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pink-sparkly-witch · 11 months

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The Widow - Chapter Eight (Finale)

Chapter Eight

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: "Family Don't End with Blood," takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her, is what happens when she falls in love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader (past) | Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, feelings, heart-to-heart, fluff, kissing

Words: 2,641

A/N: That's all folks! Thank you all for reading and for coming on this journey with me. I appreciate all of you more than you know! 💖 I'm sure going to miss these two, but it was fun getting them to where they needed to go.

Huge thank you again to my gorgeous beta: @negans-lucille-tblr I’m not sure this would’ve even been posted without your encouragement, and thank you doesn’t seem like enough 😘

Now… go and grab those tissues!!

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Y/N’s POV

The first few minutes in the car are spent in awkward silence and it kills you. The relationship you have with Dean has always been easy and to think it’s been damaged beyond repair makes you sad.

“So…” Dean finally breaks the silence between you when you stop at a red light. “Good lunch?” He glances over at you and you scoff.

“That’s where you wanna go here? How was lunch?” You laugh, but it’s not the humourous kind.

“If you don’t mind, I’d much rather we get to the point and just agree that last night was a mistake and won’t happen again. So let’s do that, let’s pretend it never happened, not talk about it ever again and try to go back to the way things were.” You finish and turn your head to look out the car window.

“Before we do that, I need to say something. Last night meant everything to me,” he looks over at you and waits until you turn back towards him and meet his gaze. “Everything, Y/N. I don’t know when it happened, but I do know when I realised I was in love with you.”

“Dean…” you mutter. His words shock you, that’s about as much as you know right now, and you’re glad Dean ignores the interruption and continues talking, because you have no idea how to respond.

“It was when your car broke down on the hottest damn day of the year,” he chuckles at the memory, “and you called me for a tow. I was driving down the road you were stopped on, and I saw you sitting on the hood of your car, and you looked so beautiful. I swear you were glowing in the sunlight. It was like you had a goddamn halo or something! And my heart just stopped, and I thought ‘shit, I’m in trouble here,’ since then, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning and the last before I fall asleep. Fuck… I tried to stop, I swear I did…

“I know this is hard for you to hear and it’s probably the last thing you want to deal with right now and that’s okay. But, I need you to know you were not a mistake, sweetheart. I don’t regret what we did and I never will. I know we have something that could work if you give us a chance, because you can’t fake the kinda connection we had last night. But if you want to pretend last night never happened and go back to how things were, then I’ll do that for you… but if I’m right and you feel something more for me, please, tell me.”

You remain silent and take in his confession. He’s right, you do have feelings for him, the trouble is, you don’t know if you can trust yourself. Are they real feelings, or are you mistaking them for the comfort and familiarity Dean gives you?

And then you ask yourself where this can even go. He’s your husband’s brother; people will talk. And it’s not that you care what they’ll say necessarily, there are other factors involved here. Including how John will feel, and the impact such a “scandal” could have on the family business. More importantly, though, you don’t know if you can do that to Sam.

“You know what? Forget I said anything. Your silence says it all, Y/N. Let’s just sweep last night under the carpet and chalk it down to bad judgement,” you know Dean is hurt because his voice comes out weak and defeated and you despise yourself for it.

“It wasn’t,” it’s barely audible, but at least you got something out.

“Wasn’t what?” Dean asks.

“Bad judgement,” you clarify. “And I do feel something for you, I just…” you sigh, and let your thoughts hang in the air as you try and decipher what this all means and what the best thing to do is.

“Alright,” Dean nods his head. “When we get home, we’re going to talk about all of this, okay?” Dean fixes his gaze on you and you nod in agreement. “We need to lay our cards on the table and hear each other out. It’s the only way we’ll be able to get past this, whatever this is, or ends up being.”

Again, you know he’s right. You need to get it all out in the open and be completely honest with each other because it’s the only way you’ll be able to keep Dean in your life.

“Okay,” you agree with a nod.

You go back to spending the journey in silence, but it’s not quite as heavy and suffocating as before, and you have the tiniest glimmer of hope that everything will work out just fine.

Sitting on your sofa next to Dean, you hand him a tumbler with a decent measure of whiskey and untuck the bottle from under your arm to place it on the table. In a bid for more time, you take a long sip from your wine glass as you desperately try to figure out what the hell just happened and how you ended up in this position. Dean speaks first and you sigh in relief as you’re at a complete loss for words.

“I just wanna start by saying I meant what I said,” Dean begins. “All of it,” he adds before you can question him. “I have fallen in love with you, and last night did mean the world to me.” With that, he downs the whiskey in one gulp and refills his glass. Now, at least you have your first question.

“So why didn’t you stay with me? Why did you get up and drink all night?” you ask quietly.

“We got so caught up in the moment, and neither of us even stopped to think,” he looks down at the floor and you can see and feel the shame radiating from him in waves.

“When we were finished and you were sleeping in my arms, it was like everything came crashing back to reality. I felt guilty for doing that to Sam, I felt ashamed for taking advantage of you when you were upset, I knew I’d ruined things between us and I knew I had no one to blame but myself.

“I didn’t mean to stay away all night,” Dean says, looking at you for the first time since he’d started to explain himself. “I only intended to have one or two to help me sleep, but I got upset and… two became four, and well… you saw me this morning.”

“You know you didn’t take advantage of me, right? That if I didn’t want it to happen, it wouldn’t have?” you ask him, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek and pushing gently to make him look at you. “Dean, I swear to you, I wanted it too…” you begin, but a scoff from the green-eyed man next to makes you frown.

“So this morning was what?” He looks at you pleadingly, like he was silently asking you to tell him that he hadn’t been a mistake.

“One big miscommunication, apparently,” you chuckle sadly. “Dean, when I woke up this morning, the first thing I felt was guilt for doing that to Sam. And when I turned over to seek you out, to get some comfort and to be told we didn’t do anything wrong, I was met with a cold bed.

“Fine, I thought, maybe he feels some of the guilt I do and was awake early, or couldn’t sleep… but when I came downstairs and saw the empty bottle and the bloodshot eyes, I went to the worst thing I could think of. Regret. And I went on the defensive, and for that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left without talking to you.”

“And I should’ve never left you alone. I’m truly sorry, sweetheart. Not once did it cross my mind that you’d feel the way you did. You know, knowing that makes me feel worse than the guilt ever could.” Dean’s words are full of sincerity and you nod, believing everything he’s told you tonight.

“Okay, so we both agree we did nothing wrong and that it wasn’t a mistake, but I still feel like we haven’t resolved this,” you say looking up at him. Dean nods his head in agreement, but remains silent, staring at you intently. You know this part is up to you–he’s already told you how he feels–but you stall by taking a few more sips of wine.

“I know Sam is gone, and no matter how much I want it, he’s never coming back. I know he’d want me to be happy and to find someone to love and who loves me,” you glance up at Dean and see hope in his expression. “But I feel like I’d be cheating on him or something if that person is you. And,” you continue quickly, wanting to get everything out at once, “I don’t know if I really feel what I feel for you, or if I’m confusing your familiarity with Sam for real feelings.”

Dean nods and reaches his hand out to stroke your cheek. “I understand that, sweetheart. I feel the same way, but you’re right, he’d want you to be happy, and if that ends up being with me, then we’ll get through it together. And if it isn’t with me, then I’ll help you get through it.”

You think about what Dean said, your heart filling with hope that no matter what, he’d still have your back. “How do I know if what I feel is real?”

“Well, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “I can’t help with that, that’s gotta be all you. Only you know how you feel and what’s real or not.”

Placing your wine glass on the coffee table, you shift closer to Dean and tentatively place your head on his shoulder. You smile as you hear him sigh happily.

“C’mere,” he opens his arms and lets you cuddle into his chest before putting his arms around you and kissing your forehead. The warmth and safety of Dean’s embrace spreads over you like you’ve just lay down in a hot bath, and it makes you hum in pure contentment.

His arms squeeze you tighter into his body and you find yourself raising your head to look at him. Really look at him. His bright green eyes show you nothing but tenderness. You scan your eyes over the freckles that dust his face like a beautiful, undiscovered constellation; he truly is a stunning man.

Dean licks his lips, bringing your attention to them and your memories drift to last night and how those lips felt on yours and your body. Slowly, you tilt your head and move closer to him, gently pressing your lips to his.

Hesitantly, Dean opens his mouth and you take him up on his invitation, deepening the kiss and moaning as your tongues meet. The kiss is gentle and slow, neither of you in a rush to be anywhere but right here at this moment.

With your lips still attached to his, you straddle him and settle down in his lap. Feeling the beginnings of a bulge in his jeans, you grind your core into it, smirking at his groan.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Dean is breathless, and you find the effect you have on him intoxicating. “If you want a repeat of last night, I’m all yours, but I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Dean.”

Six Weeks Later

“Hey, handsome,” you smile. “It’s been a while and I’m sorry for that,” you say as you sit cross-legged at Sam’s grave. “I’ve had some things going on that I needed to work out,” you pause and pick at the strands of grass around you.

“Something happened that I never thought would. I fell in love again. He makes me happy, Sammy. And I know he’s a good man and he’ll treat me right. If he doesn’t I’ll kick his ass,” you chuckle. “Then I’ll come here and beg you to haunt him!” your smile quickly turns to a sob.

“It’s Dean, Sam. I fell in love with Dean but I didn’t mean to. It just happened. And I need you to know that I never…” you need to stop talking to make way for the tears that won’t stop falling.

“I never felt that way about him when you were here. And I need you to know that. This is new and unexpected for both of us. I’ll always love you, Sammy, and I miss you. So fucking much every goddamn day! It’s just that I love him too. And I hope you can forgive me.”

You sit in silence for a while, just being. You know you should leave soon. Dean and John are waiting and you know they’ll be starting to worry about you. Movement catches your eye and you turn your head to see a butterfly fluttering nearby.

It lands on Sam’s gravestone and you smile, feeling a childlike joy at seeing the red admiral so close and so late in the year, even with the mild fall.

It remains perched and unmoving for a while longer before it flies over and lands on your knee. That’s when you know that this beautiful creature is a sign, and that Sam is with you.

You can feel him next to you, and you have the overwhelming feeling that everything is going to be alright and that he approves of you and Dean. The red admiral takes flight once again and circles your body.

You don’t know if it’s a laugh that erupts or if it’s a sob–maybe it’s a mixture of both–but it’s something, and you feel at peace with yourself and everything around you as you sit by his grave.

All too quickly, the butterfly takes off and flutters back into the nearby shrubs.

“I love you, Sam. Always and forever,” you say as you kiss your fingers and place them on his headstone before standing up and brushing the dirt from your jeans.“I’ll be back soon. I promise not to leave it so long next time.”

Walking away, you feel lighter than you have in a long time, and you know that finally, you’re at peace with your husband's death and with the path that has led you to looking forward to a life with Dean.

“Hey, sweetheart, you good?” Dean asks as you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you nod against his chest and once more you let the tears fall, knowing that this time, they’re happy tears.

“You’re alright, Y/N, I’m right here.” Dean murmurs, and you feel another hand stroking your back.

“Sam would be happy, you know that, don’t you darlin’?” John asks. “For both of you.”

Pulling away from Dean’s embrace, you wipe your tears away and smile, “I know he is.”

You saw a red admiral at every big life moment after that day at his grave. You saw one the day Dean proposed, and again at your small, intimate wedding. One flew in the kitchen window on the day you found out you were expecting your first child, and one appeared on the day you found out about the two that came next! On every birthday and holiday, on the day you gave birth to each of your children, and on their first days at school.

It gave you immense comfort, and though at first Dean, John, and Jody put it down to coincidence, after the first few times it happened, they started looking for the butterfly on the special days too.

THE END

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yearningaces · 6 months

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Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic

It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.

Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.

Such as the means for this place.

"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.

You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.

Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.

As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.

Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.

Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.

It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.

As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.

You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.

Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."

His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.

"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.

Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.

You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.

Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.

But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.

But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.

And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.

And for now, it's enough.

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loviwonnie · 8 months

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—COOL WITH YOU

010. oh shit (written 0.8k)

the long-awaited break came and that means that its time for you to start your plan. to find out what wonyoung thinks about ricky.

you and wonyoung have been friends ever since you came to this school. she was just standing in front of her locker fixing her hair, and you managed to trip over and fall with her. you both looked at each other and laughed. ever since then you have become inseparable and every student called you “the two pretty best friends”.

wonyoung has been watching a lot of guys lame attempts to try and talk to her but none of them could catch her attention. but something has changed when ricky transferred into your school. you couldn't help but notice how your best friend always fixes her hair, makeup and clothes everytime he passes by. she was smiling when they did the smallest and unnoticeable eye contacts. you can tell that she finds him attractive. and it was true. ricky was hot topic when he just came and immediately caught everyone's attention. wonyoung was one of them, well, you were too.

now you find out that ricky actually liked her for a long time and you had to play the cupid here. ‘i will make them happy’ was your motto and you were repeating this word ever since you came to cafeteria and waited for your bestie to arrive.

“wonyoung! i am here,” you called your friend who was shining and glowing as always. with a bright smile on her face, she ran to you and sat down with her food tray.

“look, they have my favorite tuna kimbap,” she happily exclaimed and pointed at the rice wrapped in seaweed with tuna in it.

“they better be good” you grinned and took a bite of your bread. “wonyoung, i, you know, haven't been here for a while and there are so many new people here. for example, jungwon, hanni, well I don't know much about their friend group, so I thought maybe you could tell something about them” you said, trying not to sound suspicious or weird

“yeah sure,” wonyoung sat more comfortably and started talking about how cute hanni is, eunchae’s weirdness but in a good way, niki’s great basketball abilities, how jungwon is very nice and smart, but you had a hard time doubting that. and ricky’s turn came.

“oh ricky, um, he is, cute and kind, and also very funny, but you know, in awkward way, because he is still trying to adapt here,”

as wonyoung started talking about ricky, you noticed the way her cheeks turned red, she was looking down and avoiding your gaze. she probably was shy talking about him.

“so you like him?” you smiled and her eyes widened.

“hey, quiet! I don't want anyone to hear that” she shutted your mouth with her palms and looked around, hoping that none of his friends are near.

“omg you do like him! omg! for how long?”

“ever since he came here, now shut up, it's my turn to ask you questions” wonyoung coughed and looked straight into your eyes. you felt sudden pressure but tried to act cool.

“why did you look so invested when I talked about jungwon?” she lifted one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

“huh?” you looked at her confusing, trying to understand what she just said

“yn, darling, just say that you are interested in jungwon, you didn't have to make all of this just to hear something about him”

“what? are you crazy? i am not interested in him!”

“i saw how you moved closer when i started talking about him, you like jungwon?”

“no! wonyoung, I don't know why you thought that i like him because I don't! how can i like him if he is rude, mean and just awful? he sighs irritably when i get the good mark at classes or i swear to God, he judges me everytime he looks at me. he hates me, and I don't know why, so I don't see any reasons to like him” you exhaled after saying it all without stopping and looked at your friend with eyes full of wildness.

behind wonyoung, you noticed jungwon who was standing there looking at you with a slight of confusion and surprise. he heard everything and as soon as you saw him, you regretted every word your stupid and uncontrollable mouth had said. you didn't want to call him awful, that was too much, you understood that.

‘oh shit’ you thought and wanted to approach jungwon, but he was already gone. you felt bad, really bad. you knew that you have to apologize but just didn't how and when because it's not so easy to go and talk to a person who despises you.

‘that was..weird, but at least I learned some useful information’ you tried to calm yourself down with the thought of successfully accomplished mission.

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muffinsin · 2 months

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So, random thought, but do you think the Dimi girls keep certain possessions from their victims? I keep thinking of Alcina's line, the one about her girls entertaining foreigners.

Especially if their victims were from outside the village with more modern items in their possession, what do you think the sisters would keep? Do they share their collection with each other? Hide them from their mother?

Personally, I think Bela would find the camera feature in smartphones fascinating. Maybe Cassandra would have a whole stash of swiss army knives, and I can see Daniela keeping little trinkets like charms or keychains.

🩵, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

Oh my, I have some thoughts on this!👀

Let’s get into it :)

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Bela

She often searches the bodies before disposing of them. Often enough, nothing valuable to her is found on them. Just rocks and dirt, dried blood and what not

Often, she finds some sort of weapon. Usually knives

And while Bela isn’t interested in those, she always takes them and gifts them to Cassandra, who purrs happily each time her older sister swarms into her room and approaches her after a kill

She knows, a gift is waiting for her! And she purrs eagerly as she receives the weapon with a kiss to her forehead

Sometimes, though, Bela finds somewhat rare treasures on her victims

Her favourite finds are jewellery

She always pockets rings and necklaces and is often seen wearing them, even

Bela’s favourite pieces are a silver ring with a red gemstone embedded in it. Along the side are marks and make the steel look almost snake-like

Now, Bela is painfully used to sharing among her sisters. Whether it’s clothing, her items or her room as a whole, more often than not it feels like nothing is truly only hers

This isn’t any different. But she doesn’t necessarily mind

Asides from the ring, she shares all the jewellery with her sisters

While Cassandra doesn’t know interest, Bela occasionally finds her youngest sister digging through the small, wooden box of her plundered jewellery

Usually, to complete her daily look. Bela is happy to help in exchange for the promise that Daniela will try not to cause havoc for a little while

At other times, she can tell her little sister is trying to play dress up using her dresses and Bela’s jewellery

Then, should time permit it, she helps her choose what she wants and even joins in occasionally

As it comes to their mother- well, she is entirely aware of the trio pickpocketing their prey

She picks up on it, naturally, when she finds a necklace adorning her eldest’s neck one day

At first, she is enraged. Has someone dared make moves on her heiress?! Has someone been wooing her precious daughter without her consent nor knowledge?! Fool! No one could ever be good enough!

She summons Bela to her side immediately, demanding to know where the necklace is from

She ponders already: it looks expensive enough, and Bela seems quite content with it. So perhaps this partner of hers isn’t such a bad choice after all

Only there is no partner

Alcina is relieved and disappointed at the same time upon learning that the fine piece of jewellery was just taken from the body belonging to one of Bela’s prey

She does insist all jewellery is cleaned before it is worn, though

Bela couldn’t agree more

Cassandra

She absolutely searches and loots bodies at every given opportunity

“What? I already killed them! I might as well rob them”, is her motto

And she takes- anything, really

There’s barely a thing that doesn’t take her pick

Cassandra is curious and eager, and always searches her prey’s body after drawing a last breath from it

Her favourite finds include weapons and things from the outside world

Often, she finds primitive weapons on her victims

Sharp stones and sticks, sharp kitchen knives or shards of glass

None of these take her interest really. It does make her giggle, though

Did these foolish things believe such weapons could serve them well? The thought amuses her

Sometimes, however, there are rare treasures found within the pockets of her prey

Cassandra loves going after the hunters because of this, even when Alcina scolds her for it. They nearly always carry some sort of fancy weapon with them!

Often, this is a dagger. She always picks those off them

Once, she has found a bow on them, and beautiful, black arrows in the bag her prey had carried

She was over the moons!

Another thing Cassandra considers a great find, is anything at all related to the outside world

She always races through the halls of the castle, her newest find clutched tightly between her fingers

Upon finding Alcina, she swarms in front of her eagerly, bouncing on her toes and holding up what she has in her hand

“Mama, what is it?”, she asks. She begs. She needs to know!

And Alcina? She always explains the items and answers her middle daughter’s seemingly endless questions

Her most prized possession? A camera, found in the pocket of a traveller that must have gotten lost in the woods

It took her many explanations and a demonstration from Alcina to believe what it is

The first time the flash blinded her, Cassandra automatically shrieked and swarmed in response. Her cheeks burned bright pink as her mother cooed and cupped her warm face in loving hands

She couldn’t help her reaction!

Still, from then on she keeps it in her room, hidden away. She’s only used it four more times

Once, to take a picture of her favorite pet, a maid that insulted her older sister and paid the price bitterly by becoming Cassandra’s plaything. The picture is gruesome, the edges soaked in blood. Cassandra loves it, and has it pinned to her wall

The second time she used her camera is on Bela

She can’t explain why, really

In one moment she admired how the flames of the fireplace seemed to reflect in her sister’s eyes, how their beautiful hue of colours danced and threw the light on Bela’s golden hair

How soft her skin looked, how pristine. A body worthy of a goddess. As an artist, Cassandra knew she had to capture this moment. She was in utter awe

In the next moment, a picture is snapped, starting both sisters

She only apologises quietly when scolding comes, yet can’t help but grin when Bela inspects the picture and her scolding turns to praises

“I’ve never looked better”

The third time, is to snap a picture of her younger sister

Having heard that Bela got a picture, of course Daniela wanted one too. Cassandra granted her one, with the condition that she must share half of her snacks each dinner. She grinned when Daniela, albeit groaning, agreed

And lastly, when she urged her sisters to stand next to her mother

All three stood a little confused, until Cassandra shyly held the camera out

Refusing to have a family picture without her fierce little bug, however, Alcina accidentally made the first ever selfie in the castle by holding the camera up and turning it enough to capture all four of them

The photo lies underneath Cassandra’s pillow. A secret only her family knows of. She loves to glance at it before sleeping

As it comes to sharing what she finds…it depends, really

When she finds rare weapons or things of the outside, Cassandra outright refuses to share them with anybody. She keeps them all hidden away in a secret stash in her room

However, she is more than willing to share any finds that don’t take her pick

Daniela

She barely checks her prey’s pockets. Not that she doesn’t want to. She just forgets about it, usually

However, she is the most likeliest of the sisters to find something that takes her pick

Daniela is a little bit of a magpie, if one believes the rumours

She loves shiny things. Often, she can’t help but snatch them

From- anywhere, really

Often she sat with a pouty expression as Bela scolded her and took back her rings

Or when Cassandra stood with her hand at her hip and a glare directed at her younger sister when she caught her try to sneak off with her collection of golden daggers again

Upon slaying her prey, Daniela loses interest fairly fast

She isn’t interested in playing with the corpse, and only devours parts if she’s feeling hungry

It’s mostly about the fun of killing, as it comes to her, really

And often her prey is simply left untouched

However, sometimes something catches her eye. Something shiny among the blood

That never fails to make her happy

Daniela loves to collect all kind of shiny things, and keeps them all in a big bowl in her room

Keys and keychains

Coins

Daggers

Jewellery

Gold or copper

Gemstones

Glittery surfaces

Small rocks that seem to sparkle in the sun

She can’t get enough!

Upon finding such a thing, she is incredibly eager to show it to everyone!

Often, Daniela swarms right into Bela’s bedroom with a new shiny item in her hand

“Look! Look at it! Bela!”

She’s giggling and purring in excitement, uncaring of barging in like that

Bela only sends her a smile, her attention having been fixed on a book that now only has a bookmark sticking out

“What is it?”, Daniela often asks. Often, she doesn’t recognise the shiny things she finds when they stem from the outside

She always counts on her eldest sister to know

Or when she swarms into the basement, her arms wrapping around Cassandra eagerly, uncaring of how her sister nearly impaled her with the scalpel held between her fingers

“Guess what I found!”

Cassandra too, pauses her work and snarls at her prey as Daniela presents her newest, shiny item

She hums, and laughs when she plucks the coin from her sister and the redhead gasps in disbelief

“That’s mine! I’m telling Mother!”

Or, when Alcina Dimitrescu finds herself woken up in the middle of the night, the form of her youngest daughter on top of her stomach as she rambles

“…I found four just like it! Isn’t it amazing? Mother? Mother, are you still awake? Oh, good! I also found this- Mother!”

She simply slips her eyes close again in such cases, her arm raising to tackle her energetic youngest and wrap her up in the blankets

Just as the room quietens down, however, and Alcina believes perhaps this time her little fly falls asleep right away, she hears a quiet whisper in the darkness:

“And then I found this thing too, Mama. It tastes odd”

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Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 3

Bedtime is a whole routine when you have three young daughters and want like a billion more.

CW: Light dash of spice

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

While the twins babble to each other Cassandra and Rahul get a minute to chat in hushed voices.

Cassandra: Forget the pancakes, something else in this room looks good enough to eat big guy

Rahul: *chuckles and winks* Later, we’ve got to get these ones sorted. But you are also looking very tasty Mrs Chopra. So maybe we’ll both have some private dining later

Cassandra: *laughs* I do hope so

Rahul: Do you want to do night shift with Viola or should I

Cassandra: *through food* How tired are you? Because I can stay up several hours yet but you look fatigued

Rahul: I’m never going to be too fatigued to woohoo with you

Cassandra: *sighs* I know the feeling

Rahul: But since you asked I am feeling a bit drained

Cassandra: *smiles* Knew it!

Rahul: My wife is always right

Cassandra: A good life motto

Rahul: After we put the twins to bed I’ll nap then after you get Viola to sleep wake me up and we can… have dessert. After that I can keep an ear out for Viola

Cassandra: Deal *smiles* I love you big guy

Rahul: I love you right back my darling

Cassandra: And I love your pixel parts

For a while they eat in silence, each planning what could happen later.

Savannah: Mama! Papa! I all done

Rahul: Yes I can see that

Savannah: Mama lift me free?

Cassandra: *finishes bite* Here I come

Mercedes: Papa take me potty

Rahul: Manners?

Mercedes: *sighs* Peas papa

Cassandra: How about you honeybee

Savannah: Potty please mama

Rahul: Okay girls, Viola is sleeping so keep quiet. *sternly* I mean it, no funny business

Twins: *quietly* yes papa

Rahul: You’re both getting so big, you’ll be out of diapers soon

Savannah: We be potty trained?

Cassandra: You’re so close honeybee

Mercedes: Yay! Mama, papa, I not have oops

Rahul: Good job

Cassandra scoops her up and gives her an extra snuggle while Savannah finishes off.

Mercedes: Mama?

Cassandra: Yes little ladybug

Mercedes: Can I have story time?

Cassandra: What book shall we do tonight

Savannah: I pick

Mercedes: I pick! You pick last

Savannah: No you pick last

Cassandra: How about the Princess and the Pea? You both like that one

Rahul gets Savannah tucked in while Cassandra sits on the edge of Mercedes’ bed to read the story with the alternate ending Casandra wrote when she was a teen.

Cassandra: At this news the princess jumps up from the table spilling her breakfast and startling the king and queen. “You deliberately made me have a rough night sleep after I came seeking shelter in the rain? All to find someone delicate enough to marry your son?” The king and queen said-

All: It was the only way!

Cassandra: The princess turned to the prince, horrified and said-

All: You are no prince!

Cassandra: The princess continued “I may be delicate but I have a brain and self worth. I will not be your trophy.” The princess left the castle leaving the royals in stunned silence and made it back to her own castle. There she happily slept on her mattresses and no vegetables appeared in it as her people loved her. The prince-

All: Never ever wed!

Cassandra: And the princess was not known for being kept awake by a pea, but by her kindness and compassion for everyone in her kingdom

At the story’s conclusion Cassandra kisses both of her girls goodnight and heads to find Viola who has been napping in the high chair.

Cassandra: Wake up green bean, it’s time to try some food. Let’s see how you feel about applesauce huh

Cassandra scoops a small bit on the spoon and moves it close to Viola’s face so she can see it. Viola looks puzzled and sniffs at it.

Rahul: *tiredly* Come on Viola, you can try it

Cassandra: Big guy will you please go nap before you pass out

Rahul: I just want to see her try it *yawns* it’s her first baby food

Cassandra: Okay green bean, open wide

She smears some of the applesauce over Viola’s lips making the infant stick her tongue out. Cassandra sneaks some into her mouth and Viola holds it there, unsure of what to do with this not milk offering.

After a small swallow she is still unsure about it. Cassandra keeps trying to feed her hoping she will make up her mind one way or the other. Viola makes up her mind alright. She decides that squishing the food that falls out of her mouth is actually the most fun thing. Cassandra beings making some aeroplane noises to accompany the bobbing spoon and Viola begins to understand when to open her mouth, baby steps.

Cassandra: How was that then my little green bean? Did you like it

Viola: do da fru fru (I don’t know yet)

Cassandra: Well we tried. We’ll try some more tomorrow maybe. How about some milk huh? Nice warm milk

Viola: I aaa (my favourite)

After drinking her full Viola gets burped. Cassandra is delighted when just bubbles come out. The twins spat up a lot after feeding but Viola hardly ever does. It’s fascinating for Cassandra to see how early her children are individuals with their own personalities. Hopefully once Viola becomes a toddler the house won’t be without an infant for long.

Cassandra carries Viola into the nursery and notices she’s seeming agitated. She’s fidgeting and has started breathing much faster than normal.

Cassandra: What’s wrong green bean

Viola: ca na doo (the rain is scary)

Outside is getting pelted with heavy summer rain. In the nursery the sound of rain on the main roof is enhanced by the noise of rain hitting the glass roofs covering the porch and patch of yard. Viola peeks over Cassandra’s shoulder fearfully and nuzzles her nose into her mama for safety.

Cassandra: Is the rain a bit loud Viola? I suppose it is rather heavy tonight. Would you like to hear a song about it

Cassandra holds Viola close and rubs her back while singing itsy bitsy spider. Her mind travels back to hearing her mother sing it to her and Alexander when the storms made it seem like the mansion would wash away. After a while Viola’s breathing slows down and returns to normal.

Cassandra: There there now, see Viola, rain is nothing to be afraid of

Cassandra places her infant down on the changing table and begins a diaper change. Not long into it Viola lets loose and pee spurts everywhere! Cassandra doesn’t enjoy being coated but she is happy to see Viola now chuckling away and kicking her little legs. After wiping down herself and the infant Cassandra carries Viola to her crib.

Cassandra: I know you seem to soothe yourself but mama will put a lullaby on to help since the rain is so loud

Viola sticks her foot in her mouth in response.

Cassandra: I love you Viola. Have good dreams and be kind to your papa if you wake in the night okay

Back in her room Cassandra cheekily wakes Rahul up with some tickling.

Rahul: Hello to you to

Cassandra: Are you feeling more rested now *kisses*

Rahul: I don’t know. I look at you and my heart races. Did you get Viola down alright

Cassandra: She was a bit worried about the rain *kisses* but a song calmed her down

Rahul: Will you sing me a song

Cassandra lies next to him and runs her hand along his cheek as she thinks about how best to respond.

Cassandra: I thought you knew, I have a symphony of sounds that is just for you

Rahul: Luckily your symphony invites audience participation

Cassandra: Just yours and mine big guy

Rahul pulls her close and after a deep kiss the two head under the covers. When they’re done for the night a moment of peace descends over the property as every living thing sleeps.

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Bad Reputation – Chapter 1

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Series Summary: In a world full of careless supes, powerful people, and corruption on all levels, Y/N’s the typical millennial, trying to make the world a better place one good deed at a time. As a civil rights lawyer in New York City, justice, kindness, and selflessness are her motto. Her patience is tested, however, when none other than America’s ass himself shows up on her doorstep and needs help.

Warnings: +18, strong language (please mind the fandom), angst + crack = crangst, violence & a few death threats, a budding forceful friendship?

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I, uh... words... Okay. How to describe this? Maybe “opposites attract” meets “gun-point friendship to lovers”? This is still in the early days of writing, but I wanted to share this first chapter with you guys as a thank you since I’ve reached 500 followers yesterday and y’all know I can’t do one-shots or keep things short 😂 I appreciate every single one of you so much and I hope you enjoy this little series. It was a lot of fun to write and to play around with a new character (even one we don’t know much about & I wrote this after 3x04). Enjoy, loves! And no, for once this wasn’t inspired by T. Swift but by the Joan Jett song 🤘

Say a big thank you to my sweet @eevvvaa for encouraging me to post this months sooner than I normally would have 😉🖤

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“And we’re done,” the EMT smiles kindly as she removes the needle from Y/N’s arm and carefully places a band-aid over the small puncture wound.

Y/N rolls down the sleeve of her hoodie and rises from the metal examination table, gathering the rest of her belongings. “Thanks, Amy. Have a good night.”

“Don’t forget: plenty of fluids and eat something. I don’t want you to faint again,” Amy reminds her with her infamous concerned brow as Y/N hops out of the back of the ambulance.

“Don’t worry. I have a box of macaroni and cheese waiting for me,” she grins in response, but honestly, it’s nothing to get jealous over. It tastes like the most generic shit ever and nothing like her grandma used to make it.

It’s Wednesday and almost midnight when she strolls home below 14th street into the Village. Street lamps and neon signs guide her way home, tourists and locals crossing paths on sidewalks. New York City is never quiet, especially after midnight, and especially with Vought HQ and all its superheroes nestled right in the heart of the city.

Every Wednesday, she donates blood after work. Hospitals are in dire need of it, not surprising with all the destruction around caused by reckless and careless supes – not that legal action could ever be pursued. She knows. Every second client of hers has been damaged or violated by a so-called hero, but barely a handful of them ever get any compensation for it.

Y/N’s not a superhero and never wanted to be one, even if Mother Theresa paid her a million bucks. Maybe that sort of power would only corrupt her like it seems to do with everybody else, you know?

In other words, Y/N’s simply a woman with a kind heart and a giving spirit. She grew up in suburban Connecticut with two warm-hearted parents and an admirable older brother. She doesn’t live lavishly, only buying what’s necessary and donating the rest. She’s still occupying the same apartment she’s lived in since she attended NYU. It’s a crappy place, hasn’t been renovated since the 80s, but she all too happily still calls it home. The world has become a sinister place ever since greed and corruption took over, but she’s far from willing to give up. If she can better the lives of a handful of people, that’s enough for her. So, she spends every ounce of her free time helping others. She helps organize protests, tutors kids for free at the local youth center, volunteers at homeless and animal shelters, and stops by the retirement home as often as she can to play bingo with old vets.

Y/N doesn’t care that there aren’t any days left for herself anymore. Her self-care is giving time to others. It makes her happy to make them happy, believing kindness is still the greatest superpower of all and time the most valuable gift.

With almost scientific accuracy, she pushes her various keys into all four locks before kicking the badly oiled door to her apartment open and closing it behind her, the rustling of a chain and four locks following. She’s already been mugged five times since her move to the city. No superhero ever came to help, which was probably for the best, considering the building would’ve most likely been leveled.

You’d think she’s kidding, but she’s not. Just during her lunch break, a building in Midtown was demolished to the ground with nineteen people left dead by some airhead supe. Honestly, she’d move, but these idiots have been scattered all over the country by fucking Vought. It’s like an alien race has ceased the planet and declared itself the new rulers of Earth. Everyone else is presented with two options: obey or die, and even if you play along, the chances of being blown into oblivion are still high.

Y/N grabs the pack of Queen Maeve’s Macaroni and Cheese from the pantry and turns on the stove, carelessly dropping the gross contents into a pot. Everything’s branded these days, and it’s even hard to purchase something that’s not decorated with one of those fuckers’ faces. Honestly, they might as well go ahead and burn that shit into her skin. It really doesn’t matter anymore.

While the yellow paste is cooking itself to completion, her mom calls like she usually does when Y/N gets home from work, even stays up late to check in, and always whispers through the speaker so as not to wake her snoring father next to her in the bed. Her mother constantly worries about her, wishes she’d only move back where it’s “safer,” but Y/N knows safe places don’t really exist anymore. Have they truly ever? To her, it seems like they’re a mere illusion people hold onto to sleep better at night.

Suddenly, some continuous thundering pounds on the front door rattle her, and she jolts up, almost dropping the phone in her hands into the pot. The pounding is so goddamn loud and heavy that the whole wall shakes and the thin wooden door comes close to giving in and crashing down.

A few seconds pass before she’s unlocked the door again, phone neatly tucked between her ear and shoulder as she pries the door open, the chain still providing her some necessary safety.

Her brow furrows, head tilting to the side, and her eyes wander up the tall, bulky frame of the stranger on her doorstep. He breathes heavily, stares angrily, and looks…

“Uh, Mom, I gotta hang up. There’s a homeless guy at my door,” Y/N says and mindlessly ends the call, her mother’s “call the cops, honey,” only a faint sound in the distance.

She’s not gonna lie: the dude in front of her looks rough. Long, untamed hair and an even more untamed beard almost entirely hide his green eyes and the freckles on his skin, dirty and ripped clothes (sweats no less) clad his muscular body, and his smell direly suggests a need for a shower. Either way, he seems to be in his thirties and definitely gives off serial killer vibes.

“Can I-, can I help you, sir?”

Look, if the guy needs a shower, some food, and fresh clothes, she’s not gonna turn him away. Everybody needs a little help sometimes or the kindness of a stranger. She’s still got some old attire from her brother lying around that she was going to donate anyway. She probably should call her upstairs neighbor Eddie, though, before she lets the man inside. Although, by the looks of it, the guy seems like he could probably take out both her and Eddie easily at once. Nevertheless, some extra protection never hurts, right?

However, before she can lift her phone to her ear again, the guy’s fingers curl firmly around the rusty metal chain. He yanks it off its hinges, screws propelling to the floor, and violently pushes the door open. The sudden force makes her stumble backward, and before she can utter a single word or catch her balance, he bursts into her apartment.

Her breath hitches as she watches his chest furiously heave and his nostrils flare. “Wait… what are you doing? You can’t just-,” she splutters, the rest of her sentence cut off by his hand around her throat.

He’s quick, too quick to even see him move when he pushes her harshly against the door, his fingers squeezing into her flesh and tightening her airway as her feet lift off the creaking floorboards.

“Can’t do what?” he growls through clenched teeth, a certain cockiness gleaming in his eyes. She’s scared shitless and can tell that little detail only amuses him.

His strength is unnatural and the arrogance on point, so she doesn’t have to think long and hard about who she’s up against. “You’re one of them... Supe…What do you want from me?” Each word pushes out with an exhaustive breath, making her wonder how many she’s got left, the harsh grip on her throat seemingly unwavering.

Quietly and mostly reserved, he stares at her, studies her, as eternal seconds tick away on the clock. She squeezes her eyes shut, a part of her already accepting her fate and repeating the death statistics in her mind. Dying by supe is almost as likely as a heart attack nowadays. She guesses for her it’ll be the former.

But then, absolutely nothing happens. In fact, his grasp even loosens slightly, and as she dares to open one eyelid again, she finds him gazing at her display of family photos on the little side table next to the door. Then he abruptly drops her, her ass rather painfully hitting the ground. She rubs the sore skin on her throat and coughs until her lungs finally refill with enough oxygen at her first deep inhale.

Her eyes then find the supe as he paces curiously through her living room. He stops in front of the window and gazes through the yellowing blinds, pushing them apart with two digits. “You know, this used to be my place. Got it back in the late 70s… off the books. Warhol recommended it to me. He brought the sluts from Studio54 here and fucked ‘em upstairs,” he chuckles over his shoulder and throws her an expectant look like she’s supposed to be impressed by his little history lesson.

Who the fuck is this guy?

“What a… sweet story,” she clears her throat and smiles at him, but she’s sure it looks awkwardly uncomfortable as she slowly gets back onto her feet, her back pressing against the door. Man, she wishes she could disappear right through it. “Look, I get being sentimental, but I don’t care that you’re a supe. I’ll call the cops if you don’t fuck off.”

What follows next can only be described as a death stare before the creases around his eyes soften and his whole body starts to erupt into shakes.

Oh shit… he’s fucking laughing at her. That’s not a good sign.

His laugh is loud and booming as it bounces off the walls. He rubs the tears out of his eyes, still chuckling when he strolls her way. “Gotta admit, I haven’t laughed like that in… well, hell, probably forty years.”

“Gnarly,” she grits sarcastically, and yet her heart is wildly hammering against her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears like a shrill alarm bell. Maybe it’s the coronary that gets her, after all.

His mouth opens, ready to retort something or swerve into another story, but then he closes it, his eyes flickering to the TV screen as the late-night news report rolls footage of today’s explosion.

And then, she’s certain the heart attack wins because she surely can’t feel hers beating anymore.

Holy fucking shit Christ… She’s fucked, isn’t she?

“That was you, wasn’t it?” Same sweats, Y/N. Why are you even asking? “You killed nineteen people,” she whispers, and it comes out almost incredulously, like the number can’t be real and representatively standing in her living room right now. It’s too fucking surreal.

His head snaps to her, each heavy step towards her pushing his full weight onto the old, wooden floorboards. His eyes are dark, empty, and nefarious, his body threateningly towering over her small frame like the Berlin Wall. She’d love to cower in front of him, but she’s even too frozen for that. “You want to be number twenty, darling?” His hand reaches out, knuckles lifting her chin to meet his gaze. She shivers in fear and flinches away. He smirks and drops his hand to his side. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I have no intention of hurting a pretty girl like yourself, okay? Now, all you need to do to make me keep that promise is to shut that fucking mouth and stay outta my way. If you don’t, I might have to crush your skull. Understood?”

She nods with a thick swallow, her mind racing a mile a minute before her brain flatlines altogether.

“Good,” he smiles and ambles to the couch, planting himself in front of the TV. She’s frozen in place, can’t move a limb or a goddamn pinky. She’s not sure she’s even allowed to breathe at this point. All she hears and feels are her thudding heartbeat in her ears and the fear coursing through her veins.

He glances at her from his periphery, rather annoyed, and sighs, “Look, after a goodnight’s sleep to clear my fucking head, I’m gone again and you can return to your pathetic, little life, alright? I just need… a safe place, okay?” He shifts a bit on the couch and looks at her fully now.

“O-Okay,” is her response, not quite believing that word left her mouth. But for a blink of a literal eye, there was a softness flashing across his pupils. “You-, uh, are you hungry? I can order pizza.”

Jesus fucking Christ, is she losing her mind?

He seems to be as baffled by her question as she is. “Aren’t you cooking dinner right now?” He gestures to the pot on the stove.

She grimaces and shakes her head, “Trust me, you don’t wanna eat that.”

“You just found out I killed nineteen people. Do you really care what I eat?”

Well, he’s got her there. She really just wants him to leave her apartment again, but she supposes that won’t happen anytime soon, judging how his ass is firmly planted on her fucking couch. But now, she’s stirred her own appetite for pizza and craves some comfort food on top of it all. The last fifteen minutes have been incredibly stressful, and she’s donated a lot of blood tonight and feels dizzy under the circumstances.

“Okay, let me ask you this,” he interrupts her train of thought when several seconds pass without a response from her, “Are you just offering pizza so you can leave and get help?”

She shakes her head, lips slightly pursed. “No, uh, I was gonna DoorDash it.”

His brow knits, and when she pulls out her phone to show him what she intends to do, he suddenly jumps up from the couch and snatches the device from her hands, almost crushing it in his fist. “Whoa! What weapon is that?”

Confused, she arches an eyebrow at him, “Weapon?” Seriously, who the hell is this guy? He looks way too young to have partied here in the 70s and everything about him seems a little odd and out of place. “That’s a phone,” she points out.

He scoffs, the angry wrinkles on his brow reappearing, “How stupid do you think I am?”

“You want me to answer that honestly?” she snorts and then chokes the laugh when his glare only intensifies. “Look, I promise it’s just a phone, okay? Everyone’s got ‘em. Nothing special about it,” she assures him, and to her surprise, he seems to believe her, his shoulders slumping a little.

“It doesn’t have any buttons,” he grunts and squints his eyes at the device in his large hands.

“Yeah, it’s a touch screen,” she shrugs and observes his lips curl into a pout. God, he almost resembles her grandpa when she gave him a tablet for Christmas. “Can I have it back to order, or do you wanna do it?”

A moment passes between them as he seems to contemplate his options before shooting her a reluctant glance and handing her the phone back. “Nah, I’m sure you can handle it, sweetheart,” he smacks her ass with a smirk and coolly proceeds to saunter to the TV as if he hadn’t just touched her inappropriately.

“Sure,” she replies somewhat bitterly. Any other guy would have already received a lecture and a sprained wrist from her, but she figures an ass grab is not really worth dying over.

While she opens the app and places an order, she watches him as he inspects her TV, his head poking behind the flatscreen. The app announces the pizzas will be delivered in twenty minutes, and as she glances up at the superhero in her living room again, he has moved on to her laptop now. He picks it up, weighs it in his hands before opening it up sideways like a book. All in all, he seems lost and, frankly, slightly panicked.

Yeah… she should ask questions, right?

“Uh, just-…” Upon her utterance, he puts the computer back down on her desk and blinks at her expectantly. “Are you… alright? Like, in the head?”

His eyebrows draw tightly together, and then he rolls his eyes and licks his lips. “What do you mean?”

She twitches her shoulders, hoping she won’t say something stupid that’s going to get her killed. “I, uh, I just mean… maybe you have amnesia or something. Maybe a concussion? Did something happen to you? You remember anyone hitting you over the head?”

“Why are you asking?” he snaps a little impatiently.

“It’s just… the phone, the TV, the computer-”

His eyes widen almost comically as he thumbs back over his shoulder to her desk, “That’s a computer?”

“Yeah, see, kinda the point I was trying to make,” she nods. “No offense, but you seem like someone who’s stuck in another decade. And honestly, you look way too young to have already been alive and partying here in the 70s. Are you one of those supes that doesn’t age? Did you take on someone else’s identity, like a, uh, a mind switch? Or is your superpower time traveling and a wormhole scrambled your brain?”

“Look, I-…,” he scratches the nape of his neck and purses his lips. “Something like that. You don’t need to know the exact details, okay?”

The doorbell interrupts their talk, and she quickly rushes to accept the food. For a second, she thinks about dashing out that door and calling for help, but she doesn’t want to get the delivery guy killed with her. She puts the two boxes on the coffee table, the supe instantly plopping down on the couch and grabbing himself a slice. The way he hums in delight around the melted cheese and crust makes her think it’s been a while since he had a decent meal.

“Uhm, if you want, you can use the shower. I have some fresh clothes that should fit you, too,” she offers him and softly clears her throat to catch his attention. “Nothing fancy. Just some old ones from my brother.”

“Thanks,” he states gruffly and then continues to eat and watch TV.

She cleans up the kitchen a little, removes the vomit-looking food from the pot, and mostly stays out of the superhero’s way. After he’s done with his pizza, he wordlessly locks himself in the bathroom while she tells him a fresh set of clothes is already lying on the hamper. He showers for approximately fourteen minutes before she hears him cursing when the water finally runs cold. She’s turned the TV off in the meantime and prepared the pull-out couch for the night, only the dim and flickering kitchen light remaining to illuminate the apartment. The door to the bathroom then opens, steam flowing through the crack as her eyes slowly wander up his frame.

Admittedly, he looks a lot better once he’s cleaned himself up, her brother’s old Giants jersey and sweats fitting him like a glove. The hair and beard still remain a wild mess, and even the supe seems to think so as he rubs his chin rather uncomfortably and then looks up at her.

“Oh, uh, I can get you a razor tomorrow,” she tells him. He nods silently, and yet, she can detect a little gratefulness gleaming in his green orbs. Still, she reminds herself he murdered nineteen people and only threatened her an hour ago. As she dries the last plate over the sink, however, he walks to the fridge and grabs himself a beer, examining the label closely before popping the bottle open and gulping it down.

“I’m Ben,” he suddenly says, and her eyes almost spring wide open because she’s so surprised by the information he decides to share. A small part of her already bet on that he’d likely kill her in her sleep tonight.

“Wow, uhm, no stupid superhero name?” she questions, bites her bottom lip instantly, and honestly doesn’t understand why she keeps engaging him. She should count her blessings that she’s still breathing at all.

“I think it’s best if you don’t know that either, darling,” he replies and then stares at her intensely before she realizes he’s waiting to hear her name.

“Oh, uh, Y/N,” she swallows and then abruptly backs out of the kitchen. She doesn’t exactly know why, but his presence is making her feel fairly uncomfortable – and not just because of the killer look in his pine green eyes. “Uhm, I’m gonna go to sleep. I left a pillow and blanket on the couch for you. I’ll take the bed since I pay rent and you better not crawl into mine while I’m asleep. Got it?” she tells him in a sharp tone, wondering where the fuck that courage is coming from and immediately feeling like she’s going to pass out.

He bobs his head, tongue licking over his plump lips as he guides the beer bottle away from them. There’s slight amusement detectable in the corners of his mouth. “Alright… But you’re aware I could easily kill you and just take the bed, yeah?”

To his bewilderment, though, she plainly shrugs her shoulders and bravely meets his gaze, “Honestly? At this point you’d be doing me a favor.”

When he only nods and nurses his beer in silence, she finally escapes into her bedroom and closes the door firmly behind her, locking it for good measure, although she knows that won’t do shit to keep out a supe if he ever changes his mind about her living status during the night.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How is she supposed to get outta this one alive?

Chapter 2

Please do let me know if you want more of this! I’m a little goofing around with this series and having fun. It’s got a bit of everything in it and if you know my writing and my humor by now, you probably can guess what this series will be like 😝 Don’t worry, tho – there’s no excessive slow burn, but as you can tell reader needs a little time to adjust to her hostage situation 🙈

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 3 months

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Hello I’m here to demand you tell me everything about Scarlet SanDiego pretty pretty pls with a Cherry on top

EEEEEK *takes in deep breath* ok this is a long one

-> Scarlett Vera Sandiego

Sister: Xiomara Isabel Calloway

Animated FC: Princess Elena Castillo Flores from EOA (different eye color and auburn hair)

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego 2019/Laws of Attraction

Designated Tag: #scarlett sandiego oc

LI: Soren Reinhart (OC; International Spy)

I also remembered my OG LOA MC literally after you made the ask 😭 (Kavya "Kavi" Asvaldr Nikatas I think, also she/her who is besties with my CoP MC) and I actually was gonna end up pairing her with Thomas in an alt MOTY Universe! Though I haven't finished the series yet so Thomas was gonna be my backup LI unless I decide who she wants to be with/stay single. The idea of her 7th wheeling is hilarious to me. So if she sounds more interesting for the Windverse™️ feel free to tell me. It might even be easier since she's a blank slate that I can add to after replaying

I don't really know where to begin so this post is kind of gonna be a mess/super vague uhhhh

Nickname(s): Scar

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality/Preference: Bisexual

Religious Identity: Agnostic

Birthday/Zodiac: December 15 (Sagittarius)

Major: Lawyer

Born/Raised: Buenos Aires, Argentina -> Sydney, Australia

Parents: Carmen Sandiego (Superthief -> Philanthropist) and Graham "Crackle" Calloway (Ex-Electrician; Deceased in "Accidental" Fire)

Ethnicity(?): Argentinian and Indigenous Australian

Trivia: Central Heterochromia (Hazel-Gray Eyes)

Life Motto: "Find your inner flame"

Connection w/ Other MCs: Friends with OPH MC and I believe she's distantly related to my ACOR MC? I have to check lol

I'm literally blanking rn but basically, her parents used to be thieves and part of a secret evil organization (her mom was raised there from birth and met her dad at the same school), and after they defeated said organization, they settled down (even started the Scarlet Sheep Orphanage) but ofc the leaders of [organization] weren't gonna let them live happily ever after. So they staged a fire that killed Gray. Scar ran back inside after she saw her father die. She lived with a lot of resentment towards the organization and specifically the people who killed her father, but eventually, she was able to take that grief and do everything she could in her power to ensure justice is always served (literally, she's a fashion icon in my head). She didn't have a conventional family growing up but there was a lot of love (ninja grandfather, mechanic aunt and racecar driver uncle, secret agent godparents, famous singer aunt, and-)

How They Look Like:

From left to right: Scarlett Sandiego (art by @procrastinateland) and Kavya Nikatas

#omg it's been 84 years since I've talked about my beloved she was my very first OC *ever*#she has a lot of alt universes so the people here from my The Scars of Revenge era may be a lil confused that is another reason LOA MC 2 #might be easier to work with but again I don't wanna be a hassle 😭#asks #scarlett sandiego oc #mir's musings 💬#carmen sandeigo netflix #carmen sandiego #graham calloway #tdp soren #xiomara calloway oc #playchoices #mother of the year #thomas mendez #red crackle #wholesome memories 📸#kavya nikatas oc #laws of attraction

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# Ever After High - Official Illustrated Book (by Panini) Translation from Portuguese into English by @luc-elementix Source Images: Video by Stickerz on YouTube

Once Upon A Time... Or Not! Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a school called Ever After High. There, princes, princesses, villains, heroes and characters from fairy tales were getting ready to live their magical, exciting legends that were repeated the same way for each generation. But now it's time for a different class of students, a more challenging one. By the courage of one of them, everyone will be able to choose their destiny - whether it be a Rebel and write a new story or stay a Royal and relive the path of their parents. Or even change your mind halfway through! - Exactly! What matters is that for Ever After High students, nothing is impossible anymore! - Now it's your turn. Turn the page... and choose your destiny!

- You were rude... We didn't even introduce ourselves! - Oh yes! Well, we are the narrators. - Hey, don't forget about me! - Oh, and this is our daughter, Brooke. - Much pleasure!!!

The concepts of devilish villain and helpless girl are in check in the current generation of Ever After High. The greatest rivalry in fairy tales, between Snow White and Evil Queen, just doesn't happen with their daughters. They are practically friends!

Raven Queen Despite having inherited the power to do destructive magic, Raven Queen has a kind heart. Of course, her mother and her teachers encourage her to be a villain, but that is not in her character. Raven would like to write a happier destiny for her story.

My friend has more talent for being a pop star than being a bad guy! How fantastic!

Apple White Apple White is destined to rule the most important kingdom and live happily ever after with her Prince Charming. She has all the skills to be a great leader, interference to rule, wealth to spare, stunning beauty and unstoppable popularity! - Oops, a correction. She has ALMOST everything! The certainty of this perfect future is still lacking... For those who think that governing is spending the day sitting in a chair, a reminder: being a princess is a high-risk and hard-working task!

Legacy Day Legacy Day is the most important moment for the heirs of fairy tales, when they claim that they will live the same fate as their parents. Or not. This year, all certainties are put in check! Some students decide to leave the following of a life already traced and allow themselves the freedom to make their own paths. Ever After High is forever changed after this line: "I’m Raven Queen and I will write my own destiny. My happy ever after starts now!" Even under the threat of disappearing, Raven takes courage, denies her legacy as Evil Queen, and inspires other students to become Rebels.

Raven's release and Apple's despair. Imagine seeing your perfect future in danger! The defenders of traditions - those who have a "happily ever after" in their stories - become the group of Royals. Now Ever After High is divided. It is not a separation between good and bad, princes and subjects, heroes and villains. It's a break between those who want to live a new fairy tale and those who prefer to repeat traditional stories.

Okay, there was this division and all that. Just to make it clear we keep chatting, having parties, hanging out together etc, etc, etc.

- What perhaps few people have realized is that everyone has options and choices to make. Including that of being neither Royal or Rebel! - Or to be both!

Adolescence at Ever After High is a time of expectations, compromises, apprenticeships, and... parties! In charge of the action there are Briar Beauty and Madeline Hatter - the funniest, most charismatic and energetic girls the school has ever known!

Ha, ha, ha! Is this how everyone sees us? Hat-astic!

Briar Beauty As a figlia of Sleeping Beauty, Briar must sleep for 100 years until being kissed by her prince. So while she's awake, she has no time to waste! Her motto is: "if you're a Royal, you live every day intensely!" - Except when she falls asleep out of nowhere, right?

Madeline Hatter Maddie is unpredictable as her father, the Mad Hatter from Wonderland. With her, a simple walk in the forest can turn into a crazy party! And everything around her seems to defy logic, especially inside the Mad Hatter’s Tea Shop.

Speaking of that, we can take a break because it's time for a cup of tea! I want a tangerine! - She's crazy, isn't she? Yes, I am, thanks for noticing it!

Two woodland girls, Cerise Wood and Ashlynn Ella come from very different origins. While Cerise has inherited a secret from Little Red Riding Hood's story that makes her a rebel from birth, Ashlynn is Cinderella's daughter and a royal by definition...

Cerise Hood Do you know that story about the helpless little girl who cuts through the forest to go to grandma's house and is scared by the Big Bad Wolf? It wouldn't happen to Cerise! This girl is smart, agile and runs much faster than anyone else!

Cerise is the daughter of the Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf!

Ashlynn Ella Aslynn knows her mother's footsteps, but she's a morning princess, so her time limit for the enchantments ends at midday. She loves animals and can converse with all beings of nature. For her, that's what really matters! - If there isn't a shoe sale around, right?

Princes Ever After deserves heroic and athletic princes charming to take care of so many princesses. The brothers Daring and Dexter Charming are at the top of the list! - Is that enough? Today the girls are so modern and full of attitude...

Daring Charming Daring is the oldest and has a smile that melts even the girls' thoughts. How does he define himself in the future? "Brave, handsome, kind, handsome, thoughtful and... handsome!" In other words, while not saving damsels in distress, he tries to solve big dilemmas, like which side of his face is the most photogenic!

Dexter Charming - Dexter is gentle, careful, worried, shy... And he is irresistible when he takes off his glasses! Oh, oh... - But luckily for the girls, he doesn't know he has so many qualities, so he always try to improve. - Yeah!!! Daring would have a lot to learn from Dexter, right?

Heroes Heroes with a lot of personality! Sparrow is a nice guy who enjoys being the center of attention. Hunter is very friendly and is always willing to help everyone..

Sparrow Hood Sparrow Hood is the son of Robin Hood, but he would rather have his face on a concert poster than a wanted poster. He is a great guitarist and sings very well, having success with the girls. - I admit he's a charm on stage...

Hunter Huntsman Hunter just has a little problem being the next fairytale Huntsman. He is terrible at chasing animals and would never think of hunting any of them! Much less the squirrel Pesky! - Ha, ha, ha! It's true! So much so that his favorite burger is the vegetarian one...

Ever After High Being a hero or a villain of a fairy tale is a difficult task that requires precise skills and a lot of learning. That's why our future protagonists study at Ever After High, the only high school that teaches everything from Princesology and Hero Training to Advanced Illusions and Domestic Villainy. - Mom, I reaaaally want to go there! - No way, Brooke! Your job is to tell the stories. No appearing in one! - Hmm! Maybe I'll become a rebel then!

The Professor Rumpelstilskin is determined to make students do poorly on exams, he just doesn't know that the current generation is way smarter! He's going to need some lessons in how to screw with students. The powerful Madam Yaga has more years of knowledge than she has of life! I think now you can understand how she became so knowledgeable. Excitement is the Professor Jack B. Nimble's central ingredient. He loves dramatically exaggerated stories!

Students run, do gymnastics and even sleep in school. It's a coexistence so intense that it causes confusion, like future rivals becoming roommates and impossible couples falling in love! Well if something is still impossible in this story. It must be a nuisance for the Professor Pied Piper to attract dozens of mice every time he tries to teach a class... As responsible for school safety and discipline, Sir Big Bad Wolf has convincing arguments for put the kids in line!

Charades Giles Grimm, brother of Headmaster Milton Grimm, is centuries old and traveled many lands before founding Ever After High. Because of a curse, he lives hidden in the Cave of Lost Tales, a secret library under the school, and only speaks Riddlish, a strange language from Wonderland. With his magic mirror, he stays on top of everything that happens.

"A king who sings with pages of the sky is very afraid of dawn eating a pastel." Let me translate because this is getting really confusing! He said there's something wrong with the Storybook of Legends and, even if Raven won't sign it, her story will go on.

"If the entrance to the bear's den is open so wide, do you think it's possible to change an elephant?" When she also becomes co-president, Maddie makes the students sick! Do you know what the secret to speaking Riddlish without fear is? Make a meaningless sentence and leave everyone lost. How about trying? You just have to win!

C.A. Cupid C.A. Cupid is the daughter of Eros, the God of Love in Greek mythology, and therefore has nothing to do with fairy tales. But the school needs a little help... Cupid doesn't intend to cast any love spells, so he encourages people to listen to their hearts. Not to mention that, with those wings and the arrow-shaped heel, she renews Ever After's arsenal of fashion accessories!

Ginger Breadhouse Ginger Breadhouse is marked by the stigma of her mother, the Wicked Witch of the Forest, who lured Hansel and Gretel with a house made of sweets. Ginger has inherited her cooking skills, but she just wants to cook the best treats for everyone!

Cedar Wood Cedar Wood is not a princess, but she taught the greatest lesson in beauty! She was the one who shared what needed to be said in fairy tales: being pretty is not the most important thing. The beauty is in being smart, graceful and in character. Good thing Pinocchio's heiress is enchanted to just tell the truth, right?

Rapunzel had twin daughters: Poppy and Holly O'Hair. By the hair you can tell who wants to inherit their mother's story, right? - Hey, there's something wrong there. In fact, Poppy is the heiress, because she is older! It's okay, twins always find a way to confuse others... After all, they don't have to tell anyone that their birth certificates were switched. Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything! Tea time!

Poppy O'Hair Poppy is very creative in short cuts. After all, she trains every day because her hair grows so fast! Although she is a princess, she prefers to adopt a more basic fashion style instead of wearing dresses full of layers and ruffles.

Holly O'Hair To make her hair look so long and beautiful, Holly has to be very disciplined - and that effort has even spread to her studies! Maybe she's a little anxious too, because she always keeps a braid on hand in case her prince arrives early.

Excuse me, narrators! As the official reporter for Ever After High, it's my turn to tell the story. Let's go there, connected to MirrorNet and starting the transmission in 3, 2, 1...

Blondie Lockes Here we are, dear students, for another MirrorCast! I'm Blondie Lockes, the future Goldilocks, and I'd like to go on record that, if I were the headmistress of the school, the cafeteria food would always be the best! Blondie is very talkative, lively and does everything she can to fit in with the Royals group. She wants to be a princess and wear a crown, even if it doesn't have much to do with her story.

Uff, just between us, this Duchess thinks she's too much! She just poses like a saint holy... Oh, what is that red light? We're streaming in live. Oops!!!

Duchess Swan Let's now go to the official presentation of our delicate Duchess Swan, daughter of the Swan Queen and outstanding dancer at the school's lake. His movements are graceful and musical. Her lightness enchants anyone. Ah, except when she sings, which is a disaster! But who needs a good voice when you dance like this?

The Galley of Wonderland All the magic of Ever After comes from Wonderland. And the most chaotic students too...

Bunny Blanc Bunny Blanc manages to be in the right place, at the right time and next to the one she likes even without being rushed like her father, the White Rabbit. After all, why rush through life?

Fortunately! I missed Alistair so much!

Alistair Wonderland Alistair Wonderland, son of Alice, inherited from his mother the desire to travel and the curiosity to see the world. He is also great at solving riddles and has found a secret passage to Ever After.

Kitty Cheshire She follows her mother's footsteps, a laughing cat for whom play has no limits. That's why Kitty is amused by the confusions she causes at school. After all, she becomes invisible as soon as she gets ready. Like Madeline Hatter, he can also hear narrators, but prefers to ignore them.

Lizzie Hearts Whoever hangs out with Lizzie hears dozens of "Off with your head!" every day. She gets to be irritating... But she's still going to realize that she needs to be nicer if she doesn't want to lose her friends before she becomes the next Queen of Hearts.

Once upon a time, a crazy school that brought together a wrathful gallery of kingdoms far, far away and Wonderland. All there, together and at the same time! It's obvious that it would be confusing...

Adventures and Confusions - Mom, Dad, it's time for me to narrate a chapter alone, don't you think? Please... - Okay, Brooke, just don't abuse it, huh? - Yay!!!

A very powerful enchantment is running around here. Look at Apple's sinister face! And Daring is terrified/scared to death... Ha! I knew he was going to turn out to be a real fool! - No judgments, Booke! - Oops!

Alistair and Bunny find the Storybook of Legends and leave for Ever After. The path looks more like a roller coaster of waterfalls underground! Wow, that doesn't make sense...

After training so hard, Raven decides to compete in the Talent Show playing guitar. Of course, the evil Sparrow tries to get in her way - until she gets too electrifying and malefic! A evil for a good, right?

On Apple's birthday, Blondie tastes a piece of Raven's apple cake and... becomes a phoenix! Worse, it made Briar, who, in addition to putting the transforming potion in the cake, still falls under her own spell!

Why instead of falling asleep for 100 years is Briar playing Raven's role? I bet the Evil Queen has something to do with this! After all, she was the one who stole the real Storybook of Legends, but now she's trapped in the mirror and... - Enough, daughter! Don't tell everything! - My bad, Mom. I even created a suspense at the beginning, ok...

Mirror, My Mirror Great Expectations at Ever After High! It's time to see the most sophisticated, surprising and up-to-date styles of our beautiful girls in three stunning fashion shows!

Masquerade Ball Collection Let's start the show with the glamor of long dresses.. That way, they will attract your prince charming right now! Wow! Briar opens the catwalk by causing gasps from the audience! Beautiful! Cerise parades with flowered boots and socks. Essential for camouflaging in the forest! Layers, overlays and volumes are Raven's highlights. Blondie comes very elegant in the outfit that values the blonde of her hair. Smart choice! Expectation and tension for Ashlynn's walk... Phew! No losing her shoes! Without losing spontaneity, Mad leaves his mark on the collection!

Spring Collection Ah, the season of flowers... Lizzie Hearts did a great job at the Spring Festival in Ever After. Make place for the new looks! Apple updates the beauty of the classic model with textures on the neck and shoulders. Great! The colored streaks in her hair contrast with Briar's sober dress. Trendy! Holly surprises with the mix of colors and stripes. She rocked the purple flower bow! Lady of needles, Lizzie enchants with the dress that enhances her skin tone! The print imitating wood veins is perfect on Cedar! How creative! Kitty is so mysterious with this optical illusion look. And her face!

Hat-astic Collection Saving the Enchanted Forest is a great excuse for a more fun parade inspired by a day in the field. Hairstyles stand out! What a hat-astic collection! Hey, this is my line!

The hostess of the party shows that she knows how to mix different patterns of prints! Kitty is pure sophistication with this beautiful side bun adorned with a hat clip. Raven and Briar rock the outfits with their favorite colors! And Raven has super stylish bangs! Pearl necklace with a polka dot print make Apple charming. Hmm, I hadn't imagined that mustard-colored streaks would look so good on Lizzie. A success! Cedar values her hair with pink and lilac dyes. I love the ponytail!

Behind the scenes of the Fashion World You know what's cool? Go behind the catwalk and meet behind the backstage!!!! Oh, we found unpublished pieces, whose are they? And we can see the girls' makeup tricks/tips... I think I'm going to faint! Wow, you guys love digging through other people's wardrobes, huh?

In addition to using striking black eyeliner, Apple does a double gradient in the shadow. It's perfect! Madeline bets on inverted shade: dark on the inside and light on the outside. Good composition! Raven enhances her lilac eyes with eyeshadow in the same color on the concave and drawn tip. Hmm... I'll try to guess... A hat... A sweater... Purple and black... Wood texture... I think I already know! Cedar's secrets? Brown on the lid and a brighter shade under the eyebrow to brighten the look.

Love is in the Air If there was a spell for romance, life at Ever After High would be a lot quiet. But even the daughter of Eros, who is the God of Love, suffers from the misfortunes of the heart... So imagine for the princes, princesses, heroes, ladies, and mortals... - And, don't think that this is bad, because the story is much more fun that way! - Okay, go on... But only because true love finds a way to work out in the end!

Cupid loved Dexter, who loved Raven, who didn't know if she loved anyone... And that love triangle would make a poem! Hey, then they say Riddlish is complicated, right?

Alone, Apple and Daring provoke a thousand sighs. Together, they are the perfect couple. As they know they will be happily ever after, they are in no rush to date and can enjoy the single life!

An undeclared passion from Wonderland! They are so friendly, so companionable and get along so well that they are afraid to say what they feel and ruin the friendship if they are not reciprocated. Do you know any similar situation like this?

Sometimes the heart plays tricks... How could Cinderella's daughter be with Snow White's Huntsman's son? They're not even from the same tale! To make things worse, Ashlynn is a Royal, Hunter is a Rebel... These two really defy destiny!

For Hopper Croakington II, making a declaration of love and suffering makes the head spin, the heart races and the mouth says... bullshit! Better to hear it from Hopper himself: "You're so soooo hot!" Rough, huh? At least he has a frog version to save the speech! "My sweet Briar, the beauty of this night is nothing compared to your beauty..."

Don't think that escaping from traditions is just a whim of this generation of young people. None of that! The confusions of love have always existed. After the book was ended, who would have thought that the Little Red Riding Hood married the Big Bad Wolf...

The End Is Just the Beginning... This would be the time to say: "and they lived happily ever after!" But the story doesn't end here... There are many blank pages waiting for the beginning of an untold destiny. After all, the future is dreamed of day after day and comes true with every choice we make.

And you... are you a Royal or a Rebel?

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Rookie Year (R.F)

Pairings: Robert Floyd x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 908

Author's Note: Enjoy!

Summary: You loved your boyfriend in every sense of the word, and you supported him through high school. This year was different, this year he wanted to try something new, and like always you planned on supporting him through it.

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"Woah, woah slow down baby," you said in as calm of a voice as you could, "what do you want to do?"

How you found yourself in this situation you have no idea. One minute you were sitting in your shared living room. It was the first day of the season that the fireplace could be turned on so you made sure you were gonna take full advantage of it.

As a Colorado native the move to Annapolis worried you, but as the show feathered down from the sky the worries you had disappeared. It wasn't until your fiancé came crashing back into the house that you decided to worry.

Hi face was bright red from the cold, his hair lightly dusted with snow, and his chest heaved slightly. The puppy that was sound asleep on your lap has jumped up excitedly at the sight of her dad coming home, hopping happily over you to go greet him at the door.

"Babe." He said panting heavily. "You'll never believe this."

He rushed around to the couch, not even bothering to take his coat off, and that is where you two sat for the next hour as he excitedly told you about his newest idea.

"Hockey?" You say slowly.

He nodded a response, his smile displaying large on his face. His eyes sat behind a pair of glasses, studying your face nervously as you let yourself think.

Robert Sebastian Floyd had never given you a reason to worry, in fact, ever since your senior year of high school the motto of your relationship had always been, support each other regardless of the decision. He supported you through your marine biology degree, and you supposed his decision to go the Naval Academy. The two of you spending the last three years of your relationship doing long distance, using every chance you had to make the almost seven hour drive to see each other. Every passion, every hobby, every crazy idea. You stood by each other's sides.

And when you finished your degree a year early, he knew getting down on one knee, practically sobbing as he asked you to be his wife. The moment will forever be sat and framed above the fireplace, the perfect moment being kept in the perfect spot.

"Babe?" He said softly, trying his best to break the strangling silence.

You snap out of your thoughts, looking at your future husband you gaze softens. He is gonna have so much of his life ahead of him.

"Bobby," you say softly, laying a hand gently on his cheek. "You have never given me a reason to worry, you are the love of my life, and if this is what you want to do then I will support you through it."

The once worried expression faded away to reveal joy.

And now you were here.

Six months later, bundled up in an ice rink. Somehow, somewhere in the middle of Canada, cheering your heart out for the boy who has sat on the bench for most of the year.

To his credit he looks really good in hockey gear, and you were still unbelievably proud of him. Spending every single evening after a game comforting his frustration.

The final game of the season seemed to be the most tense one, it was the finals after all. You sat looking just as proud of him as the game before, his name a number proudly sitting on the back of the jersey you wore. The end of the third period coming quickly to an end and the teams were tied.

Letting your mind wander slightly you were quickly snapped back in as Bob went flying past, being on the ice was unusual for him so you were going to make sure that you got to see every second it. He was flying down the ice, skating in and out of the opposing team before finally getting the puck.

It was like you were watching life in slow motion, watching as your fiancé raised his stick and with a sharp *WHAP* the puck made a home in the back of the neck. Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd as the Navy team was now up by one with less than a minute remaining in the game. Bob looked around the stadium excitedly, trying his hardest to find you as his teammates began to celebrate around him.

The game ended and a few short minutes later you found yourself on the ice weaving in and out of players and their families, desperately trying to find the love of your life.

With a gentle hand placed on your back, you were being swept off your feet in the arms of your future husband. Peppering him with kisses, you didn't care who saw at this point.

"I am so unbelievably proud of you bobby," you say in between kisses, earning a chuckle out of him. "You won the game!"

He gave you another smile before kissing you on the lips.

"Darling, I won a lot more than the game."

And now, sitting next to the picture of the greatest day of you life sits a slightly smaller picture of Robert Floyd hold you up on the ice, kissing you. One that was taken while you were both blissfully unaware. Along with it sits the puck he scored with, labeled with the date and game.

A great memory from his rookie year.

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my OCs from a story I’m planning! It’s about a Necromancer and her journey trying to balance the forces of life and death.

Ling (1st character) is a necromancer who come from the now dissolved Imperial Necromancer’s Guild. She travels the lands adhering to her Necromancer Code, making sure life and death are not corrupted. She goes after people seeking immortality or those who create artificial or twisted life. Basically her motto is “Dead things remain dead and those that can live should live”. Her staff is a special necromantic tool that is able to strike down immortal beings as it is imbued with necrotic energies. She also carries with her incense sticks that can be used to create superhot fireballs.

Shin is an Imperial Beast Tamer who works in the court of the Phoenix Empress. He was tasked with capturing Ling but he is quite a lazy individual and thought it be better to just tag along with her seeing as she would return to the Imperial Capital some day. He has a magical pot that stores a variety of monsters at his control. He also has a fan that he uses to block attacks and the skeletons on his clothes move about as they are actual ghosts that he has enslaved to guard him.

Shizuna is an alchemist that Ling recruited to her cause. Shizuna was dabbling in the occult and experimenting with making artificial life before Ling found her. Instead of killing her, Ling spared her on the condition that she use her knowledge to stop others. Shizuna obliged as this would allow her to travel the world and see and experiment on more things, under Ling’s watch of course. Shizuna is naturally curious but also physically weak, a trait she makes up for with her boundless energy.

Meiyonh (name tentative) was a gunsperson in the Imperial Army under the Phoenix Empress. She was large ever since she was a child and chose to join the army as the benefits for her family were good. However after being deployed, she grew dissatisfied with the way the Phoenix Empire worked and deserted the army. She was found and as punishment, she was slit ear to ear and cast into the wilds in exile. She was happened upon by Ling who took care of her for a while. It was during this time Meiyong grew attatched to Ling and was distraught when Ling left. She now works as a bounty hunter while searching for Ling. She spends most of her time drinking.

Chui and Xing are Imperial officers who were tasked with killing Ling. They are happily married and come from two reserved and respected families. While both are very chaotic, they get the job done- a little too well at times and as such, have an Imperial cat advisor to monitor their actions and make sure they dont get out of control. This does not help much anyways as Chui and Xing always leave collateral damage wherever they go

#art #ocs #characters #my ocs

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The Widow - Chapter One

Chapter One

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Warnings: Major character death, angst, description of injuries, grief, catatonic state

Words: 2,147

A/N: Well, here we go! This is the first part of this story that started as a tiny seedling months ago and just kept growing and growing until I just had to get it out of my head and onto the page. I hope you enjoy this emotional rollercoaster!

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“Hey baby,” Sam greeted when you answered the phone. You could hear the grin in his voice, and it made you smile. “How’s your day been?”

“Well, hello there, my sexy husband!” You grinned as you heard Sam quietly chuckle down the phone. It was the kind of chuckle that always came out when he was embarrassed, and you smiled wider knowing you could have such an effect on him. “My day was good. You know that project that I wanted to be lead on?” you asked him.

“Yeah?” Sam responded patiently. You knew that he knew you’d got it, but you had to build the suspense just a little bit.

“Well… I got it!”

“Baby, that’s fantastic! I knew you could do it. There was never a doubt in my mind it’d go to anyone else!” Sam was always your biggest champion. He was always there cheering you on from the sidelines and always had your back, no matter what. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

“If I do good, I’ll be promoted to Senior Project Manager. I’d be running my own team, Sam! Free reign to pick my own projects to run with! Can you imagine?”

“Yeah actually, I can,” he announced matter-of-factly. “You have always worked hard for what you want, and always get it. I have no doubt you’ll nail this project, get your promotion, and be running the company before long!”

“Aw, Sammy, thank you for always encouraging me to chase my dreams. It’s one of the many, many reasons I love you!”

“Oh, so there are many, many reasons you love me, huh?” His voice was low and teasing, and you smirked as you waited for him to continue. “And would another of those many, many reasons be because of the sounds I made you make last night and again this morning?”

“Samuel William Winchester! You are at work! Behave yourself!” You tried to keep your voice firm, but the man was right, and you laughed despite yourself.

“Speaking of work…” Sam sighed.

“I know, Sam. And it’s okay. You need to prepare for the most important case of your career. The case that’ll make you partner, and…”

“If I win.”

“You will win. Then you’ll be the youngest partner the firm has ever seen. I get it, babe. Go! Work. And bring home partner, alright?” You smiled at your husband’s quiet chuckle.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Sam praised.

“So I’ve heard,” you teased.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I love you. And once I make partner…”

“I know,” you cut him off before he beat himself up even more about the late nights and weekends at the office. “It’s okay. Now go! The sooner you get back to work, the sooner you can come home and get some rest.”

“Alright, baby. It’ll be after midnight when I’m done, so don’t wait up. I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too, Sammy.”

The weather was perfect. Not too hot for this time of year, but warm enough that you could wear a sundress on the picnic date Sam insisted he takes you on once the trial was over and he’d made partner. Everything he’d worked so hard for was now a reality, and, as he kept insisting, it was your time now.

He really didn’t need to. You knew he loved you and would do anything for you, even give up on his dreams if you’d asked him to, but for some reason that you couldn’t fathom (and wouldn’t complain about), he insisted you needed to be treated like a princess and reminded of how much he loved you.

“Sam, this is beautiful,” you gasped in awe as he unpacked the basket full of fresh and vibrant fruits, miniature cakes and pastries, and sandwiches that wouldn’t look out of place in the afternoon teas of the Ritz-Carlton in New York City. “You did all this for me?”

“I may have had some help from Jody,” he chuckled, “but I am fully responsible for this…” he smirked over at you as he pulled a bottle of champagne from the hamper. “It’s the same one you picked out for our wedding,” he added, and you smiled at the blush that crept up his neck and across his cheeks. He cleared his throat in that adorable nervous habit of his as he looked at you with lowered eyes and waited for your reaction. God, those puppy eyes were gonna be the death of you one day.

“Sam…” you cleared your throat trying to rid yourself of the overwhelming love you had for this man, the love that continued to grow with each day that passed. “It’s perfect. You didn’t need to do any of this.”

“I know,” Sam stated, gazing so intently into your eyes it felt like he was looking into the deepest parts of your soul. “But I wanted to. I have missed too many home-cooked meals and weekends with you, and I can never get that time back. This…” he gestured to the spread in front of him, “is the least I can do.”

Ding.

The clock from the town hall began to chime the new hour. “Sam,” you smiled, fighting back happy tears, “I love you, and I know everything you’ve done is for us and for our future. You should never apologise for that, ever.”

Ding.

“Baby, I know you don’t need grand gestures and over-the-top declarations of my love. It’s one of the many, many reasons I love you,” Sam smirked. “I want to take my wife on surprise, and hopefully, romantic dates. I want to spoil you as much as I can. Please, let me?”

Ding.

“Sam, I…”

Knock knock.

You jerk awake, suddenly aware that you aren’t in the park having a romantic picnic with your husband. Instead, you’re having a very vivid dream and the town hall clock isn't chiming the new hour; someone is knocking on your door. Confused, your sleep-heavy eyes seek out the alarm clock on the bedside table and panic as you take in the time.

2:14am

You scramble from the bed, your foot trapped in the duvet, causing you to trip and lose your balance, managing to catch yourself just before you fall. Cursing softly and grabbing the robe that lies at the bottom of the bed, you quickly put it on and run down the stairs.

Opening the door, your stomach drops as your eyes scan over the sombre faces of two uniformed officers. “Mrs Winchester?” The taller of the two asks with a tone you’ve only heard from police officers in TV shows and movies.

“Yes?” You answered, the heavy feeling of dread settling deep in your stomach.

“I’m Sergeant Graham and this is my colleague, Officer Diaz. May we come in?”

“Uh, sure,” you take a step back and open the door further, inviting the officers in.

“Please take a seat, Mrs Winchester,” the sergeant requests, using a soft but firm voice, and you find yourself obeying quickly. “Your husband, Sam Winchester, was in a car accident.” He continues calmly, and your heart begins to hammer against your rib cage. “He was travelling down East 15th at its junction with Park, and he had the green light, but he was struck by a drunk driver who ran the red.”

Tears begin to pool in your eyes, and you will yourself not to think the worst, but you know it’s pointless. Two officers don’t come to your door in the middle of the night to tell you that your husband was in an accident and has been lucky enough to only sustain minor cuts and bruises.

“The truck hit the driver’s side of your husband’s car at high speed, and I’m sorry to tell you he was killed on impact…” Whatever else the sergeant says is drowned out by a deafening ringing in your ears. Your chest tightens and you can feel nausea rising in your gut.

A noise much louder than the ringing starts to make itself known. It’s the sound of a wounded animal. An anguished howl that will forever be ingrained in your memories, and the thing that will startle you awake from the nightmares you’ll surely have.

It’s only when the fog begins to clear, and the ringing stops completely, do you finally realise the howling is coming from you.

You had sat in the waiting room exhausted emotionally and physically. Once you’d calmed down enough for the officers to talk to you again, you changed from your sleep shirt and shorts into yoga pants and one of Sam’s t-shirts, before they drove you to the hospital. You’ve been here for hours now. The countless forms you’d filled out and endless sheets of paper that now contained your signature, however, were nothing compared to seeing your husband.

Someone had cleaned him up and sutured various cuts – the deepest on his forehead – but the other injuries he’d suffered were still all too obvious. All the skin you could see had turned purple with bruising. There were scrapes and grazes all over his chest and arms, and you knew from the doctor’s report that he had multiple broken bones and severe internal bleeding.

Time seemed to have stopped as you sat in that cold, sterile room with him, running your hand through his hair and sobbing quietly. You were grateful the nurse let you take your time with him and no one was rushing to get you out of there.

When you return to the reception desk an hour later, you’re handed another form, this one – you’re assured – is the last. The one that releases the belongings he had on his person at the time of the accident to you. His wedding ring, the watch you’d given him for Christmas, his wallet, cell phone, – which was surprisingly undamaged – and his battered briefcase.

His cell comes to life when you lift it from the plastic tray, showing you he has an unread message from Dean.

Dean 2:26am

You really need to stop working so late, dude. Drive safe and get home to that girl of yours!

Knowing that Sam had likely responded to a text Dean had sent much earlier in the day just before he set off on that fatal car journey hits you like a freight train. And knowing Dean’s reply, telling his brother to come home to you had come through when the police were telling you he’d died, was gut-wrenching. Fighting back more tears, you unlock your own cell phone and call the number you’d been dreading for hours now.

“Y/N, darlin’? It’s early… is everything alright?” The gravelly voice on the other end of the phone sounds tired, scared and confused. You figure getting a call at 6am will do that to a person.

“John–” You’d fought hard to keep your voice steady and strong, but what came out was shaky and meek. “It’s Sam…”

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice startles you out of your daze and you blink up at him from the uncomfortable plastic chair in the waiting room. Unsteadily, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him, throwing yourself into his outstretched arms.

“Dean,” you cry as more tears fall from your sore and swollen eyes. Dean is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms and holding on tight.

“C’mere. You shoulda called us, sweetheart. We’d have been here with you,” Dean’s voice is strong, but it still cracks with emotion. “You didn’t need to do this alone.” You sob into his chest until your legs give way, and he lowers you both to the ground, keeping his arms around you the whole time and settling you onto the floor.

You cling to him with every ounce of strength you have, knuckles going white, afraid that another person you love might leave you. But Dean holds you tighter, shushing you and stroking your back in a desperate bid to calm you down. The sobs only ease and your body stops trembling when he begins to rock you and hum Nothing Else Matters by Metallica in your ear.

John looks on from the doorway, seeming utterly devastated. Not only has he lost his youngest child today, but it's like he knows he’s also lost a part of his daughter-in-law that might not ever come back.

“Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you out of here, huh?” His soft voice floats from somewhere in the distance, but your vision is too blurry from tears and swollen from puffiness to see exactly where.

Dean places a gentle kiss on your temple and helps you stand on shaky legs.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you home. There’s nothing more we can do here.”

You nod at Dean and let him guide you to his car.

Next Chapter>>

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Its kinda sad about Steggy but we'll always be here for you!! Maybe What If can open up some ideas for you, if you're willing to have them.

Hello, dear Anon.

Now, never say never. That’s my motto. There’s still a good handful of WIPs I’ve never posted (and some I did, oops) that I want to eventually finish.

But this happens. At least to me, I don’t know about anyone else.

For me, ships and pairing are forever, but how I interact with them changes, and a lot of that has to do with what I get from writing. (Currently I’m working out a lot of trauma in that TLOU fic, it’s really off how things have come out I never expected, but that’s how it goes.)

But honestly, as the shows and movies and such resolve their canon, I either accept it and move on happy, or I accept it and move on sad.

For instance, milder and Scully. MSR. My TRUE first ship. My OTP forever and ever. But Chris Cater ABUSED them. Has season 11 helped a little with the trauma from seasons 8-10? Maybe. But to me, they’re happy and together forever. There’s only so many stories I can read and write about how perfect they are for one another.

GSR. Grissom and Sara from CSI. Canonically together. Happily ever after.

Belle and Rumple from Once. A fucking train wreck of writing, but still sort of together. Still a happy-ish ending.

Penny and Sheldon. Sigh. They were doomed from the start, but I don’t think I would have strayed SO far away from that fandom if the show hadn’t gone down hill fast. The show left such a bad taste in my mouth that I CAN’T revisit those characters.

Steve and Peggy. Perfectly together. In any time. Is there a world full of AUs I could explore? Absolutely. Do I need to? Meh. Not right now. The stories I want to tell with them are generally done.

I don’t know what the future EVER holds for me with fic. My brain is really fickle like that. But that’s also what I love about it. Fic is there for me when I need it, to read or to write. And I write for myself first, so yes, I do go back and read my own fic a lot.

And not that I don’t love my readers, because I ADORE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. But I write for myself first. I’m too old, have too much to do in RL to stress over not finishing a fic or not releasing a chapter. Feedback is a gift BEYOND MEASURE, but the writing is the reward in itself.

So I’m not going, that’s the bottom line. I’ll always be a fan, I’ll always be around, but I make no promises about my writing, and I never have, because the inspiration is fickle, and it’s something I do to bring myself happiness, so I try to never stress over it.

Except for secret Santa’s. I stress over those. O_o

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“Once upon a time, a hundred years past, there was an adventurer followed by a black Rayquaza. He traveled through every region, meeting strong Pokemon, and forging strong bonds with them. Dreaming of new horizons, he took the Pokemon he befriended and headed for the ends of the world. They all worked together as one.

Galloping across the land, breaking through walls, racing through the sky, healing wounds, crossing seas. His adventure led him to discover a luxurious, beautiful, and gleaming paradise. The adventurer, his black Rayquaza, and his Pokemon friends went on to live happily ever after in this paradise. Praising his courage and endless curiosity, he would come to be known as the ancient adventurer.”

So it seems to me that Gibeon knows the ancient adventurer tale, just like Roy (and thinks the story really happened)? And that his objective is to gather the objects linked to that story, or at least just the pendant?

While we do not know the exact objective of the Explorers so far, we know that:

Amethio was on the mission to retrieve the pendant, and ended up being removed from the mission. Spinel took over the mission and judging from a teaser for the upcoming weeks, he gets the pendant.

Gibeon seems to know more than he lets on, but doesn’t tell his subordinates about it.

In retrospect, two things stand out to me about HZ006. Amethio makes a report to Gibeon and explains that he witnessed the black Rayquaza. Spinel doubts his words and wonders if it even exists, so it indicates that he doesn’t seem to know about the significance of the black Rayquaza?

Amethio doesn’t seem to know a lot either, but he decides to chase after it to understand more about what he saw. Gibeon tells Hamber in HZ006 that they “found it” which seems to refer to the black Rayquaza. It seems like Gibeon knows about the connection between the pendant and the Ancient Pokeballs and that he knows the story of the ancient adventurer since the mention of the black Rayquaza didn’t strike him as something odd. He doesn’t seem to tell his subordinates about it (Hamber seemed to know a few things, though?), he just gives them tasks to retrieve certain items and it shouldn’t be questioned. At the very least, so far Spinel doesn’t seem too intent on understanding the why for example, as his reaction to the mention of the black Rayquaza was suspicion and doubt. He knows they all exist to fulfill Gibeon’s wishes, so he will do so without questioning too much (so far).

From what we’ve seen of the upcoming previews (and what will actually happen in the episode could be different from my speculations), Spinel just takes the pendant and doesn’t seem to bring Liko with him?

In comparison, Amethio seems much more invested in unraveling the mysteries that he witnessed. He makes the connection between Liko and her pendant in HZ002 and comes to the conclusion that she should come with them since she appears to be part of that mystery. In HZ012, Friede reached a similar conclusion: Liko having the pendant seemed to have kicked things off. In HZ006, Amethio intends to chase after Rayquaza as he is curious about the resonance he witnessed and the key to this mystery. It also really stands out to me that Friede said in HZ012 that his motto is to “chase each mystery we see until it’s solved”... I feel like Friede and Amethio are set up as much more similar than meets the eye, since from what we’ve seen, Amethio is also chasing the mystery he sees to understand, know more, and solve it. They both seem very observant and curious. Perhaps Amethio will learn about the tale of the ancient adventurer somehow while he chases Rayquaza.

Either way, I wonder if Gibeon is linked to the ancient adventurer somehow? Did he create his organization to retrace the steps of the ancient adventurer? Since he knows about the pendant and appears to know about the black Rayquaza, perhaps he just wants the pendant as it resonates with the Ancient Pokeballs and he wants to gather the Six Heroes?

Since the show has some kind of inheritance themes going on so far (Liko inheriting her grandmother’s pendant and sense for adventure, Roy inheriting the Ancient Pokeball from his grandfather, Mollie inheriting a profession from her family, Friede inheriting his teacher Lucca’s philosophy), I wonder if there will be one between Gibeon and Lucius as well. After all, the name of Gibeon’s organization (Explorers) has a similar meaning to adventurer.

#gibeon #amethio #spinel #team explorers #lucius #friede #hz speculations #hz012 #hz006 #character notes #episode notes #ancient adventurer story

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Narumayo Week 2022 Day 6

A different kind of courtly drama for this one!

Prompt: Prince and Princess

The crown is pure gold, the loops intertwining and framing the center jewel. Maya places it over her dark hair and frowns into the mirror.

No, she still doesn’t feel like the heir to Kurain. It may be her birthright, but after the battle for succession and her mother’s disappearance, she isn’t fond of her current position. Compared to her beautiful predecessors, she’s a weed, undesirable from Queen Regent Morgan’s subtle comments. She misses her sister; it’s been almost a month since her last letter. She could dearly use Mia’s guidance, especially today.

A knock on her bedroom door startles her, and a servant says that it’s time. With a brave smile, Maya gathers her skirts and makes for the garden.

The things she knows about her suitor are very few. He’s a prince from a neighboring country, he’s seven years older than her. He had exchanged letters with Dahlia before...well, her cousin’s execution had shocked Kurain and while Iris was her aunt’s next choice, she had refused to leave the convent. However, Prince Phoenix was still willing to meet with Maya.

“A political necessity.” The queen regent had intoned, the sneer only visible for a second. “Be sure that you don’t disappoint him.”

On the other hand, Pearl was ecstatic. “He’ll be the perfect prince and you’ll live happily ever after!” If she didn’t have lessons, she probably would have tagged along.

Maya isn’t sure what to do with herself, and she gazes upon the garden. The trimmed hedges, lush and green. The abundance of summer blooms, all blending into each other. Anywhere except for the arched entrance. Footsteps approach, and she clasps her shaking fingers.

“Excuse me? Your Royal Highness?”

Her first observation is his hair. Swept away from his face, it’s a style she’s unfamiliar with. He isn’t wearing a crown. His blue uniform emphasizes his broad shoulders, a golden pin on his chest that must be a military honor. But his eyes are clear and steady, and he extends a gloved hand in an informal greeting.

So, this is the man she’s supposed to marry.

The appropriate gesture would be to curtsy and lower her head; in the distance, the chaperones’ stares add to the squeeze of her corset. Maya beams at him and shakes his hand, as they do in his country. At his returning grin, she knows she’s made the right choice.

They walk through the garden, learning about each other. Dahlia had decried him as a fool, but Maya disagrees. He’s honest, true to his house’s motto, and quick-witted. They exchange words easily.

“That statue is one of our oldest, but I’ve always disliked it.” She points to a severe stone figure. “It seems so out of place, unhappy among the flowers.”

“Perhaps, you’d be unhappy too if you were fixed here, without protection from birds flying overhead.” The sarcasm slips out of him, and he instantly looks embarrassed.

But she’s already giggling. “I suppose that’s true! A century of unwanted ‘paintings’…that would be unbearable for even a statue.”

Whatever tension remains, he lets it go and joins in her good humor. His laugh is a pleasant sound, she’d like to hear it again. For a moment, they are ordinary people, young and carefree and joking together.

Then, the conversation turns to her. She has prepared for this and delivers her rote answer. “I am the eldest eligible daughter of the Fey family. It is my duty, as next in line, to ensure the safety of Kurain.”

“And such safety is guaranteed in a marriage alliance?”

“It is as the queen regent wishes.”

“And what do you wish for?”

Had she ever been asked that? She stops, hands twisting in her lavender skirt. Phoenix halts too, as she struggles to voice her concerns. “The Fey family is dwindling. With my sister’s abdication to find our mother and my elder cousins’ removal from succession, the throne is unstable. I was already accustomed to strict education, but my last remaining cousin is very sensitive, and already, she’s been exposed to court politics. She isn’t as healthy, and I’m afraid that if she’s pushed too far, she’ll break. I want to shield her, as much as I can.”

“I had seen her earlier; she’s only a young girl. Where I’m from, she would still be playing, not learning to be queen yet.”

“Exactly.” Her lips tremble. It’s too dangerous to tell him how ambitious her aunt is, but perhaps, she can confide that to him later.

“Well, when more diplomatic meetings occur, we can show her some of our customs.” He grins with the implication, and gratitude sweeps over her.

“Thank you.” Her heart is racing and she remembers to continue their stroll. “So, I’ll ask the same of you. What do you wish for?”

He tilts his head in consideration, yet his reply is carefully articulate. “I want to change the laws, to reform my nation’s judicial system. It isn’t a simple task and I recognize as much, but I understand what it’s like, to be falsely accused and saved from punishment.” His expression is serious. “I’m willing to accept the work, although I have no other allies. I’ve been told by my advisors that it’s a foolish undertaking.”

“It isn’t foolish at all. I believe in you.” She readily says.

He’s taken aback. “Thank you?”

“And you don’t have to be alone. I can assist you as well, while you help me protect my youngest cousin. We shall be partners.” Too late, she realizes what she means. “If you’ll have me. I’m certainly not the one you wrote to before.”

“No, but the letters were a long time ago. I’d rather have you.” Quickly, he lifts her hand and kisses the back of it. A startled noise escapes her, as he warmly smiles. “Then, I look forward to our lifelong partnership.”

She murmurs her agreement, and her ears fill with her pulse, like the resounding of a sacred bell. “…I’ll be in your care.”

dandelion: simple joy, youthfulness, overcoming challenges

#narumayoweek2022 #narumayo #oh look #i've done the arranged marriage trope again

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