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mysunshinetemptress · 4 hours

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Happily Ever after??

Leah Williamson x Jordan Nobbs x ChildWilliamson!Reader Warnings:Childhood Heartbreak

You don't know what to do, you don't know how to feel all you know is that your world has just ended, your older sister Leah and her long-term girlfriend Jordan have called time on their relationship and the mist of breaking each other's hearts with this conclusion they have also broken yours, your small ten-year-old heart.

The older girl's relationship has been going on the majority of your life, you don't remember a time without Jordan, Jordan your all-time best friend, Jordan who let you stay up just a bit later than Leah, who gave you chocolate on the weekdays, who picked you up from school, attended all of plays, all of your matches, who stood outside and helped you practice power shots in the pouring rain, who helped teach you how to ride a bike and made sure to be there for every birthday and Christmas was now gone.

Sure you could see her at Arsenal matches and talk afterwards but it wasn't the same.

Your older brother Jacob tells you it's been coming for a long time, that everyone knew it was going to happen, that they wouldn't last forever but you, you feel blindsided, they were the epitome of what love was, what love is supposed to be, how were you meant to fall in love and get married and live happily ever after if Leah and Jordan couldn't.

Leah had found herself seeking you out wanting to comfort you as well as comfort herself through the breakup, Leah knew how much you loved Jordan, how much she meant to you, and so she knew you wouldn't be dealing with the properly at all, how could you, you're ten.

What she wasn't expecting was for you to shut her out completely, for you to not want to talk to her, for you to want nothing to do with her.

"She doesn't understand Le." Leah sighed wrapping her hands around the warm mug "I know Mum but, what can I do." Amanda shrugged "She's heartbroken, she needs time to fix that, plus she feels torn." Leah looked at her mum confused "Torn." Amanda nodded "You're her big sister, she loves you, and adores you, but she also loves and adores Jordan and she feels like if she talks to or about Jordan she is being mean and upsetting you, and if she talks to or about you to Jordan she is being mean and upsetting Jordan."Leah felt her heart break at the thought of you feeling guilty for wanting to talk to Jordan, she had told Jordan amidst their break up that she wanted the pair of you to be just as close as you were.

Now Leah was seeing that it was easier said than done.

The days blurred together in a haze of sniffles and silent dinners. You retreated further into yourself, a fortress built from unspoken grief and a fractured picture of happily ever after. Leah tried everything – movie nights ended in tearful meltdowns at the slightest hint of romance, attempts at baking cookies were met with a slammed door to your room, even the promise of a brand new Arsenal jersey couldn't coax a smile.

Jacob, ever the pragmatist, tried a different approach. He'd barge into your room, not to pry, but to simply be a presence. He'd sprawl on the floor, launch into a ridiculous commentary of an imaginary football match, or share the latest embarrassing anecdote about a classmate. Sometimes, a flicker of a smile would peek through the cracks of your grief, a tiny spark of normalcy in the storm.

Today however was hard, your first match without Jordan, you played terribly unable to focus on the game at hand, your thoughts spiralling due to the older girl's absence.

You huddled under the covers, the sounds of the house muted by the thick cotton. Tears welled up again, blurring the image of the dusty Arsenal posters plastered on your wall. Leah had been right, seeing Jordan at Meadow Park wasn't the same. Sure, you'd chat, Jordan ruffling your hair with a strained smile, but the easy banter, the sleepovers with whispered secrets under fairy lights, those were gone.

Jacob's words echoed – "they wouldn't last forever." But forever was what you craved. Leah and Jordan were supposed to be the blueprint, the happily ever after you'd build your own love story on. Now, the blueprint was crumpled, tossed aside. Did that mean your own dreams were just as fragile?

Anger flickered, hot and unexpected. Maybe Leah didn't understand. Maybe no one did. They all expected you to "get over it," as if Jordan was just a stray sock, easily replaced. But Jordan wasn't a sock, she was a missing puzzle piece, leaving a gaping hole in your world.

A soft knock at the door startled you. It creaked open a sliver, revealing Leah's worried face. "Hey, can I come in?" she asked tentatively.

You hesitated. Talking meant acknowledging the gaping hole, the shattered dreams. But silence felt like a betrayal of the bond you shared. With a sigh, you mumbled, "Okay."

Leah crawled onto the bed, the familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo bringing a pang of comfort. She didn't try to talk, just sat there, a warm presence in the dim room. After a while, you found yourself reaching for her hand, the silence no longer a burden but a shared understanding.

"I miss her, Le," you whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Leah squeezed your hand. "I know, honey. I miss her too."

It wasn't the answer you wanted, but for the first time, you didn't feel alone in your grief.

Leah had made sure to keep her foot in the small crack of the door you had opened for her.

The weeks that followed were a slow dance of healing. Movie nights remained off-limits for a while, replaced by marathons of silly comedies Leah found on obscure streaming services. Baking sessions became a team effort, filled with flour-dusted giggles and the occasional mess that only siblings could create. The brand new Arsenal jersey remained folded on your chair, a silent promise for when you were ready to wear it with pride again.

Jacob's commentary continued, evolving from imaginary football matches to dramatic retellings of historical events, complete with him dressing up in mismatched clothes to portray the various characters. Sometimes you'd join in, adding your own witty remarks or mimicking the historical figures' accents, a flicker of your old self returning.

You had begun to get used to Jordan not showing up to your matches but today's match had been just as bad as the first one you had played without Jordan on the sidelines.

The final whistle blew, a harsh screech that echoed the hollowness in your chest. You slumped onto the bench, head hung low, the sting of defeat a dull ache compared to the gaping hole in your world. Your teammates, usually boisterous after a win (which this definitely wasn't), offered hesitant pats on the back, their usual celebratory whoops replaced with a quiet concern.

Jacob, ever perceptive, lingered at the edge of the field. He didn't push you to talk, just leaned against the fence, whistling a nonsensical tune you recognized from one of his childhood obsessions. As you started gathering your things, a familiar figure caught your eye across the field. Jordan, looking every bit as lost as you felt, stood awkwardly by the gate, a nervous energy radiating from her.

Suddenly, the anger that had been simmering beneath the surface threatened to boil over. How dare she show up now? Did she think a few stolen glances from across the field could erase the months of silence, the absence that gnawed at your insides? You clenched your fists, ready to storm off, when a warm hand touched your shoulder.

It was Leah. Her eyes, red-rimmed but determined, held a silent plea. "Give her a chance," she mouthed, a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips.

Hesitantly, you turned towards Jordan. The distance between you felt like an uncrossable chasm. But then, a memory surfaced: you, a wobbly mess on two wheels, Jordan running alongside, her laughter echoing in the air as you finally found your balance. A small tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you started walking. Slowly, tentatively, you closed the gap. You weren't sure what to say, how to navigate this new terrain, but you knew one thing – building walls wouldn't bring back the sunshine. As you reached Jordan, a single word tumbled from your lips, a question hanging in the air.

"Hi?"

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken emotions. Jordan scuffed her toe on the ground, mirroring your hesitation. Then, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

"Hey, (your name). I..." she faltered, searching for the right words. "I came to see how you were doing."

You looked up, surprised. You hadn't expected her to reach out, to apologize, to acknowledge the pain she'd caused. A flicker of hope sparked in your chest, but you quickly tamped it down. It was too early to trust again.

"I'm okay," you mumbled, kicking at a stray pebble.

It wasn't entirely true. You were far from okay, but you weren't sure how to explain the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you: anger, sadness, a longing for the way things used to be.

Jordan saw through your facade. She knelt down, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk?" she asked softly.

You hesitated, glancing back at Leah, who stood by the fence, offering a silent nod of encouragement. With a shaky breath, you nodded back at Jordan.

Finding a quiet corner away from the prying eyes of your teammates, you sat down on a grassy knoll. Jordan sat beside you, her gaze fixed on the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

The conversation wasn't easy. Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke of your disappointment, the feeling of being abandoned. Jordan listened patiently, her own voice thick with regret as she explained the complexities of the breakup, the reasons that had nothing to do with you.

Slowly, a bridge began to form between the chasm that had separated you. You learned that Jordan still cared about you deeply, that she missed your laughter, your company, your fierce determination on the football pitch. You realized that breakups weren't always about falling out of love, but sometimes about growing in different directions.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, you found yourself reaching for Jordan's hand. It wasn't the same easy camaraderie you once shared, but there was a tentative warmth, a flicker of hope for a new kind of relationship.

Walking back towards Leah, you felt a lightness in your step, a sense of closure you hadn't expected. The gaping hole in your world wasn't filled entirely, but the sharp edges had softened. You knew Jordan wouldn't be cheering you on from the sidelines every game anymore, but you also knew that the love and support of your sister and the lessons learned from this heartbreak would stay with you forever.

Weeks later you looked like your old self, and you weren't anxious about your future love life (That was years down the line, if Leah had anything to do with it.)

Leah was getting ready to leave for Meadow park when you pocked your head into her room.

"Can I come?" you asked hesitantly.

Leah's smile was brighter than the morning sun. "Of course you can," she said, ruffling your hair.

The game itself was a blur. You barely registered the score, your focus entirely on Jordan and Leah. After the final whistle, you stood awkwardly by your Mum's side, unsure of what to do. Then, you saw them, walking towards you with a hesitant smile. Together like old times.

"Hey, champ," Jordan said, ruffling your hair just like she used to.

You mumbled a greeting, your cheeks burning. For a moment, there was an awkward silence. Then, Jordan surprised you both.

"You know," she said, kneeling down to your eye level, "even though things are different with Leah and me, that doesn't mean we can't still be friends. After all, who else will help you practice those power shots in the pouring rain?"

A hesitant smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Agreeing quietly, you felt the foundations of your world seeming to be formed and your heavy heart didn't feel so heavy anymore

#woso #awfc #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x y/n #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson x you #jordan nobbs #jordan nobbs x reader #jordan nobbs imagine

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luci4theminorannoyance · 3 days

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Please can you do platonic 141 x reader x romantic(??) Ghost where the reader is addicted to painkillers? Like going through a pack per day and practically inhaling them before and after a mission. Its something went under the radar but somehow came to their attention Thank you!! xx

(Its ok if your not comfortable writing this)

a/n: sorry this took forever to post! I’ve been on a break recently to have a social interaction month I guess and things have slipped- also I’m quite alright with writing this! Tell me if I messed anything up of course as always because it’s my first time writing for lots of things

ghost:

-feels utterly horrid for not realizing the details, for gods sake he was dating you! He should have picked up on it, he should have done something, he should have! It makes him sick to his stomach that he wasn’t the first one to notice either

-it was gaz who told him, gaz… it made him feel so guilty that he hadn’t noticed before others did. Apparently gaz had noticed the little signs before him and had caught you after you had downed a pack of the medbays stored pain meds that were supposed to be lock

-was half scared to talk to you about it, but knew he couldn’t make it worse. So when you both luckily got some time off, he sat you down and held you close and just… talked. No special goal; just talking. And then he got you to sign up for some mental and physical help to work on getting off meds that he was so worried about you because of

gaz:

-froze in place when he saw you in the med bay. Sure he had expected something for quite a while, ever since you joined the team in fact he could clock something was off with you but he chalked it up to him being overly worried

-that was quite a bit ago, and you two have been good friends for so long now that he had grown blind to little warning signs

-he was frozen for a long time just looking, taking in the idea of someone he cared so much doing something he didn’t expect. Not that it was your fault, but it was truly unexpected

-he didn’t know what else to do so he dashed knowing you hadn’t saw him and told ghost, but didn’t think to tell price or soap

soap:

-wasn’t told till you were on break to get off painkillers, and utterly livid nobody had told him!! He wanted so so badly to comfort you but knew you probably didn’t need extra events during recovery, so he waited on his nerves end until you came back to base and utterly showered you in gifts as soon as you got back, chocolate, snacks, gifts galor

-he wanted to make up for not knowing, for not being able to help or reach you before hand, and gifts seemed to be the best way. He’s just always so glad your here and that you are getting better, albeit slowly

price:

-ghost had told him the day after your talk, and he was just utterly shocked, even more so then gaz to be honest… and he felt so guilty, why? Because he had brushed off the medbay nurses reports of missing pain meds for months thinking it was nothing big

-he’s your captain! He’s supposed to watch out for you, he’s supposed to be there for his team, that’s his damn job

-laswell had to slap him out of guilt to get him back in shape, and he promptly gave you and ghost the next month off, but made sure ghost would update him

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hectorthedoggo · 2 days

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Mahiru decides it’s her turn to do the parenting of es (inno verdict au)

THIS IS SO BAD OH MY GOd but if you guys wanna read it i suppose food is food. i am going on hiatus after this one (if all goes well) (I do have ~1.8k of next fugue chapter done but... i don't like it...)

start of character study fic that i never finished

When Mahiru was young, she had once found a baby bird in her yard. It had fallen from the nest, and it seemingly had nowhere to go.

It begged, yelled, for anyone to help it. Mahiru had excitedly taken it in, cradling it as gently as possible, finding all sorts of books in the library on how to take care of a baby bird.

As she had grown closer to it, in taking care of it, watching it grow, a new sense of pride came in. And, a new feeling, she would come to know, as posessiveness.

She didn’t hang out with her friends, instead opting to watch it hop around in her little homemade nest.

Eventually, her parents caught on, and explained to her, with slight horror, that she had done something bad.

But, they never explained what about it was bad. They didn’t let her outside often, after that incident.

But, she never learned from the incident.

It always stuck in her head, as she pined through reading romance, of the idea of one true love, one to fawn over until they both died, a love that lasted through trials and tribulations.

As the world threw more and more issues and expectations at her, she decided to latch onto that idea. Just as she had found that bird in her backyard, she believed it was fate.

The next time she had met the bird from her childhood was with Ren. He was crying on the school rooftop, and Mahiru took one look at him.

She knew.

So, she softly introduced herself, asking him what was wrong.

The rest was history.

He was dead. He was dead. He was dead.

The one she thought would stay with her, forever, gone.

And it might’ve been just because of her.

Yapping yapping

Milgram used to be empty. There used to be nothing, a sense of doubt. The INNOCENT verdict changed everything.

She realized how true her love was. How perfect it was.

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Okay guys so you have heard of overly-paternal Shidou. Now get ready for: overly-maternal Mahiru. (maybe in a fic). I just wanna explain my reasoning for believing in this so that it doesn’t seem sudden IF she gets like this.

Mahiru and Shidou are foils for a reason.

She’s in love with ‘love’, which can be interpreted as a lot. It could be interpreted as romantic, yes, but also platonic.

Yes, her guilty verdict didn’t do good, but imagine what an INNOCENT verdict would do. She would assume her idea of love is correct (it isn’t). (even with the guilty verdict, she kept kinda believing in love. *shivers*)

And, drawing from the bf was already suicidal mentality, that’s a sort of “i can fix him” mentality she took there. Like, finding an injured baby bird, and taking care of it to feel better about herself, despite accidentally ruining its future.

It doesn’t matter if it’s romantic in nature or not; she’s in love with the idea of taking care of sometihng.

That mentality would get WORSE. Because, I’m assuming she used love as a coping mechanism; which, would be expemplified in a stressful environment such as milgram.

I think they all need fixing, but guess who is ALONE. Guess who is young, pathetic, and not coping well with an environment they were forced into.

Guess who’s the equivilant of an injured baby bird. That’s right folks: Es Milgram.

I think it would start with minor things, like checking in with them.

And, they would want the comfort, they would crave it, but insist otherwise. She would figure out their craving, and OH GOOD LORD.

Someone’s not getting their complaints listened to (they don’t know better they don’t know true love_

She would fall deeper and deeper into her mentality of ‘they need my help, it’s so domestic’ ‘i’m useful this way’ ‘this is almost like my purpose’

I actually know someone who’s kinda like this (less intense ofc), but with dogs and children and says it’s kinda like this. So. i have some backing for this mentality.

She would enjoy taking care of them, too much. She would sing them to sleep, she would bring their meals, encourage them to rest, basically be an impromptu mother. (fluff except es is slowly watching their sense of agency and therefore get taken away from them)

But, she would also get a little exhausting to be around, to keep up with. They’re constantly getting their sense of authority undermined, but they’ve also become a little addicted to love

And that’s fitting perfectly into the gender roles she loves, too. She’s def vibing.

Eventually, it would get to be too much, and they would start locking their door unless they have a moment of weakness and open the door for her.

Which, would increase her relentless knocking. Mahiru’s known to be relentless in terms of her love (breakup ritual and shi)

I think eventually, they would give up, and simply let her in, asking her to leave them alone.

T2 she would get a guilty verdict because audience can’t deal with her.

And i think that would make her WORSE, like accidentally guilt-tripping them to why she got a guilty verdict;

Es would have an emotional attachment to her (accident), and that would make things worse for them. Bc. guilty verdict

idk tho i’ll probably just gonna write some comfort scenes from this au. It would probably be called ‘nestling’ or smth like that :D es would get comfort but at what cost (sickfic cauesd by trying to stay away from Mahiru)

Adding on about traditional family roles; shidou could potentially also participate in this madness. He could end up being the mediator, like the “i agree but maybe leave this kid alone”

Meanwhile, this whole time, Es is trying to hold onto their sense of identity, they hate being ‘babied’. dumpsterfire

es just wants to be warden please stop adding them to the “new (unhealthy) family 💛🩶🩵” gc

#excuse to write a platonic yandere fic #because i really really wanna do that for like a period of 30 minutes then look back on it like tf why would i write thsi #would i be forgiven if i wrote a fic like that vote now on your phones # but would you guys gen wanna see this

Es weakly coughed, curling up on their bed, trying to ignore everything. Their eyes and nose leaaked, and they were utterly pathetic and fatigued.

There was a knock on their door. “Es? Es, can I come in? Sorry, you’re really worrying me…”

Please. Please, god, just leave me alone.

“Mahiru- please… go away…” Their voice was parched; they hadn’t wanted to go out and get water. Holing myself up seemed like the best solution, but…

“Es? Oh no, sweetie, you really don’t sound good. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Please leave me alone. “Go…”

The rapid knocking resumed. “Es, c’mon. Let me in… I’ll make you your favorite~!”

I’ve never had a favorite. I just needed the food.

Their head shot through with pain, and they let out a little whimper.

She gasped. “Oh no! You’re sick!” No shit, Sherlock. “C’mon, Es, you’re going to have to let me in… sickness can be very bad, if left alone like this! Y’know, just having someone with you can increase healing!”

I bet she read that in a magazine. She is right, though. I do need food, I do need to drink, I definitely need sleep.

I just… can’t. Not with her around. I was just trying to cut her off, to get her away from me. Why isn’t she going? It’s been 2 days, she’s literally slept outside of my room.

“Es?”

This feels like a horror movie. Please.

Another knock.

Something in them broke. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t die here, so I have to be dependent. Honestly, though…

They used the last bits of their strength to open the door, to let her in.

She looked like she had been crying, but immediately scooped their weak self up into her arms. I hate this. Please, let me go.

They didn’t have the voice to say that. It wasn’t as if she’d listen. She ran her hand through their hatless hair. “Wah! Es, I’ll just have to wash this. But I’ll have to feed you, first.”

Get away from me. I could’ve done that myself, it’s just… they shivered. I’m scared of her.

Hey, at least I understand her boyfriend a little more, a beaten up optimism pointed out. My opinion doesn’t matter. With that MV, I’m pretty sure she’s going to get guilty.

It doesn’t matter my opinion on the matter. It would be biased.

She kept cradling them, forgetting about their other basic needs, before they coughed. “Ah right! I’m so scatterbrained. Here, Es. I’ll lay you down, and bring the food to you. I’ll be right back with water, then I’m going to prepare the food!”

They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t know what to think.

She hummed, a stark contrast to the earlier desperation in her voice, as she moved them towards their bed, gently tucking them in.

“Alright, Es. I’ll be right back, don’t you worry!”

As soon as she left, they allowed themself some tears. I really don’t like this. This isn’t who I am. I can’t be doted on like this, I need to be working.

She won’t let me get a word in. I’m not sure what to think around her.

a/n: TOP FIVE ways to let a teen KNOW you LOVE them!!

Check in on them during their every waking hour

This is a sure sign that you love them. Really makes them feel seen!

(if they lock their door (totally by accident)) sleep outside their room for days on end :D

A great way to demonstrate care, and loyalty! Persistence is key!!

Make them lose their sense of identity

Don’t worry, they didn’t need it anyways! They don’t need to be warden!! That’s not important to you, and it shouldn’t continue.

Care for them when they get sick (totally not because they were trying to avoid interactions with you)

Teehee what are you talking about? It must be some outer source of stress!

It’s really fun when they’re dependent!! Cherish that!!

Don’t let them discourage you!

It only matters that you enjoy this love. They might be a little unreceptive, but they’ll warm up to you! It might just take a bit!

^ Make sure to repeat the first 4 steps to assure them you’re not leaving, no matter how hard they try!! They’re just misguided, dw!! :)

#i'm not maintagging this #i should make a tag called: i bang es against a wall repeatedly for fun #but that would just be the #fanfic #tag

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electronicseafish · 2 days

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Jiyan the type of guy who does not know how relationship works Jiyan the type of guy who has never been in a relationships as an adult Jiyan the type of guy who is now so afraid of commiting to a relationship cause what if they die what if he won't get there in time like countless other times when his comrades died because he wasn't there

Aalto the type of guy that would wait an eternity before confessing his feelings because what if what if what if Aalto the type of guy who would rather never speak to Jiyan again than to destroy his reputation as a general what a great recipe for a dissaster Jiyan who doesn't not know what he is supposed to do and Aalto who would rather die than destroy his friendship/partnership with Jiyan with his feeling for him. those two would wait YEARS before confessing and you can't tell me otherwise

(also I think both of them would feel guilty as fuck because they can't spend much time with their significant other)

#wuthering waves #jiyan #aalto x jiyan #aalto wuthering waves #jiyan wuthering waves #aalto #aalyan #wuwa #jilto #fanfiction

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delwrites · 8 hours

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Tomorrow

roommate!james x reader

“Honey? What are you doing?”

James had walked in on you grabbing a glass of water just after two am, sweat lightly touching your forehead.

“I-” you take a pause before letting out a deep sigh, too exhausted to keep up the pretence of any half-hearted lie you couldn’t be bothered to come up with.

“Bad dream.” You mumbled, scowl adorning your soft features. James was more than familiar with the bad dreams that inhabited your head many nights, it didn’t make him any more immune to that pout that would always land on your face every time you had the displeasure of informing him, though. The first few times he’d tried to coax the truth out of you, he had always made you feel so guilty about lying, that when you finally told him the real reason for your being up so late (your most embarrassing secret), it was a great relief off your chest. Somehow, saying the night terrors you experienced out loud made them feel less real, and knowing that your roommate would be just down the hall lest anything more drastic happen was a great burden off your shoulders.

James switched the kettle on, the usual routine slowly falling into place as he opened his arms to you. He could see the fat globs of tears sitting oh so preciously on your waterline; threatening to fall down any time you blinked. It made his heart sink right through his stomach and forced a concerned frown to tense up his face.

“What should we watch tonight?” He asked as he cradled your head to his chest, rocking you both side to side as his other hand squeezed your back, knowing the pressure of his touch would wordlessly reassure you that he was there, metaphorically and physically. If you weren’t living with the man, forced to see his every side tucked away under boisterous mounds of personality, the softness of his voice might startle you. You knew better than to let it get the best of you.

“Um, I’m not sure…” You were so timid, curled up against him and letting him take the brunt of your weight that his normal want to protect you was tripled tenfold. He knew that when you got so shaken up like this, you found it difficult to talk, and even worse making decisions. By now he knew all your comfort shows anyway, knew your favourite hot drink and ideal sweet treat.

“Okay, sweetheart, it’s okay.” As the kettle boiled, he gently guided you over to the sofa whilst he fixed you your favoured drink. Picking the telly remote up on the way over, he put two mugs on the coffee table in front of your feet and put a light-hearted show on to help ease your mind of whatever horror had occurred before he could intervene.

As you sat there, leaning into his side with his arm wrapped around you for good measure, your mind began to drift. Drift away from the bad and focus on James. Since moving in with James, things had gradually transformed into the epitome of a quiet, mundane life. A lot of unspoken moments, learning simultaneously the simplest and deepest parts of each other without even really knowing the most ordinary things. This leads to you asking (rather apprehensively) a question that pulled James out of his little daydream. It was always easy for him to get lost in the contentment he feels tangled up with you, thoughts of married life plaguing his thoughts and tarnishing your innocent friendship.

“What do you do for a job?” You’re embarrassed to ask, but feel even more embarrassed not knowing. It makes you feel so sheepish, how the words come out mumbled against his chest, but if James notices he doesn’t make an effort to bring any attention to it. Instead, he begrudgingly turns his head from the tv screen to look at you, only to find you’re already staring up at his face. The proximity makes a blush bloom over his chest, threatening to rise up his neck as he tries to keep his breathing as steady as it was moments ago. The hand that isn’t wrapped around you goes up to his chin, as he thinks over your question. He supposes that since you had both rushed into living together, desperation getting the better of you both, you had majorly overlooked exchanging pleasantries with one another.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s super weird and if you’ve already told me I feel really bad about forgetting, but I can’t put my finger on it…” The more you talk, the more heat you can feel residing in your cheeks. You can only hope the dim lights can alter your awkward expression adorning your face, seeing as you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“No, it’s definitely my fault for your not knowing. I could’ve sworn I told you… Honestly, I think it’s kinda funny.” An annoyingly amused smile overtakes him, lips quirked up at the corners and his eyes crinkling with a kind of airy delight that always makes your stomach cramp with joy and head blur with a drunken fuzziness that only he could create.

As you continue to give him your most stern awaiting look, he begins to rub his hand that was wrapped around you up and down your middle, eyes scanning over your face again.

“I’m a rugby player. Just working with agents at the academy I’m training with for the moment, though I’m hoping to get scouted soon.” That definitely explained the bulk of the man. With his normal comings and goings from the apartment, you had assumed his muscle just came from his being a gym buff. Before your mind could wonder, he interrupted your thoughts with a question of his own.

“Are you a cat or a dog person?”

The night had gone like this for a while, both openly asking simple questions that came to mind. You weren’t sure if he was intentionally trying to distract you from the earlier shortcomings of the night but either way it was working. By the time your mug was empty and James had answered your rather out of pocket ‘would you rather’ question, your eyelids had grown too heavy to ignore.

James had already begun noticing the slight slur to your words, head indicating it would drop at any given moment, but this was the calmest he had seen you all night and he didn’t want to break you (or himself, for that matter) out of the little bubble you’d both been brave enough to craft. He urged your head to his shoulder, placing a kiss on your forehead before breaking himself out of his trance, putting you upright before he can do anything else he might regret.��

“Come on, honey. You should definitely get to bed now, if you fall asleep on the sofa your back’s gonna kill in the morning.”

He had helped you off of the sofa, guided you down the hall with his hand on the small of your back, and was now pulling your duvet over you when he felt your nimble fingers clasp around the palm of his hand as he was turning to leave.

“Jamie…” He wanted to scream. Wanted to run and never look back to see that sleepy look on your face. Wanted to grab your face in his hands and kiss you right there and then.

You wanted to beg him to stay. Wanted to offer up the right side of your bed so he could sleep beside you. Wanted to tell him how you truly felt.

“Thanks, for um, y’know… Staying up with me. You didn’t have to so, um… thanks.” So much for a grand confession.

“Yeah, I’m always here for you, sweet girl. Get some sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Maybe tomorrow.

“Good night, Jamie.”

There’d always be tomorrow.

“Good night, love.”

#marauders fluff #marauders x reader #marauders era #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james x reader #james x you #james fleamont potter #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader

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Modern Reincarnation AU Part 5 ✨️

Part 4

"Hello."

Bucky turned his head into the crook of his arms. The material of his new suit jacket itches at his cheeks, but he still rubbed his nose against it pretending it was enough to cover his sniffles. He wasn't interested in talking to whoever this was. He'd had enough with talking. Enough of people staring at him with pity as they offered condolences that didn't do anything. No one said anything worth listening to here anyway.

"You're John, right?" The person from before asked. Bucky could hear the rustle of clothing as whoever it was knelt down.

"It's Bucky." Bucky murmured. He refused to lift his head from his arms, so his voice came out muffled and wrong.

"Buffy? Like the vampire slayer?" The voice laughed. "Bit silly, but okay."

Bucky lifted his head to glare at the voice. He didn't care that the man was in a fancy uniform like his parents' old ones or that the kind smile on his face grew in triumph when he did so. No one was allowed to make fun of his name.

"My name is Bucky." Each word enuciated crisp and succinct.

"Well, my name's Chick, Chick Harding. Nice to meet you kid."

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"Knew I'd find you out here."

Bucky doesn't turn to acknowledge Buck as the other leans out the kitchen window. Thankfully, he doesn't step out onto the stairs. Bucky's not sure he wants Buck in his space. It's easier at night when Bucky can pretend, can ignore the hurt just to bask in the comfort. In the daylight, it's the echo of Buck's voice that haunts him dogging his every step.

Don't count on it.

Damn it Curt, how many times do I have to tell you? He doesn't know!

The same voice over and over.

Bucky stares down at the traffic below, watching strangers running around going about their lives. Sometimes, he sits out here and imagines their lives. Imagines what brought them here, where they're going next, and how that changes them.

"Curt asked if we wanted to go out tonight. After dinner with your father, that is."

Curt... Bucky hides his wince by shifting against the railing. He hasn't spoken to Curt yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He'd had enough with talking.

"Not sure," Bucky shrugs, turning back to his book. He still doesn't look up at Buck. "Probably not."

"That's not like you." Shock colors Buck's voice. Bucky curls his knee closer leaving only one leg splayed out on the stairs above. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Bucky scoffs. He breathes out softens his voice. "I just don't think I'll feel up to it after dinner."

Buck makes a noise as if he understands, but the fib tastes like ash on Bucky's tongue. His fingers curls around his book, more homework he was supposed to finish at the library.

"You should go. Paint the town red." Bucky finally lifts his head to meet Buck's gaze. The other's face pales. Bucky tries not to feel vindictive. Or guilty.

"Maybe next time." Buck chokes out, voice gruff as he pulls his head back into the apartment.

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"You gonna be calm about this?"

"What? I'm always calm."

"Bucky breaking his arm at baseball practice would disagree with that statement, Chick."

"Extenuating circumstances. He was crying!"

"And he was crying last night when I had to talk you out of calling in favors to take out a university student."

"Political office has to come with some perks. Why shouldn't I use them?"

"Because Congress can impeach you for misappropriating State Department resources, and I won't help you out of it."

"Didn't our marriage vows include for better or for worse?"

"Probably, but who knows? But back to my original point, keep your cool. We don't know what's going on between them."

"Right. I don't think I'm going to like this boy. He's too old for Bucky."

"He's twenty-six to Bucky's twenty-three. Our age gap is worse."

"Well, he still has a lot to explain."

"Sure. Would you get the good plates out of the china cabinet for me? Bucky will be here any minute."

"Yes, dear."

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"We're here!" Bucky motioned Buck in first. Buck's big blue eyes took in the entryway. The high ceilings and beautifully decorated rooms certainly looked different from his college apartment.

"In here!" Jack's voice rang out. A crash echoed from the kitchen alongside his father's voice cursing. God Bucky hopes Jack didn't let him do any of the cooking. Bucky's already dealing with heartbreak he doesn't want to deal with food poisoning as well.

"Follow me," Bucky tried for a smile, but judging by the pinching around Buck's eyes, it was more likely a grimace. "If you're worried about an ambush, they'll at least wait until you've eaten something."

"Right." Buck reaches a hand out for Bucky's. His thumb rubs over Bucky's knuckles. "Let's face the music then."

Bucky leads the other through the living room towards the kitchen. Buck's eyes jumping over the many childhood photos of Bucky decorating the walls, the same wild curls and equally wild smile greeting him in each one.

"Bucky!"

Bucky's dragged out of Buck's hold by his father's hug. Shocks tingle at the tips of his fingers. He might have been imagining it, but it felt like Buck's hand tried to reel in him back.

"And you must be Gale Cleven." Bucky's dad reached a hand out to shake his hand. Bucky watched his father squeeze Buck's hand. Buck's smile never dipped.

"Mr. Secretary, you have a lovely home."

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"So how did you two meet?" Chick asked as filled Jack's glass of wine alongside his own. Both Buck and Bucky had both chosen not to drink that night. Alcohol, as much as Bucky craved the release it gave him, probably wasn't the best idea for him tonight.

"Oh," Bucky cleared his throat. His food suddenly felt like sludge as it went down his throat.

This was fine. He'd prepared for this. He could play the lovesick kid tonight. Tomorrow, he'd confront Buck. He just had to make it through this dinner.

"At a coffee shop just off campus. Buck said I looked like a friend of his from Wisconsin. Said we shared the same name."

"That a fact?" Chick leveled Buck with an deep look. "And that's how the kids do it these days? Chance meetings in coffee shops?"

"Dad," Bucky groaned burying his face into his hands. "Please don't."

"What?" Chick nudged Jack who simply rolled his eyes at his husband's teasing. "Am I too embarrassing now? I thought I was a cool dad."

"Anyone who has to say they're a cool dad, ultimately is the lamest dad." Bucky laughed.

"I'll remember that next time you want a favor or special tickets to something." Chick threatened, but no one at the table truly believed him. His smile was too wide and happy when he looked at Bucky. Plus, Jack would testify that Chick had never denied Bucky anything since Bucky had come into his life.

"You're from Casper Wyoming, aren't you, Gale?" Chick turned his attention back to Buck. Bucky noticed that every time his dad called the other 'Gale,' his hands tightened around his utensils. "How'd you end up in DC?"

"School, sir. I'm a graduate student at Georgetown. Interplanetary physics." Gale took a sip of his water.

"Ever think about joining the Air Force?" Chick laid his knife down. "Degree like that could take you far. I knew a Major who studied the same thing once."

"No, sir." Buck's jaw clenched. "I respect those who serve, but I think I'm happy where I am."

"Chick," Jack laid a hand on Chick's forearm. "He's a retired Colonel, so you'll have to excuse him. Years at the State Department and somehow his allegiance is still to them."

"Not a problem." Buck's jaw finally unclenched. Bucky resisted the urge to reach for him. "Did you fly any of the big birds sir?"

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"Sorry about them," Bucky glanced back towards Buck. The other had fallen behind, eyes distant as if lost in thought. "Buck?"

"Sorry?" Buck's eyes met his own once more.

"Now who's distracted?" Bucky let the other catch up. He twisted his hand out of the way when Buck went to hold it. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his phone to check on the status of their ride. Buck's hand felt back to his side.

"Sorry about the interrogation back there. He's protective."

"It's alright, Bucky." Buck smiles. "He's not so scary. Not to me, and not when it comes to you. Besides, I'd go through a lot worse to stay with you."

The words, heartfelt and genuine, felt sickening to hear.

What about Curt? Would you do the same for him?

The question was once more on the tip of his tongue, the rage and heartbreak burning in his chest, but the sound of the car arriving kept him quiet. Buck let him in first with an overly exaggerated sweep of his arm. Bucky settled into his seat with a laugh as Buck climbed in after him.

"Oh," Buck glanced down at his phone. His fingers tapped over the screen, but Bucky couldn't see who was texting him. "It's Curt."

"Really?" Bucky glanced down at his own phone checking his messages. Nothing from Curt.

"Yeah, he wants to know if you wanna go out tonight?" Buck frowns. "I'll tell him no."

"You know what?" Bucky shoves his phone back into his pocket. What better way to see the pair interact? "Let's do it. Paint the town red, right Buck?"

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#modern reincarnation au #mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #yes i flipped the ages a bit because i think in reincarnation aus thats a must #you can also tell one of my favorite shows was madam secretary bc i am so basing Chick's position as secretary of state off of that show #yes bucky was adopted by Chick who then later on married jack who didnt adopt bucky but is still his parent in a way #john egan #bucky egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #mota fic #mota au #buckbucky

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Marriage Headcanons

Requests are open! I'l be posting for House of the Dragon every day until Season 2. Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner.

❀When Aegon first discovers he's being made to marry. He keeps as far away from you as possible. He doesn't want to get married. Why should he be forced to? That changes when he meets you. ❀Aegon has so many reservations. He doesn't know how to be a good husband. He doesn't know how to be a good father. He attempts to keep your expectations low of him. He doesn't want you to get your hopes up. ❀Except you exceed his expectations. You are patient, considerate and compassionate towards Aegon. The longer the two of you are married, the safer he feels, it allows Aegon to open up. ❀Aegon wants you to attend every meeting with him. He doesn't care for most people's opinions, but he values yours above everyone else. He'll insist you sit right beside him. ❀Aegon deciding to open up and talk about his past. He triesto process having two parents wh were not atttentiive or caring towards him. Aegon's growth as person is due to the love you have for each other. ❀Aegon is being fiercely protective of you. He refuses to allow anyone, to speak poorly of you. He's quick to remind them of his power. He doesn't care for their opinions of you. Unless it's a genuine compliment. ❀Aegon stops getting drunk as frequently. There are occasions when Aegon drinks more heavily, especially when he's under intense pressure. Guilty, Aegon has gotten drunk on purpose because he enjoys how gentle and loving you are to him. ❀Aegon finding new ways to spoil you. Food, art, jewelry, clothing etc. Sometimes Aegon struggles to communicate, especially in regards to his feelings. Buying you nice things, is one example of Aegon showing his love. ❀When the two of you start having children Aegon's terrified. He doesn't want to be a bad parent. He keeps his distance for the first few days until you finally put your foot down. Aegon has to get rid of the initial fear. If he wants to be a better Father, then he needs to be present with his children ❀Any time he takes a bath he wants you with him. Aegon likes to soak in the bath with you, wrapped in your arms, away from everyone. He likes to warmth of the water, your body pressed against his. A perfect way to wash off the stress. ❀Aegon makes time for his family. He's been forced into becoming King. He's constantly told by other's, they think they know better. One aspect of his life he refuses to negotitate is his dedication to his family. If a meeting is not important, he'll take time out to spend time with his family. ❀Aegon is thankful for all you've given him. For the first time, he feels like he understands what love is supposed to be. He'll never be able to thank you for the support and guidance you often give him. Your patience because he doesn't always get it right. However, now Aegon knows what it's like to be loved unconditionally.

#House of the dragon imagine #House of the Dragon imagines #Aegon II targaryen imagine #Aegon II Targaryen imagines #House of the Dragon one shot #the walking dead oneshot #Aegon II Targaryen one shot #Aegon II Targaryen oneshot #Aegon II Targaryen x Reader #Headcanon #Requests open

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What do you think Leon did after completing his mission? Post re4r realistically and all

how do you think ye felt?

Realistically? He sure had a lot of report to fill in. Especially because of the discovering of the Plagas.

Sure he went through a bunch of compliments and audience with the president and his family.

Took a while for his life to get back to normal as in, let him stay in bed past 10 a.m.

Aand how he felt...? Sensation of redemption. Leon managing to save someone, hearing a genuine "thank you" felt like the key to free his soul from the sensation of guilt...

"You are a cop. You're supposed to know something!"

Ashley is his redemption. She means a lot to his mind and survivor-guilty heart.

He felt... Free. Finally, finally he feels like him surviving Raccoon City did some good. Made a difference to someone

#leon #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #ask #question #answer #answered

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Choi san for the game please!!🙏🏻🙏🏻

-> warnings: San x Reader, established relationship, angst, break up

San loves you.

He loves the way you smile when you look at him. The way you laugh when you are watching your stupid little shows. The way you make his heart fluster each time you press your lips against his cheek. The way you were able to make him feel like home was right by your side or the way you made him feel like he was able to breathe just by looking at your figure.

San loved you.

Because right now, his stomach didn't twist with butterflies whenever he saw you smile. He wouldn’t laugh back when he heard you laughing. San’s heart wouldn’t fluster when you would kiss him with so much passion, only his body would respond to it. Nor did he feel like you were indispensable when you were in his arms or that you were the most important thing whenever he looked at you.

San respected you. But he just didn’t love you anymore.

He just.. didn't feel anything for you anymore. He tried to ignore the feeling, to push it past his brain. He swore to himself that it was just a phase after the honeymoon and that he would find the sparkle again. But the reality is that he didn’t. He just didn't feel love toward you anymore.

San had fallen out of love.

That’s when he decided that he felt guilty enough to talk to you. When he arrived home that night, you noticed how quiet he was. How tensed his muscles were.

“Are you okay?” you asked as he sat next to you.

San looked at you for a couple of minutes and by his expression, you knew something had happened, which made you shift.

That’s when he started his entire monologue. about how he loved you and how he was feeling guilty about the fact that you weren’t in his heart anymore. "I never thought I'd say this, but” you had barely registered the entire monologue, that he was throwing this to your face. “somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling the love for us. It hurts me to admit it, but I've fallen out of love."

he had expected you to scream at him, to fight, to cry, to yell. Instead, he felt his heart breaking into a million pieces as he saw you smile, teary eyes hiding that pain inside your own chest.

“I get it,” you replied. You had never felt enough for him to begin with. could you really hate him for not loving you if you couldn't do it either?

San hugged you. Tightly. You couldn't hear him but he was apologizing for his behavior, for hurting you, for making you feel this discarded.

"I hate that we're like this… it wasn't supposed to be this way." he murmured, guilt eating him. But he couldn't force himself to love you anymore and the minimum was to be honest to you. That you would never hold Choi San’s heart.

#san #san scenarios #san imagines #san x reader #san angst #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez blurbs #ateez san #san ateez

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Growing Pains Part 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.1k

Summary: Little Nat is almost 13 and school’s a bitch. Retired mob boss turned stay-at-home mom Wanda has to figure out how to deal with bullies at her daughter’s school.

A/N: Credit to @rianncreates for this fic idea. Enjoy 😘

Warnings: Fluff, teen angst, injury, reference to previous injury/trauma, bullies, and mentions medicinal drug use

You and Wanda are the only ones who end up eating some dinner. After Natalya was gone for nearly an hour, you went to check on her only to find her asleep in bed. You didn’t want to wake her and despite knowing she’d be up later wanting to eat; you and Wanda didn’t wait around for her. You both felt a little bad about how disappointed your daughter was, but if anything, you supposed this was a learning lesson. A tough learning lesson that you hadn’t wanted her to have to face anytime soon.

When you and Wanda make it to bed neither of you are feeling very good. Wanda’s stressed about what will happen once Stacy’s back at school, and you’re worried about what Nat’s going to resort to now that her plan didn’t work. You suspected that her friends helped her figure this out because your daughter’s not usually one to break the rules without very good reason, or proper motivation.

You sigh as you roll over onto your back and try to think about something other than Little Nat right now. You turn to see Wanda on her phone, and it doesn’t take too much thought for you to guess what she’s doing.

“What did Pietro say?”

You almost texted Yelena, but you wanted to talk to her in person instead of just being avoided over the phone. You weren’t in the mood to deal with it now anyway, and you needed to give yourself time to calm down before you took out your annoyance on your friend.

Wanda shakes her head with a sigh as she puts her phone down. Pietro’s not being very cooperative anyway and she needs to go to bed soon. She’s exhausted and it’s almost 11, but both of you were too high strung to sleep. You’re stressed and you want to go upstairs and smoke some, but you’re sure Wanda wouldn’t like it. You consider bringing it up anyway after she tells you what Pietro had said.

“He’s not taking responsibility. Like that’s a surprise. He won’t be at the game tomorrow either.”

You frown but say nothing as you reach out to turn off your lamp with a sigh. You want to sleep and forget about today for a little while. You close your eyes and miss your wife turning to you with a frown of her own. She checks the clock on the bedside table before shaking her head and turning off her light too. You wait until Wanda lies down beside you before speaking. You hear one of the dogs shake downstairs, and you briefly wonder what they’re up to before turning your attention to your wife. You don’t exactly disagree with what she’s said today, but you aren’t happy with the outcome. You’re not sure you would have done anything differently, but you’re wishing you’d done more to reassure Natalya that things would work out.

“I wish we could make this easier for her.”

Wanda reaches out for your hand and you squeeze it before rolling onto your side so you’re closer to your wife. You focus on the smell of her shampoo and the clean sheets instead of the nagging sense of failure that’s been plaguing you since leaving the office this afternoon. Wanda wraps an arm around your waist before kissing your cheek. She hides her face in your shoulder as she nods in agreement and holds you tighter.

“Me too, detka, but we’ll take care of her.”

You think about this as you fall asleep, and when you wake up the next morning, you’re already plotting how you two could possibly have as much pull as a PTA president and a rich CEO.

Natalya sulks over her breakfast before she leaves for school with her mom. It’s a quiet car ride and by the time she drops off her daughter, Wanda’s feeling very guilty. She races back home and grabs Rogue before deciding to go out for a bit. She needs to clear her mind and she’s craving a certain kind of pastry that she hasn’t learned to make yet. She feels like stress eating, and she’s jumping back into her car as soon as Rogue’s in the back seat. She sighs heavily before getting buckled and looking at her dog in the rear-view mirror.

“Ready, bud?”

Nat barely pays attention in school that day despite her best efforts. She’s glad to have Stacy gone for the rest of the week, but she can’t help but think about how she’ll come back with a vengeance. She barely eats or talks during lunch, and she gives Taylor most of it as a silent thank you for yesterday. The only thing Nat asked her was if she’d gotten in trouble at all for her involvement. She’s been careful not to mention her name, but Nat remembered belatedly that there were cameras in most of the hallways at school.

It wasn’t until right before the game that Taylor dared to ask Nat how she was feeling. She’d been down all day and she was tired from not having anything to eat all day. She felt like taking a nap, not playing against another team that was more closely matched to them than the one they’d played on Monday. She’s not up for that at the moment, but she’s just going to have to try. She knows that she won’t get pizza today, and she’d already told her friends that the sleepover for this weekend was off because she was grounded. They said that it was fine and that they wouldn’t go either because they didn’t want her to feel left out. She’d insisted it was fine, but the idea of pizza right now made her want to cry. She was so hungry.

“I’m just disappointed. I thought someone would give a shit, but not even my moms did.”

Nat frowns when she says this and she considers taking it back when Taylor beats her to it. She shakes her head as she asks the obvious question. Based on what Nat had told her, unsurprisingly her parents had been horrified and angered by the idea that Nat had been dealing with Stacy’s torment for months. However, apparently they’d just gone with the three day suspension, and grounded her for her prank.

“They give a shit, Nat. They’re probably just working on their plan of attack.”

Nat shrugs in indifference as she throws the ball back to the other brunette with a heavy sigh. She glances at her watch to see how much time until the other team should arrive, but she picked the worst possible time to do it. Taylor had failed to notice that she wasn’t paying attention, and she threw the ball back to her friend with a huff. She realized that Nat was distracted until she saw the top of her friend’s head instead of her glove.

“Oh shit!”

“Ow, fuck!”

Nat muttered a curse under her breath as her head swam and she fell back onto the grass with a muffled thud. She just sighs in defeat as she closes her eyes and just waits until she feels a little less dazed.

“Shit, Nat are you okay?”

You’re about to leave work to head for Nat’s game when your phone rings as you shut your office door. You frown and stop short to see who’s calling. Wanda. You answer quickly as you continue on your way to grab your dog before heading out.

“Hey, Wands.”

Today had been a little difficult for you. Despite mostly doing admin work, you struggled to stay focused given that you weren’t talking to people all day long like usual. Your mind wandered and you found yourself thinking about Nat’s dilemma for a good hour after your lunch had finished. You concluded that the way to get more of a say in this you’d have to throw some money at the issue. Well this was one option, but before you went too far down that path, you wanted to talk to Wanda. You hadn’t expected her to call you before you saw her at the game though.

Wanda had been finishing up her third pastry when she got a call from an unknown number. She answers it quickly as she takes her last bite and hurries to swallow before speaking.

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Maximoff, this is Coach Frost. Have you left for school yet?”

Wanda’s in the car headed for school before she decides to call you to let you know what happened. She’s still a little suspicious about what happened. Given Natalya’s mood, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d done something that would get her out of the game this afternoon. She was of course worried when she heard the words ‘possible concussion’, and she had already checked with her doctor to see if she should be worried. So she already knows what to look for, and hopefully how to answer your questions as she presses a couple of buttons on her display.

“Hi, Y/n, have you left work yet?”

When you tell Wanda that you’re about to she shakes her head before she stops at a stop sign with a sigh.

“Well Natalya isn’t going to be playing today. Her coach just called and said she had an accident.”

You stop in your tracks on your way into the dog runs and you just stand against the door with a frown. You see Boone curled up on his giant bed before you glance back out toward the treatment area.

“What kind of accident? Is she okay?”

You think of the several ways that Nat’s been hurt before, and it’s the second one you think of that’s right.

“She took a ball to the forehead.”

You scowl at the thought before looking at your watch and realizing that you’re going to leave regardless. You want to get home and see how Nat’s doing, but you’ll probably beat them home if you leave now. You walk into the runs and let Boone out before scratching his head with a smile.

“Damn, okay. Well, I’ll meet you at home then.”

Natalya’s holding an ice pack on her forehead when her mom shows up. She’s lying down on the bleachers while the rest of the team continues to warm up for the game. The other team has just arrived, but Natalya doesn’t pay them any mind as she keeps her eyes closed and tries to ignore the pounding of her head. She hears footsteps near her and she opens her eyes only to see the towel obscuring her view.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize you’d spaced out.”

Nat’s already shaking her head because she doesn’t blame her friend at all. She’s been so distracted today that even if this hadn’t happened, she could almost guarantee that during the game at some point she would have gotten hurt for her inattention.

“It’s not your fault. I’m distracted and I barely ate today.”

Taylor immediately feels guilty about this, but she doesn’t get a chance to apologize for this as well before she hears a familiar voice. She turns toward the parking lot to see Nat’s redhead mom and she tries to resist the urge to flinch guiltily. She tells her friend that her mom’s here, and Nat sits up slowly with a groan before she glances around for her mom. She feels her head swim, and she looks to Taylor with a small smile.

“Do you have anything to eat?”

Taylor runs off and is gone by the time Wanda comes up to her with a worried, curious look. She reaches out to help her daughter off the bleachers before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Are you okay, Natalya? What happened?”

Taylor’s back before Nat can answer, but the younger Maximoff just shakes her head because the details don’t matter. She smiles as her friend holds out a Gatorade and half of a sandwich with a bag of chips balanced on top of it.

“It was just an accident, Mama, I’m fine.”

“Here, Nat.”

Nat smiles as she reaches out to take what Taylor’s grabbed her with a wide smile. She has to stop herself from tearing it open right now and inhaling it in front of her mom and friend. Instead, she just thanks the other brunette before hugging her and turning toward her mom. She’d like to go home now.

“Thanks, T. Enjoy the pizza. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Wanda frowns as she leads her daughter back to the car to go home. She keeps stealing glances at the younger Maximoff who seems more upset than she was this morning when she left for school. Wanda feels guilty about this and wants to say something to make her feel better, but she’s not sure what she can say. She’d only just started to consider how she can undermine Stacy’s parents influence by gaining her own, and the options aren’t super appealing. One is to resort to blackmail, and that’s not a good idea for several reasons. She doesn’t want to make enemies over this, and she’s not sure how she could even find dirt on them. Another option is to go back to the principal alone and see if she has any advice. Wanda had been too shocked to really ask the appropriate questions earlier, and she needed to at least give her a call later.

The last and least favorable option that Wanda came up with was having her daughter change schools. She didn’t want to do this because Nat wouldn’t want to leave her friends, and by the time she made it to high school she’d be back at square one. Wanda didn’t want her to have to resort to this, but until she figured out how Stacy was going to act, the option would stay on the table.

Natalya barely acknowledges her dogs as you open the door when you hear the two of them arrive. Your gaze goes to your wife first who is frowning as she watches Natalya trudge into the house with a frown.

“Hey, Little Nat. How’s your head?”

Nat just shrugs before she mutters a response under her breath as she walks further into the house. She doesn’t even turn toward the kitchen and instead goes to sit at the table to work on homework. It’s only once she’s sitting down that she realizes she’s doesn’t even know if she has any homework. She hadn’t paid attention in school today, and she didn’t have her phone to ask her friends.

“Hi, Mom. It’s fine.”

You move out of the doorway so Wanda can step inside, and you both frown and watch your daughter fiddle with her backpack. She’s still dressed in her uniform, but it’s a lot cleaner than it usually is. This makes you feel even worse for some reason, and you shut the door behind your wife before following her lead. Wanda’s already headed toward Natalya with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel and you stop at the fridge for a snack for your daughter.

“Do you have a lot of homework, milaya?”

Nat decides to just shake her head because she doesn’t feel like getting into it with them. She puts her bag on the ground to take the ice pack from her mom and hold it to her head with a sigh. She feels exhausted from the day of disappointment, and she’s tempted to just go to bed when she sees you holding her favorite food. She watches carefully as you set it in front of her while ignoring Wanda’s disapproving look. You know she doesn’t want Nat eating dessert before dinner, but you are sure that if you don’t get your daughter’s mood up somehow, she’ll just go to sleep without eating again.

“How about we work on it a little before dinner?”

Despite not wanting to let you spoil your grounded daughter, Wanda watches from the kitchen as you help Nat get a few assignments done. The dogs are sitting at your feet as you push the empty plate away from the scattered papers in front of you.

“What next, Little Nat?”

Wanda’s finishing up the salad as Natalya shakes her head and starts to clear the table for dinner. She wants to go to sleep, but she’s pretty sure that she’s going to have to eat something other than cheesecake tonight. She glances at the clock and realizes it’s a little early to eat, but since she’s not playing a game right now, there’s not much else to do. She isn’t allowed to watch tv or be on her phone, so it’s homework and bed for a while.

When the table’s set and Natalya’s back in her usual spot, she waits for her mom to bring her a plate. She’d tried to get up, but Wanda had insisted that she sit and drink more water. She’s sure Nat’s going to have a headache soon, if she doesn’t already, and she’s going to give her something for it after dinner. Nat tries not to grimace when she’s given her dinner and she sees her least favorite vegetable in front of her. She knows better than to say anything other than thank you, and she manages to eat most of her dinner without complaint.

You and Wanda mostly eat in silence as you exchange looks to try and figure out what to do. Today you’d spent a lot of time trying to figure out what to do about Nat’s predicament. You wanted to help Natalya but you only came up with slightly unethical and otherwise problematic options. Between you and Wanda, you had a feeling that she was going to need to do most of the heavy lifting. Not only were you busy with work, but Wanda had a way with people that made her the better option. You just had to run your idea by your wife a little later.

“My head hurts.”

Natalya’s loading the dishwasher when she ducks back down and stops before she can put a plate away. She closes her eyes as she starts to get lightheaded, and you’re quick to grab the plate from her before leading her toward a nearby chair. Wanda sets the rest of the dishes aside as she hurries to grab more water and a couple of pain killers for her daughter. She’s grimacing from where she sits beside you, and Wanda lowers the lights before handing you the medicine. You’re rubbing Nat’s back as you shoot her a concerned look that she misses completely as she squeezes her eyes shut. She’s mad at herself for spacing out earlier, and she wishes she’d seen Taylor throw that ball, but there’s nothing she can do about it now.

After reassuring her parents that she’s fine, and just needs to rest, she goes upstairs to bed with Rogue on her heels. He decides to hang out with her for a while, and by the time she’s in bed under the covers, he’s curled up on the ground beside her.

Nat tries to ignore the throbbing in her head as she reaches down to pet her dog with a smile. She taps his head and he sits up and turns to face her before licking her offered hand with a big, slimy tongue. Nat cringes, but continues to pet him as she tries to relax. She’s going to have to face her failure to get anything accomplished yesterday soon, but for now she just shifts closer to the wall so she can cuddle with her dog. She pats the empty space beside her on top of the comforter, and Rogue carefully jumps up to lie down beside her.

Natalya falls asleep first and Rogue stays with her for almost an hour before he has to go out for his last walk. Wanda sticks her head in the door and waves him over before leading him down the hall. You’re sitting downstairs eating on the couch as you stress over what you and Wanda are going to do. You’ve eaten more carrots than you really want, but you’re just trying to keep busy as you stare blankly at the screen in front of you. You’re not even sure what you’re watching, and Wanda comes to sit beside you after she’s let the dogs out one last time.

“You’re going to give yourself a stomachache.”

You drop the half carrot back into the bowl before you sigh in defeat. You set it down on the table in front of you before turning toward your wife with a sheepish look. She smiles at you before reaching out for your hands and squeezing them with a questioning look.

“What’s on your mind, detka?”

She has a fairly good idea of what’s been distracting you, so she’s really just asking to talk about it now. It’s the same thing that’s been bothering her, and she wants to get this worked out so you both can start to figure out how to make things right. She wants to do better for your daughter than 3-days suspension for a girl who’s been harassing her for months. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you would do anything for your daughter. The fact that she dealt with this for so long just made you more desperate to figure this out quickly.

You frown in contemplation before you confirm Wanda’s suspicions.

“I’m plotting. I want to be as influential as Stacy’s parents.”

Wanda smiles at the fact that you’re both on the same page, and she’s eager to talk this out with you. She reaches for the remote and mutes the television before leaning back against the couch with a sigh. She’d realized what the best option was, and she wanted to run it by you. It seemed a little drastic, and like a lot of work, but she was willing to do it if you didn’t shoot the idea down immediately. Neither of you realized that you were more on the same page than expected until Wanda speaks up.

“I actually had an idea.”

You nod as you turn so you’re facing your wife and giving her your full attention. Your gaze darts upstairs to make sure Nat’s door is still shut before propping your elbow on the couch and resting your head on your hand.

“Hit me with it, Wands.”

Your wife rolls her eyes, but she tells you what she’d come up with earlier today. She’d done an embarrassing amount of research and tried to figure out if this would be feasible, but she honestly just needed to talk to you. She would commit to anything if it meant Natalya would be free from torment in school. She just wanted to figure out how she should do it.

“Since I can’t exactly pose as a super-rich CEO, I was thinking I would try for President of the PTA.”

You had actually thought of this, but you didn’t think that Wanda would go for it. She kept herself busy during the days and despite taking a lot of responsibility for Natalya and her schooling, you didn’t think she’d want to get involved with the PTA. It honestly sounded horrible to you and you’d love to just throw money at any issue the school had instead of sit with in a room with a bunch of other parents trying to negotiate the best way to earn the school money. Wanda however apparently didn’t feel this way, and you were a little surprised.

“Really? I think you could pull off the hot-shot CEO.”

You’re smiling teasingly despite believing what you’re saying. Your wife is plenty smart and rich enough to play the part, but you realize that it could quickly become an issue if someone tried to do a background check. Wanda has decided to go the more believable route, and you love her for thinking things through.

Wanda shakes her head with an amused look as she considers your suggestion. She’d rather take the fight directly to the school and she decided that this was the best way to effectively go after Stacy’s mom.

“As fun as that sounds, Y/n, I think joining the PTA and running for president will be the better option.”

You can’t help the pleased smile that tugs at your lips as you think about your wife taking over the PTA. She might not be as well known, but she’s smart and resourceful, and certainly will become a force to be reckoned with. You reach out to take her hand before leaning in to kiss it with a sigh. You’re not sure how Wanda’s going to get started on all of this, but just having a decision makes you feel a little better. You can work out the details later, and you’ll try to help as much as possible. You just aren’t sure you’ll be as present as your wife at the many, many meetings.

“Sounds like a plan, my love.”

The next day Wanda spends most of her time outside either in the garden or on the deck with her dog. After getting her reassurance from you, she just needs to figure out what she should do now. She knows that she’s going to have to start going to meetings so she can get acquainted with the many parents she’ll be working with. The idea is a little daunting because she’s gone to maybe a half dozen fundraisers or PTA—run events since Natalya started middle school. She hadn’t felt a need to, and she’d mostly just donated money and left it at that. Now she needed to be a little more proactive if she wanted a chance to become the president.

Wanda’s little pool project in the basement was going to have to wait. Luckily she wasn’t too attached to the idea right now, and she’s ready to get started. The next PTA meeting is Tuesday evening, so Wanda had a lot of time to catch up on all current issues at school that required funding. She spent a couple of hours doing this while lying upstairs with her dog. She was lounging on the couch with her computer in her lap and Rogue’s head lying on her stomach. He was squished up next to her on the couch and as a result she was only a few inches from falling on the ground.

“Do you think this is going to work, bud?”

Wanda reaches out to scratch her dog’s head, and he just turns to her and licks her hand in response. It doesn’t really answer her question, but she smiles anyway as she continues to pet her dog. She sighs before moving to set her laptop on the table beside her and lying flat on the couch so she’s staring up at the sky. It’s nice out today, if a little hot, and she could fall asleep out here if she wasn’t afraid of sleeping past time to pick up Natalya.

She frowns at the thought of how subdued her daughter was this morning, and she hopes that she’ll be able to help with this soon. She almost wants to tell her that she’s can still have her sleepover this weekend with her friends but she doesn’t want to go back on this, well she does, but she knows that she should be a good parent and stick it out until Monday.

You didn’t seem to like the fact that Natalya was being punished, but you hadn’t decided to overrule her yet. You gave your daughter cheesecake, but then immediately served her least favorite vegetable. Wanda wondered how long it would take for her to make any sort of headway at school, but she had a feeling she’d have to tell Natalya of her plan before this happens because she can’t stand the idea of her being so disappointed for much longer.

She honestly doesn’t understand why Natalya did things the way she did. She takes after you more than she takes after her, and her clear desire to avoid conflict has made it so she let something horrible go on for far too long. You are truly guilty of this too, and she could recall multiple times in the past where you’ve tried to avoid conflict, and only been burnt by it. Wanda didn’t want this for her daughter, and she knew you didn’t either, so they were going to have to be more proactive.

Wanda decides to go inside once she hears Rogue beginning to pant from where he’s lying at her feet. She also is getting a little warm and wants to figure out dinner before she takes a nap. She’s stressed herself out thinking about all of the steps she’s going to have to take to infiltrate the PTA.

Honestly, the scariest part of it isn’t being in a room with a bunch of parents trying to figure out how to earn money for the school. It doesn’t sound appealing, especially because she won’t know anyone, and she’s not looking forward to it. That said, she’s mostly worried about putting herself out there and being faced with too nosey or suspicious people.

Since quitting her job, she’s kept a low profile for a good reason. She had dedicated all of her time to raising her daughter and she hadn’t worked so she barely saw people unless she was on an errand. This was always brief and she didn’t have any friends outside of the family for this reason. You knew people from work, and you sometimes went out with them, but Wanda only spent time with the family. She was fine with this, but she wondered if by joining the PTA she would be opening herself up to having to be more social. She feared that the more people she met, the more likely someone would be too curious, recognize her, or stumble upon the truth about her past.

You didn’t have an issue with being recognized for obvious reasons. Once you thought someone had recognized you and you’d been a little worried about it, but luckily it turned out to be nothing. You and Wanda had been careful, especially when Natalya was young because you didn’t want to risk it.

Now you used the excuse of being older and further from Wanda’s time with the mob as the main reason for why people didn’t recognize you. You of course had considered the dangers of Wanda becoming more involved in school, but you weren’t sure that anything would really happen. You and Wanda were both more concerned about helping your daughter, so you were willing to take the risk. The worst that could happen is that Wanda and the family is revealed and you have to deal with the fall out of that. It could be messy and undoubtedly expensive but Wanda’s been on the right side of the law for years.

She’d even stopped getting looked at whenever she was unfortunate enough to walk by a police officer.

The biggest concern honestly was Natalya. You didn’t want Natalya to know about what her mother did for nearly 2 decades. It would raise a lot of questions, and knowing how bad your daughter’s anxiety could get, you would worry about how she might react. So you and Wanda had talked about it more last night after you woke up to find that your wife was fretting. You’d sat up so you wouldn’t fall back asleep, and you and Wanda had talked for about an hour. You wanted to make sure that she felt comfortable doing this, and you also made sure that she knew how grateful you were that she was willing to do this for Natalya. You knew she was putting herself out of her comfort zone, but she wanted to help her daughter.

Neither of you wanted Natalya to have to deal with something like this again.

You curse under your breath as you barely escape being bitten by a cat who really doesn’t want you to brush out the mats on her back. She’s fearful mostly, but she’s certainly not afraid to strike at anything that’s close. She’s already scratched her owner and your assistant, so you decided to take over holding her while someone else brushes. You take the towel loosely wrapped around her, and make sure she’s nice and secure in a kitty burrito before taking a deep breath.

“Let’s try this one more time.”

You didn’t like to push cats when they weren’t feeling up to something, but this owner was being very insistent. You’d told him that you’d try your best, and as long as no one else got hurt you were just going to push through it. You were almost done, and then you would get to eat lunch.

Luckily a few minutes later, you were done and no one else was injured. Now you just have to send home the pissed off cat and hope that she doesn’t resent her owner forever. As you make your way up the stairs to grab your lunch, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You glance at your watch and see a text from your brother-in-law. You frown slightly but then you see what it says and you can’t help but laugh.

Do you think that Little Nat would want to go on a camping trip for her birthday? You and Wanda are invited as well, of course.

You’re mostly laughing because you know that Wanda will not want to go on this trip. As much as she loves you, she does not love camping and no amount of begging will get her to go with you and Natalya. You honestly aren’t a huge fan either, and you know that you’ll pass on this opportunity as well because you want Natalya to have some time with her uncle.

Despite being a little sketchy at times with his less than stellar decisions, you thought that Pietro was a good uncle. He loved his niece and would do anything she asked of him. That said, he made sure to double check when the request seemed a little unadvisable because he’d faced his sister’s wrath enough to know that he didn’t want to do it again. When he’d taken Natalya to an amusement park one day instead of going to school, Wanda had raised hell and promised him that he would be banned from seeing Natalya for months if he ever did something like that again.

You consider asking Wanda if she’s okay with Pietro taking Natalya out, but you figure she won’t complain. The brunette’s birthday is only a couple of months away, and you and Wanda honestly haven’t talked about it much. Your daughter is not one who likes to have parties. She gets overwhelmed by having too much attention on her, and she prefers to have a night at home with family and a very special dinner. She enjoys having an excuse to eat her favorites and cook with her moms. Last year you let her watch a horror movie that Wanda had to sit through too, and that had been an experience in itself.

After telling Pietro that you think Nat would enjoy it, you sit down in your office with a sigh. You take out your food and stare at it for a bit before shaking your head. You’re not really hungry anymore for some reason, and you glance out the window with a small smile when you see how nice out it is. You decide sit outside for a while until you feel hungry, and you grab your phone before heading back downstairs.

You’re hoping the rest of the day will fly by because you can’t wait to get home.

Natalya’s waiting for her mom to pick her up from practice when she decides that she’s going to stand up to Stacy. It might just be because she’s angry and not in the presence of the blonde at the moment, but Nat thinks she can do it. She knows she can’t be like Taylor and threaten bullies without batting an eye, but she wants to try. She doesn’t really care if she gets in trouble at this point because what was going to happen to her? Now that the principal knew that Stacy had been bothering her for months, would she really be kicked out for retaliating?

As long as she didn’t do anything too extreme, and she didn’t instigate anything, she would be fine. Right? Taylor had left practice before she could ask her opinion, but she was almost sold on her idea by the time she sees her mom’s car pull up.

“Hi Natalya, how was practice?”

The entire ride home is spent chattering as Natalya just says anything that comes to mind. Everything but her new plan. She is almost done with 8th grade, and pretty soon she’ll be in high school. She doesn’t want to start those four years with Stacy still being on her ass. She’s not going to put up with it anymore. She’ll face her tormenter head on, even if it kills her.

“Mom’s home already?”

Wanda is a little surprised to see that you’re home before them, and she frowns when she realizes you’re not in the kitchen. Boone must be with you because Rogue is the only pet downstairs waiting for them when they arrive. Natalya pets him with a smile as she looks around curiously for her other mom. Wanda notes the few things of yours lying around that tell her that you were in a hurry. Your bag’s hanging on the hook by the door that only she and Nat use, you might put the dogs’ leashes there, but never any of your things. Next, she sees your shoes discarded behind the couch with Boone’s leash and his bed that you usually take with you to work.

“I’ll be right back to start dinner.”

Nat just nods as she sits down at the table and takes out her planner. She luckily only has a couple of assignments to complete tonight, and she’s hoping that she can get them done before dinner. She doesn’t notice as her redheaded mom goes upstairs and sticks her head in the bedroom. When she doesn’t find you taking a nap or in the bathroom, she figures that she knows where you are.

The stiffness in your back that started midday was still bothering you when you arrived home. It wasn’t your normal pain, at least not the same intensity, but the tingly feeling you got made you decide to try the weed that Yelena had gotten you. You head upstairs with Boone and go directly for the safe. A few minutes later, you have a joint and a lighter and you lead Boone to the third-floor deck where you can stretch out and try to feel better.

You know that Wanda will be back with Natalya soon, so you try to make it quick. This of course doesn’t happen, and even after almost half an hour you don’t feel like getting up and heading back downstairs. Once you finish the weed, you lie back down and let Boone jump up to sit on your feet. Your back still aches, but the drugs are definitely helping and you are almost asleep when your wife comes to find you.

Wanda notices the smell immediately after she opens the door to the deck on the third floor that you’ve taken to smoking on. She doesn’t see you immediately, but she can tell where you are by the appearance of Boone’s head over the couch when she opens the door. She quickly rounds the couch and sees that you’re sleeping curled up in a fetal position with a pillow held in your arms. She notices the lighter that tells her that her suspicions were right.

She’s reluctant to wake you, but she doesn’t want you to sleep too long now and then have trouble tonight. She also wants you at dinner so she gently reaches out for your shoulder after greeting Boone with a quick scratch.

“Y/n? Are you awake?”

By how fast your eyes open, Wanda realizes that you must not have been asleep yet and you’re quickly smiling as you roll onto your back and look up at your wife. You feel pleasantly high, but not overly so as you stare up at Wanda without making any effort to stand up.

“Hi, Wands. You’re back.”

Wanda just smiles at you as she nods and holds out her hand to help you sit up. You take it gratefully, and manage not to cringe as she helps pull you up so you’re leaning back against the couch. Your feet meet the floor and you turn to your dog with a smile before taking a deep breath.

“Is it dinner time?”

Wanda nods and you’re getting to your feet before she even opens her mouth. You are the kind of high that makes you very hungry, and you are willing to help however you can if it ensures that you eat sooner rather than later. Wanda isn’t in as much of a hurry though, and she catches your arm as you try to head back inside. You know what’s coming and you are glad that you can say that you’re feeling a little better. You’re hoping this will improve as the weed circulates through your system, but there’s only one way to find out.

“Are you feeling okay, detka?”

You take Wanda’s hand before kissing her cheek and then lips briefly as you try to lead her inside.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Wands. Just a little sore from earlier today, but I already feel better.”

Wanda just nods and she pays close attention to you as you walk inside with no obvious signs of pain. She’s happy with this for now, but she’ll continue to watch you as the night goes on. You stop at your bedroom on the way downstairs because you at least want to change clothes and brush your teeth so you don’t smell so badly of pot.

Natalya knows that you smoke because you didn’t see a reason to hide it from her. Wanda didn’t like the idea of lying to her about something that she could have to help you with at some point, so you both agreed to be open with your daughter. The brunette remembers when you were first diagnosed with your condition as well as the years after when you were going between various meds with limited success. Since starting on your most recent regimen, you’ve been doing much better, and Natalya has been able to relax a little.

She couldn’t help but be worried about her mom’s condition, and she easily picked up on when you were having good or bad days. She realized that today might be something in between because her redhead mom came downstairs alone first, but you appear only a few minutes later. Wanda is already in the kitchen heating up dinner when you head over toward your daughter to greet her.

“Hey, Little Nat, how was your day?”

Natalya’s careful as she hugs you back, and she smiles as you kiss the top of her head with a sigh. You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful and caring daughter and you are reminded of this once again as you briefly sit down next to her with a sigh.

“It was good. I caught everything in practice.”

You pat your daughter on the back with a proud smile before you glance to your wife in the kitchen. She’ll probably not need your help, but you’re against making her do everything all the time. You’re about to stand up when Natalya catches your attention with a quiet question. She looks to you with a frown as she drops her pencil and starts to put up her homework. She’s all finished, and she wanted to help make dinner since she was in a slightly better mood today.

“Feeling okay, Mom?”

When you nod and reassure Little Nat that you’re feeling good, you lead her to the kitchen to where Wanda’s putting something in the oven. She shoots both of you a wary look because you are one in the same when it comes to cooking. You can be very helpful, or you can be very hungry and try to sneak some snacks when Wanda’s back is turned. She can tell what mood you’re both in, and she heads to the fridge to grab some appetizers that she’d made just in case.

More often than not, she’ll have something for you, well mostly Natalya given you’re usually still at work, to tide her over until dinner. She can’t help but smile at your matching expressions, and she laughs before encouraging you both to eat.

“Go on. Once you’re finished you can help make the dessert.”

When both of your eyes light up in excitement, Wanda has to stop herself from teasing you two. She finds your obsession with food adorable even if it sometimes makes it difficult for her to keep your attention. You both nod, but only you respond with a mouthful of bruschetta.

“’ounds, good.”

When you and Wanda make it to bed that night, both dogs have opted to sleep downstairs so you’re completely alone. You are exhausted from your long day and the pain that you’d just gotten rid of, so you just want to go to sleep. That said, you can’t help but want to take advantage of the alone time you have with your wife. She’s sitting up in bed as she reads a book she’s been working on for a week. You smile up at her and how beautiful she looks from this angle in the lamplight. You’re already lying down because you’re near sleep, but your wife’s voice wakes you up a bit.

“I can feel you staring.”

Wanda continues to read as she says this and she waits until you roll over onto your stomach with a groan before shrugging in indifference.

“Sorry. You’re distracting me.”

Wanda frowns at this as she meets your bright, mischievous gaze with a skeptical one. She’s just been reading for the past 15 minutes because she wanted to finish this chapter before going to bed. She’s behind what she’d wanted to read for this week, but when she feels your hands sneak up her sides, she realizes she might have to catch up later.

“Really? How is that?”

Your hands have started to wander, and you sigh appreciatively at the feeling of your wife’s skin beneath your fingers. You slide closer to her so you can kiss where her shirt’s ridden up, and you respond between admiring the faint stretch marks. Your mind wanders to the time when your wife was pregnant years ago, and you can’t help but hum at the memory of how she’d looked. The sight of her round stomach and her thick thighs had practically turned you feral, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to touch.

“You’re just so pretty, my love. It’s really not fair.”

Any response Wanda has is lost as her breath hitches at the feeling of you kissing her stomach as your hands drift down to squeeze her thighs. Over the years she’d learned to accept her post-pregnancy body for what it was. At times you’d made her appreciate, even like it when you continued to love her and treat her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d only pouted about her new stretch marks or her fuller thighs for a couple of months before you’d convinced her that you loved her just the same, if not more because of how she looked. She tries to focus on your adoring hands and mouth as she sets her book on the bedside table and grasps for the lamp to turn it off.

“No, I want to see you.”

Wanda would argue if it weren’t for the fact that your whiny plea convinced her that you were serious. She takes a deep breath before reaching out to run a hand through your hair. Her nails tickle your scalp and you sit up with a smile before leaning in to meet her lips. You moan into the kiss as you consider how you’ll be able to please your wife while watching her every move. You bite your lip as you pull away and fiddle with the waist band of your wife’s shorts.

“Can I touch you, please?”

Wanda groans in response before she nods and spreads her legs a little so you can have better access. You don’t do what she expects, and you tug at her shirt with a smile before deciding that you want it off. You’re being a little greedy tonight, but your wife appeases you as always and slips her shirt off and tosses it aside with a knowing look. She smirks as she watches you take in the sight of her, and you groan under your breath before slipping your hand down her shorts.

“Ah, shit!”

Wanda takes a deep breath to try and keep quiet as your fingers tease her wet folds. Her hips jump as you circle her clit before you’re leaning in to kiss her breathless. Wanda’s hands go to your face to pull you close as you dip two fingers into her only to pull them out quickly. You smile against her lips when you hear her whine, but you only continue to tease her as her breath starts to quicken.

“Y/n.”

Her breathless tone takes away from her demand a bit, and you just smile before moving away to kiss your wife’s neck and chest until she’s squirming beneath you. Wanda’s face is flushed and she’s considering shoving your face between her legs when you wrap your lips around one of her nipples. She moans and arches her back as she squeezes her eyes shut and begs you to get on with it.

“Detka, please. Stop teasing.”

You only have to think about Wanda’s revenge for a second to acquiesce with an obedient nod of your head. You keep your mouth on her breasts as you finally push two fingers deep inside of your wife. You both moan in unison, and you quickly start curling them with each thrust to bring Wanda higher, faster. She starts to tremble as you insistently rub against the sensitive spot that makes her toes curl and her arousal pool into your hand. You curse in the brief moment that your mouth is unoccupied as you continue to kiss your wife’s heaving chest.

“Fuck, Wands.”

The sight of your wife laid out beneath you, back arched in pleasure as you continue to tease her is one you want to commit to memory. You’d consider recording her if you had a free hand, but you know Wanda might be too self-conscious to do this. Instead, you focus on her pinched features and her beautiful moans as you start to press your thumb against her clit.

“God, I’m—fuck!”

Wanda’s entire body twitches as she tries to close her legs when her pleasure becomes almost painful. She tenses in anticipation as you curl your fingers deeper and focus on the soft spot that makes your wife practically scream. She bites her lip and bucks her hips frantically as she starts to teeter over the edge. She gasps and starts shaking violently as you make her come so hard, she sees stars. She doesn’t realize she’s soaked your hand and the sheets, but you groan at the sight, and the sound of your wife’s strangled moan. You are glad that your daughter is a deep sleeper because you’re certain that Wanda would have woken her up otherwise.

You smile as you lean in to kiss your beautiful wife who’s still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. You pull your hand free and she shivers at the feeling but you just keep her focus on you as you moan into your wife’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I’m so fucking lucky.”

Wanda grasps at your arms and her hand falls to your wrist before she brings your hand toward her. You’re left a little dazed as your wife flips you over and straddles your waist. You grip at her hips with your free hand, but the other is in Wanda’s hold as she holds it against her lips. You moan and shift impatiently as Wanda sucks your fingers clean and your head swims at the sound of her moaning around them.

“I’m the lucky one, Y/n.”

Wanda is certain that she lucked out when she met you. Despite there being plenty of things in her past that she didn’t care for, she wouldn’t change any of them if there was even a small chance of losing you. All of her reckless, desperate decisions early on had led her to you one way or another, and she couldn’t be more grateful. She’s convinced that she wouldn’t have found anyone to settle down with if she hadn’t run into you that day. She still doesn’t think she deserves you, but after so many years of bringing her so much happiness, she’d be damned if she lost you.

Wanda kisses your palm before she runs her free hand under your shirt. You squirm at the feeling of her warm hand on your stomach and you’re about to ask her to take off your shirt when she starts to tug it over your head. You sigh in relief when it’s finally off, and you’re about to reach back out to your wife, but she grabs your hands and pins them above your head.

“What-?”

“It’s my turn now, detka, and I want you to keep your hands right here, okay?”

After having her way with you for over an hour, you’re barely able to move from the exhaustion you feel. It’s late you’re sure, but you can’t be bothered to glance at the clock as you hold tight to your wife. After a quick clean up, you two fell back into bed and you immediately pulled Wanda into your arms. She whined when you slid her toward the middle of the bed, but she settled quickly when you pulled her flush against your front and kissed her cheek.

The two of you fell asleep to the sound of rain hitting the window, and your last thought before losing consciousness was mud. Tomorrow’s game would be a muddy one.

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♡ Their Darling Is Trying To Hide Being A Yandere For Them ♡

(I Had no ideas for Sawyer for this one.)

You really do feel guilty about kidnapping Miriel, sure she's acting like she's okay with it, although she has pleaded for you to bring her her work laptop a few times so she can earn money for both of you and spoil you but you had no choice to kidnap her! She found your room dedicated to her and even though you know she's your soulmate, there's no way she would be okay with the shrine you have dedicated to her, sure if it was a different supernatural they wouldn't mind but your Miri was an elf and you were sure such a fragile supernatural wouldn't be able to handle your overwhelming affection.

"Babeeee, can you please untie me? How am I supposed to cuddle you like this?" You sobbed placing yourself on her lap on the chair you tied her to, why couldn't she just accept she was going to be here forever, you couldn't let her go, you just couldn't lose her!

It was a very bad idea to try to knock Eliza out and kidnap her, she definitely hated you now but what were you supposed to do, your Eliza wasn't very smart. You told her not to enter that room over and over again, you told her it was dirty and you needed to clean it but she went in anyways and well when you saw she had seen all the pictures you took of her you had to act quickly to keep her but she was much too quick and caught the metal pipe before it could slam into her head, she was definitely going to hate you now, you just knew it!

"Puppy?" She whimpered and you felt your heart drop for a moment, yeah she was never going to love you the same way again you were sure of it! Maybe you should try to knock her out again! You wanted to cover your ear so you didn't have to hear what she would say next, it would probably be about how she couldn't stand you anymore. "You were going to clean up all these photos of me? Why?"

Selene was... well frankly she was gross and you hated that you loved her so much. She could never know how much you thought about her, how badly you felt the need to constantly be attached to her side, you didn't even know why you liked her, she was just so... gross. But you really couldn't hold yourself back from obsessing over her which lead to you taking a lot of photos of her while she slept and while you were very sure she wasn't looking, you needed something to loo at when she went out on runs since you couldn't join her outside due to needing to pretend you really didn't want to be around her. It was extremely embarrassing how angry you felt hen she went out on runs and left you behind.

Leading you to today where you were crying in the closet with Selene trying to coax you out, she'd found your photos and had teased you for pretending not to love her for so long when she was staring point blank at evidence of your undeniable passion for her.

Kassien was your boss meaning strictly off limits to you so in order to cope with being unable to have her, you had to get creative at times, taking little pictures when you were sure she wasn't looking, snatching anything you could when she left her coat behind on a coat rack at work... threatening people who saw talking to her a bit too long through anonymous accounts. You made sure to never go in her office however, you didn't want to leave your scent behind in there, then it would be too obvious that you were obsessed with her and you would lose your job but you knew she'd be in meetings for a long time today so what would be the harm in going in there just for a bit to bask in the scent of her cologne, you thought about buying a bottle of it just so you could smell just like her but that might make you see crazy so you refrained. Still it was nice to sit at her desk for a second.

But then Kassien walked in and while you tried to dart under her desk to hide, she still saw you. Honestly you couldn't pay attention to anything she was saying, you just knew your entire life was over, you were going to get fired and you wouldn't be able to see the love of your life anymore, even as she spoke in a soft tone you just knew she was definitely judging you.

Nikki seemed very... oblivious to the way humans behaved which is how you knew you could get away with certain behaviors because it wasn't like she would know this was a creepy thing you were doing, she would just blame you being human on why you would constantly follow behind her everywhere she went glaring at anyone who approached her, there were things you kept hidden because you felt like a bad person for it, like threatening rivals or taking feathers that had shed from her wings and hiding them in a jar beneath the floor board, it was risky putting them there but knowing your collection was there for whenever she went to work made you feel safe and comfortable, as long as she never found out what was the harm in it. She did inevitably find out however...

"I'm so sorry! I know it was so creepy of me to collect your feathers! Please don't hate me!" You didn't want to look up at her as you heard her ruffle her wings, probably in anger, until you saw a bunch more of her feathers fall from them.

"I don't understand why you couldn't just ask, mate, is not asking for things a human trait?"

You felt really bad about drugging Nora at night but she had a tendency to get up in the middle of the night to do stuff, you didn't know what, and you just couldn't have your Nora wandering around at night and so you started to drug her food every night so you could make sure she slept straight through the night and couldn't leave you. You were very sure your entire relationship would be over if she ever found out, though you supposed if she did find out then you'd just have to kidnap her, kind of like what you were doing right now, you just hoped the ropes would hold her when she woke up.

"Don't worry Nora, your reason for living will keep you safe in our apartment!" Her eye twitched a little bit, you knew your Nora didn't like being tied up, she would prefer the bondage be used on you, but you had to keep her and she'd found out your little secret. It did not take long for her to break out of the ropes and tie you up instead, happily cuddling into your side.

You ran a fan account dedicated to the notorious serial killer in the city, an account you tied to keep under the radar, one because you didn't want her to gain a lot of fans and then you'd have to share just how amazing she was, and two because she was a supernatural and you were mostly sure you weren't her soulmate so you could only imagine what would happen if she saw someone who wasn't her soulmate vying for a spot that was supposed to be exclusive to her soulmate. Still you very much enjoyed taking pictures of her and just following her everywhere she went, getting off on watching you kill people. You almost wanted her to find you in the closet, it would be bliss to die by her hands.

"Please kill me gently." You closed your eyes waiting for her to butcher you but it didn't happen. Oh well you could make her regret not killing you when she had the chance so now you could kidnap her!

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A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman?

Ch. 6

We're back! A shorter chapter this time - much shorter, actually - but I hope y'all will forgive me with how it ends. That's right, we earn our rating this chapter! If smut is not your thing, stop at the double scene change line...

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Rating: M (smut)

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Coward was not normally a word used to describe Emma Nolan Jones. But when faced with being called that or a fool, she’d take coward every time.

Because only a fool would have remained in London or in the same house even, as Killian Jones after that kiss.

It had been…

No. She wouldn’t think about it. Because if she did, she’d feel guilty and ashamed.

She wasn’t supposed to feel like this about anyone, much less Killian. The most she had expected was a pleasant tingly feeling when she kissed whoever became her new husband, and to be completely unaffected otherwise. She couldn’t conceive of actual physical pleasure… but there had been when she and Killian kissed. In abundance.

Killian had kissed her. And she had kissed him back. And since then, she couldn’t stop imagining his lips all over her body. The nights were the worst. Lying in her large bed, alone, she burned until she’d finally fall into a restless sleep, only to dream about the wicked fantasies she was mostly able to keep at bay during the daylight hours.

No. It was wrong to fantasize about Killian. She would have felt awful feeling this kind of desire for anyone, but Killian…

He was Liam’s brother. Which made him her brother. She shouldn’t have kissed him.

Even if it had been the best kiss in her remembrance.

And that was why she’d chosen coward over fool. Because she did not trust herself to resist him.

She’d been back in Scotland for nearly a week now, trying to immerse herself in the mundane, day to day running of the large estate. There was always something to do - accounts to review and balance, visits to make - but instead of soothing her troubled spirit, it only made her feel more restless and unsettled, like something inevitable was coming and she was waiting on tenterhooks until it did. It had gotten to where she’d started taking daily walks around the estate. Walks that lasted for hours. She’d put on her most comfortable boots and trek around Kilmartin until she was utterly exhausted. Not that it helped her sleep any better, but at least she was trying.

She arrived back to the house just as the afternoon storm rolling in was beginning in earnest. Thankfully, only a fine mist had developed thus far and so she planned to indulge in some hot tea and perhaps some chocolate biscuits in her bedchamber. As soon as she entered the front hall, Davies the butler arrived to take her cloak.

“My lady?” he asked as she handed it to him. “You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” That was odd. The only people who’d visit Kilmartin had already removed themselves to Edinburgh or London for the season.

“Well, not precisely a visitor, my lady.”

Killian. It had to be. When he hadn’t chased her right away, she’d thought she’d been granted a reprieve. Apparently not.

“Where is he?”

“In the rose drawing room.”

“Has he been there long?”

“No, my lady.”

She nodded her dismissal and then turned and forced herself forward toward the drawing room. She really shouldn’t be dreading this so intensely. It was only Killian, after all.

Although, she rather suspected, he’d never be only Killian ever again.

She’d imagined their reunion a hundred times, imagined his words to her, planned her words to him - although now faced with the imminent prospect of saying them aloud, they sounded rather trite and inadequate. She was just going to have to make it up as she went along.

She stepped into the room to see him facing the window. Was he watching for her? He looked weary - his shoulders slightly slumped, his hair windswept. She couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips when she remembered that he sometimes preferred sitting out in the elements with the driver of the carriage for long journeys, feeling too closed in within its confines.

She didn’t speak. Not yet. He’d turn around in a moment anyway. For now she just needed to acclimate to his presence. To make sure her breathing and heart rate remained steady.

“Emma.”

He didn’t even have to turn around to sense her presence. She wasn’t surprised. He had a tremendous ability to always be aware of what was going on around him. He’d once told her it was how he survived the war. No one was able to sneak up on him.

“Yes.” The silence stretched long between them before Emma spoke again, unable to endure it. “I trust you had a pleasant journey?”

He turned to her and Emma caught her breath at his beauty. She’d been taken aback when she realized how handsome he was back in London, but here, he seemed more wild, untamed, elemental almost. Utterly dangerous to her soul.

“Yes, very much so.” Silence reigned again and Emma struggled not to fidget.

“Is everything alright in London?” she asked. Perhaps he had some practical reason for coming. Because if he didn’t, then he’d come simply for her and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he replied. “Though I do have some news.”

“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head slightly in inquiry.

“Will and Belle. The date of their nuptials has been moved quite a bit forward,” he informed her.

Emma was surprised and wondered what reason could have compelled them to do so.

“When?”

“Two weeks hence.”

Emma’s brows shot to her hairline. “Two weeks?!” she exclaimed.

Killian took a step toward her. “Two weeks,” he confirmed. “I thought you would like to know.”

He was moving closer to her and in her shock, Emma was finding it hard to draw a deep breath.

“I do appreciate your thoughtfulness in coming here to tell me.” He continued taking slow, methodical, measured steps toward her. Emma cast around for something, anything, else to say. Anything to distract him, and herself, from his projected path toward her. “Will you be staying long?”

Another step. He was halfway across the room now. “I haven’t decided. It depends.”

“On?”

“On you,” he said softly.

She knew what he meant. Or she thought she did. But what happened in London was the very last thing she desired to talk about, so she pretended to misunderstand.

“Don’t be silly,” she chided him. “Kilmartin is yours. You can come and go as you please. I have no control over you.”

“Do you really believe that?” He’d halved the distance between them again.

“I- I’ll have a room prepared for you,” she blurted out. “Which would you prefer?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he informed her, taking yet another step toward her.

“The earl’s chamber, then,” she said, her heart racing and well aware that she was babbling. “It’s only right. I’ll move down the hall, or to another wing.” She was mumbling by the time she finished and he took another step, now standing right in front of her.

“That may not be necessary.” His words were whispered. She could feel his warm breath across her lips. Her eyes snapped up to his. Surely he wasn’t suggesting… he didn’t really think their kiss in London meant that he could avail himself of the connecting doors between the earl and countess’ bedchambers? Did he?

“Close the door,” he commanded, gesturing to the open door behind her with his chin.

“I’m not sure…” she began.

“I am.” His voice was low, steel wrapped in the softest velvet. “Close it.”

She did. She didn’t know exactly why she did, but she did. And the moment her hand left the knob, she hurried to the other side of the room, putting some much needed space - and the room’s entire seating group - between them. He looked at her, raising his eyebrow, but he looked more amused than annoyed.

“I have given matters quite a bit of thought since you left London,” he informed her. Emma swallowed hard. She had done the same, but there was hardly any point in mentioning it. “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

“No!” she blurted out. “Of course not! There was no reason…”

“But now that I have… now that we have…”

Damn. He wasn’t going to allow her to pretend that she wasn’t every bit a participant in it as he was.

“Now that we have,” he repeated, the intensity of his gaze making her catch her breath, “I’m sure you understand everything has changed.”

“Of course,” she murmured, trying to ignore the way her breath hitched. He moved to the sofa and gripped the top until his knuckles were white. Was he nervous? She looked back at his face and noticed the tightness around his lips and then the way his eyes skittered away from hers for a moment. She’d never seen him nervous before. The suave, debonair gentleman she knew had never been nervous a moment in his life.

“As I said, I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought,” he continued, “and I’ve come to a conclusion that may seem a bit odd at first, but I really believe it is the best course of action.”

As she watched him and waited for him to tell her whatever his conclusion was, her heartbeat slowed back to a normal rhythm. Misery may love company, but so did anxiety, and seeing him so ill at ease about their shared moment, made her feel marginally better, knowing at least that he had not been unaffected.

“I believe that we should be married.”

What?

Her lips parted.

What?

And then she finally said it out loud. “What?”

Not I beg your pardon, not excuse me, not even I’m sorry? I must have misheard. Simply What?

“Be married,” he repeated, completely serious. “If you will listen to my reasons, I’m sure you’d agree.”

“Are you mad?”

He seemed a bit taken aback at her question. “I… don’t believe so, no,” he confirmed, shaking his head, looking just a little puzzled.

“I can’t marry you, Killian.”

“Why not?”

She must look like a fish out of water, simply gaping at him. If she hadn’t heard it out of his own mouth, with her own ears, she never would have believed it. It was one thing to want, to feel desire, but it was another thing entirely to contemplate holy matrimony. This had truly knocked her world off its axis.

“I… I just… can’t!” she exclaimed. “Surely you, of all people, can see how utterly insane this is!”

“I will allow when it first came to me, I had much the same reaction,” he said, mildly. “But again, if you’ll listen to my arguments, I believe you’ll agree.”

She could think of nothing else to say. When she didn’t move or speak again, Killian took a step forward and began ticking off his reasons on his fingers. “You won’t have to move. You will retain your title and position.” He glanced up at her, his eyebrow raised in inquiry of her thoughts. He may have a valid, two valid points so far, and she could admit it would make things most convenient, but they were hardly a reason to marry Killian…

“You will enter into the marriage knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that you’ll be cared for and respected,” he continued. “The season is designed to make matches, but you don’t really know a person until you’ve lived with them. And we’ve been close friends for years. No one knows me like you do, and I daresay I know you like no one else.”

She could see his point, but with this proposal, she questioned just how well she knew Killian Jones. It just didn’t seem possible that he conceived of this preposterous idea.

“I will give you children,” he said softly. His words made her die a little inside and she couldn’t contain the quiet whimper that passed her lips. “Or at least, I will try.”

Now his words brought something to life inside her, pictures forming in her mind that had no business being there in the first place. Hot, sweaty bodies and moans of passion. She shut those images down immediately and asked a question of her own.

“What will you gain?”

He looked almost startled at her inquiry, but quickly schooled his features. “I’ll have a wife who has been running my estates for years. I’m not so proud as to refuse your far superior knowledge.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. Why she blushed at his praise and not at the mention of the creation of children, she’d never know.

“Again, as I said, I believe no one on earth knows me as well as you do, and I you, in addition to the trust between us,” he said. “I know you would never stray.”

“Of course not,” she murmured, remembering a similar conversation four years ago. She spun away from him and placed her hands over her ears. “I can’t. I can’t hear anymore. I can’t think about this, Killian. Not now. I’m going upstairs. I’ll have to talk to you about it tomorrow.”

She stood up straight and took one step toward the door when he grasped her arm. His touch was light, but his strength held her fast. She couldn’t move.

“Wait.” His voice was a whisper. She wasn’t facing him, but she could see his face in her mind’s eye. The way his dark hair skirted over his brow, the scruff that lined his jaw, the blue, blue eyes the same color as a perfect summer sky. And his lips. His perfectly shaped, full lips. The ones that almost always wore the supremely devilish expression, as if he were the keeper of all kinds of wicked secrets. Secrets mere mortals knew nothing about.

His hand traveled up her arm to the curve of her shoulder and then to her neck, running his fingers lightly over her skin until they reached her earlobe and then back down again, leaving chill bumps in their wake.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. And then he did.

“Don’t you want another kiss?”

He didn’t know when he realized he would have to persuade her. He’d tried to appeal to her practicality and good sense, and it wasn’t working. It couldn’t be about emotion, because that was one-sided.

So it would have to be about passion.

And from her response to his kiss in London, he knew she wanted him. And, oh God, he wanted her. More than he’d ever believed possible. This was the only way he’d be able to claim her, to make her his. In a way she could not deny. Words, thoughts, and ideas she could talk herself out of. But leaving his imprint on her physically, a part of him would always be with her. And she would be his.

She slipped out from beneath his fingers and put a few steps between them.

“Don’t you want another kiss, Emma?” he murmured, stalking her with predatory grace.

“I- it was a mistake…” she stammered. She backed up a step, but was stopped by the sofa.

“Not if we marry.”

“I can’t marry you, Killian,” she said, a note of pleading in her voice. “You know that.”

He took her hand and idly rubbed the skin with his thumb. “I really don’t. Why do you think we can’t marry?”

“Because I… you… you’re you.”

“True,” he replied, lifting her hand and pressing his lips to the center of her palm. Then his tongue darted out and traced the veins under the skin of her wrist. “And right now, for the first time in a very long time, there’s no one I’d rather be.” He looked up through his lashes to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth hanging slightly open, her eyes unblinking as he moved up towards her elbow, leaving soft, teasing kisses.

“Killian,” she moaned, taking a deep breath.

“Killian, no, or Killian, yes?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.

A keening whimper escaped her lips and Killian smiled.

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“Fair enough,” he replied, nudging her chin until her head lolled back, exposing the long expanse of her neck. He proceeded to ravish the skin there. His lips, teeth, and tongue leaving not an inch of skin ignored.

He moved down from her neck to her chest, to the edge of the bodice of her dress and grasped it with his teeth. Emma gasped, but she didn’t tell him to stop, so he pulled, pulled, and pulled until her breast spilled out. God, he loved women’s fashions.

“Killian?”

“Shhhhh,” he admonished her. He didn’t want to answer any questions. He didn’t want her thinking coherently enough to ask one. He ran his tongue along the newly exposed skin and circled the tip before blowing gently on it. He reached up and cupped her in the palm of his hand. He’d touched her through her clothing before, but nothing compared to the feel of her naked weight in his hand. “Shall I kiss you?” he asked. He was taking an enormous risk asking the question. Every time he did, gave her the opportunity to change her mind. He may have resigned himself to seducing her, but he couldn’t do it without at least one word of assent from her. “Shall I?” he asked again, this time blowing gently on the turgid flesh to sweeten the deal.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes, please, Killian!”

“As you wish,” he murmured before covering her with the warm cavern of his mouth. He poured all his years of passion and desire onto her breast, leaving love bites all over her skin before soothing them with his tongue.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned, arching into him. Her fingers plunged into his hair and held him to her, not that he was complaining. Oh, no. Not at all. His mouth continued to make love to her breast as he lifted her to sit on the back of the sofa. Her legs spread for him and he stepped in between them, never halting his ministrations.

Pure joy surged through him as he continued loving her. He’d despaired of ever holding her, of ever making love to her, and now here she was, soft, warm, and trembling in his arms. He loved that he could do this to her. Make her a slave to her own needs and desires. She was normally so strong, so cool and composed, but right now, she was simply and purely his.

Her gasps and moans became louder and more frequent as his hands worked their way steadily upward. First, he gripped her ankles, then slid them up her calves until he grasped her knees. Now they slowed as he pushed the skirt of her dress further up her thighs, exposing the creamy expanse of skin he lightly ran his fingers over. Her dress still fell between her legs, hiding her most intimate spot from his gaze as he pulled back from her slightly. Just enough to see the effect his lovemaking had on her.

He inhaled sharply at the breathtaking sight. Her skin was flushed a rosy hue, her eyes the dark green of a forest glen at midnight and half lidded in her desire. Her lips were swollen and a deep red from his kisses, her golden tresses mussed and framing her face like a halo.

“You like it.” It was a statement, not a question and Killian was pleased when she could manage nothing more than a shaky inhale and affirmative bob of her head. “Would you like to hear it? Would you like me to tell you everything I want to do to you?”

There he was again, giving her the opportunity to change her mind. Her countenance told him she was too far gone for refusal to even enter her mind. But he still needed her yes, every step of the way. He knew the chances she’d regret this after the fact were pretty decent, but he didn’t want her to be able to say, even to herself, that she didn’t agree, that she wasn’t a full partner in any of this.

“You used to ask me all the time,” he murmured in her ear, in between open mouth kisses on her neck. “‘Tell me something wicked, Killian,’ you’d say. But I never would. A gentleman never kisses and tells, after all. I always left you outside the bedroom door. But not now. Oh, no. Not now, Emma. Would you like me to tell you? Hmmm?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

Killian smiled wickedly and inhaled deeply through his nose, her scent of vanilla and lavender filling his sinuses.

“I’d hardly know where to start,” he whispered into the skin of her neck. “I think I might need to start here,” he murmured, kissing down the slope of her neck to her chest. He sucked a mark into the swell of her breast and the sound that passed her lips - he’d never be able to describe it - set him on fire.

“But it wouldn’t be enough, would it?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, “For either of us. So I’d have to leave your delectable breasts to kiss you here.” He pressed his thumbs into the softness of her inner thighs.

She gasped.

“And then here.” Now he moved his hands higher on her thighs to caress the crease between her legs and torso. “Yes, I think you would enjoy a kiss here. Oh, but not just one. Many. And you’d probably enjoy them almost as much as I’d enjoy giving them.”

A keening whimper fell from her lips and Killian almost lost himself.

“And finally…” his voice was only a whisper now, fraught with need, “I’d kiss you here.” His fingers found the center of her femininity and began stroking, the wetness collected there bathing his fingers with her essence. Emma clung to him, her hands clutching his biceps as her hips rocked into his touch. “I truly don’t know how long I’d spend here. Pleasuring you. Bringing you to the heights of ecstasy. You might not want me to stop. I don’t know if I’d ever want to stop. Do you want me to stop?” A broken moan burst from her at his question. “Do you?” He stopped the motion of his fingers, but left them exactly where they were. He pulled back just slightly to allow her some room to look at him before giving her answer.

Her pupils were completely blown with arousal, only the thinnest rim of green surrounding them. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breath stuttered and her chest heaved as she tried to draw in a deep breath.

“Do you?” he asked again.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she shook her head in the negative.

“Say it, Emma,” he urged her. “I want to hear the words.”

“No, Killian,” she finally breathed. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His heart leapt.

“Then I’d better get busy.”

He began with her neck, kissing down the exposed slope to the swell of her breast. He pulled the edge of her dress again, freeing her other breast from its confines and sucked a matching mark to the first into its swell. He lifted her from the back of the sofa, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the arm. Once he sat her upon it, he fell to his knees and worked his way up both her legs, kissing, sucking, and biting, until he found himself at the apex of her thighs and she was completely exposed to his sight. He hummed with delight and flicked his tongue out to taste. The gasp that passed her lips made his heart sing. He licked and laved, capturing every drop that coated her folds, his own moan of delectation pressed against them. He brought her to the brink and pulled back. A groan of disappointment burst from her lips, but for this, their first time together, he wanted to feel her around him when she fell.

His hands shook as he opened his breeches. Emma’s eyes opened, still hazy with passion, and they widened when she saw him exposed.

“I need you, Emma,” he said huskily.

She nodded once, quickly, and fell down to the seat of the sofa, bringing him with her until he covered her. They moved together toward the other arm until they were stretched out completely, Killian cradled in between her thighs. He pushed her dress back up to her waist and entered her. She was so wet and ready for him, she swallowed him whole, until he reached the opening of her womb. She gasped at the intrusion, but clung to him with all her might.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, desperation coloring his words.

She shook her head, still beyond speech, but the motions of her body told him exactly what she needed. She lifted her hips to meet his in the timeless dance of passion. Each of them was so ready, it was only moments before her walls fluttered around him and they both exploded in ecstasy.

As they came down, Killian realized that he’d been nothing but a green lad, no matter that he couldn’t count the number of women he’d slept with. Because it had never been like this.

Those had been his body.

This was his soul.

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Thank you for reading and sharing! Next chapter will be up Tuesday night before I go to bed.

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