me.” Drake says before raising his glass.

“Cheers, to the best reason I ever had to come back to the States.”

She bit her lip trying to contain her smile.

“Well then, after a toast like that you get to pick the movie.”

She later regretted being so generous. Drake chose FACE OFF. They started off good, he pulled her aching feet into his lap and rubbed them until she was sure she would orgasm. She pulled away crossing her legs in a twisted attempt to save her panties. 

She loved the movie but knew she couldn’t get through any of the scenes when they ran their hands down the others face to wordlessly say, I love you. So as much as she tried she sat with tears running down her face for much of the movie. The first time she cried Drake pretended to ignore it. She wiped her face on her. The next time she cried he looked at her with a raised eyebrow and the final time he pulled her into his arms and wiped her tears.

“You definitely get to pick a movie that won’t make you cry next time.”

“Next time? You really want to go out with me, huh?”

“I thought that was clear by now.”

  “Drake, can I be honest?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“I have never dated a white guy before.”

He feigned shock. Then laughed. 

“We have that in common because I haven't either. Is that all?”

“No, I didn’t expect to like you this much.”

“Have you dated a black woman before?”

“No.”

“Are you ready for family and friends to turn their backs on you? For strangers to shoot us dirty looks in public? For all of the things that come along with dating me?”

“I guess I never really thought about it. But I’d like to think that it would be a small price to pay to be with you.”

 They chatted until they both fell asleep. The sunrise plucked him from his slumber. She had fallen asleep in his arms. He watched her for a few moments fighting the urge to kiss her. He untangled himself from her and used her restroom. When he returned, she was awake. 

“I thought you finally came to your senses and left.”

“I don’t scare easily. I’m headed back to the ranch. I’ll pick you up around 6pm.”

She stood and they shared a long embrace as she secretly sniffed him trying to memorize his smell before she let him out.

Back at the ranch

“You stayed out all night. Did you get some trim?”

“No.”

Figures. You wouldn’t know what to do with all that ass anyway.

“And you do?” Carsyn interjects.

“Carsyn, I didn’t realize you were back from your morning run.”

“I knew that you wanted to fuck her. I saw the way you were looking at her at the wedding.”

Drake stands, “This seems like a personal conversation. Call me later Li.”

Liam shakes his head and turns to his wife. 

“You are always making a big deal out of nothing. I have given you everything. You knew who I was before you married Me. You are the queen. Why are you so insecure?”

Tears filled her eyes. 

“Name one thing you regret in life?”  “Well, for starters, I married you.”

Liam stormed out of the room to find Drake in the hall on the phone with Riley. When Drake sees Liam he ends the call.

“Drake Walker. Your nose is open. I know you think you like her but, do you really want to start seeing a black woman? They can be a lot.”

“Don’t be an ass Li, any woman can be a lot. But it’s different with her. She is so chill. Like it’s easy with her.” 

“If it’s so easy, why didn’t you close?”

“I said that it’s easy to be with her. Not that she was easy you, prick.”

“Just be careful Drake. You know what they say… Once you go black…”

“Li! For fucks sake.”

“I’m just saying. I’m going out tonight so if you need a trial run Carsyn will be here alone.”

“Did you just give me permission to fuck your wife?”

“Sure, everyone knows I’m not.”

“Hard pass.”

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Title: Rumor Has It {17}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Plot, Heavy cursing, HEAVY, HEAVY ANGST, Mild Time Jumps, MILD NSFW, LOTS OF WORDS, Triggering Sexual Assault Content

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY STRESSED!!

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY TEXTBOOK SEXUAL ASSAULT CONTENT BY DUBIOUS MEANS ON A MENTALLY INCAPACITATED INDIVIDUAL!!

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill? 

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

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-Chris-

In the last two weeks, he’d become a shell of himself. His life drastically changed. What was him working and traveling almost nonstop turned into him having a lot of time on his hands. Instead of traveling and having no time to be the husband he needed to be, he now had all the time in the world. He found it ironic now. Every time he stepped into your shared bedroom, he saw you everywhere. You were in the décor, the scents that still lingered around, and your items strewn around the room.

Every time he looked behind him or around a corner, he expected to see your smiling face. When he closed his eyes, he expected to feel your soft caress against his jaw or your full lips pressed onto his skin. He expected it, but the expectation was not reality. His reality was far different. His days now consisted of doing his best to keep on top of work obligations even though mostly everyone understood his need to take a step back from anything work-related. If he wasn’t distracting himself with work, he roamed around the house, being haunted by happier times. If he wasn’t glued to the bed staring out at your side of the bed, he was beating himself up over the fact that he’d caused his current reality and wishing he’d done so many things differently.

His mother stayed in town to be his moral support and moved in with Scott. They said it was just to be there for him, but he knew they didn’t think he was in any state to take care of himself. They were right. He barely ate, didn’t sleep, kept to himself, and found the sustenance he needed in beer and Whiskey. He didn’t care if they had no nutritional value; it was all he cared to ingest to his mother’s dismay. She cooked all his favorites from childhood, but none of it enticed him. What was the point, he wondered. He didn’t want lasagna or beef stew or meatballs marinara. He only wanted you.

When he pulled himself out of his internal turmoil, he was sitting outside of Christiano’s house and twisting the knife in his heart deeper. He wondered what was going on inside, wondered if you were laughing with him, or letting him hold you at nights. He couldn’t get the image of you kissing him in your hospital room or the elevator out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, it was what he saw, and from there, his imagination went rampant until he was filled with fear that turned to rage.

He’d stay in front of Christiano’s house for hours just staring at it. He didn’t trust Christiano as far as he could spit. He knew he was up to something, and he felt that somehow if he kept an eye on things, he couldn’t pull anything. At least six times, he found himself speaking to a police officer who was given an anonymous tip that he was sitting outside the house. He knew it was Christiano who’d called them to report it, and he did it to fuck with him. The first two times, he was given leeway, but the others he was told to move or else they’d fine him. He now had more than eight violation tickets because he refused to move.

If it wasn’t the cops that told him to leave or threatened fines, it was Christiano’s security who always seemed to come out like clockwork every hour threatening him to leave or else. He wasn’t afraid, and his refusal to move showed it. He knew the asshole was somewhere inside either peeping through a window or watching on the video feed like the Lord Farquaad he really was. Every chance he got, he made sure to give the house a middle finger.

Every time he called you, the majority of the time, you didn’t answer. Instead, it was Christiano who did. He always sounded like the cocky fuck he was. Every chance he got, he goaded him into losing his temper, and when he was irate and fired up, he’d end the call. When he called, and Christiano didn’t answer, it rang endlessly. On a few occasions, you answered, but he was so surprised by it that he never found the right thing to say. What did you say to your wife that didn’t remember you in any shape or form? He could say he loved you or missed you. He couldn’t apologize. He couldn’t talk to you like you were old friends. All he could do was sit in silence with the knife twisting deeper until you hung up.

The doorbell snapped him out of another hour of aimless staring into space. He was alone tonight. Scott and his mom were at Scott’s house after he blew up at them, telling them to leave him alone. It wasn’t his finest moment. Slowly, he trudged to the door with a bottle in his hand; it was his normal accessory now. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ana’s smiling face. He couldn’t help but sigh out. He’d hoped it was you.

“Hi, Ana.”

She gave him a once over then frowned. “You look horrible.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said before he turned to walk away. The clink of her heels on the marble was the indication she was following him. A few moments later, he dropped onto the couch and brought the bottle back to his lips.

“How many of these have you had?”

“Lost count. What’re you doing here? I’ve told you that you don’t have to keep coming here.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I thought we were friends.”

He didn’t answer; he just studied her trying to access her motives.

“Friends don’t let friends go through a tough time alone. I come bearing a home-cooked meal and company.”

He sighed again while taking another swig.

“I have plenty of food, and I don’t need the company.” It was rude, but it was honest.

Ana frowned before she sat beside him on the couch. “Look, I know you’re going through something really tough. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I don’t think you should lock away and—wallow. You have to keep going.”

“Ana, I appreciate you coming by these last two weeks with food and checking on me. You’re kind to do it, but it’s unnecessary. I wish everyone would just give me some space. Everyone hovers and tiptoes, not wanting to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing as if them avoiding the huge elephant in the room makes it so I don’t see it. I see the fucking elephant. My fucking wife is not here! My wife has no fucking memory of me. As far as she’s concerned, I’m some stranger from the street!” His frustrations were bubbling to the surface.

She didn’t speak for several moments after that. He was glad for it. Lately, he’d been looking at her with a new suspicious eye. He had all the time in the world to see things that either didn’t add up or just came off strange. He never thought Ana’s behavior was suspicious before, but now everything had a hint of awkwardness. He’d begun to wonder if you’d been right all along, and she was harboring some crush on him. Before, he saw her friendliness and willingness to help and be around him as a kindred spirit situation, but now, it was possible he might have had been wrong.

“Chris–,” Ana began before he cut her off.

“It’s not a good idea for you to here like this. The paps are camped out a block down and have constant eyes on the house. The last thing either of us needs is for you to be snapped coming in or out of here. Honestly, I think it’s best that we stay clear of each other by giving each other some space.”

Her jaw dropped for a split second, and along with it, he saw the anger flash through her eyes. As quickly as it happened, it disappeared. She took a deep breath and brushed her slick ponytail back as if there was a hair that was misplaced from the perfectly done style.

“Chris, we’ve done nothing wrong.”

“That’s not what it looks like to the public and the fans. Twitter is on fire over this. My name, your name, and Uriah’s name has been trending for two weeks. This is all anyone can talk about. They all think we’re having an affair.”

“It’s not true, though. We’re not fucking each other, so who cares!”

Her shout was loud and shrill. This was the first time he’d seen her lose her temper, the first time he’d seen a crack in the perfect demeanor she always displayed. Again, Ana brushed her hair back as she cleared her throat. In seconds that perfect façade was back.

“I’m sorry. This is stressful for all of us,” Ana offered.

“Then, space is definitely needed. I’ll walk you out.” With that, he stood and walked out of the family room toward the door. Ana didn’t immediately follow; several moments passed before she even entered the hallway. As she approached, he could see her disappointment and annoyance.

“Chris–,” she began.

“I know Ana. I just—I’m angry and frustrated and honestly at my wit’s end. I don’t want to live in this reality anymore.”

She must have sensed there was nothing else to say, so she nodded. He opened the door for her to walk through, and once she did, he promptly closed it. It hadn’t even been a month, and he was already falling apart at the seams. He had no idea how much longer he could go on in this new reality.

The alert for his phone sounded in the eerily quiet house. As he approached it, he expected it to be another update from the private investigator he was paying to look into everything or even his mother or Scott checking in for the umpteenth time today. When he saw the ID as “Jackass,” his eyes nearly got stuck in the back of his head from how hard he rolled them. As he opened the message, his heart dropped.

MSG Jackass: I thought it was a good idea to get Uriah out of town so she could properly heal.

“Son of a bitch!”

He was in his car in seconds though he knew he’d been drinking that day. As he sped to Christiano’s house, he didn’t feel impaired. That text sobered his ass up in record time. He was in such a sobering mind-frame that he obeyed every light and traffic sigh though his instincts said to run every light he came across. As he drove, he used the audio recognition in his car to call Christiano back to back. Each call he placed was ignored, and he knew it was him ignoring it rather than missing the call.

When he pulled up outside of his palatial home, he pounded on the gate.

“Christiano! Open this fucking gate!”

He didn’t feel the wrought iron underneath his hand, or much of anything besides anger and fear.

“Open the gate! Uriah!”

He saw two burly security guards approaching the gate as if they had all the time in the world.

“Where is my wife!?”

“You again? Look, man, we’ve told you that you’re not welcome here,” the one with the goatee croaked.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m welcomed or not. My wife is in there! Do you hear me? She’s my wife. Where is Christiano? Tell him to bring his pathetic ass out here!”

“If you don’t stop banging on the gate, we’re going to have to call the police again.”

“Call the police! Where is the son of a bitch!”

“He’s not here.”

The two guards looked back, revealing a slender woman dropping in designer everything. Her strawberry blonde locks were framing her face that looked sad.

“What do you mean he’s not here? Where is my wife?!”

She approached the gate nodding to the guards silently telling them to back off.

“I’m Christina. I’m a friend to Uriah.”

“Christina—White?”

She nodded.

“Where is my wife?”

“She’s not here. Her and Christiano left an hour ago,” Christina informed.

“What! Where did they go?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Look, I told him it was a bad idea. I told him that he should keep her here because, at the end of the day, she’s your wife. He didn’t listen. He never listens. He’s always been a fool when it comes to her,” Christina divulged.

“So you’re telling me he has my wife somewhere in this world, and no one knows where she is or going?”

His panic quickly raised. He’d never felt this out of control in his life. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears as he turned his back to the house.

“He won’t hurt her if you’re worried about that. He loves her too much for that.”

“Son of a bitch!”

~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

 You walked through the airport toward the gate to board the waiting private jet with your hand planted in Christiano’s and your shades on. You could feel the eyes on you, and you even felt as if those who watched you were whispering about you. It shouldn’t have been anything alarming you’d been in the public eye for a few years and knew how this felt. The only thing was this felt different somehow.

“Is it me, or is it like they’re whispering more than usual?”

Christiano quickly looked around before he shrugged and squeezed your hand.

“Nah, they’re just blown away by the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You smiled widely and allowed him to press a kiss to your forehead. Once you got to the gate, Christiano greeted his flight crew and did all the talking. You liked how he always took control of a situation. It meant you didn’t have to worry about a thing when you were with him. Over the last two weeks, the two of you had been wrapped in a bubble at his house. You didn’t go out or even make an attempt to do anything but spend time with him. For some reason, you felt as if you hadn’t been together in months. Almost immediately from your release from the hospital, you began to feel sick as if something was off with you.

On a whim, you had a security guard bring you a pregnancy test which came out positive. You had no idea what to think or how to feel. You knew you’d always wanted kids, and the thought of kids with Christiano was something you’d thought about over the years you’d been together. You knew you and the baby would be well taken care of. When you told Christiano, he looked speechless, and for a few minutes, you feared he didn’t want the baby, but he assured you he did. From there, you were in this elated bubble at the thought of impending parenthood with the man you loved.

It had become apparent to you that you were missing some time in your memory. The therapy sessions that Dr. Diallo suggested was more than therapy for people involved in traumatic accidents. You’d pieced together that there were holes in your memory. When you asked Christiano about it, he filled in what he could, always stressing how much he loved you and how happy you were together. You didn’t doubt it. You knew he loved you. You remembered that there were a few times you’d suggested a break from each other because of the intensity of that love. It was always ion the back of your mind, but he was the perfect man toward you.

“Ready beautiful?” Christiano spun you to him, pressing his palms against your ass, pulling you flush against him. The touch felt familiar but also foreign as if somehow it wasn’t right.

“Of course.”

“I can’t wait to get you on that beach.” You smiled and allowed him to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t quick or timid as the once from the last two weeks. Christiano’s tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours unexpectedly. Though it felt strange, it also felt normal. You couldn’t wrap your head around the competing feelings and senses.

When he pulled back, he retook your hand and led you through the gate to board the jet. In a few short minutes, you were rolling down the tarmac and wheels up, gliding through the air to some surprise tropical island. You allowed yourself to mellow out drift to sleep. As you slept, your dreams were strange. You were in places you’d never been before, seeing faces you’d never seen before and having conversations you had no recollection of until you were sucked into a black hole. The darkness clung to you, but your hearing was that much more in tune. As you began to panic, the sound of a familiar but unfamiliar voice comforted you and spoke the sweetest words.

“I love you, Riah.”

 “I don’t think anything could have stopped me from marrying her. It was inevitable.”

Whose voice was it, you didn’t know. The only thing you knew was you liked it.

When the jet landed, and the chauffeured car pulled up outside a beach house, you were exhausted and in need of a bath and a nap. Your nap on the jet wasn’t enough, especially since it left you highly on edge and confused. Christiano’s beach house was gorgeous. According to him, it was a new addition to his collection of properties, one he said he didn’t visit much but knew you’d like. He gave you a quick house tour before you finally got to take your bath.

As you sat in the tub, the sound of the breeze rustling the palm trees, and the chips of the birds mixed with the soft crash of the waves onto the sand outside lulled your senses into a mellow state that had your mind completely blank. This was a first. Since you woke up from your accident, your head always felt as if it was reaching for something. You didn’t know what it was, but it never stopped, not even when you slept. When you slept, it only seemed to intensify its search. This usually meant you awoke feeling as if you’d never slept.

With your brain quiet and your muscles melting inside the water, you finally felt yourself beginning to enjoy your surroundings. Time stood still but flew at the same time. Before you knew it, Christiano was standing over you holding a towel.

“You’ve been in here for a while. Are you okay?”

“I’m great. I think I dozed off.”

“Are you ready to come out?”

You nodded and stood in the tub. Christiano’s eyes widened as they slowly roamed over your naked, dripping body. He didn’t move, and the look on his face was one you didn’t recognize. You worried you’d already gained weight from the pregnancy, and he didn’t like it.

“I know I look—different—the baby–,” you began before Christiano quickly wrapped the towel around your body, holding you against him.

“You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life, and you will always be that woman,” he whispered while staring in your eyes before he pressed his lips to yours to scoop you into his arms.

Christiano intensified the kiss as he carried you through the house. When he placed you to sit on the bed, your heart lurched, and it felt like panic or fear. Christiano pulled back, but before he could speak again, a phone rang. He sighed out and assured you he’d be back before he walked out. Relief filled you, and that was strange to you. You didn’t understand why you felt relieved the moment had been interrupted or felt panic or fear once he put you on the bed.

Pushing it to the side, you went through your after-shower routine and dressed. When you reemerged from the bedroom, Christiano was placing plates on the table on the balcony that overlooked the beach. The two of you had a quiet dinner.

As the days ticked by, the two of you enjoyed everything the island had to offer. You went sailing, snorkeling, sunbathed on the beach, ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. There were several times you caught Christiano’s eyes on your body and even a few times where you placed his hand on your belly that was beginning to make its appearance. When he touched your belly, his eyes always looked sad, but it was a look that was quickly gone to be replaced with his smile. When you brought it up, he assured you he was just worried he wouldn’t be a good father. His admission made melt. He always came off so self-assured and confident in everything he did. It was your turn to assure him he would be an amazing dad because of how he took care of you.

Every morning he prepared your breakfast. A breakfast that always consisted of a part of the food groups from the food pyramid and four pills he identified as a prenatal vitamin, Iron, Vitamin E, and Vitamin C.  You found it sweet that he wanted to take such good care of you. It was a side you’d loved about him since meeting him. Every time you kissed, they got longer and longer and more intense than the last. No matter who initiated the kiss, you were always the one to pull away from it.

Something always felt off. Something inside of you wouldn’t let you get there with him, and you didn’t understand it. He’d been nothing but good to you. He hadn’t mistreated you or done anything hurtful that would give you right for the pause. Still, every time Christiano’s lips touched yours, your psyche fought back. Excruciating pain usually always followed with an echoing scream in your head. By the time a week had passed on the island, you could tell Christiano was beginning to get frustrated with the constant back and forth though he swore he was fine and wanted you to move at your pace.

You found your hands always on your burgeoning stomach, just tracing along it, envisioning the baby inside of you. You’d thought about kids in passing, but never as if it would actually happen. You felt as if you should have been terrified, but you didn’t feel any fear. You felt content, ready. You now loved to spend mornings just lying in bed, feeling your stomach, and envisioning life as a mom. You couldn’t believe this was life now, but you wanted it more than anything.

“Ready for bed?”

You turned around from the vanity you sat and saw Christiano toward you. He wore no shirt and sweat shorts that were low on his hips. He looked good.

“Yeah.”

Christiano took your hand, kissed it, and led you out of the vanity room to the bedroom. Once inside, the two of you slinked underneath the covers. When Christiano slid to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you hesitated but only for a few seconds. With your hesitation, Christiano brought his lips to your temple to trail kisses down the side of your face to your jaw and down to your neck. Once there, he capitalized on knowing your spot and teased it with soft kisses. As he continued, you both remained frozen, unable to move. Nothing was preventing you from moving, but you felt as if you couldn’t.

When Christiano’s lips dropped to your cleavage at the swell of your breast, you clutched the sheets in your hand for dear life.

“Are you okay?”

Nodding vigorously, you did your best to keep the panic out of your eyes. Cristiano kissed you gently, coxing your tongue to play with his. When you allowed him in, Christiano’s tongue wrapped around yours as he sucked it. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of you using his hands to caress your exposed thigh. The hand you envisioned was not his, though. In your mind’s eye, you saw a large hand gripping your thigh before it pushed along your skin up to your hip to pull down your underwear.

As quickly as you envisioned it, it disappeared, and you were underneath a hardening Christiano. That fact was what had you pulling away from him. When he looked at your face, he must have seen everything you felt. The disappointment in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. Christiano sighed, dropped his head, then nodded as he rolled off of you to lie on his back while staring at the ceiling. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was small, a whisper.

Christiano didn’t respond right away. You weren’t sure he would. A full minute ticked by before he spoke.

“It’s okay, little dove.”

You sighed, hearing his nickname for you. Relief flooded you.

“Let’s get some rest,” Christiano suggested ending any conversation.

You knew he was frustrated with you. How could he not be? Glancing over to him, you saw he still laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The look on his face was unreadable. Slowly you rubbed your belly and closed your eyes. It was quickly becoming a comforting mechanism for you, one you found yourself doing more and more since your arrival on the island.

The next morning you woke up alone with Christiano nowhere to be found. You didn’t know what to think, but you didn’t feel any panic. You felt relief. It was yet another thing that you didn’t understand. Why did you feel relief knowing he wasn’t there but panic when he was close? As you ate breakfast, your thoughts drifted. You thought about life before waking up in the hospital, this new life you found yourself in, and the one that was waiting in the future. While you felt as if you were getting back to normal, you always felt like none of this was normal. You didn’t feel normal. The ringing of a phone brought you back to reality and sent you on the hunt for where it came from.

You found the phone in Christiano’s bedside table.

“Hello?

The line was silent, but you just knew someone was there. You repeated your greeting, but your voice was lower than before.

“Riah.”

You didn’t know if it was the name or the way the voice sounded, but your heart raced, and your belly fluttered. You felt something familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. Somewhere deep inside of you, you knew you’d heard it before. You knew this was not the first time you’d had this reaction.

“Who is this?” Your voice was even shakier.

“Me,” he whispered.

Everything in you was fighting, but you didn’t know what it was fighting for? Was it against something or for something? His name was at the tip of your tongue.

“Ch—Chris?”

“You know me?” He sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. For some reason, you wanted to ease his pain, but you didn’t know how.

“No.”

He sighed out and sniffled. The realization he was crying weighed heavily on you, so heavy you had to drop to the bed to sit.

“I miss you so much.”

The words meant something to you, but what? The words made you feel, but what? As you were opening your mouth to speak, you heard a door close.

“Little dove?”

Quickly you ended the car and put the phone back into the nightstand then hurried out to greet Christiano, hoping he didn’t suspect anything. You felt as if you were a cheating wife.

Christiano made all your favorites for dinner that night, and the two of you ate surrounded by a sea of candlelight and flowers. You worked hard to keep your head in the present and not on the way Chris’s voice sounded or the effect it had on you. You were curious, but you also knew that curiosity was like opening Pandora’s Box. What if you’d cheated on Christiano and he didn’t know? That was your biggest worry right now. You wanted to bring it up to him, but the ramifications were what stopped you.

After dinner, you sat on the beach watching a movie from the projector and sipping apple cider. Without warning, Christiano stood, allowing your feet that were in his lap to drop to the sand. He turned to you and held his hands out for you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Take my hand.” Slowly you slipped your hands into his. Christiano lowered his head to your hands and kissed the backs then dropped to one knee in front of you.

“Oh my god,” you began. You wanted to leap out of your skin and run down the beach. That was your true first instinct.

“I love you, little dove. I’ve loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you. We’ve been through so much together. There was a time that we didn’t know what was next, a time both of us went through a lot. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you. You’re my everything, Uriah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you—with our—baby.”

Your tears rolled down your cheek, and you couldn’t help but slide closer to him.

“I don’t want to know what it’s like to live a day without you. I don’t want to do it. Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?”

You remembered a time where you wanted him to ask you more than anything. You remembered a time where you’d even planned the kind of wedding you’d want and imagined your name with his last name. Though you knew all of that for a fact, you hesitated with your response. You also remembered another voice asking the same question. A voice you’d heard before. Both voices echoed in your head one over the other until you heard nothing but the words. It was deafening. After a minute the silence returned and you were finally able to breath. You saw Christiano’s panic, and from his panic you tried to calm your own. 

“Yes.”

It took him a few moments to move, but when he did, he threw his arms around you and hugged you so tightly. The two of you giggled together like lovestruck idiots who’d just taken the biggest leap for mankind.

“I love you so much.”

His lips were soft and tasted like the Bourbon he’d been drinking. This kiss wasn’t a timid one, it was one that spoke of his love and passion for you, but you also felt his possessiveness. It was stronger than usual. When he pulled his lips back, he sat you down and held out papers.

“What’s this?”

“Remember when we began dating, and you found out that Christina and I would have a prenup for any future spouses?”

You nodded.

“That’s where I was today. I wanted to get them taken care of. This is my love for you. I want to forgo the prenup. I want us to move forward with nothing between us. All you have to do is sign this, and what’s mine is yours.”

You studied him half in disbelief he’d do this and the other half in awe that he’d go against his family and do this. You took the papers, opened them, and began to read them. Almost instantly, Christiano dropped onto his knees again and kissed you.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife—Mrs. White.”

Hearing the name, you giggled on his lips and returned his kisses as fervently as he gave them. The two of you got lost in kisses for a few minutes.

“Hurry up and sign them so we can be the three little Whites.”

You smiled widely and took the pen he offered. Without reading the documents any further, you signed your name without even looking. Instead, you stared into his eyes. Once you’d finished, you threw your arms around his neck. Christiano lifted you and spun you around, making you giggle like a little girl. You walked along the beach hand in hand, admiring the colossal diamond ring he’d planted on you and just imagining the life you had before you.

A few hours later, once you returned to the house to shower and climb into bed with Christiano beside you with his arms wrapped around you. You don’t know why you woke, but when you did, you were alone in the bed. You looked around and found the room empty. Slowly you walked through the house looking for Christiano. You were sure he wouldn’t leave you alone this late at night, especially since he’d already taken care of the business of couriering the paperwork off the island.

When you turned the corner leading to the living room, the lights were off, but you heard whispers. Your footsteps slowed, and you pressed your back to the wall and listened.

“That wasn’t part of the plan. You’re fucking crazy. you could have—still, it was not the plan.” He sounded angry and spoke as if he wanted to yell but was keeping it down. “It’s been handled. I sent him a little surprise or a present. It is your move.”

You had no idea who he was talking to or what he was talking about. You stepped out of the shadows and into the glow of the moonlight.

“Tino?”

Christiano quickly spun around with his hands behind his back.

“What’re you doing up, little dove?

“You weren’t beside me, and I heard voices. Is everything okay?”

Christiano scoffed and smiled as he approached you.

“Yes, perfect. I was just making plans to start our beautiful life together. You and me.” He kissed the tip of your nose.

“You, me, and the baby,” you corrected. Christiano’s jaw clenched, but it was a quick movement before he smiled again.

“Of course. The three of us. Everything I’ve ever wanted in life.”

You smiled and let him lead you to the bedroom. Once inside, you slipped under the covers again and allowed him to kiss you. as he kissed you, you felt the urgency of his kisses and the need coursing through him. His moans echoed in the room as your fingers danced across his bare back. When he rolled onto you, you didn’t freeze this time, and you didn’t hesitate when you felt his need.

From there, Christiano’s movements were deliberate. He kissed where he knew you liked, but it didn’t feel quite right. As he sucked your skin and undressed you, you ignored the strange feeling you had. It was a feeling you assumed cheaters felt. You felt like you were somehow cheating. It made no sense. The man you loved was above you kissing you, licking your skin, and pleasing you the way he knew how. This was the man you were going to marry, the man you were going to make a father. Because it made no sense, you pressed forward.

After a while, both of you were naked. Christiano kissed your temple, then went to your ear.

“I love you, Uriah. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You smiled and caressed his jaw and brought his face to yours. You wanted to stare into his eyes. They were filled with so much emotion, but there were things there that you didn’t recognize. Christiano dropped his lips to yours and kissed you passionately before he thrust his hips forward, joining your bodies.

You clung to him and shook as you heard your name panted in your ear, only it wasn’t Christiano’s voice you heard. As he moved inside of you, your moans and pants melded together, but your head was fogged with images of things that couldn’t have happened. The faster Christiano plunged in and out of your heat, the quicker the images flashed in your head. The louder his grunts got, the louder your moans became. Soon you felt as if you were close, but no matter how close you were, something was holding you back. This felt right but oh so wrong. He felt like yours, but you didn’t feel like his.

“Chris,” you panted without a thought. You said it again and again like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

Christiano’s thrusts became sloppier, and his grunts rougher.

“Yes, Uriah, you’re mine. Yes!”

“Chrissss!”

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Lee’s Afternote: Yikes. Are you guys okay? It’s okay to be pissed at me. I understand. 

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[mel-the-fangirl]

Always You

Armie Hammer x Reader

Words: 3,372

This is just a self indulgent thing I wrote to get myself back into the swing of writing stuff. This is actually the first thing I’ve finished in a long ass time so it probably sucks but it’s something! 

DISCLAIMER: I am not claiming to know anything about what went on in Armie’s marriage, this is all fiction. I have nothing against his wife, once again, this is just fiction.

Please like, reblog or leave me a message! Thank you!

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The California sun beat down on you uncomfortably, matting your hair to the nape of your neck, but you endured it just so you could take in the house before you. The glare of the stark white wall made it hard to look at but you couldn’t help but admire the way the entrance arched around the front door.

Through the small wrought iron window on the door, you could see the courtyard, lush bushes and bougainvilleas of every vibrant colour dotting the perimeter.

You hummed thoughtfully. 

"Not up to your standards?" 

"Surprisingly enough," you spun on your heel and looked up at him. "These are exactly my standards." 

Your eyes traced his impressive height until you were gazing at the floor. 

"Right down to the hand painted tiles." you muttered, eyebrows raised

Armie laughed, throwing his head back, "Wait till you see the inside." 

The inside was even better. Natural, earthy tones were perfectly contrasted by the vivid colour of the Spanish tiles, everywhere you looked there would be a cluster of them in just the right spot.

He talked animatedly, his long arms swinging and gesturing all over the place. His blue eyes were bright and you moved from room to room trying to keep up with his huge strides. 

"This is your room." he stated, throwing open the arched wooden door with a flourish

You knew what to expect, of course. Ever since he came to you asking for ideas on how to design his new home, your shared Pinterest board was focused exclusively on Spanish Revival but seeing it in the flesh was a whole other experience. 

"Armie…" you trailed off, gripping his arm tightly

It was a dream come to life. A dream of a spacious, immaculately clean room with white walls and warmly coloured rugs, a giant bed with your recommended bedspread and number of pillows all in order (you couldn't believe he actually paid attention to the Pinterest board).

"Do you like it?" he asked you, placing his large hand on yours

"Like it? I fucking love it, Armie! Oh my god!"

You raced to see the bathroom and nearly died and went to heaven, if you weren't already there. 

A classic, tiled bathtub was tucked into an alcove that took up most of the far side of the wall. The drawers and the sink were all set in rich, dark wood and it all smelled vaguely like jasmine. 

"Oh, yeah," you nodded approvingly, already picturing yourself in the tub, overcome by bubbles. "Hell yeah." 

Armie looked at you with a goofy grin on his face, he reached out to squeeze your shoulder, "I'll grab your bags, why don't you hop in there? I'm making dinner, you just relax." 

"You said the magic words." you grinned back at him

He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his soft lips and the subtle smell of his aftershave caused your heart to skip a few beats. 

A feeling of dread began to cloud over the bliss that came before. You clasped your hands together tightly as he walked past you, he stopped at the door, the top of his head almost grazing the frame. 

"Y/N?" 

"Yeah?"

"I am so glad you're here." Armie winked at you and shut the door behind him, leaving you sucked in a whirlwind of your own increasingly frantic thoughts

You stared at the closed door, his kiss on your cheek still tingling. 

"Bath." you declared to no one in particular, hoping that once you were done, all your worries and anxieties would go down the drain with the suds. 

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You woke up with a start, the water in the tub sloshing around as you roused yourself from sleep, that bath must have really done the trick. Night had already fallen, it was pitch dark and only the scented candles you lit illuminated your surroundings.

Outside, the palm trees swung from side to side, back and forth in an erratic dance, big fat drops of rain fell noisily onto the ground, painting it in a silvery sheen. A full blown storm was raging beyond the French casement windows. How long were you out?

You ran your hand along the wall to turn on the lights but when you flipped the switch, nothing happened.

A blackout. Of course.

You dressed quickly in the dark, hoping nothing was inside out.

"Armie?" you called out, shutting the door behind you

As you walked through the house in the quiet darkness, with only the sound of your slippers on the tile and the pouring rain as your companions, you couldn’t help but feel a little scared. 

The longer you thought about it though, the more you were convinced that it wasn’t the fact that you were walking alone in the dark that was scaring you, it was the thought of being completely alone with Armie in his beautiful new home. 

You paused just a few steps shy of the kitchen. Frank Sinatra’s smooth baritone trickled out of the massive arched doorway.

“The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.

My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?

I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.” you heard Armie sing along

His voice was like velvet, rich and deep and soothing. Try as you might, you still found yourself drifting towards him. Don’t get it wrong, your heart was beating three miles a minute but you felt like you were on autopilot. Next thing you knew, you were standing in the doorway.

He moved with ease, swiftly reaching over to the spice rack and back to the pot before him. Entranced, you watched as he dipped a finger into his creation and promptly placed it in his mouth, he nodded approvingly and finally lifted his gaze to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

Neither of you spoke. 

"So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly…" Sinatra continued to sing, seemingly giving you instructions.

Armie closed the distance between you until you were almost chest to chest. 

"Dance with me?"

"The power's out." you deadpanned, losing your train of thought as he wrapped your arms around you

"I know, that's why I lit candles. So, will you dance with me?" 

Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around his torso. He swayed slowly, squeezing you gently.

You rested your head on his warm chest, smiling as he hummed along. This felt good, too good. Your heart tightened in your chest, desperate to hold on to this memory of you and him.

"Oh, shit. The soup." he cursed, pulling away just as steam began to rise from the pot on the stove

The illusion shattered like a porcelain statuette meeting a marble floor. You were brought back to reality and you felt very cold all of a sudden. 

"Y/N, take a seat. I'll bring it all over." he began ladling soup into a smooth wooden bowl

The dining table was long and rectangular, made from dark wood to match the rest of the items in the house. An elaborate candelabra stood in the middle, projecting all kinds of shapes across the room. 

"Now," he set a steaming bowl of fragrant soup in front of you. "Eat up. You're freezing."

"Thank you, this smells amazing."

You expected him to take the seat across from you or at the head of the table but instead, he sat next to you, his leg almost brushing against yours. 

"Hope it tastes as good as it smells." Armie remarked, watching you like a hawk as you took your first sip

"Mmm," you smacked your lips and smiled at his nervous expression. "It's good! Six stars, no joke. Don't look so nervous, Armie, it's just me."

He dragged his teeth along his lower lip and stirred his spoon in his bowl. You would never be "just you" to him, you never were. Something in his heart always made him want to impress you, be around you. It was one of the first things he and his ex-wife argued about.

But you didn't need to know that.

Clearly, this stormy night was going to be spent by candlelight. Romantic, sure, but dangerous. Both of your secrets and words left unsaid hovered over you like shadows, waiting to be revealed. 

Eventually, you settled back into your usual routine with Armie. Catching up, playfully critiquing his movies that you've seen, much to his embarrassment. Then finally, an opening to ask the question you've been dying to ask. 

You set your wine glass on the table, tracing the lip of your glass with your fingertip. "So, are we going to skirt around it all night, Armie? Or are you going to tell me what happened?"

He sucked in a deep breath, wiping both his hands on his lap. He’d been expecting that, of course. You two haven’t seen each other in a year but you never lost touch. When the news of his divorce broke out, you expected to be the first person he would call, but he never did.

“Well, Y/N, uh,” his long fingers scratched at the back of his neck, "I got divorced because I had an affair. Nothing physical happened but, well, you know.”

A year ago, Armie’s marriage had been slowly but surely falling apart, it was falling apart way before the word “divorce” ever crossed their minds but they both held on, for the children. Until, they couldn’t. When all sorts of headlines and far-fetched gossip made the rounds, he took it all, nevermind that his ex-wife had her own issues, all people wanted was to take a shot at him and he let them. He didn’t really care what anyone else had to say.

The trouble was, everything was different for him when you were involved. He hung his head low, keeping his eyes on his lap. 

“Chin up, Armand.” you reached over to brush your knuckles against his chin, “I didn’t come here to judge you.”

“What are you here for then?”

"I’m here for you."

"You've always been there for me." 

A moment passed. Two, three. Mere seconds but it felt much longer. When your eyes met it felt like you were finally seeing each other for the very first time. 

Armie’s palms had become slick with sweat and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He gulped down a glass of water to fend off whatever was going on with him.

"So, uh. How's that guy you've been seeing?" he casually draped his arm over the back of his chair even though he wasn't feeling casual at all.

"Well," you exhaled, smiling ruefully at him. "That's been over for months now." 

He was absolutely floored. His eyes widened to a size that could rival the bowl in front of you and his jaw almost hit the floor. You chuckled into your shoulder.

"Damn, Y/N. That's the second one this month." he clicked his tongue

"Armand, I don't think you're in the position to judge. " you looked at him meaningfully, cocking your head to the side

"Heh. Touché."

You ate in silence while trying to ignore the way your heart was trying to break out of your chest. Talking about your love life was dangerous territory. 

"Can I just ask you something though?" Armie put his spoon down and turned to you

"Look, I know I'm not exactly Dr. Love right now but, what's going on, Y/N? You know I’m always here if you need to talk."

He was so genuinely concerned, you could see it in the way he looked at you. It’s a shame he was the reason behind all your failed relationships. This really wasn't how you pictured telling Armie you had been in love with him since you were teenagers. In fact, you didn’t think you were going to tell him at all.

Before you could even stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. 

"I've actually been in love with one man my entire life." 

"Whoa! Whoever he is, he’s a lucky guy. To have the Great Y/N Y/L/N hung up on him." the corners of his lips were quirked up in a soft smile but you noticed that it didn't reach his eyes

"Oh, he was lucky for a while," you gripped the side of your chair until your knuckles turned white

"Everyone adored him, saw how talented he was. His life was picture perfect."

Why you were saying all this to Armie, he had no idea. It stung a little, knowing that you were hung up on someone else but he was definitely used to you overlooking him by now. 

"But he.. He's going through a bit of a rough patch now. He's.. He got a divorce," 

He squared his shoulders and weaved his arms tight against his chest, his eyebrows knitted together. 

Finally telling him the truth terrified you but you'd gone this far, there was no turning back. 

"Uh, yeah. He got a divorce and he hasn't seen his kids in months. It was so hard on him and he didn’t even talk to me about it but… I love him."

Saying it out loud was oddly therapeutic.

"I love him," you said louder, feeling the adrenaline course through your body. "I've loved him ever since I first met him. I loved him when we became best friends,"

"I loved him even when I had to sit and watch him marry someone else. I loved him when he told me he was going to be a dad and he cried on my shoulder because he said he was so afraid he'd mess it up,"

Armie uncrossed his arms so abruptly, the face of his watch clacked against the table. His eyes were wide, filled with questions. 

You nodded, answering the most obvious one. Tears began to sting in your eyes and sobs spasmed in your throat uncomfortably. But still you went on. 

"I loved him even when… Even when I watched him build this beautiful life with his beautiful wife and children. Even when all I could do was stand by and try to be okay with knowing that I was never going to get to be with him the way I wanted. "

Your shoulders shuddered with each shaky breath you forced through your lungs. You didn’t dare look at him, you kept a hand over your eyes as you cried.

And like hell did you cry. You cried for all the lost time, the missed opportunities, the longing looks, the what if's.

"I… Jesus. All this fucking time, Y/N." he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut

Like he couldn't even stomach the sight of you. 

"I should've kept my mouth shut." you shook your head and got up

What were you thinking?

Did you honestly think it was a good idea? What did you expect would happen? That he would take your face in his hands, thumbs skimming lovingly across your cheeks? Did you honestly expect that he would finally press his lips into yours and everything would fall into place?

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen to dramatically pack up your things and see if someone was insane enough to give you a ride home in this storm, Armie reached up to grab hold of your arm.

“Don’t… Just,” he huffed, shoulders deflating, “Just don’t walk out, let’s-let’s fucking talk about this, Y/N.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything, Armie. Let me go and we can just forget I ever said anything.”

“I don’t want to forget, Y/N!” Armie suddenly exploded, rising from his seat

All six feet and five inches of him loomed over you. You had to crane your neck just so you could look him in the eye.

“Okay. Alright, let’s get this over with then.” you dragged the wooden chair back, its legs squealing noisily against the floor

You planted your hands firmly on the top of the chair, using it as a shield between you and him.

Armie regarded you with caution, “You’re not going to throw that at me, are you?”

“Can we get on with this?” you snapped

"Alright then," he ran a harsh hand over his face, "Why." 

"Why what." 

 "Why now!" he yelled, raking his hands roughly through his hair, “Why not back then when things were less fucking complicated!”

"It was too late, okay?! You were already with Elizabeth when I figured it out and I didn't wanna ruin things for you. There was never a good time.”

He stepped toward you, placing his hands on the chair next to your own, “We spent half of our goddamn lives together, Y/N! You never found a good time then?”

You looked at him. You've looked at him for half your life basically. His classically handsome face, the crinkles by his sky blue eyes that were present even when he wasn't smiling, the lines that were carefully etched into his tanned skin deepened as his brows remained pushed together.

"I didn't want to lose you! Okay?! You're fucking right, we spent half our lives together and there was no way I was going to risk going through the other half without you!"

"We could have spent the rest of our fucking lives together, Y/N. Right from the fucking start, that's what I'm trying to tell you. Right from the start, it could've been just you and me." he retorted, his voice threatened to crack

The magnitude of his words began hitting you, wave after wave. 

"We were both goddamn cowards. Now look at us," he threw a hand in your direction then at his chest, "Serial Dater and Divorced Cheater."

Silence stretched miles between you, neither of you had any more words to squeeze out of yourselves, you felt raw, exposed.

Your hand went numb from gripping the chair too tightly, you wandered over to the kitchen sink to hold it over running water but you ended up sitting on the floor with your head heavy in your hands.

To say that this wasn’t what you bargained for when you accepted Armie’s invitation to see his new house would be the understatement of your entire life. You turned his words over in your head about a dozen times.

Didn’t you get what you wanted? There it was, all laid out for you, what were you waiting for? 

Armie sighed, settling down on the floor next to you. He took your hand, the one that was just beginning to wake up, and massaged it in his.

“Can you look at me?”

You did as he asked, lifting your eyes to his. He was smiling, it was hard not to smile back.

“Hi.” he planted a kiss on the back of your hand

“Hi.” you replied, looping your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder

The storm continued to sweep through and the wind shrieked outside but for the first time that night, you felt completely calm despite the big question staring both of you in the face.

“So now what?” you asked

“Now, I think I should reheat dinner.” he got up and extended his hand to you

Was he fucking with you? That really wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you tried not to let your disappointment show. Once your hand was in Armie’s, he pulled you to him, one hand cupped your cheek while the other landed on the small of your back.

“May I?”

His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from yours. You looked up at him, nodding almost imperceptibly but he didn’t miss a beat. He  kissed your cheek first, then your forehead, making your eyes flutter shut. You were so close together, you wondered if he could feel your heart pounding against his chest.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” you whispered, hands already snaking around the back of his neck

Armie bent down slightly, nuzzling his nose against yours as he shook his head, “I think we’ve both been waiting long enough.”

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[korra-the-red-lion]

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind: thoughts.

I just finished watching Nausicaä and man, do I have some thoughts. It’s been quite a while since I first watched the film, honestly I can’t remember the last time I have. It was almost like watching it for the first time. I remember it being one of my favourite Miyazaki films, but I’m pretty sure it secured itself as being one of my favourite films as of today.

First of all, this movie came out in 1984 and it is absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking scenes of animation fill this movie with life. This style of animation is something Studio Ghibli became famous on. Stunning, just stunning. It still holds up to this day. There are so many great scenes, but the two the stick out most in my mind was when the spores were falling from the sky while Nausicaä sat under the shell of the Ohm’s eye, and when the plane of the Tolmekians is boarding the plane of the Pejite people and the clouds are spraying everywhere. 

Now, to the meat and potatoes of the film. As with most of Miyazaki’s films, there is themes of anti-war and respect for nature and the environment. Nausicaä is a character so full of compassion and love, it’s almost painful to watch as she is constantly beaten down in some form or another. But, she always stands by her beliefs and never gives up hope for a better way, and I think that it utterly beautiful. She’s a complex character who goes through a series of major life changes in a 2hr movie. The themes of environmentalism is sprinkled throughout the film with Nausicaä discovering that there is a reason for the insects and the forest. The earth is heavily polluted, with the suggestion that industrialization is the cause, and that the insects are the only thing stopping humans from further destroying what is left of earth. We see similar themes in Princess Mononoke. Miyazaki leaves the message that people need to let the earth heal, but they also need to help the earth heal, as they were the ones to have caused the damage in the first place. 

The anti-war sentiment comes from all sides of the film. Some film critics have noted that there is no true villain of the film, and I am inclined to believe them. Both the Tolmekians and the Pejite people do horrible things throughout the movie. There is no wrong side, in a sense. This is Miyazaki pulling from the Buddhist ideals again. Greed and fear cause the soul to become ill, and one must be cleansed from those burden of sins for them to understand how to become better people. Princess Kushana fears for her people, fears for herself, and what will happen if she the Ohm and other insects roam free. She fears the Pejite people when the have Giant Warrior in their possession, and her greed of wanting that power causes the most fights in the movie. The Pejite people are not much better, as they fear the insects and the Tolmekians, and their greed for wanting the Warrior backs causes them to goad the Ohm into attacking reletively innocent people. Only Nausicaä, with her compassion of all, is able to help these people understand that they need to let these burdens free, and help cleanse the soul. She convinces both parties to step aside, and to leave each other and nature alone.

Which brings me to the symbolism of Nausicaä’s clothing throughout the movie. This was so subtle and brilliant, in my eyes at least. She wears blue throughout most of the movie. It’s only when the brunt of the fighting starts that she changes from blue to red. Then, near climax of the film, her red dress becomes stained with the blood of the baby Ohm and becomes blue once more. The Ohm when angered have their eyes turn red with rage, and become blue once they have calmed down. Nausicaä wears red when their is conflict all around, and the air is filled with rage. The red she wears represents the rage of the planet. Humans should not have tried to bring back the Giant, nor should have they caused needless conflict amongst themselves. But, once the people realize the Ohm are about to crush them in their rampage, they all stop the fighting. This is when Nausicaä’s dress becomes blue once more, representing that the fighting is done and that the rage will soon subside in the Ohm. Therefore, peace will return to the planet once more and the focus can now shift to rebuilding the earth. 

There are many layers to this film, and it’s astounding to me that this is basically the movie that started the company for Studio Ghibli. The animation, the artistry, the music score, the voice acting, everything. This movie is just wonderful, and I think anyone can enjoy it. Please watch it if you haven’t yet.

Feel free to comment or reblog to share your thoughts. I love a good chat!   

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[elesianne]

Tolkien Secret Santa Advent Calendar Day 7: Massage

A Silmarillion fanfic for @officialtolkiensecretsanta​ Advent Calendar

Summary: Fingon has ridden to Himring in unpleasant winter weather, and Maedhros plans to make him feel better.

Rating: At the upper edge of Teenage. There are references to sex and innuendo, but no actual sex.

Word count: ~780; Read on AO3 here.

'What horrid weather. I don't mind the snow but the wind made it truly unpleasant', Fingon grumbles, striding to the fireplace as soon as he steps into Maedhros's bedchamber. Maedhros can see him shivering again after the walk from Himring's great hall and its roaring fires to the room at the top of a tower.

Maedhros watches with half amusement, half concern, as Fingon lets himself crash onto the chair in front of the fire. Cold weather brings Fingon to bleak moods sometimes.

'I appreciate you making the journey here in the middle of winter', Maedhros says as he pushes the bed-furs and blankets to the foot of the bed and begins gathering the things he needs for his plan for the rest of the evening. Three kinds of oil, a soft towel.

'I missed you. I wanted to spend midwinter with you, even if it is the worst weather for travelling.' Fingon smiles at him over his shoulder, and what can Maedhros do but go kiss him before pulling back to return to his task.

He appears to have misplaced one of the oils. No matter, Fingon will surely not mind not having a selection of scents.

'Come here', he says, and Fingon comes.

'Not that I ever mind an invitation to your bed', he says with a yawn, 'but I must warn you, I am tired and stiff from my first rough ride of the day. The second is unlikely to be the stuff of your daydreams.'

Maedhros gives him a crooked smile. 'You surprised me by coming here before spring. It is more than I dared dream of.'

After another quick but passionate kiss he strips Fingon of his clothes, efficient but for a few lingering touches, a longer one at a new scar.

'Regarding your stiffness', Maedhros says, and rolls his eyes when Fingon snickers, 'I have a plan. Lay down on your front.'

'Certainly. That suits me well today', Fingon says, amiable but with a twinkle in his eyes.

'Are you comfortable?' Maedhros asks when Fingon has lain down, head pillowed on his arms.

'Mm. I would have liked a few more kisses, though.'

'Later', Maedhros promises, moving to sit on top of Fingon's thighs. He reaches for the chamomile oil and pours a generous amount on Fingon's back.

'My dear beloved', Fingon says with bemused, amused patience, 'I would not have thought that we were apart so long that you forgot that you need to take off at least some of your clothes, too, and that the oil goes… elsewhere.'

'Stop craning your neck', Maedhros replies. 'I'm giving you a massage.' He begins, spreading the subtly scented oil on Fingon's back, enjoying the warm expanse of firm muscles under smooth skin under his hand. He gave much better massages when he had two hands but he knows that Fingon still enjoys them.

'Ooh', Fingon groans in realisation and, Maedhros hopes, enjoyment. 'So you're taking care of my stiffness this way.'

'For a start', Maedhros says. He has six brothers. He can make dirty jokes with the best of them.

While Maedhros works his slow way across Fingon's back and thighs and arms, finding little knots of tension everywhere, they talk, updating each other on the more private things that they could not discuss in Maedhros's hall.

As the minutes pass and Fingon's tense muscles loosen one by one, his words grow slow and not twenty minutes later they come to a stop, the last few falling from his lips quiet and blurred.

'We'll talk tomorrow', Maedhros murmurs gently as he presses the heel of his hand to one of the last stubborn knots. 'Just relax, Fingon.'

Fingon mumbles something into the pillow. By the time Maedhros judges his work done, the mumbling has turned into snores.

'Darling', Maedhros says with amusement as he stoppers the vial of oil. He wipes the excess oil from Fingon's skin with the towel and covers him with the softest of the blankets and a warm pelt.

Maedhros goes to feed the fire so that it will keep them warm all night in spite of the icy gale outside, undresses and joins his beloved under the covers.

Fingon rouses when Maedhros lays his head on his shoulder.

'I am sorry that I fell asleep', Fingon mumbles, putting his arm around Maedhros, the weight of it warm and sweet on him as always. 'I didn't mean to divest you of a more shared pleasure.'

Maedhros kisses his shoulder. 'You didn't', he says. 'There'll be time for that kind of pleasure on days to come.'

'Mm.' Fingon turns his nose to Maedhros's hair. 'Yes. What better is there to do in winter, after all?'

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A/N: Thank you for reading! If you liked this little fic, please feel free to comment/reply and reblog :)

Banner photo by Chelsea Shapouri on Unsplash.

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[youarejesting]

Limited Edition.3 Burger

[FULL MASTERLIST] [Limited Edition Master list]

Beta: N/A Rating: All audiences Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure. Pairing: Bts x Friend!Reader Words: 1.3K

Summary: It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will recieve a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

"Anything else?" You asked them, holding in a bright smile and suppressing several squeals. They were just so adorable they could fit on your palm. You had to remain somewhat serious while these tiny men, they were still adults.

So you made sure to discuss their order with the utmost professionalism. Each agreeing to eat one burger between themselves and share a small sprite on Hoseok’s insistence.

Taking the phone you added something for yourself and hurriedly placed the order. You knew you could eat their leftovers and save yourself money, but you weren’t that close yet and thought it too intimate. “It will be here in fifteen minutes, in the meantime. I have to make a grocery list.”

You pulled out a pen and paper and started writing down your usual things like milk, bread, meat, cereal but you froze. Would they get sick with the sudden change of diet, what was their usual meals in Korea. 

“What do you boys want to eat?” They thought for a brief moment before shouting out some suggestions.

“Kimchi fried rice”

“Samgyeopsal”

“Seolleongtang”

Freezing in place, you didn’t know how to make any of these things. As you wrote them down, Seokjin must have noticed your confusion and touched Jungkook’s shoulder. He gave the younger boys a look trying to calm their enthusiasm.

“We would be happy with whatever you make, we can’t expect you to know how to cook all these things” The eldest assured you, the boys all deflated looking embarrassed.

“I like spaghetti” Jungkook looked up hopeful and you wrote it down with a smile. That you definitely knew how to make.

“Steak” Namjoon grinned then held out his small hands in defense “Only If it is not too expensive”

While you waited for your food to arrive, you began thinking about where they would sleep and what they needed to live. They would have to go to the toilet and shower and so much more. You didn't know how this would work. Wanting to give them independence and privacy whilst also wanting to protect them from harm. Heaven forbid any of them, got hurt, or drowned in the toilet.

The food arrived, breaking you out of your thoughts. Everyone all gathered around, You unwrapped their burger and sat watching them while enjoying your own meal. Taehyung excitedly ripped open a ketchup sachet and proceeded to splatter sauce everywhere.

They all froze mouths hanging open in shock, the ketchup splashed across the bench. Pressing your lips shut tight you tried to hold yourself together. They turned to you as a collective trying to gauge your reaction, but you turned away unable to hide the shaking of your shoulders.

“Are you upset?” Taehyung’s voice a feeble sound, as he placed his hand on your elbow. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“We will clean it up” Jimin called and they tried to grab a napkin from the bag, Seokjin and Jungkook grabbed the napkin at the same time and Jungkook ended up pulling too hard and Seokjin ended up tackling Jungkook.

You couldn’t hold it in. Laughing hysterically the tears flowing, you walked away with your hands on your sides. “I don’t think she was mad” Hoseok giggled taking a bite of the burger and pointing. “She has a cute laugh though.”

After lunch shenanigans, you were lost in thought once more. How could you bring up such an issue, like toileting and showering they were not only celebrities but they were boys.

"What do I do about your toilet and shower habits, I don't mean to be weird.” You blushed, “it's just, I don't want you getting hurt falling into the toilet or basin or anything"

They blushed "Oh, we will figure it out. Please do not worry."

"I might be able to make something" you hummed and began brainstorming. “Can you hold on for a little while while I make you some toileting facilities?”

“Actually I have to pee?” Hoseok blushed, you wondered how you would go about this, when they all nervously admitted they needed to go as well.

“We can just go outside we are boys” Namjoon assured you, scooping them up, you carried them outside. Turning around to giving them privacy in the grass. You were humiliated for them but what else could you do?

“I am so sorry, I will make something work”

“Please do not stress we are boys and human just like anyone else”

“Except now really tiny” They looked at each other and you bit your lip snorting, “Sorry I have been holding it in but, you are all so cute, anyone this small would be”

They seemed to relax watching you slowly grow comfortable enough to talk more freely. Giving them your iPad you sat them on your bed with a plate of the few leftover snacks from your pantry. They were quick to open Netflix and argue over movies. 

“Watch this one.” You selected one at random “Not only does me choosing the show stop you arguing, but I also want to watch it, so you have to report to me if it is any good. I will be back as quick as I can be, please don't get hurt”

Racing to the mall you went into a multitude of shops. The first was the most important a toy shop, where you bought a dollhouse one that had working lights. At the craft warehouse, you bought a bunch of fabric, foam, and elastic. From the town’s hardware store you purchased a large length of thin black hose, silicone, thin metal, and some thin balsa wood. After that you quickly walked the grocery store, before you driving home exhausted but excited.

You had never been so creative in your life but there were so many videos and tutorials only, especially for mini cooking so when you got home, you immediately got to work. You began by modifying the dollhouse bathroom adding tiny black hoses as piping. You added little pipes to a few water bottles you had outside of the house the bottles would act as little water tanks.

Once the bathroom was done you began on making their beds taking the simple bed frames and painted them. You got up stretching your back, neck, and shoulders before heading out to make a small amount of dinner which was some cheap ramen. Making sure to test the dollhouse lights, it was a success but the rooms were so old fashioned. 

The cupboards attached to the walls had working drawers and each had a few clothes hangers inside. You removed all the dolls and moveable furniture and began making mattresses out of foam and covering them in some fabric. You were so thankful for the sewing machine you had inherited from your grandmother and the few pillowcases you had made in home economics back in school.

In no time you had made enough beds for the seven and with the leftover foam two long couches. You used the extra fabric to make curtains and yawned checking the time. It was midnight and the boys were asleep on your bed. You pressed on, you needed this to be complete for them, they were real adult people despite their size and wouldn’t enjoy being treated like babies.

You took the time following a tutorial and eventually made a working stove that worked with a tea light candle you had fished out from your emergency kit. Looking over the house you knew you couldn’t get everything done before morning so you decided to make everything look pretty. 

You took different paints and painted the rooms soft colors, made the beds, and with a few popsicle sticks and string you made them tiny pictures for above their beds. Happy, that they came with clothes so they would have enough to wear without you making more things. You weren’t ready to make clothes that small.

Setting the dollhouse securely on your large computer desk, it was three am and you were covered in wood chips, paint, and glue. Deciding it was best if you had a shower before bed. Taking a hot shower to work the aches and pains from your neck, you could have almost fallen asleep under the all-encompassing stream of hot water.

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