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harryspet · 3 years

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off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!”

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed.

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously.

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold.

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew.

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!”

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?”

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much.

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark.

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket.

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.”

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder.

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen.

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain.

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!”

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye.

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans.

That feeling didn’t last long.

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place.

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!”

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you.

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling, “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness.

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness.

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you.

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice.

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road.

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress.

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them.

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did.

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored.

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled.

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come.

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag.

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside.

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy.

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside.

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday.

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly.

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper.

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …”

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking.

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded.

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips.

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch.

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in.

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie.

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote.

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

⇢ Word Count :

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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floatinginwords · 3 years

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Saved by the Devil (11/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You go to the garrison and hang with some of the shelbys.

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader (not romantic yet..but i swear we are getting there thank you to those who are reading who are bearing through it all.)

A/N: Took me two nights to write but it made me really excited for the upcoming chapters...almost had a heart attack when my laptop froze and i couldn't remember whether or not i saved the doc thankfully i did. So enjoy and please have a lovely night

The young boy led you through the streets of Birmingham. He was quick around the corners, almost blending in with the shadows on the walls as if it was second nature. The two of you end up in front of the same bar that Thomas had patched you up. The Garrison. Silently the two of you walked in together. You awkwardly sit down near the bar. The boy takes off his cap and stands by the door. He just watches you.

“You gonna babysit me, kid?” You cock an eyebrow up, hoping that that wasnt the case.

He doesn’t answer. Guess that trait runs in the family.

You shrug and hop off the chair, deciding that you wanted a glass of water. You go behind the bar, looking for a faucet.

“You’re not suppose to go back there.” Finn says.

“Your brother owns this place, eh? Tell him to charge me later.” You say toasting to the air, greedily gulping down the entire glass.

The silence envelopes you again. And you begin thinking, regretting not going home last night. You remembered everything you said. And you hate that you did. You hoped to yourself that he wouldn’t bring any of that stuff up. You didn’t need any further embarrassment.

Finn moves to sit down on one of the chairs.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, kid?” You ask feeling bad if the kid was just stuck here with you.

But before he could ask, another figure walks through the door. It was the older woman from before. What did Thomas call her? Polly.

She stops walking as she notices the presence of others immediately. She sees Finn first, then you behind the bar. Her eyes send daggers to you. You notice her eyes are red and puffy.

“You again?” She sneers.

You swallow. Usually you weren’t very scared of people but this woman had you quaking in your skin.

You open your mouth, to say who knows what when Polly decides to disregard you completely. “ Finn, what the hell is she doing here?” She asks the boy.

“tommy said to bring her here.” Finn answers.

“And where is he?”

The boys eyes glance to you then beck to his aunt. Polly seems to catch on to whatever he was trying to say with his eyes because she nods.

“Okay, finn go on now.”

“Tommy told me to stay here.”

“Well im here now.” She says this time her stare directed toward you.

Finn huffs and rushes out the door, leaving the two of you alone. Polly doesn’t take her eyes off of you. Even as she sits and takes off her jackets, her eyes were trained on you the entire time. She takes a cigarette out and lights one end, her shoulder relaxing just a bit as she sits back.

“You gonna be the new barmaid?” She sighs.

“Excuse me?”

“Just tommy has a bit of a type.” She exhales a ring of smoke.

You walk away from the bar at her words and sit back in your seat. “No, im not a barmaid.”

“A whore then?”

“Not even close.”

She smiles at you but its not a kind one. Its condescending. As if shes laughing at you instead of with you.

“Then what are you?”

What you wanted to say was none of your business, why do you even care, what’s your problem with me. But you held your tongue back. Trinity would cheer you for your self-control. Usually, your mouth ked you to all kinds of trouble. And right now, you didn’t want that. Especially with a Shelby.

You can feel her stare as she continues to stare at you. You dare to meet her eyes and for a moment its as if your having a staring contest across the room. And then her eyes widen.

“(y/fn) (y/ln)…”She whispers as if she just finally recognized your face.

You tilt your head a bit. You certainly did not tell her your name. You don’t remember that. You wait for polly to continue as you watch the women lift a hand to her mouth mockingly.

“You know you look just like your father.” You can see the smirk behind the hand.

“How’s Michael doing?” You ask already regretting saying anything.

‘So much for holding my tongue’ you think to yourself.

The woman strides over to you fast, knocking down her own chair in the process. Shes quick as she grabs a pocket knife out of her bra and holds it under your chin. You don’t flinch or make a move. Though you were shitting your pants, you make the effort to not seemed intimated by her. But the crazed look in pollys eyes tells you she doesn’t care about that.

“I could slit your throat right here right now and leaving you choking on your own blood. Don’t ever say his name again. Got it.” Polly threatens. You can feel the knife poke a bit more harshly under your skin as she speaks.

“I believe you,” You say not wanting to anger her more. You definitely did not want any more issues with anybody else, especially with a Shelby, “I’m sorry.”

Polly looks at you stunned, as if an apology was the last thing she would expect from your mouth. She slowly lowers her knife from your throat and steps away from you. You both say nothing.

It feels as though the silence last for years, until the door swings open again, revealing Thomas Shelby. He steps slowly, hands in pocket, with a neutral expression on his face.

“Ladies.” He says, moving past the two of you, heading toward the back.

Polly rolls her eyes as Tommy disappears. She glances one more time at you before she leaves herself. You sigh as soon as you’re sure shes gone. Your feet move to follow wherever Thomas went. You find him on the phone, leaning against the wall. His eyes meet yours, they doont leave yours as he speaks into the phone.

“Yes, Ill be there sometime this week. Need to see how my horse is doing, of course.” You can hear Mays giggles on the other end.

You wonder what they’ve done together. You can see the hint of mischief behind his eyes. And the flirtatious giggle May is sounding off on the line. You know something must have went down between the two of them. Or at least something was bubbling. A wave of nausea rolls off you. You dismiss it as an effect from not eating anything.

He hangs up the line and looks at you, with an eyebrow raised.

“How was the meeting?” You deiced to ask, feeling shy under his gaze.

His chuckles as he places a cigarette between his lips. “Not gonna ask about the phone call?” He says teasingly.

“No, why would I?”

He shrugs before lighting up the cigarette and taking a drag. He offered it over to you. You take it without thinking pressing it to your lips when a thought crosses your mind.

‘This Is like an indirect kiss.’

You try to press that thought to the back of your mind, not wanting to think about that with him. But even so your gaze lifts up his lips and you cant help but notice the soft pink color they are. You wonder if he kiss rough or delicately.

“You’re thinking pretty hard there.” He says interrupting your thoughts.

“You never answered my question.” You say thankful for the distraction from your lustful thoughts.

‘I must still be drunk’ You think.

“it went fine.” He says

“Youre not gonna tell me anything are you?”

His lips twitches as he takes the cigarette right our of your hands. “Its time to set our plan in motion.”

“Our?”

“Yes. Our.”

“Okay do you need me to do anything.” You say eager to help with literally anything.

“Just one thing, Be at Epsom.”

You sigh on the inside wishing your role was a bit bigger and sooner. Epsom wasn’t until next Friday. But you took what you could get.

“Sounds good.” You say not wanting to argue.

“It’s a date.” He smiles

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Can I request a storyline where reader and Ms. Joke gives advice to each other to ask their crushes out. (Reader crushing on Bakugou and Ms. Joke likes Eraserhead). Also I love your Dabi fic it's so damn amazing.

Anon I know this took so long but I loved this idea ALOT. Like-literally GENIUSSSSSSSS!!!! And omg I’m so happy you liked my Dabi fics!!!🥺😭

Another fic for the @bnhabookclub event! If you wanna join in, heres the link!

Also pls ignore that Ms Jokes shoulder has disappeared I forgot to fix it 💀

Bakugo x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2000+

⤷ Warnings: cursing

⤷ Synopsis: As your helping your hero aunt Ms. Joke concoct a plan to win over Eraserhead, the conversation somehow turns to your crush on Bakugo. Even though you feel comfortable talking about the hotheaded boy with your aunt over the phone, you don’t realize how bad that idea is until a certain someone decided to eavesdrop outside the door.

Song Recs: ⤷ Leave This Place-Lione ⤷All This Time-Deorro ⤷Start It Over-NOTD

“Okay okay, how about this one-

“Can you pass me my inhaler, because you just took my breath away!”

Ms. Joke made an over exaggerated attempt at swooning, her voice airy and theatrical. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics, your nose scrunching at the terrible pick up line she just gave you.

“I don’t think that one will work Auntie,” you mused, your phone on speaker as you tidied up your UA dorm room.

Not many people were aware of it, but your aunt was Ms. Joke, the comedy hero. It was quite a shocker when you let that information out to your classmates, as they couldn’t understand why you had went to UA over her hero school. It was true you had entertained the idea of going, but as much as you loved your aunt-you could only tolerate her for so long. She was so fun and energetic to be around, but that energy quickly became draining after a few hours.

The thought of having to be around your aunt every day made you feel tired just thinking about it, so you had kindly opted to try UA instead. Your aunt was a little disappointed that you had picked UA over her school, but she was over the moon excited for you to finally follow her footsteps and become a hero.

It also didn’t hurt that you would be around Aizawa quite a lot-and she definitely used that to her advantage.

“Oh Cmon tho, Jitter Bug, he would love it!” She exclaimed through the phone. “That one is such a laugh riot!”

“I think you forget that Mr. Aizawa isn’t too big on jokes,” you gave her a short giggle as you began to fold the freshly cleaned clothes on your bed.

“Hm….” she hummed in thought.

“What about-I’m thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water? I’d then give him a killer smile to go along with it-he can’t say no to me then!”

Your cheeks turned incredibly red-the thought of your aunt hitting on your teacher so openly like that? Revolting.

You made a gagging noise at the prospect, a nervous laugh spilling out.

“I swear if you do that, I will dig my own grave and lay in there from second hand embarrassment,”

A belly laugh erupted in the other end of the line, Ms. Joke’s chuckles high pitched and uncontrollable.

“You really are a hard one to impress, huh?” She said between laughter.

“That type of pick up line is a little too young though-you babies are the ones that say ‘thirsty’ all the time…”

You heard a little hum on the other side of the phone, signaling she was thinking deeply.

“Why don’t you use that one on that boy you like, what’s his name again?”

She asked good naturedly, a hint of sneakiness in her voice. “It’s-Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo, right?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers, your body language going rigid.

“Auntie you cant say that so loud, I’m on speaker phone!” You hushed her.

Your cheeks went insanely red, your head swiveling to look at your door.

Damn you and not closing it properly-anybody walking by could have heard!

Your aunt only knew about your crush because she had noticed you staring quite intently at Bakugou at your provisional licensing exam, her questions hard to not answer truthfully. She had promised not to tell anyone, not even your parents, but she used it against you nevertheless.

You sighed a breath of relief once you were satisfied that no one had walked by, your head turning back to your phone call.

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Unknowing to you, someone had walked by-Bakugo.

It was later in the day and getting close to his early bedtime, so he had come up to tell you to be quiet.

It felt strange walking up to your room-Bakugo knew he was beginning to like you, more than just a classmate or a friend, yet he didn’t quite want to believe it.

He shouldn’t have all these vulnerable feelings, he should be focusing on training and nothing more. But the more and more he tried to ignore it the more and more he realized how much he truly admired you-you were so damn pretty to him, your laugh and smile always making a blush rise to his cheeks, and the way you would look at him so innocently whenever he spoke to you made his whole world light up.

He liked how you respected him, but you would also put him in his place if needed.You were really one of the few only people he would listen to, which made it even worse-you had a power over him you didn’t even know about. It frustrated him, but he cared about your opinion too damn much to openly defy your wishes.

It sucked how easily he’d fallen for you, but he couldn't make it stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he trudged up the stairs to your room, he noticed the door unlocked, a strange thing for him to see since he had prepared himself to knock. Whatever-less time waiting outside your door. He lightly leaned himself against the adjacent wall, ready to yell his warning at you quickly until he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Joke speak his name from a phone call.

The hell were you even talking about?

He couldn’t help it, he had to listen in, it was him you were talking about after all. As much as he didnt want to care, he hoped it was only good things you were speaking of, his heart fluttering when he heard your aunt say “you like him.”

Was it true? Did you really feel the same for him?

Bakugo instantly felt himself to sweat, his vermillion eyes wide as he prayed the news he was hearing wasn’t a lie-you had to like him back. You just had to.

Ms. Joke laughed at your distress, her voice lighthearted and loud.

“Oops, sorry!” She said, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone. “But really, y/n, what do you see in that boy! He’s so-well-“

“Harsh?” You finished her sentence, shuffling on your bed.

“Exactly! He’s always so mean and entitled too-you can’t find another boy in UA? What about Shoto-hes a pretty one!”

You gave a giggle, your hands fiddling nervously with your hair.

“Shoto is just a friend Auntie, and besides, he’s quite reserved-Bakugo isn’t,” you sighed, “Ive never meant anyone like him before.

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Bakugo’s heart beat painfully in his chest from outside the door.

This was fucking wrong-he was being a total creepster eaves dropping in your private conversation.

He kept telling himself that this was all okay, because you were talking about him and it was your goddamn fault for speaking about him behind his back-

But he knew deep down it was because he wanted so badly to know. He just wanted to be reassured that there was a connection between you two and he could pursue it somehow.

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“He’s just so-different. He is really harsh and brutally honest-it makes him kinda unique in a way. He’s always so driven, trying to do his best to be the best-it’s infectious, ya know? I can't help but admire him for that.”

you admired him? god, hearing those words sent him over the moon. You sounded so sweet and so soft as you relayed all your inner feelings to Ms. Joke, his heart was practically swooning.

Your aunt gave a small nod at your words, her voice much more understanding.

“Have you talked to him? Tried to ask him out or do anything you little kiddies usually do when you have a crush?” She asked playfully.

You sighed, your hands combing through your hair.

“Oh I could never! He wouldn’t like me back-he’s too into his school work. And he is super harsh-god I don’t know what I’d do if he’d reject me….”

“I understand you full heartedly JitterBug,” she used your nickname again, a groan slipping out of your lips.

“Are you yiu ever going to stop calling me that!”

“Never!” She exclaimed, her voice loud and cheerful again. “Your my wonderful little JitterBug and I’m going to keep calling you that until I kick the bucket!

“But really,” she sighed, her tone much more serious. “You never know until you try! I got rejected myself many, many, MANY times-but Im still doing perfectly fine!”

You held back a small snicker-your aunt, the Jokester Hero, who can’t hold a conversation without cackling like a maniac, the one who wears the most ridiculous outfits, has a chaotic fighting style, and has been pinning over the same guy since her internship days as a rookie?

Yeah, perfectly fine isn’t the best way you would describe her.

You simply hummed a nod in order to satiate her a response, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Ugh, I just got a call-they need me to help out with some robbery,” you aunt huffed out, her tone clearly tired. You felt a little bad for the hero-she must have been having a pretty crazy day.

“I’m sorry we had to cut our call so short!”

“Oh no it’s no problem!” You reasuresed her happily, “stay safe out there!”

“You two Jitterbug! Byeeeee!” She practically yelled her goodbye into the phone, making you flinch.

You breathed a tranquil sigh, readying yourself to start studying for your tests when you heard a loud banging upon your door.

“Oi, dumbass, can I come in for a minute?” The gruff voice of Bakugo filled the room, making your blood shiver-

Bakugo?!? Wait-was he there the whole time?!?

You teeth were practically chattering from that overwhelming fear, your cheeks red and your eyes wide.

You seriously were going to crawl into a hole and never come out if he heard that whole conversation.

You crawled off your bed, your hand making their way to the door to peak it open slightly.

Bakugo’s heart was thumping violently in his chest-now he knew you felt the same for him, this was going to be extremely easy. But he still felt really nervous, especially when your hair was so perfectly messy like that and your cheeks were dusted with pink like you were already nervous yourself.

God damn, why did you have to be so attractive? It just messed everything up for him, making him feel like he couldn’t think straight.

“Hey Bakugo, I-Uh-what’s up? Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, his nerves making his hand sweat more than usual. “something like that,”

Damn quirk, he thought in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pants. “You gonna let me in?”

“Oh-uh,”you began to stutter, shifting away from the door and opening it up slightly, “sure, yeah!”

He grinned to himself at your adorableness-did you always act this nervous around him? How did he not notice you like him before-it was so obvious to see now when you were fidgeting like that.

He strutted into your room, a new found confidence in him as he shut the door of the room for you, practically trapping you in with him. A mischievous smirk graced his lips, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Don’t want anyone overhearing by accident cause you cant close a door right,”

You groaned in embarrassment.

Welp-he knew.

You gave him a small look, your eyes doe -like and scrunched up in uneasiness.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked timidly.

Bakugo scoffed, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“All of it, Jitterbug,”

You groaned yet again, plopping your body onto the bed in embarrassment.

How could this happen?! He was right-you should have closed the door! You covered your face with your hands, your fingers trailing against your forehead and your hair.

“God I’m so sorry, I probably sounded like a creep, I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to apologize and explain yourself, your cheeks a cherry red.

“Do you like me?” He interrupted you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You looked up timidly-god, was he always this intimidating?

He was standing right in front you, his overwhelming stature making you feel so small and overpowered. He was wearing this strange smirk, as if he was enjoying interrogating you.

That usually wasn’t a Bakugo thing to do, to smirk like that, but damn, was it kinda-hot. You could really only focus on that, on the way his lips curled up so softly like he was happy about something but trying to repress it. It was warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but feel some of your awkwardness melt away.

“How would you feel if I said ‘yes’?” You tried your best to lighten the mood some what, a nervous smile slipping against your lips.

Bakugo knelt down, his body so much more closer to you. His hands went on each side of your legs, his thumbs just brushing your outer thigh. He caged you in to the bed with his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

Well shit.

You felt the blood rush to your face, your ears pounding-you never knew he felt this warm so close, and god-did he really smell like salted caramel? His vermillion eyes were boaring to yours, sending your senses into over drive.

“And how would it feel if I said ‘yes’?” He turned your words against you, his voice husky and deep form being so close.

You squirmed from nerves, your hands going to play with your hair. It was so strange being so close to him, and you didn’t know what to do.

You looked so cute flustered like this-Bakugo internally tried to remember this perfectly, mentally writing down your adorable mannerisms and facial expression to memory. As much as he loved this, you were taking too long for a reply, and he was getting a little annoyed.

“What was that? I’m still waiting,” he asked gruffly, his voice low and sultry.

You gulped, feeling a pang in your heart from hearing that type of voice come from him. Directed to you.

“I-Uh-yes, I-I do, I've liked you for a while now,” you revealed, your cheeks practically tomato red.

He smirked at your expression, slowly lifting his body with off the weight.

You looked up in confusion, already feeling cold without his warm body so close to yours.

“Good,” he replied, his voice prideful, “cause I feel the same way.”

“You do!” You practically shouted, your eyes wide with shock.

The Bakugo-“liked you” liked you? You could practically scream with happiness.

“Well yeah dumbass, why would I say that if I didn’t?” He chuckled slightly, his bright red eyes still drinking you in.

Now his nerves were coming out again, a heaviness feeling his stomach as he realized what he had to do now.

“I-I’m not good at this shit, but-

“Wanna go out tomorrow?”

You were practically screaming like a little girl internally. This was happening? Was this all just a cruel dream?

Only one way to figure out if this was real or not.

You stood up from the bed, bringing yourself close to the hot head.

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be embarrased-he was getting too comfortable being the one to make you nervous. He forgot how you could make him so flustered, your warm smile and pretty eyes making his heart thump painfully and his mind go into a panicked standstill.

Your hands shakily wrapped around his neck, slow to see how he would react.

God, you had thought about touching his hair for so long now, it was even better than you imagined-soft and fluffy like a cloud, you ran your hands through the spiky locks. The faint smell of caramel wafted into your nose agaun, making you feel nervous and calm at the same time.

He was slightly rigid, staring at you with shocked eyes-but he seemed to not mind this. You smiled softly, your heart thumping-it was now or never.

You slowly got on your toes and leaned yourself into his lips, surprised how warm they felt. At first he didn’t move, which scared you-but he eventually began to move against your lips, a little rough but still pleasant. A flood of warmth filled your body, your hands relaxing against his body. You felt his arms wrap around your body, his lips now taking the lead and guiding you into him.

You couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect and surreal it was.

But you remembered-sadly- breathing was a thing, your lungs burning as you both reluctantly pulled away.

You thanked your aunt for her loud mouth in your blissful daze, because without her, you wouldn’t be kissing your crush now.

You smiled at the blonde, his cheeks dusted with red and his eyes drinking you in.

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

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hyperfixdccoms · 3 years

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The Start (1)

The Flame Within The Ice

'You need to always remember that the powers we go to are meant to be hidden away. No one should ever know about them, no matter what. Grimoire, do you hear me?!'

' Grimoire baby, you know why I called you Grimoire? In our family tree, we had witches who worked to gain the powerful book of the summoning spirits called the Grimoire a long time ago. While you are not the book, we have a special connection toward the beyond. We do not practice the craft, but we have been passed down powers from our ancestors. We carry the fire that burns throw our vain and the Ice that helps us calculate every move. We are special. You are special, Grim.'

' Grimoire Im sorry it has to be like this. We, I can't keep on protecting you like this. You will end up dead. I'll leave you here where you are safe with Viena.'

" Grimoire, It's time to get up!" Yelled a prominent voice that sounded like a middle-aged woman. It was relatively early in the morning. The people that were up at this time were ready to leave home, kissing their spouse goodbye and their kids, and good luck at school. Children waking up at this time, getting ready with their book bags, and eating their breakfast remains to catch the bus.

" Dammit, this child. Grimoire Vi llan, Get your damm ass up before I do something. You won't even see it coming." The women shouted again. After a few minutes, a five-foot-six androgynous-looking teen came downstairs. " Grim, you can't keep on doing this. I got work, and I have bills to pay." The women complain, rushing around the kitchen still not looking at the teen. When she turned around, she noticed the rather ghostly pale-looking skin from the teen. She sighed, giving Grimoire a sad smile. " I made you your favorite pancake pb&j." She said, trying to get a reaction from the teen.

Not moving from his place, Grimoire chewed on his lips, picking on the skin of his nails. His long wavy hair was hidden under a crochet beanie that he had done in his free time. The average height teen wore a thin black long-sleeved shirt with a soft blue crocheted vest on. His pants were just some regular vintage denim jeans with some classic black Chuck Taylor shoes.

Grimoire shifted from one leg to another with his weight. His bag resting wine red canvas backpack rest on his left shoulder. He felt uncomfortable with the silence. Thankfully, His aunt Viena didn't ask any questions but gave him a comforting hug, but to him, it felt like that night he was tensed. " You look just like your mother and your father. It's almost surreal. They would be so proud to see you grown up like this." Viena was the sister of Grimoire's father. She was always there, and when his parent died from the accident, she took him in with open arms.

" Morie, I know you don't think you can trust in yourself. But it is not your fault. Thorn and Golgotha Would never fault you for something you can't control yet." Viena said, cupping Grimoire's face. Viena lost in Grimoire's eyes the same eyes as her big brother's icy blue and fiery red eyes. Viena held herself from shedding a tear. Lucky to hear the alarm of the bus coming soon rang, she cleared her throat and gave her nephew a smile. "I'll pack you your pancake. You should be ready. If you are missing something, go get it." Viena said, going to pack the pancake in a sandwich bag and putting it inside a paper bag. Viena came back to Grimoire, who was standing at the doorsteps. She handed Grimoire his paper bag and said her goodbyes. Viena stood at the doorstep, seeing her brother's baby walking away.

Grimoire took out some gloves his father had given him to help maintain his power from spiking out. Of course, his body emitted different temperatures, and he could easily adjust to any temperature. It was pretty gray outside, even for an early morning. The fallen dead leaf scattered around the neighborhood made it even more unsettling like always. Grimoire turned on his headphones, turning on his walkman playing the first song suggested Sowing Season by Brand New.

The soft guitar filling up his ears and the words filling his mind. His mind being transported to a reality of tranquility and peace. Grimoire closed his eyes, breathing in deep the clean air that cleansed his revolting mind. His right hand resting on his backpack band while his left hand is inside his pants pocket. Mumbling some words from the lyrics, he opened his eyes to see himself getting closer to the school bus stop.

Grimoire's eyes landed on the teenager he sees every day. The girl had pale skin, her hair colors dark purple. She seems to use the same outfit or at least the same shade of clothes every day. Ultimately Grimoire has come to an unspoken agreement with the girl. The two were outcasts, laughed at, and if anybody did something to stop it, they would get hurt. In conclusion, the two stuck a bit together if they could, like in the school bus sitting together, in class, if they could.

When the bus arrived, it was already packed with other students. Grimoire let the girl in first. He followed right behind, seeing the mess of a bus it was. He took a seat next to the girl keeping his distance yet close enough to not fall out of the uncomfortable love seat. The girl leaned on the window, looking out it was comfortable, nobody talking well except the kids from the back. Every time Grimoire turned to give the girl a side look, he couldn't help but admire her despite the shit she had to take in school. She doesn't flatter behind. She just keeps ongoing. The silence was pleasant until one of the kids teased us got between us from the chair behind.

"Boo!" The boy laughed, leaning close to the girl. "Come on. What are you hiding from?" He asked rather intrusively. He turned to look at Grimoire with a smirk " How about you? Are you some type of cult?" Grimoire could hear his buddies laughing, not really trying to play it off.

"You don't have to be shy with me." The boy said mockingly, leaning toward the girl said. Grimoire chewed on the inside of his cheek. He slowly reached to grab the girl's hand, squeezing it lightly to reassure her that it would be over soon. " I like freaks." He said, leaning closer to the girl. Grimoire could feel the girl squeezing his hand back as she turned her head away from the creep leaning toward her. "No? Well, maybe you would take the offer." The boy said with a sly tone, leaning toward Grimoire, who tilted his head down to avoid looking at the harasser.

Before the boy to lean any closer, a kid from the front with blond hair turned back, and with courage and tiredness, he said, " Leave them alone, Kyle." The attention from the three was brought to the blond boy named Matt. It was rare to see somebody trying to stand up for any of us. Matt was a student and part of the football team. "Don't you have a touchdown or something to throw, Matt?" Kyle said like it was a big insult or something. Matt stood up from his seat, facing toward the three of them. " Just leave them alone, asshole."

Grimoire and the girl looked rather worried that something could break out just because of them. "Before I make you." The two boys stood front to front from each other. The tiny walkway didn't help create space. Kyle shoved Matt backward " Maybe you should take a seat." Kyle said with a smirk. Of course, Matt wouldn't back down repeating Kyle's shove but with a bit more force. The kids had their eyes on the two boys, who were now throwing punches at each other. Some kids were encouraging the fight. Grimoire let a shaken breath out while the girl looked at the two fightings wanting to do something to help the fight stop. "Sit back down! Both of you! Now!" The bus driver yelled as he drove. The two boys pulled away, panting hard while glaring at each other. The rowdy kids encouraging the fight were disappointed the two had stopped fighting.

When the two broke apart before Kyle sat down, he menacingly leaned toward us. "Sluts" He said, very pronounced. Kyle turned away to sit on his seat. The girl turned to look out to the window while Grimoire sighed, taking his hand away from the girl's hand. His head lowered in humiliation.

Grimoire and the girl got out together when they got to school, walking inside the school building. The two had a locker on the opposite side of the hallways. Grimoire stuffed his book into his locker, seeing a picture of his parent on the locker's door. He felt a wave of guilt, sadness, and anger. He didn't understand why couldn't he had been born without these powers. Why couldn't he be like his aunt, as his mom? Normal. Grimoire turns to the side as he heads his bus companion speak up, " Uh.Matt.Thanks for..." The group of boys just bypass her with no second look. The girl turns to look up at Grimoire. He could only offer her a small ghost smile before she turned away.

He sighs, closing his locker. The girl had come to his side of the locker before offering him a small smile. She took Grimoire's hand " Thank you for sticking with me." She said shyly. Grimoire felt his heart race avoiding her face finding his shoes much more interesting. " No problem." He let out in a whisper. "Rachel. My name is Rachel Roth. Im sure you heard it from the teachers, but. I think a bit of a formal introduction is better." The girl now named Rachel introduced herself. Grimoire's eyes slowly scan from bottom to top Rachel, who was holding his mitted hand. " Grimoire. Grimoire Vi llan. Nice to meet you, Rachel Roth." Grimoire returned the gesture of politeness. His voice, airy yet melodious, reached Rachel's ears, who had a faint blush on growing.

The bell brought them out from the special moment. What they didn't know is that from there, nothing would be the same.

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deeeelightfuldee · 3 years

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surveys 066.

What do you want more than anything else? To be honest, it was to start a life, family, marriage with kile. that won’t happen now, so I’m trying to determine what I want. I think I still want those things, but maybe I just need to find someone else to give them to me. Do you have to cross any bridges on your way home? home from what? What type of phone do you have? samsung galaxy s21 ultra Have you ever tried coconut water? yeah NOT for me Are you able to keep a lid on your temper? yes, very much so. What colour are the blankets on your bed? uhhh all very neutral. creamy, white, gray What was the last thing you said aloud? baby hairs, yeah. Is there anybody who makes you feel empowered? uhhhhhhh not really anymore. Does your house have a basement? it does! How many online accounts do you have? Or have you lost count? accounts of what? Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? ooooo maybe Japan Who was your first love? John Are you the type to hold grudges? not usually. though, I am sure kile thinks otherwise. What was the last video game you played? switch when I was home What's your favourite flavour of vitamin water? xxx or whatever Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? hearing dejavu by olivia rodrigo really made me emotional cus its exactly the situation between kile and I What do you think about double stuff oreos? the more the better Are you happy in your on t? what does this question even mean Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, Youtube, etc.) yes, homeschool, dare2share Do you have any disgusting habits? im sure I have habits that other people would not like? I guess? Can you get your favourite fruit all year around, or is it seasonal? umm most fruits you can get year round if you lower standards and raise your prices lol What brand are most of the electronics in your household? whatever kile sent us. now im going to have to figure out my brand preferences. Is any part of your body hurting right now? yes. my shoulder is getting really bad and my foot hurts. but im alright What's your favourite aunt or uncle's first name? ooooooooooooo boy. steve Do you prefer your tea with or without milk? tea with milk???? thats a thing? What sound makes you cringe? nails on a chalk board Have you ever smoked a cigarette? nope. i could understand the appeal to a degree.. but nope. If so, do you still smoke? n/a What do you think about androgynous names? i’m neutral about it. if thats what floats your boat, go ahead Do you see yourself getting married one day? i always did. I really did when I thought about kile, mostly because I just couldn’t fathom a life without him. now here I am having to figure all this out again. Idk. Maybe its just not going to happen for me. Do you get sick often? no. Who was the last person you invited into your home? uhhh, prob em? Are you of legal drinking age in the country you live in? yes How old were your parents when they got engaged? like 19ish Are your parents still together? nope. they divorced when I was 16/17 What flavour was the last ice cream you ate? phish food I think Are you health conscious? increasingly, but not overly. Have you ever done a first aid course? not yet. If so, would you be prepared to perform CPR if necessary? I could partially but by no means am I trained. Do you have any friends who bat for the other team? I did when I was working or when I was in school. Not mega close friends tho so we have lost touch. Have you ever written a letter to a politician? no. I am just not interested. Are there any songs that get stuck in your head very easily? OH ALL THE TIME. **I know you had a really tough couple events today and I’m sorry for that. Please don’t give up. things will get better. I am rooting for you. I wish we could talk. just focus on your happiness with the house.

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willykappymarnsmatts · 4 years

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Forever (A. Matthews)

“So will you go with me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes of course!” Auston lifts me up off my feet and spins me around in his arms. I didn’t know if he’d say yes, because Auston’s not really the wedding type of guy, but he said yes!

We’ve been dating for almost a year, and I’ve just been asked to be the flower girl for my cousin’s aunt’s wedding. I was mostly excited to get to dress up, but now I’m excited to go with Auston and dance and smile and laugh. “Okay, um, okay!”

He throws his head back and laughs at me, but then leans down and kisses me gently. “You’re adorable, Y/N.”

•••

A couple days later, Auston and I go suit shopping. We walked around the Eaton centre in downtown Toronto the entire day, looking around at dress shops, getting lunch, and wasting time in stores we have no reason to be in. For being in a hockey-crazed city, Auston actually didn’t get recognized too many times and we were able to hang out in peace.

“It’s kind of funny,” I say as we enter another store, “You try to stay anonymous when we’re out, but if I didn’t freak out and come up to meet you that day, we wouldn't be suit shopping right now.”

Auston puts his arm around my shoulder and nods at the lady who smiles at us as we enter the shop. “I didn’t care because I had no reason not to. I was always out with the guys, I was a bit younger, and I liked the attention,” he explains as we look at suits. “I don't even mind when I’m out with the guys. It's nice, knowing the city cares. But when I’m with you, you're the most beautiful girl in the room, and I don't care about being in anybody else's company.”

I nod, kind of at a loss for words. “I love you, Aus.”

“I love you, too.”

•••

The day of the wedding comes almost out of nowhere. I wake up early and Auston drives to my apartment to pick me up so we can get ready together.

“Excited?” he asks after I’ve climbed into the passenger side door of his car and he kissed me good morning.

“Nervous. Everyones going to be looking at me, Aus. What if I trip? Or cough?”

Auston laughs at me and I frown at him. “There's nothing to be nervous about, Y/N. Nobody will care even if you do trip or cough, they'll be too busy focusing on how beautiful you are.”

I smile. “What time are we leaving at?”

“To get there at 5:30 we should leave around four.”

I nod and smile. We pull up to Austons apartment and I open the back door to take out my dress, bag, heels, and makeup. Once we get in, Auston lets me use his bedroom and bathroom while he gets ready in the living room and the main bathroom. “What a gentleman,” I chirp, to which he just kisses me and leaves the room.

After I’ve finished putting on my makeup I slide into my dress and zip it up. It’s gold, with a straight neckline and off the shoulder straps. It hangs all the way to the floor so you can only see my black heels as I take a step. I’ve straightened my usually curly hair and pinned half of it up. I put in gold dangle earrings and I’m wearing a silver bracelet Auston got me for my birthday this year. I pick up my black bag and slip it over my shoulder.

When I come out of Auston’s room, he's sitting on the couch in his suit. It's midnight black with a black tie to match and a white shirt. He looks up from his phone when he hears me and runs his hand through his hair. He licks his lips and he stands and comes toward me.

“Y/N, you look… wow.”

I smile wide at him as he wraps his arms around me. “Don't kiss me. You're gonna mess up my lipstick.”

“Don’t care,” he mutters, leaning towards me and kissing me anyways. I kiss him back, then push him away jokingly. “Okay, we have to go mister.”

He groans in response, but grabs his keys and phone and takes my hand as we walk out the door.

•••

We get to the venue and sit in the car for a moment.

“Ready?” Auston urges, obviously tired of sitting in the car.

“Do you think it'll be us one day?” the question is out of my mouth before I can stop it, before I can regret it. I do regret it, though, as soon as i see the look on Austons face.

“Im sorry, I don't know why-”

“I think about it all the time,” he doesn't look at me as he answers, instead staring straight ahead. “I think about it all the time, about asking you to marry me. It'd be a big wedding, the whole team would come. And Y/B/F/N would be your maid of honour, and Willy would be glued at her hip all night, and Willy and Mitch would both be my best man because otherwise they’d argue for years about it. And my sisters would be you bridesmaids, too. And afterwards we would go on a honeymoon to someplace quiet, turn off our phones, and just be with each other. And later we'd start a family. Our little girl would be the smart one, she’d do the horses thing like you.” I giggle, and Auston glances at me with a soft smile, then looks away and continues. “I’d teach our little boy how to skate, and he’d wear 34 like me. Oh, and his middle name has to be Wiliam, cause I lost a bet with Willy.”

“Auston!”

“So, um, yeah. I do think it will be us one day. I think about it all the time, babe.”

I nod and refuse to look at him because I know if I do I’ll start crying and mess up the makeup. “Lets go,” I whisper, and Auston nods.

•••

We get through the ceremony flawlessly, and make our way to the reception hall. The tablecloths are a pink, but so light they’re almost white. There is a huge dance floor in the middle of the room, with the tables on either side of the floor. There is a bar at the far end of the hall, and a DJ booth at the other end. We find our place cards and sit at our table, making polite conversation with the others at our table. Auston grabs my hand under the table and squeezes it slightly, forcing me to look at him. He leans close to me and whispers, so only I can hear him. “I didn't mean to scare you, with what I said in the car.”

I lean close to him to respond. “You didn't scare me. I just didn't know you thought about that kind of stuff. I didn't know you were that serious about me. We’re so young, Aus.”

“I know we are. But I love you, Y/N, more than I’ve ever loved anyone else.”

Our conversation is cut short when the DJ announces the bride and groom. We stand up and clap and watch their first dance as a married couple. Auston pulls me so my back is against his chest and sways slightly along to the music.

After the meal is done, we take to the dance floor. Auston lets little kids dance on his feet, looking over at me every few minutes to smile or wink. The first slow song comes on, and I start to move away from the floor, but Auston grabs my hand and turns me toward him. “Dance with me?” he asks, as if we've just met.

I nod and as he puts his arms around my waist, I wrap mine around his neck. We dance to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran and Auston pulls me closer, so I have to rest my head against his shoulder. “I think about it, too,” I whisper, half hoping he doesn’t hear me. But the catch of his breath tells me he did. He doesn't respond, just holds me tighter and continues to sway. With the warmth I’m wrapped in, his heartbeat against my chest, his arms tight around me, I know hes my safety. He’s my person, he’s the one. I don’t have to think about it for a second longer. He’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, through sickness and health, for better and worse. Forever.

#toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs fic #auston matthews #auston matthews fic #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews/reader #hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #nhl hockey fic #nhl hockey imagine #willykappymarnsmatts

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the-yancied-piper · 4 years

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twig.

Summary: Eric never seemed okay after his father visited. He also never wanted to talk about it. Yancy decides to find out why.

Notes: AU in which Eric Derekson is at Happy Trails, probably due to some terrible shit his dad had him framed him for (*coughs* basically my brain needed an excuse to put Yancy and Eric in the same setting so they can be SIBLINGS and also SOFT)

Words: 2,267

Pairings: none, but Yancy has unofficially adopted Eric

Warnings: verbal abuse; implied abuse (including Yancy); yelling; cursing; mentions of death

Tag list: @dorks-in-fiction @thunderstruck-owl-gal @ambigiousgelpens @beth-bunkus @a-tempest-in-a-teapot @thegirlwhoescapedgallifrey19

AO3 link: Read it here!

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Third Sunday. Visitation Day. Most of the inmates had somebody to see. Some of them didn’t.

Technically, Yancy didn’t need to be at a booth. He knew nobody was coming for him. And Gerald, the notoriously sympathetic prison guard, knew that technically the inmates weren’t allowed at a booth unless somebody was already there to talk to them. But Yancy had insisted that he thought someone might come today, I haven’t seen my aunt in ages, and youse can never be too sure, and Gerald knew in his heart that Yancy’s aunt wouldn’t come, and that just crushed his little heart even more. How could he say no?

So Yancy sat in his booth, staring at the glass pane in front of him. The phone to his right hung on the wall, untouched. Gerald was too easy to exploit. He didn’t even have an aunt.

Ignoring the odd feeling in his chest at the collective hum of his friends laughing into their phones, flirting with their partners, and the occasional “I love you too”s, Yancy sat and tried to listen to the conversation happening five feet to his left.

“—didn’t mean it, I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really—please—please let me talk. I—“

Eric’s thin voice quavered through the air, sounding as if it couldn’t quite get enough buoyancy to carry itself all the way to Yancy’s ears. He furrowed his brow.

Eric had only had a visitor twice since he’d arrived, but both those times, Yancy recalled, he’d gotten oddly quiet. After his first visit, he hadn’t wanted to look anyone in the eye. The second time, Yancy had casually asked who was visiting him and the kid nearly jumped out of his skin. He’d stammered out something about how happy he was to see his dad and gave a halting laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. Then he didn’t talk for three days. Yancy had filed that away in the ever-growing list of Things He Weren’t Too Sure He Liked About the Old Man. Now, he took note of the anxious voice in the adjacent booth.

“I know, dad. I know. Please— I know it was my f—” Eric kept halting, interrupted frequently by a crackly burst of static that rose and fell in pitch like a jagged line. His dad was yelling something, but Yancy couldn’t tell what. Furtively glancing around to make sure no eyes were on him, he carefully scooted his chair a few inches to the left.

Eric’s sentences were incomplete and nearly incoherent, full of pleas and apologies. He seemed to be growing increasingly more breathless. Yancy could hear the wince in his voice every time that sharp burst came through the phone. He could just barely make out the words “disgrace” and “pathetic”. His fists clenched. He quietly moved another half foot, and the crackle took shape:

“—day goes by where I don’t wonder where the hell I went wrong with you … never did a goddamn useful thing for me or ma … brothers would be ashamed to look at you and your … waste of time and energy, you ungrateful tard, no you let me talk … never listened to me, never could just fucking listen … your own fuckin’ fault you’re here, you piece of—”

Eric’s halted breaths started to sound more like sobs, and Yancy decided he had heard just about enough. He shot up from his chair and started to move toward Eric when Gerald stepped in front of him.

“Hey, where do you think you’re goin’? I don’t mean to be too stern, but visitations are one-on-one, personal business.”

Yancy’s jaw twitched. “Don’tcha hear what’s happenin’? Look at Twig. Look at ‘im! He’s shakin’ like a… twig!” He pointed at Eric, whose reedy body was quaking with either fear or repressed sobs. It was hard to tell, but it didn’t matter. Yancy could see the man on the other side now, his face red and his mustached lip curled into a snarl.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t just interrupt people’s precious time with their loved ones,” Gerald protested, putting an arm out. “That’s just not in our rules and it’s very rude, besides.”

“Listen to what’s happenin’! Does he look like he’s enjoyin’ his ‘precious time’ with that asshole? Huh!?”

“It’s not anybody’s business what people talk about in their private conversations—“

“It’s my business, and that bastard ain’t makin’ nothing private. Twig. Twig! Four-Eyes!” Yancy shouted, trying to get Eric’s attention. The teen seemed paralyzed, transfixed on his dad’s furious face, his lips quivering but releasing no sound.

“Hey now, keep your voice—hey—”

“Eric!”

Eric flinched and his head snapped to Yancy. “I—I, um,” he began to stammer, his eyes flitting back and forth between his tattooed friend and his father.

“Yancy, you need to step back now,” Gerald said, getting visibly frustrated.

“Eric, hang up that phone,” said Yancy. “Hang up.”

“B-but, I—we’re—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Yancy, step back.”

“What’s he gonna do ta you? He can’t do nothin’. You hang up that phone.”

“I…”

“Yancy.”

Mr. Derekson pounded his side of the glass with his fist and Eric jumped and whimpered. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you, you little…”

Yancy felt a hand applying force to his chest and he slapped it away, marching forward. He snatched the phone from Eric’s white-knuckled grip and pressed it to his mouth, locking eyes with that bastard. “I’m the warden,” he growled through gritted teeth. “And your time is up.”

“Wh— you can’t do that, I’m talking to my son—”

Yancy slammed the phone into the receiver, still staring Eric’s father dead in the eye. His arm had protectively wrapped around Eric’s shoulder, and he gently squeezed it. “C’mon, Twig. C’mon.”

Derek Derekson’s mouth worked uselessly for a few moments, and his tomato face turned even redder. Suddenly he began shouting expletives so loud, Yancy could hear him through the glass and he was certain the rest of the prisoners could too. He felt Eric trembling under his hand. “Hey. Let’s go. I know you got workin’ legs. Let’s go.”

Eric tried to breathe, and got out of his chair. The two of them made to leave when they were halted by a distinctly not-Gerald prison guard with a stern expression.

“You, sir, have violated Happy Trails’ visitation policy,” she said, pointing a finger in Yancy’s face, “and you hurt Gerald’s feelings. You are receiving an official reprimand—”

“Hey, hey!” Yancy got in the guard’s face and pointed right back at her. “I violated nothin’, and youse ain’t givin’ me no reprimands, y’hear?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Yancy yelled. “The only one violatin’ anything here is that fuckface violatin’ Twig’s sanity, and if any of youse had half a brain, that bastard would be in here and my lil’ bro would be out in the world livin’ a normal and happy life! You hear me? Fuck your reprimands. Let’s go, Twig.” He shouldered roughly past the guards, Eric in tow, ignoring the startled and curious heads that had turned in their direction.

No words were exchanged on their way to the exercise yard. Yancy only heard Eric’s laboured breathing and thought of every way he could string Derek up from the rafters of a twenty-story apartment.

The yard was mostly empty, save for two men speaking in hushed tones off to the side, and a few security guards dotting the perimeter. Many of the inmates were still having their visits, and those who weren’t opted to sleep in their cells. Yancy found a bench and sat Eric down. He saw tear tracks on the kid’s face and thought of Jimmy punching Derek through a brick wall. He kept his arm around his shoulder.

They sat for an unspecified time while Eric breathed, and breathed. Yancy knew better than to keep track, or to try to force him to talk before he was ready.

Sobs turned to gasps, and gasps to pants. Eventually, Eric let out a long, slow exhale. A deep breath, and another. He still trembled slightly, like a blade of grass just brushed by a breeze.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Eric said finally. “Sorry I didn’t hang up.”

“Youse got nothin’ to be sorry about.” Yancy kept his voice soft. “I got a bit riled up in there, but it wasn’t ‘cause o’ you.” He turned to look at Eric’s face. “How you doin’?”

Eric was silent for a few beats, his eyes fixed on nothing in the distance. “I don’t know.”

“Hey. I told you I wouldn’t let nobody hurt you as long as you’re here. Remember that?”

A few more beats. “Yeah.”

“That includes your asshole dad. He don’t have to be in here to hurt you, and I don’t have to be out there to stop him from hurtin’ you. And… you don’t have to be out there either.”

“H-huh?”

“To stop him, I mean. You can hang up.”

Eric opened his mouth to protest and Yancy squeezed his shoulder.

“Yes, you can. That ain’t against no rules. You can always hang up. An’ if you can’t, just gimme a shout. I’ll hang up for you.”

Eric took another deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Don’ mention it.”

They sat in silence. Yancy removed his arm and clasped his hands in front of him, absentmindedly tracing his tattoos and staring at the fence on the far end of the yard. He tried and failed not to think of what he’d heard Derek say, and the desperate way Eric fumbled to find words in the face of his rage. Pathetic. Waste of time and energy. Your own fuckin’ fault. Where had he heard those words before? he thought bitterly. He knew that rage. He knew that fear. He knew the way those words wormed their way into the deepest, most animal parts of the brain and coiled tightly around the ribs, the way they could poison a person from the inside out. He swallowed and calmed himself by thinking of Derek getting run over by a Jeep, repeatedly. The Jeep, in his mind’s eye, just happened to be situated around himself.

“Hey, uh…” Yancy ventured after a few moments. “Your dad. He always talk to you like that?”

Eric stared at his own hands. “Not—not all the time, but. Sometimes. A lot. Yeah.”

Yancy nodded and ran a tongue along his teeth.

“B-but,” Eric scrambled, “he’s not—we’re both.” A breath. “He lost everything too. Not just me. And I’m—I’m—he’s not in jail. I’m here. And he’s not. And everything’s really, really hard. B-because of me.”

“Hey, now. Hey.” Yancy didn’t think anything was Eric’s fault for a damn second, and he blinked and saw his hands around that fat, veiny neck, squeezing—he blinked again, forcing himself to speak through the ringing in his ears. “You know what I think about all that.”

He didn’t, actually. Yancy had puzzled some pieces together and figured the kid’s narcissistic dad was to blame for most of what had happened to his family, but he’d refrained from shoving Eric into that reality. The first step was just trying to get him to see that he wasn’t as terrible and worthless as his dad had convinced him he was. He knew it would take more than his own opinion to change his mind, but hell. He had to do something.

Eric cleared his throat. “Hey, um… when… you were yelling at security,” he ventured. “Did—I thought—it sounded like you said… brother...” He faltered.

Fuck. Yancy felt himself tense. He had said that, hadn’t he?

“L-little brother,” Eric supplied.

“You, ah… you misheard.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. He scrambled to correct himself. “It was lil bro, if we’re gettin’ technical.” He turned to look at Eric, thin as a reed—twig. His Twig, who was currently blinking back tears. Yancy felt his brain fumble. He was supposed to make him feel at home, like family, and he was screwing it up. Your fault. Pathetic.

“I miss my brothers so much,” Eric whispered, and Yancy’s brain shut up for a moment. Eric removed his glasses and pressed his fingers into his eyes. “I’ve never missed anyone so badly in my life.”

Yancy swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat without permission. He watched Eric run a hand down his face and put his glasses back on.

“But—Merrick was the nicest,” he continued. “I remember once… Sterick and Therick had put firecrackers in a dead mouse and set it off just to scare me. I got yelled at for it, cause they—they ran off, and there were bloodstains on my clean overalls, and… Merrick helped me clean up the mess. He never blamed me for anything, or blew up any rodents. He just helped me clean up. He washed my clothes for me. He swept up the barn. He did things like that a… a lot.”

Eric looked at Yancy for the first time since they’d come outside. “You—you’re a lot like Merrick. I think you’d like him lots.”

Yancy rubbed his neck and looked away, choosing to stare intently at a blade of grass. “Ah, I don’t… I don’t think I can match up to any o’ your brothers. Well. Some of ‘em, maybe. But,” he chuckled, “I’m just a regular scumbag lookin’ out for a lil’ twig who’d snap in two if someone weren’t watchin’ him.”

A silence.

Then a soft, “Thank you, Yance.”

“Anytime, Twig.”

And he meant it.

#summary: my brain thought 'yancy and eric found family au' and went hog wild #yancy #eric derekson #ahwm #my writing #11 07 2019 #prison brothers au

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Troubled troubles

Ok to rb

Summary:Basically s/I and adler fluff, a bit of angst and a buttload of oc stuff

Gif by travellar on Tumblr

@romancologist @mycinnamonapples uwu

Another Slam of hands on the table announces jerico that adler is yet having problems with something, she sighs Rolling her shoulders back, and her two cats sit ontop of them.

--Oh boy I do love hearing my boyfriend mad--she said playfully leaning on the doorsill of adler's Office.

Russel turns to look at her, he smiles a bit --Hey princess, sorry for makin too much noise,I know you dont like that

Jeri shrugged and Walked over, sitting on her boyfriends lap--Okay let me see whats up

--Ive been trying to fix this radio for Woods, nothings workin

She takes the radio and looks at it--Did you notice some of the cables are broken? Like when your headphones cable is broken and you twist the cord around for it to work?

--...wait what?

--Yeah its broken see?

Adler internally facepalms as his cheeks turn red--How could I not notice that?

Jer kisses his scarred cheek and leaves the radio on the desk standing up--Anyway ill go chance, todays prayer Day at cycle coasts main temple,you sure you dont want to go?

--No babe,im alright you go enjoy your terran stuff

She chuckled and shook her head walking over to her room to change.

The Roaring of the motorcycle engine drowned out any other sound in the garage, jerico put her helmet on,both of her cats tucked in her backpack,peeking through the semi Open compartment.

Her black cat mewls and presses their snout against the back of her head--Im alright vica,I just wish Russ came with me whenever we have celebrations, its something I dont want him to miss...but alas...--Her cat hissed and she snorted a chuckle-- dont be mad at him,our culture can be hard to digest

The cat rolled their eyes and sunk back into her backpack.

The wind hit her visor as she drove to cycle coast, she looked at the cloudy Sky, and sped up.

The drums could already be heard, jer chained her motorcycle to a post and Walked to the beach,there people in traditional terran wear danced with fans,banners and sticks, she sat amongst the crowd listening to the old woman talk.

Her hair was long,braids sprinkled about her hair, white as the moon,the traditional pristess robe, blue and black touched the sand and her long sleeves draped as she talked.

--Jerico...nice to see you could join Us.

Jerico smiled--Id never miss it

--did you bring your handsome boyfriend with you?

Jeri looked away--no,hes not really into our culture

The old womans brow furrow--such a shame...I wanted to meet him--she then perked up at the audience --You see, jerico has come here since she was a little trouble making bean about this tall--she puts her hand against her shoulder--so she heard this tale Many many times

When humans and gods lived along eachother--the elder pristess said-- and demons Ran amok at night,our goddess of death fell in love with one of those creatures.

She had Fallen for the King of the black demon hell, and had a child.

This is the child we'll talk about,in our books hes named xazo kazlaz or bell, it says that then elementus got wind of their relationshipp and they had to split.

About deaths son however.. she raised him to be the one that would guide the people to the afterlife...or hell navigating through the vast ocean of the dead with bells to guide him and Open the Doors to each realm...

Does anybody know why hes represented as an axolotl?--

Jerico raised her hand, and the pristess let her talk--because hes both a god and a demon, hes half and half like the axolotl that is an amphibian creature

The woman nodded-- very good,now lets commune back at the temple shall we?

As the people left, both the priestess and jeri were left alone,both Walked a bit distanced from the crowd.

--Thats one of my favourite stories you know zaivelaz

The woman smiled--I know thats why when I got your letter of you coming I changed it, its more interesting that the story of our patron goddess fighting over a piece of cheese

Jer started to laugh--Yeah that day was one hell of a day

Zaivelaz shook her head--Being a goddess amongst humans is hard?

--Like you have no idea,specially with my boyfriend,two of the people gods in my family had human partners and they...they died,im scared something similar Will happend to him

Her companion put a hand on jericos shoulder--It wont...I promise

--Thanks...zai

The steps along the floating bridge were Many,jeri couldnt help but wonder how it would be if adler was here.

She struggled so much with showing him her culture that it made her feel sad,then again one of the moral rules in Terras was not to force anyone,and she wouldnt break it.

She sat on the floor with the priestesses and closed her eyes interlocking her fingers as she softly whispered.

--Hey ozi...Been a while...--she sighed-- I left you some offerings by your statues feet, I know you dont like this sorta stuff...but ive missed you, a lot, just...just..tell eryz and abbadon that I love em..and that same goes to you..i love you aunt ozi

After the prayers it was time for the festival, jeri Spotted a young Man wearing all black, white eyes,and black hair in a bun.

The Man seemed to notice her as he ran to her,hugging her tightly.

--Abbadon!--She said kissing her cousins cheek--Ive missed you

Abbadon put his hand in his pockets--Ive missed you too...what I could not miss is this festival! All because of our family?, wow!

Jer giggled and offered her hand--Wanna dance?

--You bet!

Their feet moved in synch,the flags spun in circles as they danced.

Abbadon threw his banners and jeri catched him, and he hers.

They were enjoying themselves when the music stopped abruptly.

They Turned to see the people around them that were equally confused.

The musicians pointed at the huge tide approaching them.

Both demigod cousins stepped infront of the tide and stopped it as its about to break, they both looked at eachother and nodded.

Jeri pushed it to one side, and abbadon followed, the water splashed them and them only and nobody got hurt.

--Your mom needs to stop sending tides that could literally drown someone when she wants to send a sign...

Abbadon crouched putting his hands on his knees,batting his hand at his cousin--i tried... no way talking her out of It

The celebration ended with no further altercations, jerico went back home and took a quick warm shower to then collapse on the bed.

--Hes still with that fucking radio isnt he?...--She sighed giving up--why do I even try anymore?

The sun filtered through the blinds jerico groaned and opened her eyes,only to find her boyfriends spot on the bed empty.

She grunts and sits up, her cats sitting on her lap-- I know I know..--she picks them up and walks to the kitchen where she gives both of them their food.

Jeri felt a pair of arms hug her from behind, she sighs nuzzling into adlers chest.

--Good morning sweetheart

--Hey...

--Watcha cooking there?

--Bacon and eggs for you and a healthy terran breakfast for me

--Oh...good

Both ended up eating their breakfast in silence, Russell could tell there was something wrong with his girlfriend, he took her hand and she looked at him,those beautiful eyes he loved looking at were filled to the brim with sadness.

--babe...whats up?--He asked concerned.

--I just...wish you could come with me whenever we have festivals here--she said taking a bite from her waffle that had cream and pieces of caramelized fruit--its something I really really want you to participate in...but I know you dont like this sorta stuff and I wont force you

Adler sits back realizing what he had done, hes been neglecting a part of her that is important to her,those were her roots and he was stepping all over them.

He finished his breakfast and Walked over to her, lifting her up and hugging her--Im so sorry babe--he kissed her cheek-- I know this is important to you and i--

Jeri smiled kissing him again and cupping his cheeks--How about you come to todays festival in time temple with me huh?you dont have to wear our traditional attire,but I tell you it gets cold there

--Id love to, do I have to bring something?

--Not really, im going to make an offering though,it depends on the person

--perfect then...cant wait

Both smiled and kissed again.

The end of the day arrived quickly between work and chores to do.

Adler was waiting by the door fixing his leather jacket.

--How do I look?

Russ looks up at jerico and gasps--Very pretty

She smiled playing with the hem of her green turtle neck that had her shoulders peeking, her roman sandals clicked and clacked with every step she made.

The drive to time temple wasnt long, and luckily they arrived just in time for the story.

The elder priestess smiled when she saw jerico and nodded, proceeding to talk-- a long time ago, the second generation of dieties were born, they were meant to regulate life, amongst the three of them we find our patron goddess...chronos the incessant pass of time...

Elementus tasked a human to build a machine that could measure time, that is when the first sun clock was born,the human handed it to the Creator and with a sprinkle of magic the clock changed into a small girl, with short black hair, she had pale skin and two pale blue eyes, and from there,she was born.

Trained by elementus sister, Ray,the god of war...she then moved to her Realm where she measures time and the life of every being in existence..., from humans to animals and even objects, some say that she collects clocks of all kind and if.you want to meet her youll need to bring the rarest of clocks,of course, its all myths...or...are they?--the priestess finished her tale,and the offerings began.

Adler uncomfortably stayed behind as jeri prayed,she then Turned to him and ushered him to come closer.

--And this is my boyfriend, Russell

--Babe what are you doing?

--Introducing my aunt to you

--Your...aunt?

--Yeah ive told you like a month ago im half goddess..and this is my aunt...chronos

--I...I thought you were joking when you said that --Jeri Turned at her boyfriend with a face of pure disbelief,he hunched his back--Sorry...

--Anyway..chronos...hes my boyfriend Russell, I wish you were here to meet him...hes very sweet sometimes

--Sometimes?

She chuckled and kissed his cheek-- sometimes--she then Turned at the statue--i wish you were here to meet him, I really miss you--Adler gave her some space and sat back on the chair--i miss you and dad so much...--she stood up--Ill..ill see you later auntie chronos--she smiled and Walked over to adler hugging him.

The festival inside the temple was full of music and food of all kinds, and both came back home exhausted.

Adler maybe got a solid six ours of sleep before hes awaken by her girlfriends voice--Babe...babe wake up...

He smiled kissing her--Morning princess

--There you are,change quickly my family came to visit

His eyes Open wide --What?

--Yeah they are here, come on change

She patted his chest and Walked into the kitchen, where abbadon was setting the table.

Adler Walked in a few minutes later only to find two men and three women talking with her girlfriend,who noticed him and hugged him--Okay everyone, say hi to russel,Russell this is abbadon, this is chronos--she said pointing at the woman with short black hair and glasses-- those are my aunts eryz and ozi, aka the goddeses of life and death--

Adler was baffled at the normalcy jeri used when talking about her family,he looked at ozi,her black Long hair fell down to the floor, a scar along her left eye and she was wearing a long blue. sundress,eryz had short brown hair, using the same glasses as chronos was, she had vitiligo and was wearing a white shirtdress with a green fitted blazer--and this is my Dad,Raymond.

To say adler was scared shitless was an understatement,his father in law was wearing a black leather jacket,black jeans and boots,a white t-shirt and aviator sunglasses, he was also way taller than him,with his black hair pushed back and two scars on each side of his face,one under his right eye and one right on the left side of his jaw in the middle between his mouth and the spot where both jaw and neck meet.

Chronos laughed and softly elbowed Ray-- Raymond youre scaring the poor human

--He better treat my daughter alright..

Jeri smiled and kissed russel--Dont worry dad he does

They all sat to eat breakfast, adler seemed intimidated by the dietys around him,but slowly let his guard down, they were a pleaseant bunch in their own way, more human than hed like to think.

Sadly after breakfast they all had to leave.

After saying their goodbyes russel and jerico end up cuddling on the bed.

--Your family is nice--russel said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

--nexts to meet yours

He chuckled--Maybe

They kiss, and he hugs her waist enveloping her in a tight bear hug.

--I love you jer

--I love you too russ

#self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o community #f/o fic #adler tag pending #longpost #long post #💛🌻annoying madonna fan🌻💛

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Based on a Gif!

Marvel

Peter Parker (Spider-Man) x villain & angel! female reader (requested by @saturngirlz)

Warning: death (i know AGAIN!), violence

“Mommy, mommy look up there!” Your tiny young self pointed up into the light blue sky. There was a slight breeze followed by a machine whirring by. “Its Iron Man!” Your e/c eyes widened at the sight. Giggling at your hero you started to jump up and down, getting excited seeing him.

“Yes it is honey,” your mother placed her loving hands on your head. Smoothing down as she chuckled at your adorableness. “You know though, one day you could be up there.”

You raised your brow, “what do you mean mama?” You lifted yourself up to sit next to her.

“What I mean is with your gift, you could change the world y/n. You could be a hero.”

You let your wings out freely. They were small, the feathers were soft like silk. They were also white, blindingly white. They stretched farther than your tiny arms. “Like this.” You flew up and started to, clumsily, fly around the room.

“Be careful there,” spoke your father as he entered into the room. Holding the newspaper. You giggled, “always papa.”

The two most important people were ripped away from you. Those little moments of peace and quiet disappeared like smoke. Growing up with wings was hard. You tried going to public school like normal children but you were made fun of so instead you did homeschooling.

You were the quiet type, the one who kept to herself. You didn’t mind that you didn’t have friends, all that mattered to you was revenge.

High school was difficult. Having lost your parents recently and then now having to go to school, it made you more anti-social. More reserved, pulling away from the world. Your young cheerful self was replaced with a new personality of a damaged girl. Your heart was broken, your bright happy wings now with black depressed wings laid upon your back.

The day your parents died you made out a bit of who it was. It was Spider-Man!

You vowed to yourself that you would catch that monster and kill him yourself, you will do everything in your power.

You finally met Spider-Man. His suit was bright red, “hmmph, just like his blood.” You smirked evilly.

You flew up to block Peter from fighting with his enemy Vulture.

“I’m sorry who are you?”

“Its understandable you don’t know me or more like don’t remember me. But that’s besides the point, those who don’t know me call me Angel, but those who do call me Dark Angel.” With that you grabbed onto Peter tightly and flew him up into the clouds. His breathing was harsh and you could tell he was starting to become more weak.

“Please I swear I don’t...I don’t know anything about you,” Peter said as he got the strength to kick you in the face. You were knocked out for a second so your body fell at a fast rate.

Peter quickly used his webs to catch you, “don’t worry I got you.” He brought you to him. Hugging you close so you were protected. “Wow,” he mouthed as he got a close look at you. The way your skin shined from the sun. Your wings looking almost transparent from the light.

Almost close the ground your eye lids fluttered open. With an angry scowl you pushed Peter away from you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Um saving your butt!” Peter shouted as his hands went around your waist. Your breath hitched at the contact. Your arms subconsciously landed around his shoulders. “I-um, well.”

You heard his chuckle, the white of his eyes on his suit turned smaller as he growled at you. “I know I’m a little irresistible, but lets talk on the ground. You know away from death.”

Peter carefully, worrying about you first, landed you on the ground. “I like your wings.” He pointed to them as they opened and closed.

You gave him a glare, “thanks, I guess.”

“Okay now lets talk. What did I do? I’ve done a lot, if I cut you in Delmar’s Deli I’m sorry my Aunt tells me I’m little crazy when I’m hungry-”

“What? No!” You shook your head. “You, Spider-Man killed my parents!”

“Whoa, you must have mistaken me for someone else...entirely. I would never kill anybody. I don’t even know you.”

“Prove it,” you came closer to him. Your fist raising threateningly to his face. Peter walked back with hands up, surrendering. “Hey wait there Angel!”

“Its Dark Angel!”

Peter gave a flirtatious laugh that was a mix of his nerdiness, “not to me.”

You almost punched him when he spoke up again, “look I don’t know who you are, I’ve never seen you in my life- Wait...what is your name again?”

“Dark Angel?”

“No your real name.”

“Y/n L/n.”

Peter looked shocked and with a gasp he said, “Y/n I think I know who killed your parents.”

Just then he remembered seeing your parents running away, trying to save themselves. They shouted your name, stating that they couldn’t leave you alone.

“The man who killed your parents is-”

“Me,” an evil chuckle was hear behind you.

You saw Vulture. “Yeah thats right. I killed your parents. See when you don’t pay for what you bought, you well you get what I’m saying. You suffer the consequences.”

You were in an anger state, tears falling down your cheeks. “How could you? You ripped everything away from me!” You flew to him just as he flew up. He clawed at your skin and wings but you flew faster to punch him in the chest.

“No y/n! He’s not worth it!” Peter said as he caught on you with his webs trying to bring you down. You break his webs with your strength and grab Vulture. You flung him forcefully to the ground and grab a sharp piece of debris. Vulture laying on the ground, dazed. Finally the man that took everything from you was about pay, he was about to feel the way you felt when he killed your parents.

You held the debris a few inches away from his face. “Since you did the worst to me, you took everything away from me...you suffer the consequences.”

You were about to stab him when Peter intervened. “No stop! This isn’t right, I know what he did was the worst! He deserves to die, but you can’t do that to him. Even if you were to kill him it won’t bring you any closure it won’t bring your parents back.”

You struggled to fight against your conscious, against Peter. With a strained voice from crying you look up at Peter, “but he’s right here, finally.” You thought about your mother, her sweet face and your father. This wasn’t right, they taught you to be better than this. To be kind, to help others.

You fell and cried into your arms, letting Vulture get away. Peter did need to take Vulture down but right now you were his priority. He needed to worry about you. Peter picked you up and gave you a hug, comforting you softly. “I know I know. When my Uncle got killed I felt the same way. I felt like I caused his death, like nothing in the world would ever make me happy again.”

You sniffled, “really?”

Peter nodded, “yeah and then my parents died. All I have now is my Aunt May. She’s man...she’s the greatest. She’s like my mom, so kind and so loving. Look y/n even though we may think we lost all hope in life and in ourselves we have to keep fighting because there is always that one thing in life that makes you live again.”

Peter wiped your tears away and you nodded, “I think I found that one thing.” You smile. Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you. “C’mon let me show you around Queens. Lets hang out together and just have fun.”

You giggled, “sure thing Spider-Man.”

(authors note: i know death again but at least its not on the reader. this is my first time writing for peter and im actually quite happy with this i know its a lil long and not rlly a drabble but i couldnt help myself. avengers: endgame is in a few days so pls request as much as u can and as soon as u can. u can request more than once.)

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janglebangle614 · 5 years

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Blue Spider (My OC)

Part 1

This is stupid,” I said for the fifteenth time as I pulled my poncho over my head and all four arms. Coats didn’t fit properly. “I don’t even like science. Why can’t mom call me in sick?”

“Oh c’mon A, Aunt May isn’t gonna do that.” Peter said, “Besides, why wouldn’t you like science? And a genetics lab? These guys are making leaps and bounds in the field of mutant gene trends! How are you not the least bit interested in it?”

I rolled my eyes at my cousin and raised my secondary arms. “I’m sure the only reason they’re studying mutants like you’re truly is to find out how to get rid of us. Either that, or military purposes. If I’m not back home by five thirty call the cops.”

Peter laughed, but I knew he understood where I was coming from as much as he could. He nodded. “Gotcha bro.”

“Good.” I look at my watch. “Time to go. See you tonight. One way or another.”

I’m out the door before he can respond, and Mom barely manages to pass me a bagel before I’m gone.

If I’d have known what was gonna happen on that field trip, I would have just stayed home.

Truthfully I was only going to the fancypants lab because of Austin. He liked fashion design, but his parents wanted him to be a doctor or something that paid a lot, and they’d fought a couple teachers to let him go on this field trip with my class. I wouldn’t have even given mom the permission slip if not for that, and Austin hating being places where he didn’t know anybody.

He was waiting outside the school when I got there, wringing his hands together and sweating, standing a ways away from the rest of the class while everyone waited for the bus. He waved me over immediately.

“Arden!”

“Austin!” I T-posed with my lower arms holding up the main ones. He did the same - glaring, because he knew I had the advantage, as always - and we stood there like that for a while.

“What’s up?”

“Stress.”

“Same. Ready for the experience of a lifetime?”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Wanna ditch?”

“Dad would kill me.”

“Petey would probably strangle me too,” I admitted. I put my arms down. “He asked me to take pictures.”

Austin raised an eyebrow. “Is that even allowed?

“Dunno, but maybe if I try they’ll kick me out and I can avoid the whole thing.”

“Don’t you dare leave me alone in there, weird-juice. The teacher might leave me! I’ve been forgotten at a field trip before, it’s not happening again. You’re the only one in this class who knows I exist.”

“Are you even in this class?”

He shook his head. “No, and thank god. I’m not sure how I avoided getting a science class this year but Mom’s still pissed that the school won’t trade my art class for genetics. Only reason I’m here is because they wanted to sedate her for a little bit, and considering it’s not even past fall break, I don’t think it’s gonna last long.”

“Well at least you got put in this class. I think all the science teachers are doing this field trip - you coulda ended up going by yourself.”

The teacher finally joined us outside the building, bundled up in thick pants, a scarf, a heavy coat and the fluffiest hat I’d ever seen. It was only thirty-nine degrees, but I forgave her, considering the lady was from Arizona. The hell state. Still, she looked out of place among the kids in hoodies and beanies and windbreakers.

“Is she saying something,” Amir asked. There was a mumbling sound coming from the scarf.

“I… think so?” We moved closer in an effort to hear the teacher. I felt a few side-eyes, and I ignored them. The eyes eventually moved away from me, and I felt tension drop from my shoulders.

“Visiting OsCorp Genetic Research Facility… special permission for the school… best behavior… buddy… I’ll need to… signed by parents or guardians.”

Austin sighed. “Basic stuff.” You have your sheet?”

“Obviously.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded up form. Peter had triple checked this morning that I had it. He’d acted like he was the one going on the field trip instead of me. With his geeky brain, he probably wished that was the case.

Everyone piled into the bus. Someone made a short bus joke. Like, one person laughed, and everyone handed the teacher their papers.

I saved a seat for Austin, who’d ended up being last, and he lingered with the teacher for a moment, telling her something before joining me.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“Nuthin.” He pulled out his phone and opened his drawing app.

“Quiet time. Gotcha.” I opened Minecraft and work on my diamond castle. Extra? Yes, But it’s the only place I’ll ever be rich enough to pull that shit.

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spindlesandrosethorns · 5 years

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Rolling Hills and Big Reveals @@ War and Peace

In which Aurora goes home for answers to questions her dreams have brought to light, and Reza and Sabiha tag along for the ride. [Takes place in mid-March (i know)]

TW: death mention, blood mention, panic attacks

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AURORA

Aurora was in a weird mood the whole train ride to her hometown. She knew she was acting weird; hyperfocused on her knitting or the passing hills and only barely responding to Reza’s rare question, but she couldn’t help herself. Every time her mind wandered, her mind went back to the last time she had gone home, or to Carabosse’s threatening words in the dream. No, better to keep her mind on more pleasant things so she could stick to her resolve than letting her fear and anxiety get the best of her.

She refused to run from this. She couldn’t depend on the reassurances of her family anymore, she had to guarantee her own safety now and had to find her own path.

The only thing that could pull her attention completely away was Sabiha, and when the little girl was awake and full of questions, Aurora was answering them with a fond smile. But Sabiha’s attention wandered, and Aurora was left on her own.

The whole mental exercise at least gave her an edge to her expression that meant that no one wanted to hold her up, and the small trio had an easy time getting off the train and into the station. Aurora hitched her day bag across her chest, bending down to make sure Sabiha’s arms were properly in her backpack straps before taking her hand. “I scheduled a cab to pick us up,” she told Reza, “so if you want to get some food to eat on the way, this is the time.”

Aurora wasn’t sure if they’d be staying for dinner, after all.

REZA

When Aurora had angrily slammed shut a spellbook, pushed her chair from the table, and hopped to her feet a few days ago, Reza hadn’t been sure what to expect. He didn’t think he’d done anything to piss her off lately… but had run over the previous few days in his head anyway.

She’d opened her mouth and Reza prepared for a tongue-lashing, but when the gist of what she shouted basically ended up being ‘Fuck this shit, you’re coming to Scotland with me to be my cheerleader while I confront my parents’ he was equal parts surprised and relieved. Relieved she didn’t want to yell at him, because being yelled to by her was scary enough. Surprised, because he sort of had assumed they’d made up.

After all, other than Christmas, she hadn’t really mentioned the fight with her parents and aunts.

Then again he hadn’t asked. For one, it wasn’t his business; and even if it was, asking would have been rubbing salt in the wound. He did give her opportunities to talk about it. Asked her how she was doing, asked her if she wanted to do Not Easter But Easter dinner at his house this year.

(Sabiha was fascinated with the concept of Easter egg hunts. He told Rory he figured he wasn’t ‘too bad a Muslim’ if he hid plastic eggs full of candies for Sabiha to find.)

He didn’t ask her directly, but she had chances to bring it up.

Her outburst made it clear that they hadn’t patched things up, which, he felt bad about. Of course he’d come with her, he said. Let me come, too! Sabiha had shouted from the loft upstairs.

And that’s how the three of them ended up on a train to Scotland to confront Aurora’s anti-sorcerer family.

… Great.

“I packed food for Sabiha, and I’m not hungry. We can grab something for you if you want.”

AURORA

If Aurora ate, she was going to puke from nerves, honestly. So instead, she gave Reza a smile and shook her head. “I’m good, but thank you.” The train station was as familiar to Aurora as the halls of her home, and as they walked, Aurora pointed out different venues or landmarks she knew and thought Sabiha or Reza might find interesting.

“How do you know so much about this place, Amma Rora?” Sabiha asked in French, their joined hands swinging slightly between them.

“Back when I still went to boarding school, this was the station I left from to get to school and back,” she explained with a small smile. “My house is pretty far in the country, so this was as close as I could get. Thankfully, it’s only a twenty minute drive from here to my parents.”

They stepped out of the doors into the brisk Scottish air, Aurora immediately taking a deep breath and feeling more settled than before. Even knowing her parents were at the end of this trip, even not knowing what kind of response she would get or what answers she would find, there was something about coming home that just made her feel a little bit better. It didn’t hurt that Sabiha was looking around, fascinated by their new surroundings, and that Aurora could feel Reza behind her.

The driver of a black sedan stood up straighter as the trio headed down the stairs, knocking back the brim of his hat so he could smile up at them with a gap-toothed grin. “Miss Briar, welcome back ta Perceforest,” he greeted, and Aurora smiled brightly at the familiar driver.

“Ay, thanks Bill,” she said, finally letting go of Sabiha to give the driver a hug. “Thanks for comin’ on such short notice.”

“For you, lass? Anything,” he reassured her with a laugh. Once the two broke away from each other, he gave Reza a nod and Sabiha a small bow. “And who is this wee bonnie lassie you’re travelin’ with today?”

Aurora moved to stand behind Sabiha, resting her hands on the young girl’s shoulders comfortingly. “This is my friend from Swynlake, Reza Kasraoui-Müller, and his daughter Sabiha,” she introduced; careful to get the pronunciation of their names right even though her accent had naturally thickened in response to Bill’s. “Sabiha, this is my old friend Bill,” she explained to the young girl in French. “I’ve known him since I was smaller than you.”

REZA

Sabiha was getting much better at English! She was! But Mr. Bill talked very, very funny, so she was glad her Amma ‘Rora helped her out a little by speaking French to her. Well, then! If he was a friend of ‘Rora’s, she liked him!

“Hi,” Sabiha said quietly, waving to him, before tugging on Aurora’s sleeve and whispering in French. “Tell him I’m from Tunisia and am very shy in English, but I promise I don’t not like him.”

Reza’s resting bitch face broke into a smile at Sabiha taking care to make sure Rory’s friend knew she wasn’t rude just because she might not talk to him. He wondered if anybody at school ever implied that. He hoped not. He’d ask her later, have a little chat before bed sometime.

“Aslema, pleasure to meet you.” He said, shaking Bill’s hand. “Ya Sabiha, do you want me to put your stuffy in your backpack now?”

“I’ll hold ‘im.” Sabiha replied in mumbled English, clutching her bear close to her chest.

AURORA

Aurora’s smile went all soft and fond as she leaned down to hear Sabiha’s whisper, giving her a nod and quick kiss on the head. “Of course, little bear,” she promised. Bill took it all in stride, more than used to Aurora and her mother breaking into random Portuguese at random points in the conversation, and shook Reza’s hand back firmly.

“Pleasure to have you both with us,” he said with a grin before offering to take their bags and put them in the trunk. Aurora helped Sabiha climb into the taxi, making sure she was safely buckled in the middle before sliding inside after her. Once everyone was inside the taxi and they were pulling away from the curb, Aurora made sure to pass Sabiha’s message along and Bill laughed and gave Sabiha a grin through the rearview mirror. “Don’t you worry, lassie,” he reassured, “Ol’ Bill here is used to doing all the talking!”

“Ain’t that the truest thing I ever heard,” Aurora teased.

During the ride, Aurora and Bill slipped into an easy back and forth, talking rapidly as they caught the other up on what had happened in their lives. Bill told them about his dog going into remission and his third granddaughter being born, Aurora told him about her yarn shop and Reza’s successful campaign for Town Board. Occasionally, Aurora would look over at Sabiha or Reza, silently checking up on them to make sure they weren’t feeling too awkward or ignored.

REZA

Reza didn’t mind sitting there silently as Rory caught up with her friend. He was perfectly happy braiding and unbraiding Sabiha’s hair to keep his hands busy, and whispering to her in Arabic, reminding her of her manners.

Sabiha nodded along - she was an obedient child for the most part - but at a certain point on the drive, she clearly was tired of sitting still. She looked between Rory and Reza, and in French so as not to upset Mr. Bill, asked the obligatory question.

“Are we there yet?”

“Sabiha,” Reza cautioned behind a huff of laughter.

AURORA

Aurora giggled at Sabiha’s question, grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Not too much further, Sabiha,” she promised. They were only about five minutes out, actually, and wow didn’t that just bring back all of the fear and anxiety she’d been fighting against since before they had gotten on the train. She didn’t drop Sabiha’s hand, instead just holding on gently as she looked out the window and tried not to hyperventilate. Bill, even mundane as he was, easily sensed the shift in her demeanor and stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, only asking Reza an occasional question.

Soon, they turned onto a familiar, twisting road, and Aurora’s hand gripped Sabiha’s a little tighter as they drove deeper into the woods. Through the window, Aurora thought she could spot several floating lights, but they quickly vanished, and she wondered if they had been fairies. Off to tell either the Queen or her aunties that little Rose had come back.

She reminded herself that she was too old to lean out the window and yell at them to not tell anyone she was coming at all.

They broke through the trees and a large, stone manor stood before them. It had been in her father’s family since one of her ancestors had been titled by some long-dead monarch and given the property and surrounding fields for his own. Though the fields and farms had long turned into the bustling town of Perceforest and her family only owned some of the older, historic buildings, their house was still as grand and well-kept as the day it had been built; just updated to keep with the times. The creamy stone shone in the sunlight, all of the windows sparkling as they swung open in the spring breeze, and Aurora wanted to tell Bill to just turn right back around and drive them back to the train station.

“Here we are,” Bill said cheerfully as he pulled around the circular drive and stopped in front of the main doors. “All to shore that’s going to shore!”

Aurora hesitated, hand on the door handle as she tried to convince herself she wasn’t scared. She was brave, and confident, and came for answers. And she was going to open that door, march up those steps, and demand she got them!

… After she stopped shaking like a leaf.

REZA

As Reza stood in Rory’s driveway, all he could think was ‘Holy privilege, Batman!’ Really, he’d never even seen a house this big in person, let along been in one before. He felt almost like it was a fuck you to British colonialism by being a North African Muslim standing on the property.

Rory was shaking, and even Reza wasn’t too emotionally inept to know she was terrified.

“Hey,” Reza said, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing. “You’ll be okay.” He took his hand away in favor of holding Sabiha’s hand, and smiled at her. “I’ll be on my best behavior, don’t worry.”

And standing behind her for moral support. But mostly on his best behavior, which he’d said to make her laugh.

AURORA

She had eventually gotten out of the car, an excited Sabiha nearly falling out of her lap, and was staring up at her family home when Reza’s hand came up to her shoulder. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, his comment about being on his best behavior made her smile and chuckle. It was just a little huff of a laugh, but it helped unwind some of the tension lodged in her throat, and Aurora could feel some of the stress bleed from her shoulders. The reminder that she wasn’t alone helped more than anything, and Aurora gave him a soft, grateful smile.

(She wondered for a moment what he would do if she rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek to thank him, then immediately took that silly urge and buried it deep in her mind where it could never see the light of day again.)

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said instead, playfully shaking her finger at him as she stepped around him to say goodbye to Bill and pay him their fare (plus a generous tip). The cab pulled away and this time when Aurora looked up at her house, it was with the same determined expression she had worn on the train. She took a deep breath before approaching the front doors, easily going up the steps and raising the large knocker that was hung just above her head and letting it drop three times.

“Coming!” came a thickly-accented voice through the open windows, and Aurora’s determined expression faltered and turned into something smaller and vulnerable.

The door opened only a few moments later, a plump woman with dark skin and a colorful hair wrap greeting them with a smile. The smile fell the moment she laid eyes on Aurora, the woman gasping and bringing a hand to her mouth. “Rose?” she breathed, and Aurora smiled at her shyly.

“Hi Mum.”

Leah let go of the door to step out and draw Aurora in, immediately pulling her daughter into an all-encompassing hug. “Oh, Rose,” she said, voice thick with emotion as she clung to her daughter and Aurora clung back just as tight. “I’m so glad you’re alright. We were all so worried!”

“I’m sorry, Mum,” Aurora said softly, her face tucked against her mother’s shoulder as she melted into her embrace.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Leah said, pulling back to cup Aurora’s face in her hands and gently wipe the tears that had started rolling down her daughter’s face. “You did nothing wrong. Except not call your mother when you got home safe.”

Aurora’s laugh came out as a wet hiccup, and the two women hugged each other even tighter than before; muttering to each other in Portuguese as Leah gently rubbed Aurora’s back.

REZA

Ah, you know what? This made Rory’s thing for hugs make sense. Her mother being all one hug, two hugs, eighty-nine hugs, it seemed fitting. What surprised him about her though was how African she was.

No, not black - he knew Aurora was biracial - but like, genuinely African. She spoke English with a thick sub-Saharan African accent, and he’d venture to say hers was thicker than his North African accent. Like she purposely learned to speak English clearly but just as intentionally kept her natural cadence and pronunciation.

Despite her living in Scotland for at least almost thirty years, Rory’s mother looked and sounded so African. It was cool, and against Reza’s better judgement, he really wanted to ask The Question.

An African who spoke Portuguese? She was statistically from one of six countries, but Reza could only remember three. Angola, Cape Verde, and Mozambique. There were more, he knew...fuck, but he couldn’t remember.

Was it...Guinea? Equatorial Guinea? Guinea-Bissau?

AURORA

Aurora was completely oblivious to Reza and Sabiha as she just soaked in all of the love pouring off of her mother in waves. Ever since becoming a sorceress and being able to feel and see reagents, her mother had reminded her of the beaches of Mozambique, and basking in her love felt like standing with her feet buried in the sand and her face turned towards the sun as the water lapped at her legs.

God, she had needed this.

Finally, the two had had enough, and pulled away from each other with matching wet giggles. Aurora smiled warmly as Leah kissed her cheek, her mother pulling back to wipe her own tears as she finally took notice of the other two people on her stoop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice you had brought friends with you,” she said, smiling at Reza and Sabiha. She looked over the two quickly before looking back at Aurora.

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked in Portuguese, smiling when Aurora’s cheeks immediately turned dark red.

“Mum!” she yelped, all too aware that Reza could see how flustered and embarrassed she was, and that he wouldn’t even need to be a sorcerer to do it. “No! Oh my god, no he’s not.”

“That’s a shame, he’s handsome.”

“Oh my god stop, please.”

Leah laughed, patting Aurora’s cheek as her daughter attempted to shove her face into her hands before turning to face Reza and Sabiha again. “I’m Leah, it’s nice to meet you both,” she said kindly, holding out her hand to Reza.

REZA

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leah.” He said, giving her hand a firm handshake. “I’m Reza, and this is my daughter Sabiha.”

“You’re from where we’re from!” Sabiha said in cheery Arabic, forgetting to use her English in her excitement, and pointing to her headwrap. “Kind of.”

“Ya Sabiha, don’t point at the nice lady. That’s very rude.”

Tunisian women didn’t really dress like Leah, but, Sabiha had met plenty of sub-Saharan Africans in Tunisia for business or pleasure, so knew how people around the continent of Africa dressed. For a small child recently taken so far from home, it was exciting seeing somebody that looked like people she often ran into back home.

“She’s not trying to be rude, Leah. Sabiha’s actually very excited, because she knows you’re from Africa like she is. If I can ask; are you Angolan, Cape Verdean, or Mozambican? The Portuguese narrows it down.” Reza asked, before gesturing to himself and Sabiha. “We’re Tunisian.”

AURORA

Aurora wasn't worried about her mother being offended by Sabiha pointing; not only was she obviously Not White, but her mother had been in Scotland too long to be bothered by something as small as that. Instead she was worried that her mother would recognize Reza's name from Christmas and the whole conversation would crash out now.

If Leah did recognize the name as that of Rose's Controversial Sorcery Master, she didn't show it. She smiled at the two. “Oh, it's no problem at all,” she told Reza, “and well spotted. I'm from Mozambique.” She took Sabiha's hand in her own, giving it a soft pat. “It's nice to meet you, Sabiha,” she said in rusty Arabic.

“Please, come inside,” she said to all three, taking Aurora's hand in her own and pulling her daughter in close to her side. “Your father will want to know you're here, as well as Jo and the others,” Leah said, and Aurora's stomach dropped for half a moment.

“That's good, because that's why I'm here,” she said softly. “I have… there's something we need to talk about, Mum. Some questions I have for you all.”

Leah glanced back at Reza and Sabiha out of the corner of her eye. “Should we wait for after dinner to have that conversation?” she asked in Portuguese. Aurora shook her head.

“It's why they came with me,” she explained. “Reza's a sorcerer, mum. My teacher. And we have some questions about Carabosse.”

Leah came to a halt, looking at Aurora with that familiar, haunted expression she wore any time the curse came up. She looked at Reza again with new eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead she gave him a small, sad smile and turned back to her daughter. “Of course, Rose,” she murmured. “Whatever you need to know.”

As they walked along, Leah stopped by a gentleman dusting a painting and quietly instructed him to go find her husband. “We can go to the sun room,” she offered. “Your father can meet us there and then we can call for your godmothers.”

REZA

Sabiha gasped and bounced on the balls of her feet, chattering away in fast-paced Tunisian dialect. “You speak Arabic? Oh, good! Nobody in Swynlake does, at least none of my baba’s friends. Amma ‘Rora knows French, and I know French too, because we speak two language in Tunisia. Arabic is my favorite language though because it’s the prettiest and the most fun to write.”

“Sabiha, breathe,” Reza reminded her, patting her head. He didn’t apologize for her because he didn’t want Sabiha to ever feel bad about feeling excited, only smiled apologetically at Leah.

He didn’t say anything else, though he sensed the tension as Rory spoke to her mother in Portuguese.

AURORA

Leah gave Sabiha a gentle smile, and the similarities between mother and daughter became incredibly clear. “My Arabic is rather rusty, I’m afraid,” she admitted as she led them into an open room made mostly of glass. There were several comfortable couches arranged around a long coffee table, facing towards the glass wall and the view of the gardens beyond. You could see the forest at the edge of the grounds, and to the right, a path that led out to the cliffs and the sea.

“Sabiha’s French is wonderful,” Aurora told her mother in French so the little girl could be included, “and her English is improving every day. Soon she’s going to teach me Tunisian, and I will try very hard not to butcher it with my accent,” she joked. They were all about to sit when they heard running footsteps approaching the room, and Aurora looked to the doors in confusion. Only to yelp when they were flung back open and a tall, thin man with greying hair and a brilliant smile burst through, making a beeline for Aurora.

“Rose!” Stefan said gladly, and Aurora laughed as she ran to meet him halfway and was immediately swung into the air. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back to visit!”

“Surprise?” she said, still giggling in her father’s embrace. He pressed a loud kiss to her forehead, cuddling her close as Aurora beamed.

“I missed you so much,” he said. “I’m so sorry, lass.” Stefan pulled back just enough to meet his daughter’s eye. “Forgive your stupid old man?”

“We’ll see,” Aurora said with a soft smile in return, leaning up to kiss her father’s cheek and laughing when he dramatically swooned on the spot.

Leah was watching the two with a fond smile, one hand pressed to her heart as Stefan made a show of turning Aurora under his arm so he could get a good look at her. “Dear, control yourself,” she said with a chuckle. “She didn’t come alone.”

Stefan finally noticed the other two people in the room and gave them a bright smile as well. “Hello! Friends of Rose’s, I assume?”

“This is Reza and Sabiha,” Aurora introduced, gesturing at the two. “Sabiha just moved to Swynlake from Tunisia and Reza is my sorcery teacher.” She watched her father’s reaction, meeting his eyes when his head snapped back towards her and giving him a pleading look. Stefan hesitated for a moment before giving her a soft smile in return, letting go of her to instead approach Reza and hold out his hand.

“Well it’s lovely to meet ya’ both,” he said, shaking Reza’s hand and bowing dramatically to Sabiha.

REZA

Again, the words ‘holy privilege, Batman!’ echoed in Reza’s skull, bouncing around like a DVD screensaver.

His cynicism wore off at the absolutely dweeb Stefan Briar was with his daughter, only to be replaced with confusion. If they loved Aurora so much, why were they so mean to her at Christmas? Why had it been months since they spoke in any meaningful capacity?

So much seemed off about this entire thing.

And even through Stefan’s awful thick Scottish accent, Reza could sense the uncertainty about Reza’s presence even before he physically felt it when they shook hands. “Likewise.” Was all he said, his grip on Sabiha’s hand getting just a tiny bit tighter.

Sabiha, at least, was very entertained by Stefan’s dramatic bow, giggling at the funny older man. “I’m Sabiha.” She said, curtseying just as play dramatic.

AURORA

Stefan beamed at Sabiha’s little curtsy. “Why, if I had known we had a wee princess in our midst, I would have worn my nice shirt,” he said, making a show of straightening out his polo shirt. “Rose, you’ve passed on your crown already?”

“Daaa,” Aurora groaned with a laugh, coming over and gently pushing his chest until the chuckling man was upright. “Behave.”

“I am behaving! It’s not my fault kids love me!”

“It’s because you are a child,” Leah cut in with a grin, causing Aurora to snort with laughter and Stefan to gasp at the betrayal. “Come now, sit,” she said to the group. “I’ll get us all some snacks in a moment, but first, how was your trip here?”

“Fairly smooth,” Aurora said, sitting next to Sabiha as her parents sat together on the couch closest to her. They immediately held hands, gravitating to each other in the seamless way that Aurora had always loved. There was no question her parents were still as helplessly in love with each other as they had been the day they had met, and Aurora wondered not for the first time if she would be so lucky one day. “Bill met us at the station.”

“Aye, good man, Bill,” Stefan said with a grin.

Leah was the one who asked “How have you been? Since… since Christmas?” The mood in the room took a notably somber turn, Stefan’s bright smile dimming just a bit and Aurora’s fingers tangling in her lap. “We hadn’t heard from you,” Leah continued. “We were worried.”

“I’m sorry,” Aurora said softly. “I… I should have let you know I was safe. I was just…” She took a deep breath. “I had to take some time to think about what had been said,” she told them. The two adults at least had the sense to look guilty. Aurora opened her mouth before shaking her head, all too aware of Sabiha and Reza next to her. “But that’s in the past,” she said. “I’m not here to talk about that. I- something happened, last month.”

Stefan and Leah both looked at her in concern. “What happened?” Stefan asked, reaching out to lay a hand on Aurora’s knee. Aurora immediately gripped it back. “Rose?”

“Sabiha, sweetie, can you go get one of your stuffies for me out of your bag?” Aurora said instead, looking at Sabiha with a small smile. “I’m going to need some help.” And I don’t want you hearing what I’m about to say next.

Sabiha already had nightmares, she didn’t need a peek into Aurora’s.

REZA

At Aurora’s request, Sabiha crinkled her nose all confused and looked up at her father. She might get lost in this big house! And, she wanted to listen to what the grown-ups were saying.

Reza ran his fingers through Sabiha’s hair and whispered gently in their native language, “Go on, listen to Amma ‘Rora.” and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The little girl opened her mouth to protest, but upon receiving The Look she obeyed and slid off the couch.

He watched Sabiha wander off, and once she disappeared from sight, turned to Aurora and nodded that it was safe to continue.

AURORA

The Briar’s watched the interaction carefully and their eyes were back on Aurora as soon as Sabiha was gone. It wasn’t far to the front door and all the hallways led back to the sunroom anyways, so Aurora wasn’t worried. It would be just enough time to tell her parents about her dream.

If her father hadn’t narrowed his eyes and looked between Reza and Aurora speculatively. “Is there something you two want to tell us?” he asked, trailing off while Aurora went simultaneously red and deathly pale at once. Leah immediately turned a dangerous frown on her husband.

“Stefan.”

“What!? You weren’t thinking it too?” he defended, and Aurora squeaked.

“Da, no,” she said, pointedly not looking at Reza and pointedly not thinking about the knots forming in her stomach and throat. “I’m not here because of… anything like that.” She looked down at the floor. “I’m here because I saw Carabosse,” she said quietly, not needing to see her parents’ faces to know how quickly their confusion had turned to horror. “In a dream. She spoke to me, telling me…”

Her hands were shaking in her lap, eyes squeezed shut as she relived that awful moment. The freezing water up to her ankles, rushing in faster than she thought possible. Carabosse stalking towards her, her perfectly coiled black hair coming undone and messy. The headache blooming behind Aurora’s temples as each word from her mistress threatened to bring her to her knees.

“You’re running out of places to hide, little Rose,” she said, lilac eyes wild with fury. “I will find you, and when I do, I’ll take back what is mine.” Aurora stumbled back, clutching her head as she keened in pain. “You’re mine, Aurora Briar,” Carabosse hissed. “Every breath you take is mine, every heartbeat is forfeit to me. I won’t be denied any longer, and your pitiful Mundus family with their little fairies can’t keep me from collecting their debt.”

Carabosse lunged at Aurora, her form rippling into something straight out of a nightmare as her long, thin fingers reached for her eyes. Aurora screamed, grabbing her wrists and holding her back even as her back slammed into the metal walls of the ship. “I will take what I am owed! What is MINE!” Carabosse screamed, eyes black and veins protruding under her paper-thin skin. Aurora looked at her mistress in horror, wrestling her back as the woman continued to reach for Aurora’s eyes. There was something burning inside of her, wild and untamed and furious as it writhed in her chest. Her hands burned where they met Carabosse’s skin

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Aurora screamed, kicking out at Carabosse and sending the sorceress back. She turned and ran, splashing through the water as fast as she could as she heard Carabosse’s scream following her. She ran to the end of the hall, turning and slamming the door shut behind her as she grabbed a chair that was nearby. She nearly got it under the handles to block it up when something heavy crashed into it and opened the door enough for a single, gnarled hand to shoot through and grab Aurora by her throat. She gasped as the hand didn’t squeeze, but instead there was the familiar feeling of magic draining from her body. A single black eye peered at her through the crack in the door, and the wild thing in her chest thrashed back and howled. No, she wouldn’t die like this.

Aurora reached back through the door and grabbed Carabosse’s neck in return, and tried something she had never done before. Tried to take the energy Carabosse had drained from her back.

Her skin was hot, and Aurora could feel the heat travelling through her veins and up her arm, foreign and familiar and too much and not enough all at once. Carabosse’s wide grin had turned into a snarl, and Aurora whimpered as she felt her knees begin to weaken. No, no no no no no no no-

Aurora glared back at Carabosse and held on tighter, the heat growing until she was filled to the brim with fire. It threatened to tear her to pieces, to scald her from the inside, but when Carabosse fell to her knees first, Aurora just changed her grip and held on to the wrist at her throat. Lilac eyes looked back at her with hatred and fear, and Aurora had never felt stronger.

“Leave. Me. Alone,” she rasped, tearing Carabosse’s hand away from her as the pull on her energy was replaced with something Aurora could not describe.

“I will find you,” Carabosse hissed, beating weakly against the door. “Your life belongs to me.”

“You don’t get to have any say over my life ever again,” Aurora snarled, throwing Carabosse’s hand away from her and slamming the doors shut. She propped up the chair under the handles and ran away even as the slamming began. It didn’t take long for it to get weaker and weaker, until it finally stopped.

In the next window Aurora passed, she saw her eyes were now a bright, vibrant lilac.

Aurora hadn’t realized she had been retelling the nightmare out loud until she looked up and saw how pale both of her parents had gone, Leah’s hand over her mouth in shock. She quickly looked away again. “Swynlake dreams that take you to another place and time are normal, but that wasn’t,” she explained. “It was like Carabosse knew it was really me, like she could remember the real world inside of the dream. Like she was there.”

Aurora reached up to take hold of the amethyst necklace around her throat. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she admitted. “I don’t even know what she meant.” She looked up at her parents. “Why did she say I was a debt that she was owed?”

Leah looked haunted, and Stefan suddenly looked twice his age.

REZA

Reza had heard most of the story, but Aurora had glazed over some details or completely omitted others. Ever the expert as suppressing his emotions and reactions, Reza shoved up any questions he had for Rory in a tiny box and crushed it.

He had to talk quickly, before Sabiha came back.

“I don’t think the two of you understand, or can comprehend, how powerful that magic has to be to follow Rory into an alternate universe and communicate with her there. That is powerful, seriously dark magic. Magic that powerful is inherently dangerous to whoever is toying with it.” Reza said, only now realizing that so far, his point wasn’t even being made, he hadn’t even been saying what he wanted to say.

“Shit. Okay, so.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “My life story isn’t relevant here, so I’m not going to get into it. Nothing about me is relevant except my magic. I am a cursebreaker. That’s my whole-” and he made a series of gestures with his hand “-thing. My specialty is getting in the face of dark magic, coaxing its secrets out of it, and figuring out how to solve the problem.”

He cleared his throat and looked from Stefan, to Leah, to Rory, and smiled apologetically at Rory.

“The first day I began teaching Rory, with I first held her hand to get a feel for her magic and what I was working with, I was equal parts perpexled and terrified. It was like...like when you soak lemon slices in water. The water tastes like lemon but isn’t lemonade. It was magic that felt like Rory because it’d been in her so long, but wasn’t Rory. It was like it had become part of her, but it didn’t come from her. And it didn’t, did it, Stefan?”

Reza addressed her father directly, figuring he would be easier crack. Leah clearly was the stronger personality of the two. And maybe his status as a father himself might soften Stefan to him.

“I understand wanting to protect your daughter. Believe me I do. I was clinically dead for two minutes and twenty seconds to save my daughter’s life. So I get it, I get it. But keeping something that is literally all about something so vital to her entire being is not the way to do it. I know you’ve not been forthcoming about the truth, and so does she. I-” Reza paused. He turned to face his apprentice with a sheepish smile “Sorry, Rory that’s the only time I will speak for you, forgive me.”

And he immediately turned back to Stefan, stone-faced, and ready to get down to business. “Your daughter’s story about her curse, the one she relayed to me, it doesn’t make sense.”

“What-” he cut himself off, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “What actually happened? What is the real truth? Tell her - tell us - so she can know and I can help her. Why does Carabosse think she’s owed Rory? Who is she in the first place? If she’s so powerful she’s able to harness the magic she does, why can’t she simply show up here and hurt her like she obviously wants to?”

“Lying up to this point has been foolish, irresponsible, and dangerous. Continuing to withhold the truth would be, frankly, willfully putting your daughter in danger.”

AURORA

Aurora watched her parents silently as Reza spoke, only looking away from them a few times to meet Reza’s eye or to lay her hand on his forearm and give it a warning squeeze. Yes, she wanted the truth, yes, she wanted the lies to end, but they were her parents.

Even if their reactions hadn’t been incredibly reassuring.

They had both looked equal parts angered and ashamed, although Leah had been the one to look up, almost hopefully, when Reza had told them he was a cursebreaker. That hope hadn’t lasted long.

Stefan was turning red, which Aurora knew from watching long conference calls and meetings between her father and his business partners, meant that he was about to blow up. “Da, please,” she said softly, reaching out for his hand. “I need to know. I’m twenty-seven, I think I can handle it now.”

Stefan looked at her, sad and confused and defeated, but it was Leah who spoke up. “Your father had nothing to do with it,” she said quietly, back straight as she met Aurora’s eyes. “If you want the truth, it will be from me.”

“Leah,” Stefan said quietly, before she held up her hand.

“Go find her godmothers,” she told her husband softly. “They need to be here for this.”

Stefan hesitated, looking back and forth between Leah and Aurora, before nodding. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, kissing Leah’s temple before standing; giving Reza one last warning look before his eyes drifted to Aurora.

She didn’t notice. She was staring at her mother.

“What do you mean?” Aurora asked quietly as her father left the room. Leah took a deep breath, eyes closed.

“Aurora, I… The best thing I have ever done is raise you,” she said, looking at her daughter with warm golden eyes. “Being your mother is my greatest joy, and I have loved you with my whole heart since the moment I knew you were growing inside of me. But I did wrong by you, even before you were born,” she admitted.

Aurora’s hand stayed on Reza’s arm, trembling, as she looked at her mother with wide eyes.

“Your father and I were married for ten years before we had you,” Leah began. “And we had always wanted a big family. It was why we moved out here to Stefan’s ancestral home; plenty of room for plenty of kids. But no matter what we tried, we couldn’t conceive. We must have seen dozens of doctors, and they all told us the same thing. We would never have children.” Leah sighed. “It broke our hearts. I must have cried for weeks. Stefan started looking into adoption, but I couldn’t let it go. I wanted to know my own child, to see the beautiful baby Stefan and I would make. I thought I would die without knowing them.”

Leah pressed her clasped hands to her lips, eyes closed as she tried to steady herself. “That’s when I met her. A sorceress, looking out on the water from the cliffs, on the edges of our property. She asked me what ailed me, and I told her. I told her that I was barren, that it had always been my dream to have a large family, and she told me she could make it happen. She told me there would be a price, but I was so desperate that I was willing to give anything-” her words caught in her throat.

“She asked me for a sample of my blood, told me to go home, see my husband, and two months later the doctors confirmed I was pregnant. Stefan thought it was a miracle. I knew better.”

Leah smiled wetly. “The day you were born was the best day of my life. Oh, you were so beautiful. Our little Aurora, the light of our lives. For years life seemed to be perfect, watching you grow up. We were never able to conceive again, but we had you, and that was more than enough. When you were twelve, I found the sorceress again. I told her I had come to thank her, and repay my debt, but she told me it wasn’t time. She told me ‘Return to this place when your blossoming Rose turns sixteen, and invite me to your home to join the celebration. I shall stay for three nights, and when I leave in the morning, the debt will be repaid.’ And so I did.”

She shook her head. “I never thought- The debt was mine to repay, not yours. Never yours.”

Aurora didn’t know what she was feeling. The grip on Reza’s arm was the only thing keeping her on the ground. Carabosse had helped her mother get pregnant? Even before she was born, there had been an axe over her head.

“What…” Aurora started, her voice weak. “What happened next?”

Before Leah could answer, the door swung back open, and three older women rushed into the room. “Rory!” they all cried out, and Aurora spun to look at them with wide eyes. They all stopped dead when they saw the tears in her eyes, how wrung out Leah looked, and the stranger sitting next to Aurora.

“Should… we come back?” Jo asked, looking between the three as Verna and Lila tried to process the situation.

REZA

Reza pat Rory’s hand as a gesture of comfort as she rested it on his arm. He swallowed, as the story Leah told...well, it did tug on his heart. He hadn’t ever desired to be a father. It wasn’t until he agreed to get Rafika pregnant that he’d ever imagined passing on his genes. And it wasn’t until she was a few months pregnant that he realized he felt wrong about creating and child and not raising it.

He never purposely sought out being a father, but once he knew a child with his DNA was going to exist, he ached to be part of that child’s life. Reza wanted his baby so badly it hurt him to know that the arrangement was supposed to be zero involvement.

Rafika eventually saw things his way, and he never once regretted changing his mind about their original arrangement.

It would have killed him to not be able to hold Sabiha - and for the years they were separated, it tore him apart inside. So to an extent, he could empathize with Leah. About not knowing you’d get to have a baby. And then having a beautiful, perfect little girl that you loved more than anything. And her being all you could ask for and all you need.

He got it. He did.

As quickly as it came though, the empathy was gone. It was interrupted by three old white women bursting into the room. And three old white women never meant Happy Fun Times for Reza.

AURORA

The shock that had stopped her three aunties didn’t last long, and Lila was the first one to come around the couch and take Aurora’s hand. “Hiya, Rory,” she said with a small smile, perching herself on the edge of the couch with an ease that did not suit her size. Jo had gone to sit by Leah, wrapping an arm around the other woman and murmuring to her softly.

Verna was still standing in the doorway, arms folded as she stared at Reza with narrowed eyes.

“I believe this is a private conversation,” she said cooly. “Could you please give us a moment?”

“He stays,” Aurora said just as cooly, meeting her Auntie’s eyes. The floating feeling had vanished in a heartbeat, and Aurora was only too aware of herself. “I asked him to be here.” Verna looked at Aurora like she had just started speaking German.

“Aurora, this really isn’t the place-”

“He knows more about dark magic than any of us,” Aurora shot back. “I trust him. He stays.”

“That must make you the sorcery master,” Lila said casually, leaning around Aurora to wave at Reza like the temperature in the sunroom hadn’t dropped several degrees. “Nice to meet you. Stefan and your daughter are making sandwiches for everyone.”

“Verna, please, not here,” Jo said gently, holding Leah’s hand. “Stefan said-”

“I know what Stefan said and this is what I’m saying,” Verna snapped at her sister. “I don’t want a sorcerer in this house!”

“Too bad,” Aurora sniped, standing from her seat and whirling on Verna with a glare, stalking towards the woman. “It’s my curse, my life on the line, and if I say he can stay in this house, then his name can go up on the damn door.”

“That’s my girl,” Lila said proudly, shrugging in reply when Verna glared at her. The tallest fairy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Aurora, this is-”

“What, childish of me?” Aurora asked. Reza was the only one who could see the agitation and hurt curling and twisting around her like snakes. “Am I being too naive? Too trusting? Too unwilling to accept the truth?” Each word dripped from her tongue like acid, and every other woman in the room flinched from her words. “Reza’s the only one in this room who has been telling me the truth about what’s happening to me since day one. So either sit down and tell me what’s going on, or leave. Reza stays.”

Verna had about half a foot on the much smaller Aurora, but in that moment Verna cowered back from her. Her expression morphed between confusion, anger, and betrayal, and Aurora watched the emotions cycle around and around. “Work your shit out on your own time,” she told her auntie. “We’re all adults here.”

Aurora spun back around, only catching Leah and Jo’s wide eyes and Lila’s wide grin before sitting gracefully back down next to Reza. “I’m sorry for the interruption,” she told her mother before pointedly taking Reza’s hand. She’d apologize to him later for dragging him into her family’s drama. Maybe give him a week off from Aurora’s Bullshit.

“Please, continue.”

REZA

Reza sat there unfazed by anything the bitchy fairy - Verna - shouted about him. If ‘ew, gross, sorcerer’ was the worst she had to say about him? Ha! He could handle it. He’d been called all sorts of things from a monster, to a cockroach, to a pox on Tunisian society. He’d been arrested, interrogated, tortured, beaten, shot at, almost killed in a bombing, and had an assassination attempt on him for existing while being a sorcerer.

He thinks he can handle a fairy with a sharp tongue.

“No need to defend me, Rory, but thank you. I assure you I’m far beyond the point where words about how disgusting sorcerers are can hurt me.” Subtly, he pulled up the sleeve on the arm Aurora wasn’t touching, to flash her some of the battle scars of living in North Africa as a magick.

AURORA

Aurora gave Reza a small, tired smile as she reached out and laid a hand over his scars gently, but Lila - grinning widely behind her - mouthed “That wasn’t about you, dear”. Verna had taken a seat in the last chair in the room, trying not to look like she was sulking and pointedly avoiding looking at the two sorcerers sitting together.

“As I was saying,” Leah said, looking between the two parties warily. “The day of your sixteenth birthday, I went to go get Carabosse and bring her back to the house. We put her up in our nicest guest room, treated her like family… I’m sure you remember that.”

Aurora nodded. She had been curious about the stranger her mother had brought home with the old-fashioned style and the odd smile, but at that time the Briar’s often entertained business guests and other families from around the area. Aurora had been more excited about her birthday than anything, she hadn’t had the desire to pry about Madame Carabosse.

Maybe she should have.

“None of us know exactly what happened that first night,” Jo cut in, still gently patting Leah’s hand. “Just that when we woke up the next day, you seemed to be coming down with some sort of illness. You were lethargic and unfocused, and we were all rather worried.”

“That was the first night I had the dream in the museum,” Aurora said quietly, holding Reza’s hand just a little tighter; her other hand bunched into the fabric of her cardigan. Lila gently pet some of Aurora’s curls back.

“You know what happened next,” Verna said. Her tone had gone much softer. “The three of us decided to get you a charm to help you get some proper sleep, and went up to your room to give it to you a little after everyone had retired for the night. We found the door locked, so we flew to the window and scared her away.”

REZA

“Right, the hallway dream. With the portraits. The really fucked one— uh, sorry, shouldn’t swear.” He covered his mouth with his hand.

He shook his head as Verna paused. No, no, this wasn’t becoming any clearer. Not one bit. This still wasn’t answering a lot of technical questions he needed to help her.

But this wasn’t about him. It was for Rory. And it was his job to figure out the hard part anyway.

“That still doesn’t explain...so much.” Reza said quietly, biting his lip and just. Thinking. Thinking hard.

AURORA

Reza was right, it wasn't explaining much. After the bombshells her mother had dropped, Verna's explanation had just left her more confused.

“But what was she doing?” she asked. “What did she want from me? What does she still want from me? And why did she wait until then?”

“We don’t really know-” Verna started, before Lila threw a pillow at her.

“Oh be quiet, you're not helping,” she said flatly as Verna squawked. Lila turned back to Aurora. “When we came to the window, Carabosse was sitting on your bed, singing to you. I'm not an expert on dark magic so I'm not sure exactly what she was doing, but it tied the both of you together.”

Aurora reached up for her necklace, holding onto it shakily as she remembered her dream. Carabosse standing over her as she lay trapped in a body that wouldn't move, humming as she drew the magic out of Aurora's body and into her own. Playing with the amulet around her neck, runes shining all wet and red. Aurora hadn't thought it had made any sense, but the knowledge that Carabosse had given her mother a spell to help her conceive… that they were tied together before she was even born… that Carabosse had asked for her blood...

Vibrant, terrifying lilac eyes staring at her from a pale face framed in black hair. Aurora's mother had golden brown eyes, and her father's were blue.

Aurora reached up, fingers brushing along her cheek under her own eyes. All of the women in those paintings in the museum in her nightmares, their eyes were purple too. And then, when they died, they were gone.

Aurora, running through the ship after Carabosse died, with vibrant, terrible lilac eyes.

A small sob rose up her throat and Aurora covered her mouth, trembling. “She… She came back for her magic,” she whispered. Aurora looked up at Reza with wide, horrified eyes. “That's why my magic doesn't feel like my own, it's hers. And it's in- it's inside of me.”

Aurora finally let go of his hand, covering her face as the horror washed over her in waves.

REZA

Reza’s blood ran cold as Aurora came to the frightening conclusion on her own. He didn’t have time to process his ah-ha moment of I knew something was off about this magic! as even he wasn’t so callous. Being right, and letting it known he’d been right, didn’t beat out looking after Rory.

It was his job as her friend and Master sorcerer to consider her well-being. And prodding her like a frog dissection wasn’t it, chief.

“Rory, breathe,” Reza said gently, patting her back between her shoulder blades. He looked to the white lady who seemed least likely to kill him (Lila). “Could you grab her a glass of water, please?”

He could feel and see the panic, horror, and disgust (the kind that only could be directed at oneself) rising in her. The first two, he got. The disgust, he didn’t like one bit. And he wasn’t sure he had the right words. Or actions. He knew he didn’t, in fact. He only knew he could try his best.

“Hey. Habibti, listen.” Reza said, moving off the couch to crouch in front of her on the ground, wincing as it sent pain to his bad leg, mostly from the knee up. He rested a hand on if of her knees, and chased her eyes even as they moved to avoid his gaze.

“Try to breathe. She would be thrilled to freak you out, win by collecting yourself. I know this is scary, and I’m not telling you not to be scared.” He said, clipped Tunisian accent filling the room even as he spoke low and measured. It was silent otherwise. “I have worked against some serious dark magic, Rory. Okay? I’ve got you. That’s how people like us survive in my country, we’ve got each other.”

“So be scared, and shocked, but don’t let her win for even a little while. Breathe. We’ll figure this out.”

Still on the ground, he looked over his shoulder at Leah, Jo, and Verna. “Is there anything else you can tell me — us — er, Rory. It’s important you share everything with m— her. So I can help her.”

If Aurora was right about her being inside of her… holy hell, this was some of the darkest magic he’d ever heard of, let alone tried to interact with. He needed to know every precious iota of information.

AURORA

The rest of her family had jumped to their feet when Aurora had started to shake, but they all kept their distance; not wanting to crowd her. Instead they watched Reza kneel in front of her, speaking to her in a low, calm voice.

Aurora didn't see them move, didn't notice them at all. All she could think about was the magic in her body, pressing against her skin with an uncontrollable desire to escape. All this time, it had just been looking for a way out. Her aunties were right. Aurora wasn't a sorceress.

She was a bomb.

Her eyes were dry even as she began to shake and hyperventilate, staring into space and resisting the urge to pull her own eyes right out of her head. They were her's, so much of her was just what Carabosse had left behind! If she pulled the curse out of her, what would even be left?

Reza finally caught her eyes and held them; wide and frantic as she pressed her hands against her mouth so hard she could feel her teeth through her lips. His voice slowly worked past the blood pounding in her ears, and Aurora reached out for him; her hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt near his shoulders.

“Try to breathe,” he said, and she gasped in response. “I've got you,” he reassured, and Aurora pressed her face against his shoulder as she trembled. His shirt stayed dry; he was right, Carabosse did not get her tears.

She stayed that way, silent and shaking behind her hair, as her family watched in various states of discomfort and sorrow. “We haven't seen her since we scared her off,” Jo said, looking like being away from Aurora was physically painful. “Lila enchanted the grounds so she couldn't cross onto them, and Verna and I made Aurora's amethyst charm to keep Carabosse from being able to find Aurora again. Since then, nothing.”

“If we knew more, do you think Aurora would still be suffering like this?” Verna asked. “We've got no leads that we haven't already chased down.”

REZA

Reza… Did Not Do This Shit.

He wasn’t equipped to handle Aurora’s breakdowns, or anybody’s, really. But he knew how to talk someone out of self-destructing after trauma, and the tactic he was employing here was similar. ‘Don’t let them see you upset even with your friend’s blood on your cheek’ became ‘don’t let the bitch who cursed you win’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes, actually, she probably still would.” Reza said calmly to Verna. “You can’t just get somebody uncursed because you know the whole damn Wikipedia page by heart. Which is why it’s so important you’ve told me everything you all know.”

“Cursebreakers aren’t a half pence a dozen like some other areas of sorcery.”

AURORA

The conversation went in circles for several minutes after that, just rehashing the same information over and over, and Aurora honestly wasn't paying attention to most of it. She was busy trying not to fling herself against Reza’s chest where she could curl up and just hide from the rest of the world. It was obvious that her family didn't know much more about Carabosse or how she worked than Aurora did, and the realization that they were flying nearly blind dragged down at her morale.

She wanted to fucking sleep for a week.

Soon enough, Sabiha and Stephan came back with sandwiches and lemonade; the young girl taking one look at Aurora before curling up against her side as they ate. Her parents invited them all to stay for the night, and Jo and Lila talked enough that there weren't too many awkward lulls in the conversation. Even Verna started to loosen up a bit when she learned that Sabiha was half-fairy.

Once her food was eaten and she was sure Reza and Sabiha wouldn't be too uncomfortable, Aurora went to take a long nap, crying into her pillow for an embarrassingly long time. She did not sleep peacefully, and only looked more tired when she came back downstairs. She found Reza on the back porch, watching Sabiha and Lila splashing together in the stream behind the house as only two Water Talent fairies could. Aurora silently joined him, leaning against the railing as she fiddled with a long curl of hair.

“Thank you,” she said finally, her voice small. “For coming out here with me.”

REZA

Reza anxiously waited for Rory to wake up from her nap. He liked Jo and Lila enough to let Lila take Sabiha to play in the stream with her water talent magic, and Rory’s parents were nice, but he didn’t like being here.

Their home only reminded him of privilege, of the wealthy white European tourists whose asses he had to kiss while a server and bartender at resorts to afford to put Sabiha through good schools and English language tutoring. He knew it was irrational, to be so uncomfortable here. They’d been nothing but kind to him and his daughter. Still, he didn’t like being here without Rory as a buffer.

He didn’t talk much to anybody - except Jo and Lila - while Rory was sleeping. And when he recognized her soft footsteps approaching him, he almost sighed in relief.

“Hey. I was happy to do it.” Reza assured her, placing a hand on hers and giving a reassuring squeeze before taking his hand away to gesture to the stream. “Sabiha’s made a friend.”

AURORA

Aurora’s heart tripped a couple beats when he squeezed her hand, and she shot him a brief, grateful look as she squeezed it back before letting go. She followed his gesture and smiled softly as Sabiha laughed with water dancing around her. “I'm glad,” she said, watching the two playing together and remembering summers of doing the same thing; young and eager and completely mundane as she chased fish along the stream and splashed anyone who got close to her.

Part of her wanted to run out and join them. Part of her didn't want to ruin the moment.

Aurora hung on to herself as she leaned against the railing, trying not to shiver in the warm spring air. “Do…” she started, pressing her lips together when the words got caught in her throat. “I don't know what happens next,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped to the ground, and she tried not to think about how pathetic she must look.

REZA

As infallible as he liked Rory to think he was, Reza was no miracle worker and certainly no god. Much to his own chagrin he had to admit that he, too, was at a loss. He didn’t want to give Aurora false hope, but didn’t want her to think he would give up on her just because it was hard. And if she thought so? She didn’t know him, not really.

“Neither do I, to tell you the truth.” He said calmly, turning to his apprentice with an expression that was kinder than neutral while not quite a smile. “But I’ve worked with less before.”

“And, Aurora?”

A beat.

“The self-loathing is coming off you in droves, ya habibti. I’m glad Sabiha isn’t old enough to properly see and identify reagents yet.”

AURORA

It wasn’t that Aurora thought Reza was infallible, per say, it was just that he knew this part of their world so much more than her. He was a sorcerer born and raised. Aurora wasn’t even sure what she was anymore.

The fact that he wasn’t lying or sugarcoating anything for her was greatly appreciated, and she gave him a small, wry smile. His second comment, however, had her blinking at him in confusion before her cheeks colored in embarrassment. It was one thing to feel that horrible hatred and disappointment in her chest, it was another to know someone else was witness. Aurora was good at hiding that part of her; the ugly voice in her mind that screamed and howled day and night and made sure she stayed in her place.

Aurora looked away from Reza quickly, hiding under her hair and trying to make that voice as small as possible so maybe he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she said, unable to keep the edge of sarcasm from her voice. The smaller she tried to make it, the louder her thoughts got, and Aurora pressed her lips together firmly.

“Don’t worry, this is one problem you don’t have to help with,” she said tiredly. Reza had already shouldered enough of her baggage for one day. Her eyes slipped to Sabiha, laughing as she kicked water up at Lila and Jo, and her heart twisted even further in her chest.

No, she couldn’t ask Reza to help with this. This predated him by years; this was Aurora’s burden alone.

REZA

“There’s no need for it. You are so many wonderful things.” Reza said quietly, before turning away and walking a few feet across the porch to get a closer look at Sabiha playing.

Reza’s heart was so full of love for his little girl. Their four years of separation only made him appreciate having her more.

“It would be rude to decline your mother’s offer to stay for dinner.” Reza said slowly, changing the subject. “But I think Sabiha and I will just stay in a hotel in town tonight.”

He hoped she’d let him without protest. Admitting he was uncomfortable and why wouldn’t...go over great. Probably.

And he could see the bedtime conversation with Sabiha from a mile away. Being with fairies— a water fairy — again? She’d surely ask about Rafika. Ask her why she didn’t come here with her, and not for the first time. He didn’t want prying ears for that conversation between them.

She was eight. Soon to be nine. It would take several more rehashings of that conversation to actually understand.

“Verna hasn’t said anything nasty since she found out she’s half-fairy. She doesn’t trust me I don’t think; rightfully so, I’m a stranger to her. But I’m glad she’s partial to my baby. Some fairies from Rafika’s hollow were prejudiced against half fairies.”

AURORA

“You are so many wonderful things.”

It was a very good thing Reza had turned away from her, because her reaction to that quiet, simple statement was, frankly, embarrassing. She stared after him, mouth hanging slightly open as his words echoed again and again in her head. Her heart lept in her chest, a warmth spreading to her toes and fingers that smothered the fear and uncertainty that had been rising in her since her realization earlier. At her temples, flowers burst into bloom; a crown of affection and warmth and a feeling she wouldn’t name woven through her curls for only her and Reza to see.

That simple statement made her glow, as did the soft, shy smile that curled her lips in reply.

It felt like the world should have stopped, should have let her process the feelings a few words from her Master had stirred in her, but life continued at the same pace as before and Aurora was left to blink at him as he continued to speak. “Oh,” she said, voice soft. “Yeah, of course. If you think it would be best.” Normally Aurora might have protested a little more, would have insisted he was welcome to stay, that it would be an honor to have him and Sabiha as their guests, but she didn’t need to be able to see reagents to know her family’s home made him uncomfortable.

Did that make her sad? Yes. She wanted him and his daughter to find as much comfort in her home as she found in his, but she could acknowledge that it was… a lot.

Aurora drew closer as the conversation shifted to her aunt, arms still wrapped around herself as she came to stand by Reza’s side. Not too close, not in his space, but enough so they didn’t have to raise their voices and risk being overheard. “My aunt is being difficult in the extreme, but she wouldn’t say no to a fairy without a Hollow,” she admitted, still annoyed with Verna. “And it’s not like the others care. Hell, they let me hang around and I don’t have any fairy blood at all.”

She glanced up at Reza before looking back at Sabiha. “... It’s not the same as a Hollow in Tunisia, but if she ever needs it, they’ll open their arms to her,” she offered quietly. “My aunts will vouch for her and so will I. Just… if she needs it.” Aurora couldn’t drag Sabiha’s mother back to her sense by the ear, but she could try and make sure that no part of Sabiha’s heritage was denied to her. Even if all she had to offer was a watered-down version. “No pressure. None of us will be upset if you don’t take that up. I know it’s not the same.”

REZA

Aurora’s kind offer warmed Reza’s heart - while at the same time, it stung. It reminded him of how Rafika had left Sabiha, how Reza couldn’t give her a connection to that part of herself. It was by sheer luck his first apprentice since Tunisia was a woman partially raised by fairies.

Without Aurora, what would he do about that? No, really. He hadn’t exactly befriended any of the fairies around Swynlake. Aurora’s aunties were the first fairies Sabiha’s met since leaving home. It must have been so nice to meet them. He felt bad for being so adamant he and Sabiha stay in a hotel, but...it was for the best.

Reza and Sabiha needed to talk, anyway. He wanted to check in with her about how she was feeling about her mother, after meeting new fairies.

His anger at Rafika came back to him like an overdue boomerang, and he hated it. He was here for Rory, not to feel red hot rage at his baby mama. The sorcerer took a deep, measured breath, and turned to Rory with a thin smile.

(If he showed how happy he was on his face, he’d...honestly, probably cry. But she could tell. She was a sorceress, after all.)

“That’s the kindest thing anybody has ever offered me, Aurora.” Reza said. “Really. A chance to provide my daughter with a link to her heritage that I can’t myself? I’d owe you - and your aunties - forever.”

“I can teach her how to be Tunisian, Muslim, a good person, and a sorcerer. But I can’t teach her how to use her water talent fairy magic.”

AURORA

There was a flash of anger in Reza that scared Aurora, made her think she had overstepped her boundaries. But it was overshadowed by his happiness and Aurora could feel her own building up in her chest in reply. She smiled up at him, cheeks flushed.

“You wouldn’t owe us anything, it’s the least we can do,” she promised him. Aurora looked out to where Sabiha stood in the stream, giggling in delight. “She deserves everything,” Aurora said softly, clasping her hands together so she didn’t give in to the urge to reach out to him. She wanted to hold his hand, to rest her head against his shoulder as they watched his daughter play and laugh. It was nice to know that even as Aurora’s world got turned inside out, there was still plenty of joy to be found in the world.

“She’s a lucky girl, Hollow or not,” Aurora told him. “You’re a wonderful father. She’s going to be just fine.”

REZA

Reza’s eyes were glued to Sabiha. Y’allah, he loved her so much, she was the best thing that could ever have happened to him. Aurora was right. Sabiha deserved the world, but Reza couldn’t do that for her. He had his limits - financially, and, in his knowledge of what it was to be a fairy.

“Wonderful? I wouldn’t go that far. Sabiha at least shouldn’t grow up traumatized because of my parenting, so I’m okay with ‘decent.’ She deserves much more than what I’ve been able to do for her.” He smiled sadly as he watched Sabiha give a big yawn in the stream.

“Aw,” Reza pressed a hand to his chest and laughed. “She’s getting sleepy.”

They should go soon, leave Rory and her parents to talk. (Get him out of his far too large house, that just reminded him of some of the people he had to work for in Tunisia to help support his sisters after his mother left, or support Sabiha.)

“I just want her to stay small and cute forever.”

AURORA

Aurora saw Sabiha yawn too and giggled, covering her grin. Carabosse and her curse felt so far away in that moment, and Aurora understood all too well how Reza felt. She wanted to stay in that quiet, peaceful moment forever.

But time wouldn’t stop for them; Sabiha would grow up, Carabosse would come back for her debt. But there would be another spot of light, another moment like this. Aurora just had to make it from one to the next.

“Take a picture then,” Aurora teased, bumping her hip against Reza’s before leaning down to take off her shoes. She easily made her way down onto the lawn, approaching the fairies with a bright smile as she stepped into the stream with them. They welcomed her gladly, Sabiha throwing herself against Aurora’s legs as the older woman laughed. It wasn’t long before they were splashing each other, Aurora not caring if she got wet or not as she helped to tire the little girl out.

Letting herself exist in younger Aurora’s skin for a few stolen moments before the world came back for her and she had to face it all with her blinders gone.

#c: reza kasraoui muller #t: rolling hills and big reveals #;;war and peace #//everyone pretend this isn't several months late #tw: death mention #tw: blood mention #tw: panic attack #//the death and blood mentions are in passing but Aurora does recount an awful nightmare and has a panic attack

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