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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 4 months

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Sweetheart

Summary: Emily and you have had tension for a while, and she's always had a soft spot for you and while at her apartment true feeling come to light.

Word Count: 1.2k

Fluff, slight angst, kissing

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Legal but significant age gap

(a/n: omfg this is so shit i'm so sorry)

Emily's pov:

"Wait you like her!?" JJ asked me for the millionth time since I told her since I told her I had a crush on the new agent that joined the team. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, she's perfect. Her laugh is captivating and simply angelic, she's got such a lovely personality that just pulls me in, and she's so goddamn gorgeous.

"Yes, JJ I like her." I'm starting to think telling her wasn't a good idea.

"Oh you so have to ask her out!" JJ squealed in delight.

"Are you insane!? She's like half my age and my subordinate jayj, I can't do that!" My face starts to heat up just thinking about telling her.

"Okay we'll please, think about it! She definitely likes you back em I promise you that much. Before you even try to argue, have you seen the way she looks at you? She's basically in love!" JJ's smile was infectious, naturally I started smiling as well (and because I can't think about y/n/n and not smile).

"I'll think about it okay? Deal?" She looked happy with that answer as she began to leave my office.

"Oh and JJ please could you get everyone into the meeting room, we have a case." I asked politely.

"Yeah of course." She smiled as she closed the door.

I let out a sigh and actually thought about the deal I had just made. I'm going to have to talk to her before JJ (and most likely Garcia and Tara at this point) get to her first.

I leave my office and go to the round table where everyone is slowly filing in.

"Hello my furry friends, we -clearly- have a case!" Garcia says, her usual chirpy voice echoing through the room. "There has been a serial killer targeting specifically lesbian couples right here in Virginia." Damn. This is going to be a long case.

Time skip to when they've arrived

Reader pov:

Jeez, this case hits way too close to home. Just let us girls love girls. You know?

"Okay, Tara, Rossi you go to the first scene and see what you can find, Derek, JJ and Reid go to the local PD set up and talk to the families, Y/l/n you're with me, we're going to the second scene." Everyone scrambled off to their respective SUV's as we got off the jet.

Just the thought of being alone with Emily was making me nervous. She's so amazing in every way, her smile, her laugh, her nose, her personality. She's perfect. And her hair, the grey hair is doing something to me. But she's my boss and she's older than me and ugh, it'll never happen. Emily always been really close to me though, staying late to help me with paperwork, talks over coffee at lunch, her hand grazing over my back, our fingertips brushing as she hands me a file... I know I'm reading too far into it but I wasn't.

"You ready?" Her soft voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I smile at her as we get in the car. I sit down and she looks over at me, making my cheeks flush a light pink.

"You alright?" Emily asked, gently placing her hand on my thigh. My cheeks flush and even deeper red at that simple touch and she seems to cotton on. This is going to be a long day.

"Yea-yeah I'm fine don't even worry" I see her lips pull up into a smirk as we begin to drive, she doesn't show any sign of moving her hand so I just let her be, enjoying the feeling of her warm touch.

Time skip to after the case (cba to write a case sry)

"Hey you." Emily said as she came up behind me and trailed her fingers over my lower back as she came to stand beside me.

"Hey, you okay?" She smiles at me and my knees almost buckle right then and there.

"Yeah I'm okay sweetheart are you?" Oh. My. God. The nickname, you see that puddle on the floor? That's me.

"I'm good." My cheeks flush a crimson colour as she pressed her fingers against my face.

"You're feeling a bit warm, you sure you're okay? Actually don't answer that, you're going to say yes not matter what. You're coming to mine tonight." This wasn't an uncommon occurrence as she's always been protective over me.

"I'm not sick I promise." I say slightly embarrassed because she's the reason my cheeks are so warm.

"Okay but you're still coming to mine, okay?"

"Not gunna argue with that."

"Good, you shouldn't."

We both gather our stuff and get in the car to drive to Emily's.

Time skip to when they're at Emily's

I walk into her apartment and put down my bag, turning to face em.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" She laughed as she spoke.

"No, no. You're fine." I smiled as I shamelessly studied her features, not bothering to hide anymore.

"Honey come on, why are you staring?" She moved closer as she said this holding her hands on my hips and gently guiding me closer to her.

"You're just so beautiful em." I mutter, my breath fanning over her face.

"Oh sweetheart please don't do this to me, I want you so bad but we both know it can't happen. I'm your boss and, I'm so much older than you." She bent forward and placed our foreheads together.

"Emily please-" she interrupts me,

"No love, I want nothing more than to be with you but be realistic. I'll get old faster than you and you'll loose interest and then.." I don't let her finish as I smash my lips onto hers.

My head is spinning as her lips glide over mine in perfect sync. My hand threads through her silver hair and rugs her closet to me, her tongue grazes my bottom lip asking for entrance and I grant her exactly what she wants. Her tongue slips effortlessly into my mouth and she instantly takes control of the kiss. She backs me into a wall and holds one hand on my waist and the other holding my cheek.

We pull away after a while and she still doesn't look like she thinks this can go anywhere.

"Why won't you let me love you?" Tears well up in my eyes, I was trying not to be too emotional but the fact that Emily was denying herself live and happiness because she thought she wasn't good enough broke my heart.

"Oh my love, please don't cry, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just let me love you em, please."

"Okay."

"Really?"

I pull her into my embrace and she taps the back of my thighs signalling for me to jump. I'm now clinging onto her koala style, still against the wall, and her head is buried in my shoulder, I'm placing tender kisses along her hairline, telling her how much Ill take care of her and how much I love her.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart."

#wlw #wlw fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x female reader #fluff #light angst

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ashisgreedy · 9 months

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Garreth Weasley x F!MC

“The Antidote”

Chars Included: Sebastian Sallow, Professor M. Weasley.

Tags: Fluff | Love Confessions | Gar Accused of Giving MC a Love Potion to Date Him | Jealous Seb | Aged up 18+

WC: 3200+

A|N: Sry, I made Seb a bit of a bad guy for the plot lol. Happy Weasley Wednesday!

Sebastian waited by the transfiguration classroom for Professor Weasley’s last class to let out. He sat on the steps, bouncing his foot, with one thing on his mind. Bile rose in his throat as he practiced what he’d say to the professor once he saw her.

The doors swung open and he stood quickly, moving to the side to let the students pass. Once the last of them had left the room, he bit his lip and took one last breath before slipping inside.

“Mr. Sallow? Is there something I can help you with?” Professor Weasley looked down her glasses at him.

MC's closest friend, Sebastian, fueled by a mix of concern and jealousy, approached Professor Weasley with his suspicions. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he spoke. “Yes, Professor, I need to talk to you about something important."

Professor Weasley stood from her desk and approached him curiously. “Of course, Sebastian. What's on your mind?"

Sebastian looked back at the doors from where he’d just come. The weight of this decision to bring it up to someone of authority, let alone Garreth’s own family member, weighed heavily on him knowing MC would be directly affected. He wasn’t normally one to snitch, but MC was his best friend, they’d grown so close over the past year. And yet, here she was, day in and day out, with Garreth Weasley.

Where she used to spend all her free time in the undercroft with him and Ominis, she was now spending it in the Room of Requirement with Garreth. Sebastian knew the romance was too fast, too quick. Where he’d taken months to realize his feelings for MC, Garreth had known after just one measly date with her. And MC, well… She confessed to having fallen hard for the redhead suddenly.

Sebastian couldn’t believe it. It was too fast, too intense for any two people to experience naturally. From things whispered in the boy's dorm and rumors floating about that Garreth knew how to make certain potions more potent, it became obvious to him that there may be something sinister going on with his best friend and her new boyfriend.

Sebastian took a deep breath before speaking. "It's about Garreth and MC. I've been noticing some things that... well, they just don't sit right with me."

The professor leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Go on, Sebastian. I'm here to listen."

Sebastian's voice trembled slightly as he continued. "I think Garreth might have given MC a love potion..." He shifted his feet "It's just that their relationship has been so intense, almost like she's not herself anymore." Definitely not herself and notably absent from his life.

Professor Weasley's brow furrowed, her concern deepening. "Sebastian, accusing someone of using a love potion is a serious matter. Have you seen any concrete evidence or witnessed anything specific?"

Sebastian hesitated, his gaze shifting. "I don't have solid proof, but I've noticed how MC behaves around Garreth. It's like she's under a spell, and it's affecting our friendship."

The professor's expression remained composed as she considered Sebastian's words. "Sebastian, emotions can be complex, especially in matters of the heart. While your concern is valid, we must approach this with caution and fairness."

Sebastian nodded, his worry still evident. "I understand, Professor. I just thought you should know what I've been observing."

Professor Weasley offered a reassuring smile. "Thank you for coming to me, Sebastian. I'll look into this matter and ensure that we gather all the facts before drawing any conclusions."

As Sebastian left the room in a rush, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His eyes darted back and forth, stomping away just a bit louder than what was polite.

Professor Weasley's mind churned with what he'd just implied, determined to uncover the truth behind the accusations and to safeguard the well-being of those involved.

She made her way to Professor Sharps's class, catching him just before he locked his classroom doors for the day.

Hours later, as Garreth and MC made their way through the courtyard, chatting and laughing amungst themselves, Professor Weasely interrupted them. Their hand swinging came to a sudden halt as they both eyed the Professor now blocking their path.

“Hello, Aunt Matilda.” Garreth said with a flourish of his hand. “We were just making our way to Hogsmeade.” He greeted her with familiarity but Professor Weasley kept a stern look on her face.

“I’m afraid your plans will need to be postponed. I need you two to join me in my classroom immediately.” She looked between them and gestured to her classroom at the far end of the courtyard.

Garreth’s face drops. “Can’t this wait? We’re meeting up with Leander and Natty.” He grumbles.

“It cannot, Garreth. Now, please proceed to my classroom this very moment. You as well, MC.”

As the three of them made their way to the classroom, Professor Sharp passed by, walking away from Professor Weasley’s room. He eyed Garreth and MC carefully and then looked to Professor Weasely. “Thank you, Aesop.” She spoke. Professor Sharp nodded once and made his way down the hall, not stopping to chat.

They enter her classroom and Professor Weasley charm-locks the door. The couple exchanged a worried glance before her wand is pointed at them. She separated them with a nonverbal spell and the two are slid to opposite ends of the room.

“Garreth, If I may speak with you first. Then, MC, I will pull you aside as well. Please have a seat while I chat with Garreth.”

MC nods “Yes, Of course.” She takes a seat in one of the nearby chairs and watches as Garreth follows his aunt to her desk at the front of the classroom. He takes a glance back and her, worried brows softening as he waves, a reassuring smile on his lips. She gives him a small wave back before he turns to Professor Weasley for questioning.

Garreth speaks first. “Aunt Matilda, what is going on?”

The air in the room is heavy as Professor Weasley eyes the two vials on her desk left by Professor Sharp.

She clasps her hands together and takes a deep breath. “Garreth, there have been some serious allegations that need to be addressed.” Her face wasn’t hinting at any emotion like the poised, seasoned professor she was.

Garreth looked on with a bewildered expression. “Allegations? What are they?”

She cleared her throat. “‘I must inquire about these allegations. Were you aware of any love potions consumed by MC during your courtship?"

Garreth blinked several times. “What?! No, I… Wait. Are there allegations I gave my girlfriend a… a love potion?” His voice was almost a squeak. “I swear, Aunt Matilda, I never gave MC anything of the sort! My affections- our affections for one another are real!”

MC, who had heard their exchange from the back of the room, began to tremble. She stared at the back of Garreth’s head, mind racing. ‘Could he be capable of such an act?…’ Her heart ached at the mere thought.

She touched her lips, remembering all the potions she’s had from him in all the time she’s known him. ‘No.’ She shook her head resolutely. ‘Absolutely not. He would never.’

MC made her way over to them, feeling compelled to stand by Garreth, her loyalty unwavering. "Professor, I understand the concern, but I assure you, our love is real. I've never had any potion from Garreth without knowing its contents or effects.” She glances over and the look on Garreth’s face shatters her heart. Who could have made such horrible allegations about something so pure and incredible between them?

Professor Weasley leaned forward, her gaze locked on her nephew. "Garreth, you understand the gravity of these accusations. Tell me, have you ever brewed or possessed Amortentia potion?"

Garreth met her gaze with a mix of determination and sincerity. "Aunt Matilda, I've brewed it during classes, yes, but I've never used it outside of that. Love is meant to be something that naturally happens…"

Professor Weasley's voice softened slightly. "And MC, have you ever seen Garreth interact with love potions outside of a controlled classroom environment?"

MC's eyes flickered toward Garreth before she turned back to the professor. "No, Professor. I can attest that our relationship has been built on the time we've spent together and our feelings for one another.”

Professor Weasley's stern expression remained intact. "Garreth, you're aware of the moral and ethical implications of love potions. Can you provide a list of all the potions you've shared with MC since you started dating?"

Garrreth's brow furrowed as he pondered. "Gods… I mean, there’ve been some experimental ones but, those are written in my journal. Oh! We've shared Felix Felicis during the holiday and a calming draught after a stressful day. But, those were ordinary situations. Our feelings have always been real." His voice cracked.

Professor Weasley nodded, her gaze penetrating. "I appreciate your honesty, Garreth. Now, tell me, have you ever experienced unrequited love before MC entered your life?"

Garreth's eyes flickered with a hint of vulnerability. "No, Aunt Matilda, not love... I haven’t. But, I have been rejected by a crush…” He looked to MC and then down to his Aunt’s desk. “Years ago.” He added. “It's a painful experience I wouldn't wish upon anyone.”

Professor Weasley's tone softened as well. "I understand, Garreth. It's important for us to discern truth from suspicion. One last question. Have you ever studied the effects of love potions beyond what's taught in class?"

Garrreth's voice was resolute. "Yes, I have delved into the subject further out of curiosity, but I assure you, I've never attempted to manipulate another person's emotions."

Professor Weasley leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Thank you for your candid responses.” She turned her attention to MC. “MC, I want to ensure that you are safe and well. Can you describe your feelings towards Garreth since you began your relationship?"

MC met the professor's gaze, her voice steady. "Professor, my feelings have been intense and real. Garreth and I have shared adventures, laughter, our dreams... and hopes for the future. I've never felt coerced or manipulated."

The professor nodded, looking thoughtful. "Have you ever sensed anything unusual or experienced any lapses in memory during your time with Garreth?"

MC furrowed her brow, contemplating the question. "No, Professor. Our moments together have been vivid and unforgettable."

Professor Weasley leaned forward, her concern evident. "MC, love potions can be insidious, clouding one's judgment and obscuring reality. Have you noticed any drastic changes in your behavior or thoughts since you began your relationship with Garreth?"

MC's gaze remained locked with her. "Professor, I've grown and changed as any relationship would make one do, but I haven't experienced any abrupt or unnatural shifts in my feelings."

The professor nodded. "I understand your loyalty to Garreth, but I must ensure that you're not being inadvertently manipulated. Have you ever discussed the effects of love potions or their ethical implications with Garreth?"

MC's took a deep breath, ready for this nightmare to be over. "We've talked about them in class, but we've also had conversations outside of the classroom. Garreth has been open about his feelings that… he loves me." She squeezed her eyes shut "And I feel the same, without any potions or magic needed."

Professor Weasley's gaze held a mixture of concern and reassurance. "Thank you for your honesty, MC. I am here for you through all of this."

She pushed one via full of clear liquid toward MC and one toward a very quiet Garreth.

“These are special brews that contain the antidote to all known love potions. You two are to drink them now and wait about ten minutes for the antidote to take full effect. I will then check in with you both to see where we stand. Neither of you is to leave this room during that time. Is that understood?”

MC nodded “Yes, Professor.” She grabbed the vile and Garreth grabbed his, his freckled skin looking paler than ever. They both uncorked the viles and eyed the contents. If this were any other situation, they might have said ‘Cheers!’

The both knock back the liquid at the same time. She swallows, tasting vanilla and marshmallow root on her tongue.

Professor looks at their empty vials as they set them back on the desk. She sighs and gestures to the desks in the room. “Feel free to take a seat anywhere you like. The effects of the antidote are gradual, starting in the mind and then untangling the heart. We must give it ample time to disperse any love potion effects.”

Garreth drags his feet to a nearby desk and plops into a seat. He goes to put his head on the desk but perks up when MC takes a seat beside him.

“MC…” He whispers between them. Their knees touch as he turns to her. “You don’t have to sit with me… if you don’t want to. I’ll understand.” He slumps in the chair.

“No, Garreth. I believe you, I trust you. I don’t think you gave me a love potion.” She assures him taking his hand into hers.

Garreth cracks a smile and laces their fingers together. “Thank you.” He says quietly. “Not just for standing by me and believing me but… for loving me and trusting me.” He sighed.

MC gives him a warm smile. “Of course! We’re a team, me and you. If our relationship can survive this, we can survive anything.” She leans closer to him.

Garreth chews on his lip, eyes darting between the clock on the wall and his Aunt sitting at her desk. He places his other hand over their clasped ones.

“Are you going to ask me if it's true or not, though?” Garreth says, staring into her eyes.

She shakes her head. “No. Because I know it's not true.”

Garreth squeezes his eyes shut “How do you know?”

“I.. I liked you for a long time before you ever asked me out on that date…” She says, pushing a piece of his hair out of his face.

“What?” Garreth’s eyes widen. “You did!? Why didn’t you say anything?”

She gives him a light laugh. “What was I supposed to say?"

Garreth pulls her hands into his lap. “I don’t know, compliment my hair, my eyes, something!” He smiled wide showing his teeth. “You really liked me before I asked you out?”

MC nods, leaning in to press her forehead into his “Yes… a while before.”

Garreth grins from ear to ear. “Wow, I am surprised to hear that, but I’m also glad. I had a crush on you since that first day in Potions class. It was bad. Ask Leander.” He chuckles lightheartedly.

“Oh, I will most definitely ask Leander.” She laughs with him. “By the way, have I told you how pretty your eyes are? The green of your eyes is my favorite color, you know.” She sent him a playful wink.

Garreth’s cheeks tinged pink. “See,” He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. “Like that, I would have gotten the hint.”

“Would you though?” She asked, giving him a side glance and a teasing smirk.

“Okay, maybe not. I would have overthought it way too much.” He adds, smiling and scooting his chair closer to her.

As the minutes ticked by, MC’s heart remained the same. Her connection with Garreth was just as strong as it was the previous day. She was more than ready to emerge from this classroom with their bond stronger than before.

The effects of the antidote became increasingly evident that neither MC nor Garreth were under any sort of love potion influence.

The ten minutes was up and Professor Weasley stood from her chair. Garreth and MC exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting with a mixture of relief and newfound clarity.

"MC," Garreth began, his voice tender, "This experience has really shown me what I already known deep within my heart. I am in love with you. And, the love I feel is so strong compared to anything I’ve ever felt before."

Her eyes glittered at his confession, the second one of their relationship. “Garreth, I feel the same way. I am deeply in love with you and it was all my own doing. I’ve been in love with you for quite some time." She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I am glad I can share my feelings openly with you now.”

Professor Weasley watched the exchange, her heart warmed by the depth of their connection. She nodded approvingly, her voice carrying a note of wisdom. "Love is a force that transcends even the most potent of spells. It is built on shared experiences, genuine emotions, and the willingness to weather any storm." She looked down her glasses as Garreth with a soft smile. "I think you two will do just fine."

Garreth and MC shared a smile, their hands tightly interlocked. "This can be a new beginning for us!"

MC's lips curved into a radiant smile, her eyes locked on his. "I’d like that very much.”

Professor Weasley releases the spell trapping the couple in her classroom and dismisses them with a sweet smile. In her heart, she was truly proud of how Garreth handled the stressful situation and accusations. She knew he could be a bit of a troublemaker, but he wasn’t the kind of person to force another into a relationship with him. She noted, in her mind, to go easier on him when the next incident occurres.

Smiling, the couple leaves the Transfiguration classroom hand in hand.

“Should we still try to meet up with Leander and Natty?” MC asks.

Garreth takes a breath. “We can if you want. Or, we can go do our own thing. I really feel like spending time with just you tonight.” He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her close.

As they walk through the courtyard, Sebastian looks up from his book. His eyes narrow, watching the couple walk past, annoyed by the cheery air about them. He gazes back at the classroom, watching Professor Weasley lock up her door for the night. She gives Sebastian a small bow of her head and continues her stroll into the castle. Sebastian rolls his eyes and slams his book closed.

Garreth leads her toward the Gryffindor common room. “Well, this is going to make Christmas time with the family awkward this year since you and Aunt Matilda will be there. She will surely tell my mother, who will tell all my aunts and they will tell their husbands and-”

“Gar! It’s alright. It may be awkward at first, but we proved them wrong in the end.” MC reassures, placing her head on his shoulder.

“That we did.” He smiles wide. “I wonder who accused me of something so… vile?” Garreth’s brows knitted.

MC shrugs. "I have no idea."

I REALLY tried to make this smut. But fluff kept happening and well… bone apple teeth.

#garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #professor weasley

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meet-you-at-the-cemetery-gates · 10 months

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oh no sry i wasnt trying to school u r anything. its really sweet that you did. its just this intersectionality that kind of sucks. china might not be as cool as japan or korea to kids. but they can and do have the ability to compete. its the other, less significant (to the west) countries that need this level of defense. just a few years ago kpop singers or chinese actors would behave rascist toward other asians like thai or uyghur.

I see. I wasn't trying to say that they weren't racist. Humans suck, so therefore anyone of any nationality will be racist against another group. Due to China's xenophobic attitudes and the on-going genocide against uyghurs, they're more likely to express those views with no shame or remorse. I am not going to deny that China's war crimes are disgusting and should be punished.

I know you're just trying to educate me, but the assumption that I don't think the other countries need defense is not true. I maybe should have voiced that, and it is my fault for not bringing it up. I may not have given thought to that point of the argument. Hell, before I saw my mutual's post I didn't give much thought to how a lot of Chinese fashion is labeled as Korean or Japanese. I fully admit that I have an extremely western view of things due to the culture I grew up in. A lot of the media I consume is western as well, mostly being British, American or Canadian, and the non-western media is usually localized Japanese or Korean media, so I really do have a major blind spot when it comes to these issues.

I'm glad you decided to reach out and have a discussion with me, however. I must admit I'm terrified whenever I see a notification because I'm afraid I angered somebody by doing something dumb. Seeing your polite and civil messages is really reassuring.

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years

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Linzin prompt

Tenzin has a betrothal necklace for Lin ever since they started dating cause 'She is the one'

Fluff with happy ending?

And perhaps towards the Pam/Jim dorky vibes we talked about..? 🥺

Sry for being so greedy 😭

This was turning out to be a little too long, so I had to cut off a lot of it :(. Here's the consolidated little thing I'm going to post. Hope you like it! Sorry in advance.

Tenzin had taken in all the measures possible for setting up a romantic evening with his long-time girlfriend. Things had been pretty rough lately, between acolytes, triads, their families, and other miscellanea, the happy couple had seemingly lost their rhythm. Fights were more frequent, and sleepless nights were spent beside each other alongside unresolved thoughts and emotions.

They had really reached their breaking point, which was why Tenzin decided that needed to pause, re-group, and resume from there on.

"You look wonderful tonight," Tenzin smiled at his beloved from across the table.

"Thanks, Tenzin," Lin nodded politely before sipping on the wine, "You look rather handsome too."

Lin had taken Tenzin's offense to heart when he told her that she needed to try harder. So, she pulled all the stops- made herself up from head to toe, ravishing as ever. She knew her exterior had nothing to do with Tenzin's comment, but from the way things were going, this may as well be the last date they had anyway. Before things took a turn for the worse. Before things turned bitter. Before they'd finally have to pull the plug on everything that was crumbling over.

"What's new with you?" He asked as he cut open the dumpling on his plate.

"Umm, work has been quite," She searched for the right adjective that didn't trigger an argument, "Tiring," She settled for a word that could only provoke Tenzin to tell her to get some more rest and not cause a fight.

"Did anything fun lately?" He looked up at her as he placed the dumpling in his mouth.

"No, Tenzin," Lin sighed, "I've been really busy."

"I understand."

Lin took a breath in, about to continue his line of questioning, ask him what he'd been up to lately- whether he made any new acolyte friends or if they were the fun things he'd been doing lately, but instead, she exhaled and placed her cutlery back on the table. She slid her chair back, away from the table, and stood up.

"Tenzin I can't do this."

"Wha- what do you mean?" His heart sank as he stood up too.

"I can't pretend that there's nothing wrong- I can't pretend to be this couple you want us to be- on a silly date, catching up like teenagers. I-I can't be what you want me to be. This isn't going anywhere. There's no future. We've run our course and this is it." She panted.

"Lin." Tenzin placed his hands on either side of her waist. He considered her words. She wasn't going to be the partner he wanted her to be and that was set in stone. She couldn't be someone she wasn't.

But she was all he needed.

She was looking at him expectantly, waiting for the other foot to drop, waiting for him to reach the same conclusion as her.

Tenzin took a paced breath, "You're right. I don't think there's a future here."

Lin bit her bottom lip. Even though she knew what was coming, this managed to catch her off guard.

"But hey," Tenzin caught on to the lump in her throat, "I love you- I don't think I'm ever going to stop loving you." He rested his forehead against hers. Lin finally allowed a tear or two to fall straight out of her eyes.

"I love you so much, Lin." He placed his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He breathed her in and let his own tears wet her hair. He briefly pulled his face away to look at hers, and the way his whole body perished at the sight of her reddened eyes. He had to kiss her.

He leaned down and kissed her feverishly- like he had never before. And Lin reciprocated just in kind, running her arms over his shoulders to pull him closer and closer.

Tenzin's mouth left hers to kiss the sides of her face and Lin's eyes shut tighter at the warm sensation of his lips.

"Do you want to-" He managed out.

"Yeah, one last time, I guess." Lin replied.

Tenzin led her by the hand to his dark bedroom silently. As soon as he shut the door behind her, his mouth was once more attached to hers. In the heat of the moment, they each tried to stumble towards the bed, but in turn, ended up knocking the small cupboard to the floor.

At the sound, Tenzin quickly jumped away and turned the lights on. Sure enough, the cupboard door and some of its contents were scattered over the floor.

Lin adjusted her top before bending over to pick up something that had caught her eye.

"What is this?" She asked in shock.

"It's- it is-" Tenzin was dumbfounded, "I made it for you- for when- I mean I-"

"Is it a betrothal necklace?" Her eyes widened with concern.

"Yeah," He started before he walked up to her, "You see, the air symbols within the earth and," He took a seat on the bed, urging her to sit beside him, "I designed it myself, Kya helped a little with the colors, but-"

"Kya hasn't been around in years." Lin stated in bewilderment, still staring down at the necklace where Tenzin's shaky fingers were pointing at the intricate design.

"Oh yeah, I made this back when we had just started dating." He confessed, embarrassed.

"You mean, back when.." She lost her voice.

"Back when you were just Detective Beifong and I was just tattooless Tenzin." He smiled.

"You knew back then?" She whispered.

"I've always known in my heart, it had to be you. It's always been you. From the moment we were running around as kids, to us sneaking away to kiss under trees, to when I finally built up the courage to ask you out, I knew that I couldn't love anyone the way I do you."

"Tenzin-" She cut herself off as she pressed her lips onto his. He kissed her back, a tiny smile imprinting her lips in return.

"I was going to ask you to marry me," Tenzin spoke once he could, "But then it seemed like you didn't-"

"I was only giving you a way out." Lin clarified, "I didn't know you'd take it."

"And I didn't know if you'd have me."

"Do you still want to break up then?" She succeeded in holding her tears back.

"Yeah, I don't think this dating thing is working out for us," He started, taking the necklace delicately from Lin's reluctant hand, "Will you marry me instead?"

"Oh, I'm going to beat you up the next time we spar." Lin sniffled until she smiled.

"When we spar as.. fiancés?" He dared to smirk.

"Yes, airhead, yes, I love you and I will marry you!" Lin exclaimed.

Tenzin placed the fifteen-year-old piece of jewelry around her, clasping it shut gently behind her neck, "And I love you."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head as she soothed herself against his chest with the beat of his heart.

"We'll work through everything."

"Together."

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