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firefly-in-darkness · 3 years

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Proud Popsicle

Pairing → Dad!Stucky x Daughter!Reader (platonic)

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Y/N visits her Dads after her holiday with her partner

Word Count → 1.4k

SSB2021 Square Fill → Dad/Daughter Dance - @star-spangled-bingo

Warnings → Fluff.

Betas → @daydream3r-xo // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → I couldn’t help myself with this fluffy piece and Steve being such a mother hen and proud husband.

Firefly’s Masterlist // Star Spangled Bingo 2021

It was the first time you’d seen your parents after returning from your holiday and you were beyond excited to spend the weekend with them, telling them all about the adventure you and your partner went on and catching up on all theirs too.

You rushed out of the taxi and eagerly into the arms held open wide, burying your head into the chest of your Pops. He chuckled at the tight hold you had on his waist and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi, Pops.” You mumbled into his chest, then looked up to him. “What time will Bucky be back from work?”

You were sure that Steve’s blonde locks and beard were peppered with more greys since your last visit a month ago. But his blue eyes still shone as bright as the day that he brought you, a quite eight-year-old, home from the adoption centre with Bucky.

It was Bucky that had spotted you at the orphanage, shy and playing on your own with some old raggedy toys. He always comments at family gatherings that it was the wild yet stoic look about you that drew him nearby. You were like a feral child in your own little world, he’d tell his closest friends.

It was the moments that you weren’t with family or friends that were hardest for Bucky, you’d grown used to it and didn’t bat an eye when people stared at his prosthetic arm, and you’d always help him through a panic attack from the crowded spaces. You didn’t care that your Dad caused a scene - he was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and he needed love and support around him. He had put aside his fears and given you the life of your dreams.

“He should be home in about half an hour, he took a half-day just to see our girl.” Steve beamed and picked up your suitcase. “Come on, I’ve got lunch ready and Auntie Nat is already here.”

You squealed and rushed through the front door and down the hallway to the kitchen. Your favourite aunt was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar with a beaming smile and waiting arms.

“Pops didn’t say you’d be here. When did you get back from Europe?” You threw your coat onto the dining table behind them.

“Last week. Clint and I completed the merger for the business earlier than we expected so we immediately jumped on the opportunity to come home.” Natasha explained. “It’s been a long eighteen months and I needed to see you guys properly. Not on a tiny cell screen.”

You were excited to hear everything about your aunt’s security firm’s expansion and what it was like to live on the other side of the world, but you were interrupted by a sandwich being placed in front of you by Steve. Stomach grumbling at the sight of your favourite filling.

“Steve was just showing me the wedding video,” Natasha smirked.

You groaned, “Not again. Are you seriously still showing that Pops? It’s been two years.”

“Nat hadn’t seen it,” he explained, to which you just raised your brow, knowing full well that she attended the ceremony and you’d sent a digital copy. Steve then added, “in person.”

You chuckled, “okay, what part you up to?”

“When Bucky joined us for the father, daughter dance.” Steve beamed; his chest puffed with pride.

You carried on eating your sandwich, “Well-”.

“Don’t eat with your mouth full.” Steve reprimanded as he started to walk out of the kitchen, “and hang your coat up when you’re done.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at your Auntie Nat for defence.

“Don’t look at me honey, you’re an adult and married now.” She put her hands up and followed Steve.

In a flash, you threw your coat on the hook in the hallway and took your sandwich into the lounge, sitting cross-legged on the couch between Steve and Nat. Both focused on the images playing out on the wall-mounted television.

The swing band, hired by your parents, began playing Moonlight Serenade, you hooked your arm through Steve’s as he guided you onto the dancefloor for the Father, Daughter dance. It was already planned that Bucky and Steve would walk you down the aisle together and then the dance was with Steve. Bucky wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle being up there and you accepted that because you wouldn’t put your Dad in a difficult position. Especially after everything he went through from serving for his country.

You made sure to hook the loop at the bottom of your dress before Steve brought you into his arms. It would be just your luck that you’d trip over the flowing skirts as he led you around the dancefloor. The pair of you swayed together, and both caught the adoring stare of Bucky as he watched them from the top table.

You cupped Steve’s cheek as tears glistened in his eyes, “What’s wrong, Popsicle?”

Steve chuckled at the nickname that Tony Stark had encouraged from the moment they met, “I’m just so proud of you sweetheart, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, but please don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured.

“I know,” Steve sighed, a huge smile taking over his features. “I’m sorry that Bucky couldn’t join us.”

You shook your head, matching his smile, “He took me down the aisle with you, that’s what any girl would want of her Dad. Plus, we agreed, this was more your thing than his.”

Steve pulled you closer, and you tucked your head against his chest. Relishing in the magical moment, the love and fear of being separated by marriage had been weighing heavy on the three of them but it had only made their bond stronger.

You both must have closed your eyes and gotten lost in the music because the sudden tap on your shoulder had you both pulling away, startled at the presence of someone joining you.

Bucky smiled, holding out his hand, “Can I join you, doll?”

Excitement surged through you and you jumped into his arms, wrapping them around his neck and nuzzling his neck. You missed the looks between your parents, their silent conversation as they both pulled you into their hold and finished the dance as the family unit you would always remain.

“I love you Dad.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, honey,” Bucky responded with a kiss to your forehead.

You looked over to Steve at the sound of the sniffing but then you realised it was Natasha who was also crying on the other side, you chuckled at the sight of the pair of them. Former hired bodyguards and security detail, strong and independent people, sobbing at the wedding video.

The sound of the front door opening and closing stopped your internal laughter, and you jumped out of your seat, knowing that your dad was finally home from work. You waited for his call, the one he’d done every day, from the moment you were officially theirs, and he never intended to stop.

“Honey, I’m home. Where’s my Princess?”

You walked into the hallway then sprinted to him, “Dad!!”

Bucky staggered backwards then held you close, “careful sweetheart, I’m not as young as I used to be.”

You pulled away and looked at your Dad, eyes wide in shock, “you cut your hair.”

“Do you like it?” Bucky sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Yes, it looks great.” You hugged him again, “Pops is watching the video again. Used the excuse of Auntie Nat seeing it in person.”

“Ugh, the punk.” Bucky chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway.

“I heard that!” Steve yelled from the lounge, “I might be getting old but my hearing’s still intact.”

“What?” Bucky responded. All they could hear was Steve grumbling and Natasha’s laughter. “Now, what has my partner in crime been up to?”

You’d forever deny that you always watched that part of your wedding video, with tears in your eyes too, whenever you were apart for more than a few weeks. You were the luckiest daughter ever and you couldn’t be prouder to be theirs.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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More than my property

Summary: Steve is torn between keeping you his dirty secret and being a good financèe for another woman.

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, abo, abo dynamics, mobster au, claiming, knotting, scenting, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Steve, mentions of cheating, unrequited love, sad reader, scared reader, dominant Steve, mentions of mobster business, unplanned pregnancy, arguments, violence against a door

A/N: Prompt was AU angst/smut with Steve so I chose to make him a mobster and an Alpha.

Words: 3,3 k

6000 Followers BINGO CARD theme: AU (He’s a mobster in this)

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“Steve, you need to leave, please.” Only opening the door wide enough to poke your head out you try to not give in to the blue-eyed Alpha. “Go back to her, Steve. I can’t do this any longer.”

“Y/N, let me in.” His voice soft, but determined Steve presses one palm against the wall to poke his head in. “You’re mine…”

“No, I am not and that’s the problem, Alpha. You come here for over three years and use me whenever you are in rut as your precious Peggy can’t give you what you need, as you can’t make her bear your lust and your dominant side.” Sniffling you wipe the tears with your sleeve.

“I will not repeat myself, Omega. Let me in.” Full dangerous mobster and dominant Alpha now Steve tries to make you submit once again. “Y/N, you are still my girl.”

A high cupped sob leaves your lips and the tears fall even harder. “I am not your girl, Stevie…” Your nickname for him leaving your lips let his features soften for a moment.

“She is. When you are with her, living your glamorous life I am long forgotten till your next rut.”

“Omega, you are my precious girl, but you know I can’t go public. This is not…” Sighing Steve tries to make you see his position but this time, you can’t give in.

“Yeah, sure…” Glancing up at the tall Alpha you give him a cracked smile. “The poor student living in a shady apartment is not worth being showed. I am only your dirty little secret, but I can’t stay unclaimed forever, Stevie. I need more than you can give me…” Sniffling you hand him the phone he gave you.

“It’s yours…you can’t just…” His eyes land on the small bag with the few things he gave you as you drop it to his feet.

“Nothing is mine, Steve. I love you…” Steve’s heart beats faster at your confession. “…but it breaks me to watch you leave every time you had what you came for. There are no cuddling or loving words after; only before to lull me into the illusion you care for me, but you don’t care at all…”

“I care…a lot…” Shaking your head you point toward your upper arm. You are wearing an oversized shirt so you can easily shove the sleeve up to show Steve an ugly bruise. “Who did this?”

“Last week, an Alpha grabbed me and tried to touch me. He could as you weren’t there…” Sobbing you shove the sleeve back down. “I called you Steve, three times as I felt someone following me, but you refused to take my call.”

“I was at a meeting…” Steve lies, you can see it in his eyes. “I am so sorry, doll…”

“No, you’re not, Stevie. I needed your help, but you were out with her. With the woman, you have repeatedly told me you are not in love with but…” Grabbing the magazine you toss it into Steve’s face.

“Y/N…” Laughing bitterly you shake your head.

“You hold her hand, kiss her cheek on those pictures. This doesn’t look like an arranged engagement Steve. This looks like you coming to me to shelter your Omega from getting hurt during your ruts as she’s precious to you and I am disposable…”

When the door slams shut Steve knocks repeatedly, but you lock the door and walk away.

“Punk, you look like shit. Was the sex bad this time?” Teasing his friend Bucky looks up at your window and his throat tightens. He can watch you wipe away more tears and it let his heart clench in his chest. “Shit…”

“What? She rejected me, sent me away, Buck. Y/N believes I only use her during my ruts or something.” Grumbling Steve looks at his hands. “Said I do not care at all.”

“True, Steve. Look at the shithole she calls her home. It’s shady and even worse, dangerous for an unclaimed Omega.” Blinking Bucky watches you close the curtains.

Wide-eyed Steve looks at his friend, gulping a few times. “I thought it’s not that bad.”

Snorting Bucky shakes his head. “Steve, only as no one got killed next to her apartment doesn’t mean she’s safe here. Smirking Bucky licks his lips as Steve slams his hands onto the dashboard.

“How do you want to know, Buck? I haven’t seen her for months…oh…” Glancing at his friend Steve snarls. “Right, you were watching her for me.”

“As ordered I made sure your girl is safe. Good thing I followed her or that Alpha would have done more than scaring her.” Bucky growls in response. “I brought her home and made her tea.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She asked me not to do so. The poor girl went out to eat ice cream and got attacked.” Rubbing his forehead Steve looks up at your window.

“Maybe she found someone else and that’s the reason Y/N wants me out of her life.” Grumbling Steve looks at your apartment once again.

“When, punk? I can tell she only leaves for work or to study, comes back here and stays at home. She only left to visit a bookstore and to buy groceries…” Looking at his notebook Bucky flips through the pages.

“Oh, on Friday she was at her doctors’ practice again and that’s it. Y/N doesn’t have the time to find an Alpha…” Bucky exclaims.

“Wait…doctor? Is she sick? What kind of doctor did she see?” Panting Steve takes the notebook out of his friends’ hands to have a look at your doctor’s name.

“Gynecologist. She goes to her every few weeks as much as I can say. Isn’t that normal?” Blinking Bucky must watch his friend jump out of the car to run toward your apartment. “I guess not…”

“Y/N, Omega!” Growling Steve slams his fists into your door. “Open the door or I’ll kick it open.” Frozen to the spot you start shaking as Steve gets more aggressive.

“I will destroy it!”

“No…” Whimpering the word you want to rush toward the bedroom, but the door flies open as Steve used all his strength to get into your apartment.

“Omega…” His eyes land on your belly and you wrap your arms around your body, shaking in fear as the angry Alpha steps closer.

“Mine…” With shaking fingers Steve wants to reach out for you but you instinctively flinch away to protect your pup.

“Steve, she’s frightened of you.” Closing the door, well what’s left of it Bucky tries to calm his friend. “A pregnant Omega is vulnerable and easily frightenend when an aggressive Alpha threatens her pup.”

Hearing Steve knows about the baby you look up at him in fear. Tears spill out of your eyes and your lips start to quiver.

“Please don’t hurt my baby. You don’t need to feel responsible. It’s my fault…” Sniffling you try to steady your body as your legs threaten to give in. “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

“Y/N…god…” Steve’s arms wrap around your scared form and you bury your face into his chest. “I won’t harm you or my pup, doll.” Shushing you Steve nods at Bucky and his friend silently leaves your apartment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Whimpering you shudder as his hands move up and down your back. “I…I know my place, Steve. I am only an easy lay for you and men never marry the side-girl. They stay with the rich and pretty woman at their side.”

“You’re mine, Omega. This is my pup, and no one can have you.” Having Peggy by his side had its advantage but here is the Omega he wants, pregnant with his pup.

“I…I am not yours, Stevie. You need to go before the landlord calls the cops and everyone gets to know you were at my apartment.” Pointing toward the destroyed door you try to part your body from Steve’s.

“I’ll handle this on my own like everything else over the last three years. It’s not that I ever felt like I am having an Alpha…” A low snarl leaves Steve’s throat and you gasp as he presses you against the wall.

There is a dangerous glint in those blue eyes, and you look at the door, asking yourself if you can make it for a run or not.

“Don’t you dare to think to get away from me, Omega…” Teeth gritted Steve looks at you. “You are mine, my property…”

“I am nothing you can own, Mr. Rogers. I want you to go now…” In an attempt to get him off you, you press your hands weakly against his chest. “I can’t be with you any longer. You are going to get married in three weeks according to the magazine…”

“I won’t give you up.”

“Shall I be your whore or rather a dirty secret for three more years? Shall I tell your son he’s the result of your need to get off? What shall I do, Stevie?” Sniffling you ball your hands into fists.

“What can a woman do when the man she loves doesn’t love her back?” Crying bitterly, you refuse to meet Steve’s eyes. “Tell me and I do so…”

“I want you to go to your bedroom and wait for me. Bucky will stay and make sure you are safe. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Don’t you dare to run away from your Alpha.” Steve’s face is stoic, but his eyes are softer now.

“I’ll make you see you are more than my property.” Pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your neck he hums against you. “Eat something and wait for me, pretty girl. I promise to come back as fast as possible.”

You nod in agreement, wanting nothing more than for Steve to leave. If only Bucky is around, you might have the chance to sneak out when he’s not looking.

“You know…” Smirking Steve cups your cheek to press his lips to yours. “Bucky will not let you go. That punk knows you are my girl.”

“Stevie…” Pecking your lips again he purrs for you and for a moment you let him pretend he’s genuinely interested in you. “Just…”

“I’ll be back…”

“Can’t you just let me go? I could sleep at my mom’s place or something…” Whining you look at Bucky who sits right in front of your door, a big grin plastered all over his face.

“Nope. Can’t do so, doll. Sit on your couch, eat the food I brought and tell me about the pup.” Bucky is a nice guy, even saved you but right now, you want to strangle him.

“Please, Bucky. You know he doesn’t even like me. Steve only used me to get off.” Sniffling you fall onto your couch, slamming your fists into the pillow. “I can’t hide in the shadows only for him to feel like a potent Alpha able to knot two Omega’s…”

“Doll…” Sighing Bucky points toward the food. “Eat something, Darling. Stevie will be back soon, and you can talk to your Alpha.”

“NO! I can’t!” Yelling you toss the Chinese food at Bucky, but he is faster and dodges your attack.

“Don’t you get it, Bucky? He’s not my Alpha and never will be. I am only a valve to release some pressure. Nothing else. Maybe he even plans to take the baby away from me and give it to her…” Spatting the words you glare at the tall Alpha. “He never said it…”

“Said what, doll?” Getting up to sit next to you Bucky searches your face.

“I told him that I love him, Bucky. He never said it back. That’s what I am to him. A thing he can own, use and let rot in a corner till he wants to play with it again. For over four months he didn’t even call…”

“Y/N, we had a lot of shit going on over the last months. The was an attack and we had to strike back. Steve, he ordered his best man to look after you.” Smirking Bucky looks at you. “Me, doll.”

“Why should he do this when he didn’t even answer my call that night?” Voice cracking you look at the mobster next to you, waiting for his response.

“Stevie, he’s a complicated man. Very dominant, very powerful and dangerous. With Peggy, he’s always cold and only touches her to make sure everyone believes she’s the obedient trophy she should be…”

“Trophy?”

“Steve, he took over her father’s empire and she was the most priced possession. Stevie doesn’t feel passion or love for her. But with you…” Bumping his shoulder against yours, Bucky snickers.

“Did you see how his shoulders slumped every time you rejected him?” Chuckling Bucky glances at Steve entering your apartment. “Girl, you’ve got that tall and dangerous man wrapped around your pinky. Now let him kneel and earn your forgiveness…”

Bucky leaves the apartment and you look at Steve who fights with a huge bouquet of roses. “I…uh…” Clearing his throat Steve tries to tame the dominant Alpha. “I want to congratulate you on having my pup.”

“That’s not…” Glancing at the flowers you want to snicker, remembering Bucky’s words. “You can congratulate Peggy when she conceived your pup.” Lips pursed you watch Steve getting closer. He’s cursing under his breath and you snicker this time.

“You see…I … I set Peggy free. Her father agreed to give me one more club and she was allowed to go home.” Scratching his chin Steve sits next to you. “I will let Sam pack your stuff and you will come with me…right now!”

Done with playing Steve wraps you into the blanket on your couch before he picks you up to carry you out of your apartment.

“Steve! Stevie let me down!” Wiggling in his grip you snarl at him but the mobster shrugs, nodding at Sam on his way out.

“Get all her shit! Do not forget anything and then, bring it to the Mansion. I’ll have to check on my pregnant wildcat.” This time Steve snickers, and you shiver as his hold on you tightens.

“Bucky is right, you have me wrapped around your pinkie, but you will do as your Alpha says from now on. No more talking back. The moment I put my mark on your neck, you’ll have to submit to me.” Purring he nuzzles your cheek and you can feel your body react to his strong scent.

“I…I never said I’ll let you claim me…” Stubborn you purse your lips but Steve ignores your ministrations to fight him. While Bucky opens the door to the backseat for Steve you wiggle in his grip but it’s useless.

“Wildcat for sure…” Snickering Bucky watches you fight his friend. “You have a lot of work to do to tame this Omega…”

“I’ll make her my good girl tonight. I bet she will purr like a kitten for me…” Smirking Steve nips at your shoulder and you slap his cheek. “You will regret you hit your Alpha…”

“No…” Gasping you feel his hold tighten once again and you know the dangerous look he gives you is his final warning. “You left me alone…”

“I had my reasons, Y/N. Now act like an adult and sit on my lap. Be a good girl…” Snarling he watches you wiggle on his lap until you finally find a suitable position. His large palm presses your head to his chest, and you don’t fight the mobster.

“Much better, Y/N. You will learn to follow my orders…”

Scrambling away you feel two strong arms drag you back toward the edge of the bed. Before you can fight him Steve reveals your swollen belly. He’s purring at the sight and his lips place a soft kiss above your belly button.

“You smell so good, doll. Missed you, your scent and this tight little cunt wrapped around my knot. Do you know how hard it was not to come to you?” Shaking your head, you watch Steve drag your panties down.

He’s vibrating against you before he dives in to nuzzle your mound. “Had to stay away to make sure no one hurts my girl.”

“Stevie…” Gasping you feel his tongue lap at your slick folds. “Please…just…” Your body is ready to give in, craves nothing more than the closeness of your pup’s father.

“Look at this pussy, made for me and waiting to get filled…” He’s lazily sliding his tongue through your folds, not giving you enough to find release but to make you whimper with every stroke of his skilled muscles. “Say it and you will get what you need…”

“I am yours…” Cursing you spread your thighs and Steve crawls between your legs to nudge at your slit. “Alpha…”

Two fingers pressed to your lips Steve smirks, just slowly sliding his digits into your mouth as he lines up with your entrance.

“Such a good girl now. You know…” He’s sliding into you, bottoming out with one forceful thrust.

“I need to make you feel me for days.” Pecking your neck, he starts to rut into you, slow but with enough force to take your breath away. “But I’ll be gentle this time, doll. You are having my pup after all…”

Steve rolls his hips slow, gentle to make you feel the drag against your walls with every long stroke.

His lips caress your collarbone and you dig your nails into his left shoulder to hold tight onto him.

While you slide your hand through his hair he moans against you, enjoying the gentle gesture. He returns it with soft kisses and little nibble at your skin while his cock slides into you with more force.

“You’ll be mine…always mine…” Calling out his name, along with curses you meet his thrusts. “My Omega…my wife…my love…”

Eyes closed you whimper at his words and he smirks against your skin. “I think you like the idea, doll. You just squeezed me tight enough to choke me.”

“Stevie…” Panting you fist his hair as your high is too close. “Please…” Urged on by your pleas he speeds up, does anything to press your orgasm out of you before his knot pops open.

“I want your knot, Alpha…”

Steve loses it. His hands move to your thighs to control your body as his thrusts become erratic and you are on the edge of your release.

“I love you, Y/N…” His words let you cry out in pleasure and you are sure he felt it in his bones that you submitted to him as his cum floats your belly the moment you tilt your head.

“Mine…” Teeth sink into your neck and you feel euphoria push you over the edge once again. “Doll…fuck…”

“So…” Glancing at your claiming mark Bucky smirks. “She agreed to stay?”

“My girl stays at my house and is going to marry me, after I proposed of course. I mean…” Fumbling a box with a ring out of his jacket Steve looks at you.

“When did you get this?” Looking at the beautiful ring you smile as it’s not the one Peggy wore.

“I said I need one hour or two, doll. I drove to the jeweler to get the ring I ordered and back.” Stammering you look at Steve. “I thought you called things off with Peggy while you were away…”

“Y/N, I called things off with her weeks ago. We had to wait for her father to agree to my terms for her freedom. He doesn’t know I would’ve let her go either way.” Smirking Steve steps closer to wrap his arms around you.

“Gotcha in my claws and I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t know if it’s a promise or a threat but to be with your Alpha, the father of your pup you’ll accept he’s dominant and dangerous.

“Love you Alpha…”

“I love you too, Y/N but…” Biting your neck Steve snickers. “You will learn to follow my orders. As my wife, you need to be aware bad people are wanting to hurt me.”

“I’ll listen to you. At least when it comes to danger…” Giggling you turn in his embrace. “But for the rest, I’ll make sure I am more than your property…”

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Oh!Could you do a thing where reader is Nozel’s twin,but she’s not uppity and actually shows that she loves Noelle,like bruh.But anyways,her and Nozel are really close,but differ a lot on opinions.And one day they get into a huge fight,reader leaves, gets ambushed,becomes gravely injured,and Nozel finds her and then is panicking.And then the reader dies,but with an amazing speech because that’s how it works.And Nozel and Noelle are really sad, but Nebra and Solid are like hah!Serves you right

Yay more Nozel :). I’m still going to say it, after he apologized to Noelle my heart has been soft for him ever since. Also I changed it just a tiny bit I hope that’s okay!

Please enjoy anon! And thank you so much for waiting ! I know I left this one for last but I promise you it was no on purpose! thank you!❤️❤️

*This’ll take place as one of the episodes, the one where Solid was a jerk to Noelle;

(Disclaimer; I DO NOT own Black Clover, the characters or the plot of the episode. This is a fanfiction* just in case)

You and Nozel had always had your similarities. People thought it was a bit scary, sure Nozel was one story but you being his twin is like seeing double!

get ready for trouble, and make it double

Although having the same mentality and views, you also had your differences. Yes you were strict, and skilled like him, but you also had a soft heart. In a way, you were like your cousin Fuegoleon. You had a soft spot for your youngest sister Noelle, you never understood why she was outcast-ed.

She was all you had left of your mother, and it didn’t help that she looked so much like her. You always made sure to put Nebra and Solid in their places when they were so cruel to her. So, if you had to be her protector, then so be it.

You knew Nozel loved her too, but he was hiding it, maybe a little too well. You even started to believe that he didn’t like her. As years pass and you grow older, you begin to grow apart. It made you sad to know so many years have gone to nothing. Years of laughter, fun and training together were as if it never happened.

There was going to be a gathering today after being given new rankings. Finally after months you get to see your baby sister once again. Nozel had put her into the Black Bulls, a low ranking squad with a bad reputation. Nozel had always told her how weak she was and it broke your heart. You would always come and pick her back up.

In a way you took up the role of a mother to her.

“Don’t act a fool Y/N, I know how you act around Noelle” he said in a cold tone

“Don’t tell me what i can and can’t do“ you said just as cold, once you reach the banquet room you split from him. Looking around the room for two lavender twin pigtails. As you looked you spot your younger cousin Mamosa

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you! How have you been?“ she was always such a sweet girl and you admire her kind heart.

“I’m just fine Mamosa, how’s your brother?“ you joked, a shade came over her eyes

“Don’t ask“ you both laughing knowing just how she felt about him.

“By the way have you seen Noelle“ she nodded and pointed you over to a table with a boy eating as though he’s never had food and there she was. You walk over with a smile, once you reach her you clear your throat

“Well hello..“ she turned with wide eyes “I see you still have your manners“ you smiled with open arms

“Y/N!“ she practically jumped into your arms. You wrap your arms around her, holding her tight. She looked like she was doing well, you heard the Black Bulls have been moving up because of the newbies

“I have so much to tell you Y/N! I-“ she stopped in the middle of her sentence when a fluid ran down her head. You look up to see Solid pouring water on to her head. She turns “W-Why would you do that Solid?“ She was trying not to cry but you can tell she was hurt. All he did was laugh and it made your blood boil. You push Noelle behind you

“Just who the hell do you think you are?“ he knew that look all too well, he had pissed you off.

“Oh come on it was funny, just look at her face“ Noelle just looked at her feet not wanting to feel the embarrassment. You grab his collar and pulled him only inches from your face

“Listen to be you good for nothing, lowly punk. I don’t give a damn if you’re my brother!” now everyone’s attention is on you “Who are you to be doing this to your own sister!” you were in pure rage and everyone could see. You were about to land a punch but Nozel intervened.

“Don’t you dare” he held you hand in his “You’re going to embarrass yourself and me” he said with the same stoic look he always had. You now turn to him to rip him a new one.

“Don’t you dare say that to me Nozel! Tell that to Solid who’s been nothing but a jerk to our little sister her whole life!“ Everyone could feel how cold and sense the tension between you both growing.

“You disgrace our family name Y/N“ that was the last straw and you finally snap

“Don’t talk about disgrace, when you’re the disgrace!“ everyone gasped “Don’t you remember what we promised mom? You broke it long ago! What would she think now! You’re the one who disgraced us and our mo-“ a hit came to your face followed by more gasps. He had slapped you in front of everyone. He had never laid a hand on you in all your years of living

“Alright that’s enough you two, this has gone too far“ Fuegoleon had come between you both stopping the situation from escalating.

Nozel completely ignored him and stared at you “Do not talk of my mother again” he simply said and walked off. You hand came up to your face touching your stinging cheek. Fuegoleon turns to you

“Are you alright?“ you nodded not saying a word. Before you could meet eyes with anyone and become embarrassed a messenger came into the room

“The kingdom is under attack! King Julius requests all magic squads to go out at once!“ everything came to hold as everyone rushed to save the kingdom.

When you got out there it was chaos. Creatures you’ve never seen before, fire, crashing buildings. You were part of the Silver Eagles but right now you needed to help whoever was in view. These things were ones you’ve never seen before., they look almost dead..? Their skin an unnatural color, mindless, and had no intentions but to bring harm.

It was difficult with the fires, creatures and trying to save people at the same time. You and Nozel both shared the same mercury magic from your mother, so defense should come in handy. Acting as both a shield and an attack you tried to reach as many people as you could. Every chance you had you got as many citizens as possible and escort them to a safe area.

Nozel had flown by on his mercury eagle to the next area after this one was cleared. As you Made your way to the rooftop you spot something. Someone was on a higher roof after Nozel, and was going to attack

“Nozel!“ you call out but he continues, not hearing you. You push yourself to rush to him quicker. What looked like to be a spear or arrow made of magic was shot through the air, on it’s way to his back. You rush over to him and push him out of the way. Both of you hurdling to the ground

“You idiot what were you-“ he stopped talking when he felt something soaking his clothes. He lifts his hand to his face and sees blood coating it. He sat up and looked down at your limp body, he flipped you over frantically.

“Y/N? Y/N!? Please open your eyes! Look at me!“ you weakly open your eyes at him, coughing up blood. The arrow pierced through your ribs from the back

“N...ozel...?“ your vision was blurry as you search for him

“I-I’m right here,“ he placed your hand against his face, it was weak and almost limp “Stay with me please...w-we can get someone I-I just need time“

“No..“ you said with a raspy voice “You need to..save everyone..the kingdom is in trouble..“

“B-But-“

“Listen to me...you’re stoic and stuck up...“ you said “..but, you are my brother. There was never a day I didn’t worry or think or you. You’re the one who mom would be so proud of..and Noelle..she needs you..she needs you most, she’s strong but just doesn’t know it yet..please promise me you’ll make everyone proud...and don’t..don’t forget about me..“ you ask for final requests

“H-how could I“ he starts to cry and hold you closer to him “I could n-never..you’re my b-baby sister...“

“Only..by six minuets“ you smiled weakly “....I love you...“ your eyes finally close leaving the soft smile on your face. Nozel didn’t cry out, he didn’t panic. He stood up and took you to a safe area and finish what he had to

TIME SKIP

Today he buried his sister. First his mother and now his sister. They all stood in front of her grave, beside his mother’s. He kid flowers for his mother and your favorite flowers as well. But what happened next no one will ever forget.

“Heh serves her right, it’s what she deserved” he chuckled without the slightest hint of grief that his sister has passed

He was pulled close by Nozel with his mercury magic. Now Nozel was the one person he would never mess with

“ You listen to to me and you idiot. I just had to bury my sister, your older sister. You’re nothing but scum to me, if I hear one more remark out of your filthy mouth I’ll make sure you aren’t able to talk for the next month” he said with a deadly glare as the material tightens around Solid. “Understood?”

“Y-yes...” he quivered.

Every month he goes to your grave and visits, brings flowers for you both. Hell relive memories he had with you and what’s been happening recently. He even started to write to Noelle and get closer with her. It’s what you would have wanted

And whenever a soft warm breeze would come by he knew it was you

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One and Only Heart Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own FBI, the show belongs to Dick Wolf, and CBS do.

A/N: There's a nod to Law and Order from Season 17 onward, see if you can spot it.

Mention of/Spoilers for: Most Wanted (FBI Season 1 and Episode 18 and FBI: Most Wanted Pilot) and Closure (FBI Season 1.18)

Meanwhile, Jubal was upstairs taking it easy.

He just wanted to rest following a severe case where a judge was forcibly taken across state lines into New Jersey. The abductor threatened to hurt the judge if his demands weren't met. In the end, they got the judge freed, and the criminal captured without further incident. He now planned Sunday go up to Scarsdale as a special surprise visit and spend time with Tyler and Abigail.

Following a quick meal, he turned in but was feeling restless. So, he picked up a book and began reading. However, he couldn't concentrate as there was a person on his mind. Isobel. While they had that argument, he still cared about her and was worried about being with the guy she was with. On his own time, he had done a background check on Axel, and while he did come up clean and no records, it was his photo with a smug smile that worried him on how badly Isobel could be hurt.

He had noticed Isobel from the first time that his team met up and met with her team at the time, the FBI Fugitive Task Force, to catch the killer. To him, it felt like he saw her somewhere before or they had worked together in a previous life, but couldn't place it. He had pushed that thought aside, and they got to work. When the case was solved, and they never crossed paths again. Until, of course, Dana resigned and retired, and Isobel became their Special Agent in Charge.

Fast forward to the present time. When the case concluded, he had noticed how Isobel left in a hurry. He didn't see her in her office, which was odd; she was usually the last to leave though she may be in a meeting. But when he asked around, he got the same answer, there were no meetings. He began to worry about her and hoped that something wrong wouldn't happen.

Fruitlessly trying to read the same page three times, he gave up and got ready for bed. Just as he was about to get in bed when he heard a knock on the door, he thought, who could that be?

Not sure what to think, he headed to the door. He set his weapon aside and opened the door when he checked the peephole and saw who it was. There stood Isobel Castille in a heavy overcoat. Instead of looking stoic, she looked sad. Her mascara was smeared, evident that she had been crying. Sensing something was wrong. Jubal pulled her in and closed the door. Sensing she needed a hug, he pulled her in and asked, "Isobel, what's wrong?"

Isobel bit her lip and replied, "It's over with Axel. I went home, got dressed up and over to our usual meeting spot, and caught him red-handed kissing a buxom strawberry blonde. I had a feeling that he had been unfaithful for some time."

When he heard what Isobel said, Jubal ground his teeth. Axel. Axel Whittaker. That SOB. Jubal knew he had been all wrong for someone as fierce, reliable, and independent as Isobel.

He led her to the couch, and they sat next to Isobel. As a friend who cared, Jubal wrapped his arm around Isobel's shoulder. While she stiffened at first, it wasn't long before Isobel had her head on his shoulder. The two of them remained silent and Jubal let Isobel talk when she was ready to. A short time later Isobel began talking, "How could I have let his personality and charm sway me? We have faced people who are just as slimy, and we were always on guard. Yet with Axel, I let my guard down. I feel stupid. I should have pressed the issue."

Hearing her, sniffle broke his heart. Though he had been divorced for a little while now and hadn't seen anyone socially, here was the one woman he loved her the first time he saw her. However, he stayed away following their heated discussion. Until now, that is.

He reached for the tissue box and handed it over to her. She took a few and wiped her tears, and along with that, her smeared mascara. Jubal breathed in and out; he hoped that now was as anytime an excellent time to reveal his secret.

Clearing his voice, Jubal began. "Isobel, if you had pressed the issue, he would have hurt you even more. A strong woman like you deserves someone better than that punk. You deserve someone better, baby."

Jubal realized what he had said. But before he could take it back, Isobel sat up straight, looked straight into his eyes, and asked, "Jubal, did you call me what I think you called me…baby?"

Like a schoolboy who was caught staring at the prettiest and popular girl he thought oops, way to go Jubal, you are so busted. You'll be lucky if Isobel doesn't do something to subdue you.

Seeing Isobel stare at him, he turned around and faced her and said, "Isobel, here's the truth. Since the time that we first worked something to stir within. I wanted to talk to you, but I had my problems and we had the case to solve. After the case I thought I would never see you again, then when you came in after Dana left I was doing a mental happy dance that you were back. Byt then I knew I was ready to ask you as my problems were settled. Then suddenly you began dating that jerk, and I will admit I was jealous. I wanted to say something, but after our discussion, I stayed away as you had asked."

Now she knew the whole story, Isobel was touched. She had no idea that Jubal felt this way about her. The truth was she liked him too. Since she was apt not to let anyone in on her personal life, and suddenly she was involved with Axel. She hadn't meant to make Jubal jealous, or did she?

Making a quick decision it was now or never. Isobel leaned in and, with their lips a mere inch from each other. Knowing what would happen next, he placed a hand on her cheek and caressed the gently and asked, "Are you sure Izzy? Cause once we cross the line, there’s no going back."

Isobel loved the way her Jubal name just rolled off his tongue. Now she needed to figure out how he found her Jubal name. Leaning even closer, she whispered, "Yes, I’m sure. Just shut up and kiss me already, Jubal."

Jubal replied, "As you, my wish, my lady."

Jubal tilted his head, and when their lips collided the stars aligned. Their first kiss was sweet and unhurried, promising of what was to come. As they continued kissing, alternating between slow and passionate as she placed her hands on his face, and eventually on his neck. Just as their hands began to roam around each other's clothed bodies when suddenly he broke the kiss, causing Isobel to groan, "You better not be having second thoughts I swear I will hurt so badly that…"

Jubal smiled, "No second thoughts."

Taking her hands in his, relishing how skin felt soft against his rough skin. I just realized I should be doing this the right way. I would love to take you on a date first and before proceeding to um extracurricular activities."

Isobel softened. She loved Jubal's sense of being the proper gentleman. Caressing his jaw and framing his face with her hands, she said, "We could, but with our cases and my meetings, it could take a long time before that happened. Plus, I have something that I want to make good use of."

She stood up and took off her coat to reveal a sequined dress with a v-neck dress and a slit that showed her legs. Isobel pulled him up and asked, "Do you like what you see so far?"

Jubal couldn't take anymore. Now he wanted her. He stood up and answered in a low growl, "You bet I do Izzy."

He led her to his room. Once they were in and the door was closed and locked, he turned around and walked to her.

Taking her hands, he pulled her into his arms. Isobel had always imagined what it would be like to be in his arms. Now she never wanted to leave. He went in for a kiss, which started at a steady pace. However, as the intensity of the kiss grew he let his hands roam her body. Isobel's hands moved up into and soon tangled in his hair with his arms wound tightly around her waist. As they continued making out, Isobel let her fingers move in under the shirt to roam his body. The sensations that her fingers left caused him to groaned at her touch, leaving hot sensations on his skin. Soon his hands found the zipper on her dress, and he lowered it.

When the air became a necessity, they broke the kiss and breathlessly backed up and removed their clothing. Jubal pulled off his shirt as she pulled dress down and expose her scantily clad body. They both got a look at each other, each getting turned on even more than before. There stood Isobel in a blue lace bra and panty set. A set that hugged her body so well it looked like it was a second skin. He never thought he would be able to see Isobel in lacy lingerie. All he remembered was wow, she’s so stunning.

Meanwhile, Isobel thought the same thing. Never in her wildest dreams would she ever have felt that she would see Jubal in something more casual than what he wore at work, hence his shirtless look.

Breathe Isobel. You’re not be going to do much if you can't get your heart rate lowered enough.

Jubal came closer to her, and he whispered, "Izzy, you’re so beautiful and so gorgeous. I want you so bad."

Isobel replied in a voice dripping with desire, "Take me and make me yours."

He took her back into his arms and kissed her. He briefly pushed her against the door. But instead of starting another kissing frenzy, he leaned in and began lavishing kisses on her neck. As he continued to let his lips roam everywhere, Isobel sighed in pleasure and tilted her head to give her lover more access. As the ministration continued, she once again threaded her fingers in his thick curls.

When he came up and met her gaze, she slyly grinned and knew what to do. Jubal smiled. He swept up Isobel and carried to the bed. He got on and laid down, he pulled her down to him, and soon their lips touched off another passionate and heated kiss in which their tongues dueled for dominance. Not long afterward, they helped each other out of the remainder of the clothing and made love deep into the night.

-x-

Early the next morning, as the sun rays, shining through the curtains and Isobel stirred from her slumber. Try as she may, she didn't want to wake up as that would mean the end of a kind dream she was having where she spent the night with the man she truly was meant to be. She tried to move but felt a strong arm around her and a warm body that spooned against her. She turned her head and saw a sleeping Jubal holding her close to him.

She thought to himself, what did she do deserve a man as special as Jubal. Their passionate lovemaking last night was filled with so much desire and hunger. While she had wanted to show him how much she wanted him, he had insisted on helping her heal and making her feel loved. They had alternated in slow and languid and wild and frenzied. The way his hands roamed her body touching and caressing her caused the nerve ending in her body to go into overdrive. Isobel shivered just thinking about it.

Not able to resist anymore she leaned in and kissed him on his nose, she kissed it a couple more times which got Jubal to stir. Jubal didn't want to wake for he was having the best dream where he was making love with a beautiful brunette, but when he couldn't hold on any longer, he awoke and saw Isobel smiling at him.

Jubal thought quickly, so last night wasn't a dream. It was for real, and dang Isobel looks sexy even with bed head.

Jubal leaned and kissed his lover on the lips, which led Isobel to deepen the kiss. When they parted to get the air, he smiled and said, "Good morning, beautiful."

Feeling her heart miss a few beats, Isobel placed her hand on his face and whispered back, "Good morning to you too handsome."

A few more smooches later, Isobel said, "Last night was incredible."

Jubal responded with a gentle kiss on the forehead. He switched from his right side and laid on his back and pulled Isobel and held her close—he was amazed at how their bodies fit together perfectly.

Wrapping his arms tighter around Isobel, he asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do this morning?"

Isobel snuggled closer to Jubal and answered, "All I know is I want to be with you."

A/N 2: Thanks for reading chapter 2 of One and Only Heart. As always reviews are appreciated.

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You Were Always Mine, Chapter 20

AU Tom Hiddleston - Romantic, Historical Romance, Victorian Fic. Based off the imagine; ‘Thomas spying on you after your divorce and doing anything to get you back. Including threatening your new beau.’ Prompt found on this blog. Link to the imagine here…. Chapter number: Chapter 20 Author: punk-in-docs (Here is my Masterlist for more chapters…) Triggers/warnings: Angst. More Violence. Attempted assault, and mentions of corpses, and triggers for death threats towards children. Btw. As a face to picture Harriden, just google Thomas Kretschmann as Dr. Helsing in the TV series Dracula.

She had always felt apprehension about going into a mortuary. Some doctor’s, she estimated, were far more brassy about their entrance into the place. But to her, the morgue, was a place where respect was conferred on the dead. It should have been a place of sombre, gut-tightening, remorse. She couldn’t look upon a corpse without feeling melancholia for the life that person had once fulfilled. Just because life was extinct, it did not mean that they were worthless. She held respect for pathologists, to see each cadaver, as just another patient. Perhaps, as she was a nurse, seeing the dead, meant that every single aspect of hope, and the job she carried, had failed both her, and the person on the morgue slab.

Erik had come to fetch her, a staggering three hours later, when he had finished Rosamund’s post-mortem. Conforming her death was loss of blood, via an assault on her persons, with a left handed assailant slitting her throat as he held her from behind. It wasn’t a gang rival killing, nor a mugging gone wrong. It was violent, cold-blooded, pre-meditated, murder. And that was what he promised his report would contain. Her father had been contacted, but blithely refused to come and identify her body. That fell down to her shoulders now. Erik walked across, ahead of her, cutting through the room to get to the only occupied morgue slab. As the police coroner had so casually put it, ‘It was a quiet night. Place doesn’t liven up til about one.’ She had given him a look of discernible annoyance and anger as he’d said that, shrugged, and remarked he was going for a smoke break. She followed Erik in, feeling terribly feeble, and scared of seeing one of her dearest friends, cold, grey and carved up to her chin, under that cloaking white sheet that shone brilliantly white in the intense light of the place. The walls were a reflective, green tile. The same awful, dank, moss green that had lined the hallway. She can see her jagged, distorted, in the tiles. Reflecting back on her. showing her a haunted vision of herself.

Vianne stood, wringing her hands. Nervously. Scared of what she knows she’ll see. Unfortunately, she’d seen many a corpse in her time. But never had one of those been someone she’d known so intimately, and taken from this world in such a heartless manner. Erik pauses, and Vianne watches him, he’d looked sombre, more than was appropriate for the situation, ever since he had come to fetch her. She knew Erik inside out, she could see it in him, his brow was drawn, as it was when he was either aggrieved, or deep in thought. Usually, when he looked like that, he’d tread, pacing back and forth in the Campus courtyard, treading grass underfoot, his spare hand tucked in his white coat pocket, the other holding his pipe to his mouth as he puffed, and puffed. Stared at the ground below his feet, And thought. He looked worried, and she could sense his trepidation was for her benefit. His hands went to the sheet, and after he looked at her for a long minute, the longest minute of her life, she saw tears, silver and unshed in his eyes. She swallowed, steeling herself.

He lifted the sheet off. And Vianne’s heart shattered all over again. She cupped her hands to her mouth, to stem her cries, but the sound of her sobs still cracked the shield of her fingers.

There she was. Rose in her final resting place. That lovely, enviable, honey blonde hair, scraped back off her face, in a harsh arrangement she would have been less than tolerably fond of. Her skin is an almost translucent kind of pale, almost as if Vianne can see every blue vein wriggling under her skin, now they lay so awfully still. Her skin was marble-stone grey, cold to the touch, like one of those beautiful, Grecian statues at the British Museum. This was how Rosamund price would forever be, frozen in time. A beautiful, precious thing who couldn’t be saved. The weeping crimson stitched wound running down the middle of her body, between her small, pale breasts, stands out starkly. But that wasn’t the reason Vianne was now sobbing, sounds of her cries, and gasps pleas echo off the cold, sterile walls.

She was crying, because Rosamund had been expecting, in the family way.

Vianne, not able to be shaken by anything gory. Afraid of nothing, and wary of very little, broke down at seeing that. She began to heave, and in her shock, she stumbles across the room, and empties her stomach contents into the enamel surgical tool bowl, stood in the corner. The smell of carbolic acid wafting up her nose, making her feel even queasier. Erik darted across to her, and rubbed her back. Startled at her nauseas reaction from a nurse whom he knew could stomach anything that came her way. But clearly not this. He poured her a glass of water, and forced her to sip it, holding it up to her lips. She drank little of it. Only to get the acrid, foul sting of regurgitation out of her mouth. She turns back, looking once more at her friend. One hand over her mouth, the other on the stand behind her.

“I don’t need to tell you the cause of death, do I?” Erik asked lowly. And he didn’t, of course. She shook her head. “Vianne, I am sorry, but I have to get a formal identification of her, to release her body to the undertaker to prepare her for burial-“ He began sorrowfully.

She shuts her eyes, and speaks calmly. Opening them again, transfixed by the corpse across the room. “It’s her…” She remarks with tears falling from her eyes. “Miss Rosamund Eleonora Jane Price..” She tells him. He rubs her shoulder gratefully, taking off his gloves to write it on the medical form to her left. She crossed back to her friend.

Her stomach was swelled to a point that so evidently indicated she had been secretly carrying life. All the more clear to make out from her undernourished body. Rose had always been slim, so a bump would have been harder and harder for her to hide as the weeks went on, even in the early stages. Vianne hadn’t really began to show until her sixteenth week. She looked back up, tears dripping from her eyes, across at Erik, who looked stoic as he walked over. As if he were holding them back too. And he was only her doctor, but there was vulgar, bitter breed of sadness in this situation. That someone, some monster, would kill an expectant mother. She laid her hand over roses, cold, pale one. Stiff as wood to hold. She didn’t touch her friend with precise indifference, as she had done with many corpses before, purely for medical purposes. She held onto Roses hand as if she were still here, smiling at them all, light shining in those, happy, blue eyes.

“How many weeks was she?” Vianne asked with a croaking voice. Erik sombrely answered. Laying his bare hands down on the slab, and clenching his fists on the hard table below them. Drawing the sheet up to protect the ladies modesty, up to her shoulders, he let the covers rest. Still showing her face.

“It’d be my very rough estimate, that she was just at the end of the embryonic period, and just beginning the foetal period. Around ten weeks.” He said.

“Ten weeks.” Vianne repeated. Harriden watched her face very closely, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the evidence of Rose’s baby.

“Do you know who the father is?” He asked quietly. Vianne reluctantly nods.

“The man I was engaged too. Henry St. Clair.” She gasps out, and more tears come. She looked up to see that Erik looked repulsed, and agitated by hearing such news.

“As insensitive as this remark may seem. I’m almost relieved for her passing. No woman nor child should be indebted to be dependent on that man.” Erik stated.

“She was a poor, poor, stupid, girl in love.” She remarked. “I know how it feels to be like that… and how it feels when you find out the truth.” Vianne explained, her hands reaching over to pull the cadaver sheet more fully over her head now.

“I’ll organise her funeral. Even if her father won’t put a penny towards it… I won’t have it be spread around town like foul gossip that Rose had no-one to care after her on this earth. She’ll be laid to rest in the most elegant coffin, and I will have only sterling words spoken of her, and of her child. She’ll have a wonderful, service, and the most elegant flowers I can get my hands on. But not Lilly’s. She hated Lilly’s, ‘awful, abominable things. Smelled like death,’ according to her, she always called them funeral flowers..” Vianne remarked with empathy on her tone, and tears still in her eyes as she remembered her friend. Stroking her hand fondly, before that too, she folded under the sheet.

“I’ll see to it her body is released to the coroner tonight. Vianne. But, now, I think you’ve had plenty enough trials for one day. I’ll escort you home. Thomas warned me that leaving you alone could be perilous…” Erik stated, heading for his jacket, hung up on a peg the other side of the room. His medical box was packed, and ready to go. Vianne knew, if she so much as opened her mouth and protested, she’d be very sternly reprimanded, and counteracted. Erik heaved on his coat, and nodded across at her.

“But, you have a home to go too. Erik…You have Julian..” She began. Erik wasn’t married, nor widowed. But he happily lived alone, in comfort. He had a dog he adored, a floppy eared basset hound, called Albert, and though she never remarked on it, nor passed judgement, but Erik Harriden enjoyed companionship with Sir Julian Remmington-Holland, another man of high class. A Lord. They were both upstanding, respected men of society, and no one ever remarked on the nature of their cosmopolitan bond. Though Erik appeared charming to women, and there was not a man alive who didn’t like him. Erik Harriden’s heart was firmly captured, but he was reserved about it, though still warm hearted, for he knew that idea wasn’t accepted in any society. It didn’t matter, not to her. People should love, who they love, gender be damned. Erik cared after Vianne in a way that made her feel safe. He was her greatest mentor, and the kindest, and only, person she let herself depend on. As a single, struggling, heartbroken mother, all those years ago, Erik, and Julian, whom she both knew intimately, and adored, together, they were godsends, more of fond uncle’s to Juliette and Arthur than friends. He didn’t feel like a friend, he felt like family. And families looked after one another…

But he merely met her eyes, tilted his head, he grabbed her hand, and held tight. His bronze eyes sparkled.

“I shan’t hear of your protests. What Doctor would do any less for his bestest, brightest student?” He finalises with a kind, warm smile that he was known for.

There is nothing but thick silence on the cab ride home. Night is shrouding, cold and blue over London now. Vianne idly wonders if Thomas had managed to sort out that problem at his foundry, she hoped it wasn’t too drastic-a catastrophe. She trusted his competence to deal with the matter, he could take charge and sort everything. The man she knew two years ago was so tightly held under rein, he could do no such thing. Lucille’s death, tragic as it was, must have been such a release for him. He was never, truly a part of the dark schemes, save for being handled and managed by her. He feared standing up to her, and she saw why. Lucille dealt out only in severity, masqueraded as love.

She knew, the minute she saw Thomas and his sister interact together, at Allerdale. That she’d never be able to encroach on what they had. The bond that had formed, in them both finding solace together out of the horrors of their childhood. Lucille thought she was losing her hold over Thomas, that’s why she lashed out so, violence being the only thing she knew how to successfully inflict. But what she didn’t know, was that from the day Thomas slid a ring on Vianne’s finger, in that chapel in Scotland, the rift between the siblings could do naught but grow wider. Lucille had made it painfully apparent in her life, that she liked only three things. Thomas. Allerdale Hall, and being in charge. She liked everything just so. Everything pinned in place, like her scarab beetles, immaculate, and under her control. Everything tagged, named and identified. There was her order, and there was no way of overthrowing it. Thomas saw her as a frail, fragile woman, though strong, she was more susceptible to break than heal. Vianne saw through that in a second. She had Thomas wound tight round her finger, like her little puppet. Now she was gone, Thomas strings had been cut, and his ties to home, he had gratefully severed. He was his own man now, and there was every comfort in that, for him. She saw it.

The carriage comes jolting to a stop, and she looks across, seeing they’d arrived home all before she’d even realised it. The tall, thin stretch of the white marble of her townhouse, stretched up above the street. All the lights within were off, she was relieved to see, and Vianne surmised that since she sent the note to Jeanie telling the staff, they had weeks off, she had stuck to that order. She still gave them pay, of course, she wasn’t cold-hearted, but she had told them to be absent, whilst she had some ‘redecorating’ done. When really, she didn’t trust St. Clair not to hurt her house staff, should they get caught in the crossfire of this sordid mess. She exited swiftly, key in hand, and Erik behind her, as they strode out of the foggy, darkening night, and into the comfort of home. Only when Vianne slid inside, her heart prickled, because it didn’t feel homely anymore. Cloaked in darkness, it didn’t feel like home, not to her. Not anymore. It felt like home where there was a dark, dashing man awaiting on her, in the other room. The last week, with Thomas, in his suite, felt more cosy, and homely to her than two years spent in this grand, mausoleum. She slides her keys into the bowl, on the side table, by the door, and flips on the light switch out of habit. It comes on, and briefly, the place is swamped, made a little cheerier, by the honey gold light that comes on. But before she even took one step, the lights fizzled out with a clicking, pang. She sighed. Erik moved behind her, coming in and shutting the door.

“I’ll check to see if there’s any bulbs in the kitchens…whilst I’m about it, I’ll put the kettle on. I surmise, we are both in need of tea.” He pledges. Vianne, stood in the mirror by the parlour door, busily slides the feeble pins out of her straggled hair do. Ruined by the night of activity she’d suffered through. After he speaks, she turns and smiles, looking sidewards at him.

“I do hope I’m not rudely keeping you from Julian’s company..” She enquires. He smiles at her.

“You could not, even if you wished too. He is in Yorkshire, staying with the Lord and Countess of Ahern. Shooting, hunting and playing a country gent as I understand it. The only person from whom you’re keeping me tonight, is Albert.” He explained.

“I’ll just go up, and change my gown. But I’ll make us something to eat, as penance, for my separating you.” She tells.

“I didn’t know Heiress’s could cook?” He ribbed.

“I didn’t know Doctors could boil kettles.” She japes back.

Erik chuckles warmly, folding his gloves in his hands. He moved, still in his swathing, fur collared coat, through the foyer, and down the kitchen stairs. He rubbed her shoulder kindly as she went past. “Touché.” He congratulates as he walked past her. She chuckles, hearing the whine of the kitchen stairs, as he went. That was one thing she detested about living alone. The fact that when the staff retired, the only sounds up around the house, were ones of silence. She hated that. She liked hearing someone she loved, go about their business in the other room. The creak of a floorboard, or the rustle of paper as they sat at their desk.

Lost in idle thoughts, she pulls out the drawer of the foyer dresser, forgetting what she hid there a while ago. She see’s the two portraits, in small, square frames, staring up at her. Their cherubian faces looking searchingly into the camera. She reaches out, and her fingertips stroke the faces through the glass. Arthur had gotten his father’s colouring, with hair as dark as ink. And between them, both boasted a set of eyes so piercing, Vianne knew they had got them from Thomas’s side too. The only feature that marked Juliette as being her daughter, was the bright, sleek locks of pure copper that tumbled from her beautiful head. They were gorgeous children, and she could barely stand it that, as she was with Henry, she had to keep them a secret, as if she were ashamed, which meant her visiting was scarce. She missed them both so much, it was as if she was missing two of her limbs. She took a keen interest in their schooling, at St. Antony’s, and visited often to take them presents, and for walks in the park with Sister Mary. They knew, they were loved. And Vianne found it harder and harder, leaving them there each time. In the early days of being back within London, she had considered giving them up for adoption, or fostering. But in her heart, deep down, she knew they were hers, and they always would be. She’d laboured so hard, to escape Allerdale, and their Father, that she gave no thought as to whether or not when she had them that she’d actually turn into a competent mother. Eventually, after getting the assistants job to help Harriden, slowly, as she came to trust him more, one day, she opened up, and told him. Afterwards, rambling on and on, about how they didn’t affect her work life, and that she made every care and consideration to see that they had everything they needed. And that she could keep the vows of her profession, because she wasn’t married, it was forbidden for married nurses to work at the London. After she finished spewing out her secrets, and worries. Erik looked up from his work, and the desk opposite, and slid his glasses off. Folded them in his hands, and smiled fondly at her, and then he said. ‘I’m gay. Miss James. I live with a man whom I love so dearly, life without loving him seems… damn near impossible. We all have our secrets outside of work, I urge you, don’t fret. So long as my secret is safe with you, yours will always have a haven with me.’ He’d smiled. ‘And, if you are amenable, I would like to meet your children. If they have half their mothers fortitude, then they are surely the sweetest children in all of England, are they not?.’ After that, Erik came regularly to see Jules and Arthur. He brought them cones of sherbet, and Albert lolloped along as they played happily in the park.

One memorable occasion she can remember, they were sat in Regents park, on a bench, on a brisk autumn day, watching the two children play with Albert, and running about in the crispy, underfoot, fun of the golden, amber and scarlet dry leaves on the ground. And, as Erik and she sat together, a passer-by, mistook them for a wedded couple, watching their children, and their canine caper about on the emerald grass. Vianne had flushed pink, and blinked those blue doe eyes as she searched for an explanation. Erik was certainly handsome, but he was much older than her, sadly, these days, closeness in age, to a marriage match, was not a hindering factor. Erik, to save her embarrassment, scooped her leather gloved hand up in his, kissed it, and spun a long tale to the stranger about how they met, ten years ago, on this very park bench, before they courted. The woman, reeling from his expertly crafted story, trotted off, secure in the belief she had just met the most love-struck couple in all of modern London. Erik excused his brazenness, his cheeks too, under his stubble, looked just as red as hers. He told her then, something he’d never told anyone, not even Julian. Was that he often ached after the thought he’d never have a family of his own. He’d never have a noisy house, crammed full of children and dogs. Because of ‘how he was�� he’d never know what it was like to be part of a family. That if he, were ‘normal’ then he’d want a wife exactly like her, because she was the most beautiful, giving, kind-hearted soul he’d ever known, and just being acquaintances and colleagues with her was one of his finest blessings, he’d considered. Vianne had told him then, chiding him for such self-deprecating remarks, and informing him that he would always be a part of her family. Meagre as it was. But the resulting smile on his face told her he didn’t think that, not one bit.

She traced her finger over both their lovely faces, before she shut the drawer. Wiped away the tear that had beaded in the corner of her eye, and turned about, intending to head up the stairs. She rounded the banister, picked up her skirts, and headed up. Halfway, she hears a noise that was so unusual in its nature, it made her stop. It was the sound of the dining table, scraping against the tiled floor, and the clattering crash of crockery hitting the tiles.

She thinks that it’s maybe Erik being a bit butterfingered. Her kitchen was quite poky. “Erik, Is anything the matter?” She calls, to no response. He was probably sheepishly searching for the broom as she spoke. She continues up a step, but the flare of fear and horror sits low in her gut, and she wasn’t one to ignore her gut instincts. She doesn’t call his name, but she scurries down the stairs, quickly, and she treads down them carefully. When she gets there, her heart stops, when she sees Erik, lying face down on the floor. The dining table was jolted out of place, scattered across the floor. Speaking of which, was littered with shards of destroyed crockery from the plate rack, now directly to her left. The kettle was overfilling, bubbling over in the sink. The patter of water continues, hissing and spitting down into the ceramic sink. She crouches, shaking his back, seeing if he was conscious, the corner of the dining table had blood specked on it. She surmises he must’ve fallen and hit his head. She tries to see if there’s a pupillary response when she opens his eyes. “Erik?” She asks him, trying to see if he’d respond. She didn’t see that the vacant shadow in the corner of her scullery, was filled with a dark figure. A familiar one, at that.

“I never did like him.” Comes the sneer. “Don’t know why the London insist on hiring a bloody Sodomite, anyway…” He spits. Vianne’s head jerks up in the direction of the sudden voice. Her lips gape, and from her position, knelt on the floor, she stays there, merely watching Henry as he stepped forwards, and throws a heavy, clunking object to clash heavily to the floor. It looked, to her, like a discarded cut of bent pipe. And it had blood on the back. Erik must’ve hit his head, falling forwards from the backwards blow Henry gave. Vianne recoiled, shrinking to the kitchen wall, by the bottom of the stairs, as Henry stalked closer.

She whimpered, he stepped closer, too close, for etiquettes sake. She turned her head to the side, able to feel his breath hit her cheeks, and his chest touched into her body, he was stood so close. He was wearing that grin, and the darkened eyes that told her he’d enjoyed a drink or two, before coming here. He was wearing all black, with an undressed collar, and black leather gloves on his hands. A silver watch chain was the only decoration to his lapels. Other than that, his big, thick, black coat covered most of his body. She flinched, not wanting to cry, but she feels close to it, when he fists his hands in her skirts, and the other grips her neck in a chokehold. She, on the other hand, is too terrified to move. It was what he did to her body that she hated the most. Petrifying her to the point of paralysis. She hated it.

“Hello dear. Did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t called… been rather busy…” He coos into her ear, and she can almost taste the whiskey on his breath. The hand fisted in her skirts, now slid up her back, cupping her ass, and slipping up to clutch the small of her back. Tugging her form closer into his chest. Feeling those perfect, pale breasts crush to his chest. He groaned caressing her body. “How’s your Sharpe? From what I hear, he declares you’re a wonderful fuck. Only I never got the chance to find out, now did I?” He snarls, watching her eyes, wide and terrified. Tendrils of red hair straying in her eyes… He groaned with delight, long and slow, admiring the way her supple body arched into him.

“Too busy with Rose. I suppose…” She spits back snidely. “As evident by the fact she was expecting your child…” She snaps before can stop herself. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. Tears fell from hers.

“I admit, that wasn’t to plan. But it was never my idea to kill the stupid bitch…” He explains, squeezing her neck tighter. Shamefully feeling how this situation, them here, now, was serving to make him aroused. He did forget she was such a sweet beauty, from up close. She was ripe to grope too, all curves. He hated the fact that he’d been denied them, where Sharpe had been let loose on them, with no so much as a thought and her thighs parted for him. And they’d been courting for a month, with not so much past the occasional long kiss. Was it any wonder he had to seek comforts elsewhere?

“Then whose was it?” She asks, his hold on her throat stung, certainly, but it was loose enough to let her talk freely. But on her seeking answers, his hand grew tighter. As she kept him talking, her fingers scrabbled gently for the dresser that she was almost wedged into. She can feel the edge of a plate, cold slippery and firm under her fingers, she leans over, keeping the conversation going as he hadn’t realised her hand was freely wandering.

“Never you mind.” Then he grinned. “You’ll find out, soon enough, I’m taking you to them..” He tells her.

“To who?” She seeks.

“The man who has your lover, and most probably will have left a few scars on his persons, before we get there…” He grinned, triumphantly. Her eyes flared with sudden realisation.

“There was no accident, was there? You just had to get us apart… What? Have you paid off the police now?” She snarls.

“Such a clever girl.” He groans patronisingly. “You’d be surprised how many people my associate has under his thumb…” He sneers. She had her fingers around it now. She had to act, without thinking about the consequences, she grabbed the plate, and smashed it across the back of his head. He dropped, and his grip on her grew slack, she ran.

She darted up the stairs, but apparently, a thin piece of crockery was not enough to subdue a fully grown man, of Henry’s bulk and stature. When she gets back to the foyer, she can hear him move behind her, he groans, snarling to snatch at her skirts, which she hears rip, as he tried hard to catch her. Which he manages, he grabs her, and in her stumbling to get away, she crashed sideways into the dresser by the front parlour door, sending the drawers shooting forwards, and the body of it falling down to the floor after. Meaning its contents splattered all over the floor, skidding across the tiles. From her sudden collision with the floor, she is winded. But she can’t move fast enough to escape him.

She feels him grab her bicep, and feels the full weight of him atop her. Twisting her round, she is pressed to the floor, facing up under his body. His legs bracket hers, and his hands grab at her shoulders. Keeping her pinned there. Other than being knocked to the floor, she is unhurt. His hand stroked up, harshly over her hair, and he leans down to sniff at her neck, smelling her, her perfume. She knew he always did that when he began to grow aroused. She tried to push him off, but he is too strong, he was suffocating her. Keeping her hands pinned high, he began kissing down her neck as he hissed at her.

“Don’t tempt me, Vianne, Do you know how tempted I am right now? With you like this, weak, under me. It’s taking every ounce of resolve not to lift up these velvet skirts, and take you, right here on the floor. Get my revenge on that cheating bastard you’re sleeping with… How ironic would that be? Just think, that poor sod is being beaten to a pulp as we speak, and here I am, inches away from being able to fuck his little devotee.” He growls. Chuckling. “I’m almost tempted to do it, and tell him, Just to savour the look on his face when he finds out you’ve been stuffed full of me.” He taunts. Tutting when she tried to shuck him off again. “Ah-ah-ah.” He chides, holding her steady.

She tried, hard, to claw her nails at his face, but he just laughs at her efforts, panting as he sat up, still having flecks of broken, white crockery littering his clothing. He did naught but leaned down, and kissed her, hard, on the mouth. Holding her head so she couldn’t twist out of his way. “God, I want you, right now, Vianne. “ he murmurs against her neck. His body rutting into her own, she could feel the hard muscles of him, and the evidence of his ardour, pressing down into her thighs. She squirms, bucks her body, tries anything to get him off.

“Then again… If I did take the time to bed you, we’d be late for our appointment. And he does so hate to be kept waiting. He’s scrupulous about punctuality. As you well know. Sweetling.” He smiles down at her, cunningly.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you murdering bastard.” She bites out. So he slaps her to keep her quiet. Jerking her head to one side. The noise of hand, hitting cheek rings in the air.

He looked about them, at the destroyed furniture that had happened in the wake of their chase. And he see’s something then, the contents of the top drawer. When he looks up to the wall, he can see two square marks on the wall, faded there from the photos that kept th sunlight from reaching the wallpaper. He sees them now. Lying face down on the tiles, within reach.

He smirks, and she twisted about to see what she was looking at. She cottoned onto his intent instantly.

“No, Henry, please, no. I’ll do it, I’ll go, please…No, god! Please don’t!” She sobs. He didn’t listen to a word she is rambling out. He grabbed both frames, and turned them over. She clawed at his hands, put to no avail. His eyes sweep over the picture. Taking each one in, in his own time. And then…. He smiles down at her, looking deathly satisfied.

“Sharpes brats, I take it?” He asks her.

She is too scared to speak.

“You come with me. Now. Quietly, obediently. Or I’ll involve them into the bargain, and I cannot guarantee your safety, let alone theirs..” He promises. She doesn’t want to trust him. She’d been all over that mistake, before.

“You’re a monster.” She spits coldly. A tear falling from her eye. Scared now, but knowing she’d lay down her very life to protect Thomas, and her children. He tosses the pictures carelessly to the floor. As if they were rubbish to be slung away.

He wrenched her up, onto her feet. Her body felt bruised, and she knew she was in for another long night. She brushes her skirts off, and stands, on wobbling legs. Her hair mussed, thrown in her face. Assaulted by his lust, she had bitemarks bruising on her neck, and her lips are raw from his kisses. But right there, stood, glaring at the man she was sure was Satan incarnate. She’d never known she was capable of such hatred towards a fellow human being. She felt dirty, aching, and so full of blinding, white hot, rage. She couldn’t let him, and this stranger, threaten her family. And if going with him tonight would end it, then she’d go down fighting. She’s sure of that.

“I want to go and check on Erik. You gave him a blow to the head. He could have an intracranial haemorrhage. I need to see if he’s still alive, atleast, please, Henry.” She pleads, trying to appeal to his humanity, if she was sure he possessed a singular scrap of it.

“So you can go and get something from the kitchen with which to arm yourself? What do you take me for?” He growls. For the sake of her own safety, and not wanting another slap. She doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t hit him hard. I don’t care if the bastard bleeds to death. I’d be doing the world a favour. He stays as he is.” He finishes tersely. Tugging her to the front door. Stepping over the debris. She winces as his foot carelessly crunches the photo frame of her and Thomas underfoot, and the one of Juliette. He looks back, seeing he hadn’t stepped on Arthurs portrait, he made a point to do so, hearing the glass shatter. That sound hits her heart, and she looks away. Another tear falls.

He fidgets in his pockets, and grips her arm tight once more. That was when his eyes seemed to see, for the first time, the bandage on her left arm. Still dyed pink from Roses blood.

“I almost forgot… How’s the arm?” He sneers, patting his pockets for something.

“Go to hell.” She spits out, her eyes blazing with hatred, her hair mussed, loose and free down her shoulders.

“Such a dirty mouth, for a Lady. I bet Sharpe makes good use of that, does he not? Get you on those knees and treat you like the foul harlot you truly are…” He snarls out. She glares.

“Why does it not surprise me that you don’t know anything of how a gentleman pleases his lady..” She jabs at his ego. His grip grew tighter. His eyes burned, and his nostrils flared angrily.

“The only reason you are standing right now is because Rose tattled to Sharpe, the stupid gossip. She opened her big mouth to him, and told him about the Beggars going after you, because of my debts with them. I told them it was easy money to be had knocking you about a bit. Sharpe would pay any sum to keep you safe, Unfortunately though, he killed most of them before they could ransom money off him. Left me in rather a precarious position…” He told her.

“Good.” She sneers.

His jaw grit, and he must’ve found what he’d been searching for. A small hunting knife. He showed it to her, letting the sparse light glint off the flat blade of it. He Grabbed her arm, and pressed her, tight, into his side. He jutted the knife into her back, just below her kidneys.

“Do you know how painful it is to be stabbed in the soft of your lower back? Because if you so much as try to run, or get help. I will dig this in deep, and twist it. And you’ll be dead before you hit the floor. Understand me?” He asks.

She didn’t nod. She merely glared. They stepped out the door. And she’d never been more ready to meet her fate. To finally face this faceless coward who’d been threatening all the people she loved.

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