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deliciousangelfestival · 22 hours

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The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 3

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

Chap 1, Chap 2 , Chap 3 ,-

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You scoffed, “Are you willing to wait until school is over? As you can see, I have to teach my precious students.”

Bucky smirked. This was the first time you had seen him smile. You had to admit he was handsome. Victoria must be proud, as Bucky was way out of her league.

But you didn't want to get close to him since he was already your step-sister's fiancé. Perhaps he had the same character as her.

Bucky interrupted your thoughts, “You don't have to worry since the principal has given you permission to leave after this class.”

Unbeknownst to you, before he entered your class, Andre had brought him to the principal's office. Bucky had bribed the principal with cigars.

For the first time, Andre saw his principal, who usually wore a flat expression from the stress of dealing with delinquent students, laugh heartily as he picked up the cigars. “Haha… of course. Miss Sinclair needs a day off.”

Clueless about Bucky's deal with the principal, you raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting the principal to give you a day off so easily.

Half a day without dealing with the delinquents wasn't a bad idea. As you rose from your seat, you issued a directive, "Fine. Let's go."

You pointed towards the hallway and added, "And stick close to me. It's like a jungle out there."

As Bucky followed behind you, he soon realized the context of your warning. The students erupted in cheers, though the intent behind their vocalizations remained ambiguous, potentially constituting either catcalls or attempts to provoke offense.

"You've got a rich sugar daddy, miss," one student jeered, while another offered unsolicited advice, "Dude, run while you still have the chance."

A misguided attempt at physical interaction occurred when one student attempted to bump into Bucky, prompting him to sidestep, causing the student to stumble and fall.

"Dude, what the heck?" the surrounding students exclaimed in confusion.

"Pardon me," Bucky politely interjected as he maneuvered away from the scene.

Observing the exchange, you addressed the student, Mark, with a pointed remark, "That's what you get."

In response, Mark displayed a gesture of defiance, raising his middle finger, to which you reciprocated in kind.

Witnessing the interaction between you and your students, Bucky noted your lack of fear, interpreting your demeanor as assertive and resilient.

“RINNNGG!”

Break time was over, and it was time for the students to return to their classrooms. However, none of them made a move.

You understood the reason; they knew you were leaving.

Standing near the school door, you raised your right arm and held up three fingers.

“If I count to three and you guys are still here, I'll make all of you fail my class,” you warned them, your tone firm and commanding.

“We'll make you viral, b*tch! This is unfair,” Mark protested.

“Try me. One…” You began the countdown, your voice echoing through the hallway, your expression steely.

Before you could even say “two,” the students scattered, rushing back to their classrooms in a panic.

Bucky watched in awe, though he didn't verbalize it. Instead, he gave you an impressed look, admiration evident in his eyes.

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “Like I said before, devil spawn.”

Bucky chuckled and held the door open for you, a gesture of respect and acknowledgment of your authority.

💋💋💋💋💋

He brings you to a luxurious café, seemingly inspired by Moroccan design. The place features intricate tiles, arched doorways, and rich colors. Elegant furniture, soft lighting, and comfortable seating create a warm atmosphere.

It had been a long time since you visited a place like this, reminiscent of times before you were kicked out by your stepmother.

Opting for the cheapest drink on the menu, you ordered a cold brew, not wanting to owe him anything more than necessary.

Your drink arrived promptly, and you tasted it. The taste of the coffee made you forget about the shitty cafeteria coffee you just had. Compared to you, who ordered a simple drink, Bucky's was unique.

His coffee was prepared right before him, with the server announcing, “We have prepared your coffee cup, sir.”

Bucky nodded graciously. “Thank you.”

“You're very welcome, sir,” the server replied before departing. “Enjoy.”

Bucky savored his coffee with an air of elegance, his movements precise and refined. You couldn't help but notice that he had been wearing leather gloves this whole time.

Taking a sip of your drink, you asked, “So… What do you want to talk about?”

Bucky set down his drink and met your gaze with his calm, cold demeanor.

“It's about last night,” he began, his expression unreadable as he spoke.

You grumbled, “Oh my god. Are you going to sue me for sexual harassment? I'm sorry. It's a bad habit of mine, doing something without thinking. Please don't sue me. I don't have the money to hire a lawyer.”

Bucky struggled to follow your rapid speech. “No, calm down. I won't sue you. It's just…” He paused, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

Or did Victoria cry to Bucky and ask him to teach you a lesson? You couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say next.

“I have this disorder, Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD). The symptoms include being overly sensitive to sensory input, including touch,” he explained, his gaze shifting to observe your reaction.

“No judgment here. I've encountered various cases of trauma from my students,” felt relieved a bit you reassured him, trying to offer some comfort.

“Thank you for understanding,” Bucky replied gratefully. “When someone touches me without my consent, I will vomit or I will faint.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Shit.” Guilt washed over you as you began to fully comprehend the impact of your actions.

Bucky confessed, “The weirdest thing is, when you touched me, kissed me, my body didn't have any reaction.”

You lifted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“I went to different psychologists, tried many medicines, doctors, meditations, but none of them worked. Except you. A stranger that I've never met,” Bucky elaborated.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still trying to process the revelation.

Bucky then removed his leather gloves and called the waitress over. “You. Come here.”

The waitress approached, curious about Bucky's request. “Yes, sir?”

Bucky extended his bare hand. “Shake my hand.”

The waitress, unsure of the situation, complied and shook Bucky's hand.

In an instant, Bucky grabbed a nearby bucket and began to vomit.

The waitress and you were both shocked. Bucky, who had been calm and composed moments ago, now appeared pale and sickly in just a matter of seconds.

Could what he said really be true?

Bucky wiped his mouth and apologized to the waitress, his tone sincere. “I'm sorry. Please don't be offended. It's not because of you. I hope the tips my secretary will give you could cheer you up.”

The waitress, still unsure of what just happened, responded hesitantly, “Ah, thank you?”

Bucky's secretary appeared seemingly out of nowhere and began conversing with the waitress, diverting her attention.

Left alone with Bucky, he raised his hand again, as if asking for your right hand. Confused, you offered your hand, which he gently took and held in his.

You thought it might have been a mistake, but Bucky showed no reaction. He closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for something to happen. There was no rapid heartbeat, no sweating, and no urge to vomit.

He opened his eyes and saw you looking thoughtful. “Thank you for your patience and trust.”

You replied, “Ehm, glad to help.”

“My predictions were correct. You could be the answer to my disorder. I will make you a generous offer,” Bucky stated. His voice tone sounded like happiness is in it.

"Really?" You could ask for money for your grandmother's surgery. After you were kicked out of the house, you lived with your grandmother from your mother's side. After your mother died, your father stopped sending money to your grandmother.

Bucky nodded, his expression serious.

You hesitated. "Wait. Does Victoria know about this?"

Bucky shook his head. “Besides my parents, only you know about this.”

“Both of you are going to get married, and you didn't want to share the truth?” you questioned. Poor Victoria, the man she will marry, has a cold heart.

You were supposed to be the bad guy, glad that she would receive her karma. But why did this remind you of something?

He went silent. The thought of marriage with Victoria irked Bucky. He pulled on his leather hand gloves again and rested his hand on the table. He looks like he's discussing a business deal worth billions.

“The truth is, I saw this marriage as a business deal. I don't have the desire to have a heart-to-heart conversation with your stepsister. And from what I've seen of her, it's better if I don't talk to her about my disorder,” Bucky explained.

His tone was cold, sending a shiver down your spine. No wonder the Barnes family had been successful conglomerates for so long—they knew how to get what they wanted.

But there was something you didn't agree with. “I want to help you,” you stated.

Bucky visibly lightened up at your words.

You crossed your arms tightly, a frown creasing your brow. “But after what you said to hide it from your fiance, you reminded me of my father. A man of few words. A hero in business, but a failure in family.”

Your father, Jonathan, lived and breathed for money. He left everything about the household to your mom, while the families’ businesses thrived. But after your mother died, her family's business went bankrupt, and he didn't offer much help.

You didn't want to assist another man who reminded you of your dad.

Placing a dollar bill on the table to pay for your drink, you stood up abruptly. “I hope you find a cure, but I won't be the one to help you. Thank you and goodbye.” You grabbed your coat and started walking away.

Bucky hadn't expected you to reject him. And what's more outrageous is you're comparing him with your father. Bullshit.

He scoffed, his fingers tapping the table in frustration. No one had ever said no to him before.

He turned around and saw your back. “What if I raise my offer? Your childhood home and Velari into your hands?”

Your foot stopped before you reached the door. How did he know your deepest desire? The home you got kicked out of was the treasure from your mom. That beautiful home was designed by her; she was a designer.

And Velari, the fashion brand built by your mother, was now occupied by Celestial Enterprises, owned by Genevieve. It was your birthright to inherit your mother's work, but that other woman and her devil spawn were able to kick you out.

Lost in your daydream, you didn't realize Bucky was standing before you. “Do you like that deal?”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief in your eyes. A sly smile played on your lips as you reached out and gently took his hand in yours.

Bucky felt a sudden surge of heat as your fingers intertwined with his.

You lifted his leather-clad right hand and brought it closer to your lips. Gently, you pressed a kiss against it. "With an offer like that, I might just be tempted to give you more than just my hand."

The gesture made Bucky shiver, though he didn't feel any disgust. This feeling was completely different from what he experienced last night.

From this moment, he knew you're a natural seducer, and he was playing with fire.

Author Note: I had goosebumps writing the last part. I hope you like this chapter. 💓💋

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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F1 MASTERLIST

MAX VERSTAPPEN

that funny feeling - max verstappen soft-launches you.

do i wanna know? - max verstappen dates tony stark's daughter.

champion of the world - rumors spread around about you and max breaking up. (sainz!reader)

call it what you want - max verstappen proposes. (ricciardo!reader)

to keep me warm - he ends up dating a superstar. (singer!reader)

the last time - you wanted to be his priority, is that to much to ask? (indie-actress!reader)

invisible strong - (ex-driver!reader) (prema racing team principal!reader)

she's poison - your relationship is exposed and no one believes that max is dating you. (it-girl!reader)

down in florence, alabama - daniel ricciardo's sister gets cheated on by carlos sainz. she heals and dates max.

you won't forget me - max verstappen attends an event - coincidentally his ex girlfriend plays her new song.

monopoly go - he attacks you on monopoly. you find him on facebook. turns out he's hella famous.

blue bannisters - domestic bliss. (short)

FERRARI BOYS

i love you in the morning - charles leclerc and his racer girlfriend.

violets for roses - you break up then get back again. (neurosurgeon!reader)

jasmine wind - toto doesn't approve of your boyfriend. (wolff!reader)

they don't know about us - charles gets online hate. (singer!reader)

foolish one - your relationship gets exposed in the weirdest way. (verstappen!reader)

tolerate it - you break up with charles and date max.

no time to die - after a messy breakup with charles leclerc. you resort to feuding with him online. in where, he hates your guts.

archer - after a series of instagram posts - your ex-friend fabricates screenshots that almost end your career. (singer!reader) (reputation themed)

nothing else matters - the internet hates you

is it over now? - you reminisce about a relationship that wasn't meant to be.

who could ever leave me, darling? - carlos sainz supports you. (singer!reader)

lover boy - carlos gets jealous when someone hits on you. (lawyer!reader)

lucky one - you get attacked by paparazzi's and carlos goes into full protective mode. (actress!reader)

old money - carlos meets your parents, while twitter discovers your identity. (heiress!reader)

the last time - you date carlos after dating max. (actress!reader)

don't need no side chick - you release a song about him.

ibalik ang korona sa espanya - filipina reader who studies in UST.

we would've been - carlos sainz' childhood friend

smart sexy lacy - three years after that horrible breakup with charles leclerc; now you're dating his teammate. what happens when certain deals are levied upon you? will you follow through or go back to what you're used to?

three billion, you're the one - you create a song after breaking up with carlos. (singer!reader)

take her home - he meets a woman on the internet and dates her. (doctor!reader)

sparks - carlos sainz dates a girl that he used to babysit.

RANDOM

drug - toto wolff meets his girlfriend's parents. (horner!reader)

only a genius - toto wolff gets jealous. (actress!reader)

i love that man - toto wolff is dating an ex model.

what was i made for - you are toto wolff's ex wife, and the internet tries to push you back into each other's arms. (model!reader)

killer queen - the formula one grid love your food. (chef!reader)

i can see you - you try to keep the relationship a secret with daniel. (redbull-admin!reader)

mastermind - Ms. L/N turns to Mrs. L/N. In which, you ponder where you've been - and where you are now.

she's random - kimi raikkonen is dating the most unhinged girl in existence. (singer!reader)

beat poetry - kimi raikkonen dates a girl who's basically lana del rey. (singer!reader)

the most beautiful girl - after a decade long hiatus, you return with kimi as your husband.

hectic inside - lando norris finds love in monaco.

best friend - Lando has a crush on you, and everyone knows it.

Set in an au universe. I don't do smut in this, only fluff and blurbs. All scenes and blurbs that are written are not related to their real life - if by some reason, it seems related - that is coincidental. I don't tolerate sexualizing the f1 drivers.

I strictly do social media aus.

#f1 social media au #formula one social media au #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader

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nataliawrites · 1 year

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Sweeter Than Revenge // Toto Wolff

Toto Wolff x Verstappen!Reader

Toto Wolff was a perfectionist. He demanded nothing but the best. He refused to settle for second or third. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get what he wanted.

That’s where you come in. Some would call you a jack of all trades. Despite your relatively young age, you had graduated at the top of your Oxford class with a Doctorate in Engineering Science — specializing in automotive and mechanical engineering — and a Masters in Strategy and Innovation. Your thesis on exploiting friction and wind resistance instead of battling against it caught the eye of numerous car manufacturers, all wanting to snatch up the mind behind the innovate approach that could revolutionize the industry.

But when Formula 1 teams joined the fray for your employment, your mind was made up the second you saw the email from the Mercedes-AMG Petronas team principal himself. The exorbitant salary, company car, and executive position Toto was offering you were benefits but they paled in comparison to the opportunity to do the one thing you had been waiting for since you permanently left home at 18 years old — prove the people that you had once called family wrong.

Growing up as the eldest child of Jos Verstappen and half-sister to Max Verstappen was anything but sunshine and rainbows. Constantly in the shadow of your younger brother. Always ignored in favor of your father’s golden son. Never receiving approval or the affection you desired after the loss of your mother. Always an afterthought to racing.

When you moved to an entirely different country, merely a teenager yourself, the only communication you received from your family was a text message from Jos reminding you “not to embarrass the family name” a few months after you started university. So you powered forward, completely alone in a foreign country and forced to work two jobs on top of school, but finding solace in your studies.

Now, as you hit send on your response to Toto Wolff, all of your struggles were going to pay off.

Not long after, you were invited to formally meet the team and sign all the necessary paperwork in the beginning of the offseason. You made the drive to Brackley and smoothed your power suit before entering the team’s technology center. A composed receptionist took your name before guiding you down the halls lined with moments and memorabilia from team history and leaving you in front of a door with a steel “Toto Wolff” nameplate on it.

You took a moment to collect yourself and rapped your knuckles against the solid wooden door, turning the handle when a deep accented voice from within the office told you to enter. The Austrian, who painted an imposing picture behind his desk, rose to greet you with a firm handshake. You quickly realized that he was tall and fit and, despite how hard you tried to keep your mind professional, extremely handsome.

“Dr. Verstappen, it’s great to finally meet you,” Toto motioned for you to sit down across the desk from him.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wolff. I am so grateful for this opportunity.”

“The pleasure is ours. We are very excited to have you onboard this coming season. And, please, call me Toto.”

“Then you must call me Y/N. And while we’re on the topic of names, I’m sure you’ve noticed mine.”

Toto leaned back in his leather chair, “a funny coincidence to be sure. I hope that doesn’t mean you cheer for Red Bull.”

You hid a wince at his joking tone, “about that … it’s not exactly a coincidence. Max Verstappen is my brother. Half-brother if you want to get technical.”

You continue as you see him about to speak, “let me assure you that this will have no negative impact on my work with you. If anything, it will make me work harder towards the team’s success. I don’t exactly go around making this public knowledge, but my childhood was not the best and I haven’t spoken to my brother or my father since I first moved out at 18. They never supported me or showed that they cared about me. I’m doing this for myself. I’m going to help Mercedes win to prove them wrong.”

Your heart pounded out of your chest as Toto impassively stared into your soul. “I believe you.” A breath you didn’t even realize you were holding rushed out in relief. “I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Jos Verstappen and what you’ve told me does not exactly come as a surprise.”

“Thank you, Toto. I promise you won’t regret it. We’ll get Mercedes back on top.”

“I am counting on it. Welcome to the team.”

You spent the rest of the off-season working more often than not, applying the research your Doctorate was built on to the car and optimizing it as much as possible. You spent your days working closely with the engineering team and both Lewis Hamilton and George Russell, gathering as much data as possible before you flew out to pre-season testing. Your evenings were usually taken up by Toto, the both of you workaholics who stayed far past the time that everyone else had left, typically discussing strategy and your mutual loathing of Red Bull over dinner that was ordered into the office.

The attraction that you felt upon first meeting your boss grew more and more as you got to know him better. While his handsomeness certainly didn’t hurt, his intelligence and passion truly did it for you. His age didn’t bother you — boys your age certainly left something to be desired — but you refused to be known as the woman who slept her way to the top (despite how unfair and inaccurate that would be) in a heavily male dominated field. So you used all your willpower to stay professional and prayed that Toto didn’t notice when you would gaze at his lips or his forearms or his chest in that famous button up shirt for a bit longer than strictly appropriate.

There was no way that Toto Wolff could possibly reciprocate your feelings so your resolved to keep them tightly bottled up.

He had a different idea.

You were in Toto’s office to mark your last dinner before flying to Bahrain for pre-season testing, lightly talking over a bottle of wine, when he abruptly set down his glass and looked resolutely down at you. “Tell me if I’ve misread the situation,” he pushed your plates to the side, uncaring, as he reached out to pull you across the desk and towards him.

You seized up in shock but melted as he crashed his lips to yours.

You gathered what little common sense you had remaining to detach yourself from him, “Toto, we can’t.”

His eyes went guarded, “Do you not feel the same way?”

“No but-“

“Then why?”

“Because you’re my boss! Because even the thought of this is unprofessional! Because it can ruin both of us!”

“But you want this.” He said it as a statement.

“Of course I do,” you deflate. “But we can’t-“

“And I want this too. I want you. You are strikingly intelligent and incredibly beautiful. We are both consenting adults and the team does not have a fraternization policy. There is no reason we must suffer in restraint.”

He takes both of your hands, engulfing then with his large ones before continuing, “you have been taking care of yourself for so long. Now, let me take care of you.”

You were extremely thankful the next morning that you accepted Toto’s offer to join him on his private jet instead of flying commercial charter with the rest of the team. At least this way he had time to drop you off at your apartment so you could pick up your luggage on the way to the airport without having to rush.

The other perks were pretty nice too. If you had told your younger self that you would be joining the Mile High Club with Toto Wolff on a private jet heading to Bahrain for the start of the Formula 1 season, you would have laughed in your own face (and then tried to work out the physics of how you time traveled to see your younger self in the first place).

Once in Bahrain, you jumped into the beautiful chaos that is the F1 season head first. Mercedes started off on a much higher note than last year and the mood around the garage remained light as the team kept the momentum going. It quickly became common to see 1-2 Mercedes finishes or at the very least both Mercedes drivers on the podium as the optimized car and your unorthodox strategies gave them the extra edge.

You and Toto tried to steal as many moments together as you could away from the hurricane of work that sometimes swallowed you up. Soon, neither of you particularly trying to keep your progressing relationship a secret, the rest of the team became aware that you were together. Despite your initial fears of backlash, you were met with support and the worst you got from the team was gentle teasing about managing to tame the infamous Toto Wolff.

As the season unfurled, neither your father nor brother had noticed you working for their rival. While photos of you with Toto, your drivers, and generally around the team did circulate, neither of them made the connection between the woman in Mercedes gear and the daughter and sister they cut off years ago. You ignored the traitorous pang in your heart every time Max or Jos’ eyes glossed over you, not realizing who they were looking at.

Or at least they didn’t until the FIA Prize Giving ceremony.

Toto was attending to receive the Constructors’ Championship trophy while your drivers collected their respective Drivers’ Championship and second-place trophies and you had come along as his date. While making the rounds on Toto’s arm at the gala after the ceremony, Max happened to overhear Toto introducing you to an acquaintance and your brother’s head snapped up at the sound of your name.

Max stared at the woman with Toto. It couldn’t be … but she had the same face shape and nose shape and hair color he remembered. His feet moved towards you before he could help himself, “Y/N?”

You heard the familiar voice interject from behind you and steeled yourself before turning around, “Max.”

“Is it really you?”

“Last time I checked.”

Toto had managed to excuse himself from his conversation and joined the awkward reunion between the estranged Verstappen siblings.

“Verstappen,” he nodded a curt greeting.

Your brother paused, looking between you and Toto, “wait-wait. You and him? You’re together?”

“For a while now,” you gained some satisfaction from the mix of emotions, none of them pleasant, that crossed Max’s face. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice earlier. I mean, Toto and I did only meet because I work for Mercedes. I’ve been around the paddock every race.”

You didn’t notice the approach of your father until you looked at Max’s wide eyes frozen on someone behind you.

“How dare you! To go against your own family? To actively work against your brother?”

“Hello, father. How are you? I’ve been great! It’s only been a little under a decade since I’ve heard from you.”

“Why you little who-”

Toto stepped in front of you before your father could finish what was sure to be a very complementary sentence, “Verstappen, I would stop it right there if I was you.”

“I always knew Y/N was an embarrassment but even I didn’t expect for her to become a gold digger going after men her father’s age.”

Toto came to your rescue once again, “she’s far from a gold digger. Y/N is Mercedes’ Executive Engineer and Strategist. She’s a large reason why we beat your son all season long.”

“What she is,” Jos spit out, “is a shame to the Verstappen name.”

Toto resolutely held you close, “then it’s a good thing she won’t be a Verstappen for much longer.”

Taking the opportunity, you raised your entwined hands to show off the diamond ring that graced your ring finger since Toto took you on vacation to the Seychelles and surprised you with a beautiful proposal a week ago.

“Max, Jos … we’ll be sure not to invite you to the wedding.”

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agendabymooner · 7 months

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the arrow and the bull speared through the hearth || toto w. scenario

toto wolff x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

EXTENSION TO COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (can be read as a standalone)

Summary: Toto Wolff and Christian Horner’s arguments weren’t something she minded — seeing as they often argued like old married couples more than she and the Mercedes team principal did. But when a three year old child picked up on their petulant remarks (and even a swear word or more), all Tilly Wolff (née Hearth) could do was intervene and take matters into her own hands. Who would have thought that the bosses of two dominant formula one teams would be scared of no one but her?

Content warning: Use of explicit language, not proofread, kids learning how to swear, OFC being pissed and suggesting Christian Horner x Toto Wolff, brief angst, mostly humorous, year of setting: 2023 (Tia Wolff's age is three). Based on this request.

Note: In the span of a week, I have written ten smut drabbles/blurbs. I feel appalled because I never wrote any way before that.

I needed some dad!Formula One personnel content. So... enjoy this short Toto Wolff fic xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

💌re:moony’s planner is opened!!!

A relaxed race week was what everyone expected when it came to the Monaco Grand Prix.

Everyone hoped for a chill week— some Formula One drivers lived in the principality and had hoped to enjoy the end of their weekend at a yacht, partying their asses off. They could care less about how tense it’d end up — they just wanted to have fun at the end of the week.

The same could be said for the superiors of the teams. All they wished for was a chill race week — this was Monaco, after all. It meant a lot but what’s a race in the richest country without a bit of fun?

Hell. And that’s what the two team principals were experiencing right now as they both sat next to each other; confused about the scowl that sat on Tilly Ford Wolff’s barely-aging face as Toto Wolff and Christian Horner exchanged looks — as if they were asking about what either of them had done to be in the hot seats of Tilly’s office in the Red Bull Racing team area.

And while the terse environment remained as such in the office, Lewis Hamilton and George Russell leaned against the wall outside the office as they patiently waited for Toto.

Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez both made their way towards the Mercedes duo as the Dutchman spoke, “Hey… what’re you guys doing here in the area?”

“Oh, hey Max,” Lewis greeted and nodded, “just you know… waiting.”

“They said Christian’s in Tilly’s office,” Checo told them, watching as the duo nodded in confirmation. “So you guys are waiting for Christian?”

“No,” George replied before gesturing towards the closed entrance. “Our boss is also there.”

“Oh— why?” Max asked, only to pause as Charles and Lando entered the area and gathered with the four drivers. “What the hell is everyone doing in the Red Bull area?”

“We were just told by Fred and Zak that Tilly’s called Christian and Toto to her office,” Lando said almost excitedly— too giddily.

Everyone — by that I meant the Mercedes and Red Bull drivers — must have forgotten that Tilly also owned the Ferrari team and the McLaren team, meaning that news spread easily across the grid thanks to the fact that the two teams (alongside Red Bull) shared the same owner.

“Do you guys know what it’s supposed to be about?” Max asked before nudging Lewis, “Lewis— you’ve got to know something. You’re married to Stevie.”

“And you’re not dating my wife’s sister?” Lewis scoffed before looking at Charles as well. “Do you know something?”

“Me? No,” Charles shook his head. “I’m just as curious.”

And while conversation rose in the group, Toto and Christian immediately looked away from the door as they both heard Tilly clear her throat.

“So,” she started, her teeth showing as if she was ready to offer the loveliest smile or to tear the team principals to shreds as she leaned against her desk. “I’ve had an interview today— it’s such a lovely day today in Monaco, isn’t it?”

Christian nodded as he replied, “Quite a good day to take the kids to the paddock, I’ll admit.”

“Of course,” Tilly smiled — a maniacal smile she offered Christian and Toto as she continued. “The kids are in here and all that— even Geri’s taking care of them right now. But let’s not get into the details of what they’re up to because I’ve heard something quite interesting from one of them.”

Toto’s face paled. He wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with him and Christian or just Christian only. Her children were Toto’s children so to be in this impromptu meeting was just to get him involved in his children’s life at the paddock.

But to be sitting next to Christian? The Austrian man knew that he did something.

“Tia,” was the first thing that came out of Tilly’s mouth, to which Christian’s face also paled before exchanging looks with Toto.

Tia, Toto and Tilly’s middle child and only daughter, was a three year old girl who acted more like Toto. In comparison to her brothers, Soren and Adelmo, Tia was more outspoken. The same could be said to all the things that she could’ve learned a second ago. When she learned how to say or how to know things, she just put her knowledge to work.

So whatever trouble did Christian and Toto caused, Tia picked up on it and showed what she learned to her mother — who is now watching the two with a death stare while she crossed her arms.

“So, I took Tia with me for the interview, right? She wanted to hang out with her Mama so who was I to deny my girl such a request?” Tilly spoke as if she wanted things to sound beautiful, but the fury behind her voice only showed when she said, “Then of course we prepared and we stood in front of the camera. The reporter asked her stuff and of course I allowed her to socialize with people!”

“Now, Miss—“ the reporter looked at Tilly as if she was asking for the little girl’s name.

“Tia,” Tilly grinned widely, her arms still carrying the toddler.

“Miss Tia,” the reporter continued, Tia’s dark eyes brightening when she heard her name as she listened to the reporter ask, “What do you think about the Red Bull team?”

“Ich liebe Onkel Max!” I love Uncle Max! Tia exclaimed and looked for an approving nod from Tilly, to which the older woman grinned.

“You have to speak English, little darling,” Tilly spoke sweetly before turning towards the reporter, “I’m sorry— she’s learning so many languages that sometimes she’s not sure which one to speak!”

The reporter laughed at this and waved off the comment before she asked Tia, “And what do you think about the Red Bull car, Tia? Is it better than Mercedes?”

“No,” Tia giggled and shook her head insistently before she grinned.

“Red Bull is shit!” Tia repeated what she’s learned from her Papa, the adults surrounding her gasped in shock as they heard what she just said.

“Mercedes is fucked too!” She repeated again before giggling, proud of what she’s picked up from her Uncle Christian.

The drivers outside the office looked at each other with widened eyes.

Meanwhile, the two team principals — both reaching the point of midlife crisis — offered her a look like they were both kicked like a dog, obviously guilty at what Tia had heard from the two of them a few days ago when they got into an argument.

“I can understand quarrelling,” Tilly said, obviously disappointed at the two. “I do. I even joke that you two are more married than I am to Toto— hell, even Geri jokes about it.”

“I can also understand swearing,” Tilly continued. “Say whatever you two would like— fuck you, fuck that shit, I hope you rot in hell asshole— you two are fucking adults. You’re fine! You can swear as much as you’d like and even lose respect of other people if you don’t use those words carefully.”

“But this whole petulant attitude—“ Tilly gestured at the two of them, “this whole ‘Oh fuck you, suck my dick’ or whatever the fuck is happening between the two of you? Keep that to yourselves— fuck the shit out of each other if it means that you’re getting that anger out! Hell, I’ll even let Toto get a cheating pass if it means that this unresolved issue is sorted out!”

Both Christian and Toto cringed at the suggestion.

“But the moment those kinds of behaviour or those kinds of words reach the ears of the kids? This is where you cross the fucking line,” Tilly scolded the two, the team principals jumped slightly on their seats.

“Guys! Have some decency to at least watch your words around them! They’re kids— you have your own kids, Christian— you know when to watch your words around them,” Tilly exclaimed exasperatedly, sighing before her eyes zeroed in at her husband, who froze in his seat.

She then continued with her lecture, “And those are your kids, Toto,” she spoke. “What if I get called into the fucking school because Tia— or god forbid all of them — learned to act so petulantly and curse her professors? We can’t set ourselves as examples of such behaviours! We’re parents to three kids! Hell, we have two grown children too but they know better.”

“I know,” Toto nodded solemnly and guiltily, biting his inner cheek.

“Well then why are we still having this conversation?” Tilly scoffed.

She sat on her chair behind the desk, sighing in exhaustion and massaging her head before she looked back up at them. “You two mean a lot to me— Toto, you’re my husband and the father to those kids. Christian— I trust you fully with the team and hell you’re Adelmo’s godfather—“

“I still don’t know why you did that,” Toto muttered before cowering under Tilly’s glare.

“And you two promised that you’d make these seasons enjoyable for them and that you’d teach these kids everything about the sports,” Tilly sighed. “All Tia could see was bad blood between the two of you— no matter how much you respect each other, all she can see is you two fighting and that you hate each other so much.”

“So how can I trust myself to bring them here,” Tilly asked, “and expect them to understand that you two are civilized enough when all they can see is hate? Or worse, shitty behaviours that involve insults and poor choices of words?”

Tilly sighed before gesturing at the entrance, “Sorry for venting— I know that I shouldn’t be taking the kids to the paddock if this was expected but I wanted to work closer and I can’t afford to miss out on their lives in the process.”

“If it’s alright, I’d like to process this and figure out my next steps,” Tilly murmured, not even watching her husband and her appointed CEO stand from their seats. “Please shut the door behind you. I just need some time to think.”

The two silently left the office, not even minding the gossiping drivers who stood at the halls as they shamefully walked out of the building.

They really did set a bad example for their kids— and Tilly made sure that they knew that.

Tilly’s children were Toto’s as well, so the fact that he had shown this behaviour to his children was anything but acceptable. He did have to make it up to Tilly. Almost ten years of being together and she had managed to put up with his bullshit.

But with the children in the mix? Toto was certain that she’d choose them over the kind of shit he had put her through.

God he really needed to make it up to her.

The day ended and Tilly Wolff was still in her office, sending the children back to their vacation home in Monaco with Charles and Aimee earlier today while she remained in the office to do the last of her work.

A knock interrupted the silence of her place as she uttered a permission, the door swinging open. She already knew that it was her husband; whenever she’d fly to work on a race week, Toto never left the tracks without her.

“How are you feeling now?” His Austrian accent hovered over her working figure as he sat across her. Her eyes remained at the screen before she gave him a glance.

“A bit better,” Tilly murmured. “I’ve said what I had to say. And I’ve spoken to Tia about saying such things— not that she wouldn’t understand it easily; she’s a smart girl at her age.”

“That she is,” Toto chuckled quietly. “She’s always been smart and she continues to show that by saying things aloud.”

“Sometimes the things that she learns aren’t the kind that we like to hear,” Tilly replied.

Toto sighed, “Which is my mistake.”

Tilly paused from her work, now paying full attention to her husband as Toto spoke. “I’ve learned a lot just being a father to them— and being your partner. And it’s my fault that I haven’t even considered how my actions and words could possibly affect everything around me. I almost lost you because of it— and now Tia’s learning to say things that she shouldn’t say because I’m allowing her to witness those arguments with Christian.”

Tilly smiled gently, reaching out to tangle her fingers with larger ones as both their bands glimmered under the light of her office. “I can’t find myself to apologize for such knowing that it wouldn’t fix anything. But I can assure you that I’ll try and take control of the situation before it goes wrong for me and for the kids.”

“Thank you, bello,” Tilly spoke softly, pressing her lips against his knuckles before leaning forward to kiss him. “I appreciate it. It’s not for me— it’s for our children and I appreciate your efforts.”

“You’re a good father, Toto,” she reassured him. “You just need to teach them how to handle tough situations without cursing the other party.”

“—and that means no swearing in front of them, and no talking shit about Christian,” Tilly and Toto laughed before they both got ready to leave the facility.

Maybe Toto and Christian were too hard on each other, but little did they know it only took Tilly Wolff to set them straight and finally own up to their behaviour.

She was a delightful woman, indeed.

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royokochoko · 1 month

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Letting you go for the brighter future (Maybe In another lifetime, right?)

《 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙎/𝙆𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄 》

"Loving someone is never a waste,"

"The love letter you left for me back then...."

" I still cherish it."

Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks, stood in front of Y/N's grave, the weight of regret heavy on his shoulders.

As he looked down at the engraved letters spelling out her name, memories of their high school years flooded his mind like a relentless tide.

"Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I wish I could turn back time and undo the pain I caused you."

He paused, closing his eyes as the image of Y/N's smiling face filled his mind. The warmth of her laughter echoed in his ears, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

"High school was supposed to be a time of laughter and friendship, but for us, it was marred by my foolishness," he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "I thought teasing you was harmless fun, but I failed to see the hurt it caused."

"The love letter," he choked out, his voice trembling with guilt. "I found it too late, buried beneath layers of my own insecurities."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, the weight of his words threatening to crush him.

"Before I could confess my own feelings, fate intervened," he said, his voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves in the wind. "I was summoned to the principal's office, only to find your parents there, they were... fucking.. balling their eyes out. I- I was confused and asked them— why we're they there,"

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come out of his mouth.

"They told me you were gone, taken from this world by your own hand," he said, each word heavy with sorrow.

In that moment, the enormity of his loss hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him gasping for air.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "I should have been there for you. I should have protected you. Im r-really.. fucking sorry... I shouldn't have— I–.."

But it was too late.

No matter how desperate Hawk— Keigo, Keigo Takami was.

Nothing would change.

Years passed, and Keigo rose to become a hero, admired by many for his bravery and strength.

Yet, deep down, he carried the weight of Y/N's confession like a burden too heavy to bear.

And so, he stood before her grave, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he made a solemn vow.

"In the loving memory of Y/N," he said, his voice ringing out in the quiet cemetery. His eyes averted beneath the text, as he continued to read with sorrowful eyes.

"A loving daughter, sister, friend.. forever laid beneath the surface, dreams ... crushed and shall rest in peace."

MASTERLIST

#keigo takami #mha hawks #mha #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #hawks x reader #sad ending #angst #suic1de #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha hawks #heavy angst #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #velcro #Absquatulatesgfluff&angstseries

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allatariel · 11 days

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WIP Wednesday!

@gordopickett tagged me earlier this week—thank you <3—and I planned to do it today and then of course forgot until the evening. I should have just done it and scheduled it to post today, but I had hoped to work more on Love at the Drafting Table and post that. Alas—I talk about a project and then life conspires to keep me from working on it!

Instead, below is an older, very rough snippet from another languishing, unfinished WIP, The Calculus of Grief, written at the end of April.

Tagging: @madamairlock, @littlelindentree, @caitylove, @shu-of-the-wind, @fireandsoup

More tags (split to work around broken tumblr tagging): @imsfire2, @cryscal, @air-mechanical, @youreorangeyoumoron, @wanderleave

And anyone else who might want to <3

Though the school year had barely just begun, it was actually still a month out from the second anniversary of Sergei’s first day teaching at Spiro T. Agnew High School. October 1, 1995 felt like a lifetime ago. To be honest, he tried to think about the time before as little as possible. But today was a different anniversary: September 4. Today it was harder than most days to ignore the gaping hole in the center of his life. Two years ago today he and his family had landed in Germany. After an hour of debriefing and setting the wheels in motion, of letting hope run wild and selecting a name to bear during their transition, he had called Margo from his hotel room. He had been overjoyed to see her, and when he hung up, his mother had joined him from the adjoining room where his father slept, with his sisters and their families resting safely down the hall. She had asked him about this woman who had saved him, who so clearly held the heart of her firstborn, her only son. So, Sergei had told her their story. For the first time in his life, he was free to tell his mother about the woman he had been in love with for well over ten years. Hours later, when the news reached them, she had pulled him sobbing into her arms as she had when he was small, before the births of his sisters. That was the only time he had given into the despair of losing her. He was trying to live, to stay safe as she had told him. To keep his family safe. And the only way he could manage to do that, to go on, was to leave it all behind. But then just last night he had seen on the news that the Sojourner 1 astronauts and Mars-94 cosmonauts had finally returned to Earth. After their nearly two year ordeal, the world joined in their joy and relief as the survivors were reunited with their loved ones. Sergei had watched Rolan Baranov, the cosmonaut turned astronaut—a defector like himself—be reunited with his American wife and son. His wife who had survived the bombing of JSC. Unlike Margo. Sergei honestly wasn’t sure how he’d made it into work at all. “Mr. Bezukhov?” Principal Alice Nikolsky—not Nikolskaya—called as she knocked on the door of the classroom. “We have a new student for your homeroom. She’s just transferred up from Huntsville, Alabama.” A young girl stepped into the doorway, her pale orange hair falling around wire rim glasses and shadowing her pale freckled face. She looked up, her blue eyes so like his mother’s, his own catching him already off guard as Alice introduced her, “Madison Morgan.” Seryozha, if you do not let yourself mourn her, she will haunt you forever. His mother’s plea rose in his mind as he took in this child, bouncing nervously on balls of her feet. In another life they could have had a daughter who looked like this girl.

#for all mankind #fam #margo madison #sergei nikulov #margo x sergei #sergei x margo #tag meme #wip wednesday #my writing #the calculus of grief #wip #work in progress #breaking my own heart #this is so ridiculously melodramatic #this needs so much work and isn't even half done #i have not been able to focus to save my life #i have adhd #actually audhd

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ltwilliammowett · 6 months

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Wreck of the carrack Mary Rose, built by unknown in 1511 and lost in 1545

Mary Rose was carvel-built with twenty heavy and sixty light guns comprising a mixture of muzzle-loading cast bronze and breech-loading cast iron guns. With a complement of some 500 men, she was built for Henry VIII and named for his sister, Mary. The first of her name in the British fleet, she took part in Henry’s first (1512-1514) and second French Wars (1522-1525), always as the flagship of the Lord High Admiral - his favourite warship. Her tonnage changed from some 600 tons in 1512 to 700 tons at the time of her sinking. The portion of the ship that was recovered is estimated to be equal to some 280 tons. The ship appears to have had a hold and four principal decks, the orlop, the main, the upper and the forecastle, although the latter might have had more than one deck.

The keel is constructed from three pieces of elm, scarfed together and bolted to the oak keelson, also in three sections and which sits on top of the floor timbers, with the main mast step acting as the central sector. Just aft of the mast step, by the keelson, there is a circular hole to make room for the lower end of the pump. The majority of the frames do not appear to be attached to the floor timbers or to each other but are held in place by the longitudinal stringers, and the outer planking of the hull, in oak, is fastened through the frames, stringers and ceiling planking by hand-cut wooden treenails, which have been hammered into pre-drilled holes and might be up to a metre in length. The ship underwent two major refits, the first in Portsmouth in 1527-28 which required the construction of a new dock, and a later one in about 1536, when it is assumed her burden was increased to 700 tons.

The ship was to some extent re-built at this time, to give her a complete lower deck of guns with hinged ports, almost the first British warship to be so equipped. A considerable degree of extra strengthening was added to the vessel and the evidence from dendrochronology strongly suggests that several riders, transom knees, and diagonal and vertical braces were inserted during these two refits, presumably to support new and heavier guns.

In 1544-45, Mary Rose was active in Henry’s third French war. When leading the advance against a much larger French invasion fleet off Portsmouth on 19 July 1545, possibly arising from a simple ship-handling miscalculation, she appears to have been caught by a flaw of wind. Late in the day she tried to tack and was swamped through her lower deck gun ports, sinking in some forty feet of water in a very short space of time with the loss of virtually her whole ship’s company of nearly 500 men.

#naval history #naval artifacts #shipwreck #carrack #mary rose #16th century #age of discovery

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trashyangelic · 5 months

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Oooh I have one with. This got me an idea no thanks to S5 E21 & E22.

SALT: Lila, Bustier, Damocles, Akuma Class

SUGAR: Juleka, Rose, Alix, Max, Nino, Nathaniel, Chloe, Sabrina

PAIRINGS: Adrigami, Felinette, Lukloe, Sabrina/Nino, Alix/Max, Julerose, Marcaniel

How about exposing Lila on live stream where it revealed Lila Rossi/Cerise wearing a wig the entire time but also pretending to be a high school student in Francois Dupont when she also goes to Paul Bert. And to say one of the principal in Paul Bert was watching this on live stream in the Teacher's Lounge where it is on Aurore Beaureal's blog he was shock but furious and decided to expelled Cerise from his school for manipulation and pathological liar. Among the other staffs were annoyed they had a feeling that Cerise was manipulator. While Marinette had graduated early then the rest of the akuma class due to Lila's lies that made them go repeat a year. As for her friends well they graduated with her. Adrien gotten back with Kagami and decided to take it slow for their relationship. As Marinette is with Felix who had manage to get her to stop stuttering they became an unstoppable couple. Adrien and Marinette knows their identity no thanks to Chloe to blurted it out for them. Adrien considered Marinette as a sister figure for him. Cerise/Lila got in a lot of trouble thanks to Sabrina and Chloe getting the footage in CCTV that Damocles decided to tell the students that the CCTV was broken but it isn't really. As for the three mother's of Lila they found out from the live stream they aren't very happy so they explain it to the first mother who works as the Secretary Embassy.

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #no lila rossi demption #miraculous season 5 #ml prompt #no pairings #marinette deserves better #alya salt #felinette #bustier salt #adrigami #lukloe #request prompt

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year

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Could do a part 2 of Wednesday Addams x blind! Sinclair reader

I want this story to follow into the series

I read what you said about making this into a series and I love the idea *I especially love the idea of Wednesday taking r to the raven dance and taking r on a date. maybe Tyler is trying to get Wednesday but r keeps getting the way and he takes r to Lauren gates and make her disappear and she sneakily leaves something of hers behind to give wednesday, yoko, and enid a clue that she in danger*

Lauren gates has her and force Wednesday to open crackstone tomb *she litterally would do it with no hesitantion because she doesn’t want risk r safety**

A/N: Definitely will make this into a series so this will be the last sneak peek you guys get before I start it (wanna finish the Killer in NYC series first😭) for now I hope you enjoy

3rd Person POV

You stood next to your sister as you went to wish her luck quickly being interrupted by her squealing as she ran up to her gloomy roommate.

"OH EM GEE! You look purrfect, now where are your whiskers?" Wednesdays dead eyed stare snapped to the werewolf.

"Ask again and you'll be down to 8 lives." The girl nodded still happy that she'd gotten the Wednesday Addams into the costume.

She watched as her eyes went to her sister who stood patiently wishing good luck to their fellow teammates.

Enid stepped back quietly letting the goth make her way to you, sensing the two of you may want some privacy.

She didn't know Wednesday well enough yet, her motives usually being whatever was in her best interest.

She didn't want you to unintentionally end up hurt and while she was still intimidated by the raven she refused to stand by and let her bring you any harm.

"Bellisima.” Your head turned up a small smile accompanied by your now usual blush. If not for the overwhelming amount of people surrounding you Wednesday would've smiled at the sight. It seemed you only blushed whenever she was in proximity. A foreign feeling grew in her stomach at the thought of her being the reason behind your involuntary reaction.

"Hi Wednesday I really can't thank you enough for helping Enid." The girl brushed it off something else bothering her entirely.

"You should find a seat soon." Her hand almost shooting forward protectively to guide you. She didn't like you being so close to the water, unsure if you knew how to swim.

"I will Yoko's just talking to Davina before the race." You paused biting your lip. "I got you something."

The goths eyebrows furrowed as she looked to see you holding out a small black bracelet. Upon closer inspection she found a charm dangling from it, carved in the shape of a wolf.

"It's my lucky bracelet." You spoke softly cheeks still burning. "I thought it might help but if you don't like it-"

Wednesday quickly placed it around her wrist as she cleared her throat.

"I will not need it but if it provides you comfort I will wear it during the race." Your lips spread into a small smile as Yoko interrupted.

"Time to go." The young vampire guided you to the stands as Enid made her way to their boat.

Trying to distract herself she went to wave at Ajax making Wednesday hiss.

"Focus."

She knew better than to say anything else as Wednesday sat in their boat.

Bianca looked over at their boat as anticipation of what was to come rose.

"Oh look the runt of the litter."

Wednesday gave the siren a dead stare.

"For the record I don't think I'm better than everyone. Just you."

The races were off as Wednesday guided the Black Cats through the water.

You sat at the edge of your seat as Yoko gave you a play by play of everything happening.

Cheering slightly when she'd announced her sisters team was neck and neck with Bianca's.

The crowd grew louder as the race was coming to an end but you didn't need to hear Yoko as Principal Weems announced the last teams standing. Yoko's hand grips your forearm as you hear her gasp, you hiss slightly at how tight she held you.

Her hand drops as she mutters an apology, relief flooding through her once she sees her girlfriend appear above the water. Then bouncing in excitement as Enid crosses the finish line with Wednesday.

"They did it!" She gives you a slight shove as you howl for your sister. More furs following your lead.

Enid shakes Wednesdays shoulders as her body literally vibrates from their victory.

"Admit it you totally got into the whole school spirit thing."

Wednesday looks over to a seething Bianca lips almost turning up in a small smirk.

"Well you didn't mention it was a dark vengeful spirit."

"It brings me great joy to see the Poe Cup trophy back in my old dormitory. Congratulations Ophelia Hall!"

You sat under the Edgar Allan Poe statue waiting for the ceremony to finish. You sensed another presence come up to you and heard a throat clear.

Wednesday alerting you of her presence before she went towards you.

"Mi amor, why are you sitting here alone?" As always your cheeks heat up at the sound of the girls voice.

"Enid wanted me to wait here so we could take pictures with the trophy for her blog. Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Wednesday sighed in irritation.

"Everyone keeps smiling at me. It's disturbing," she pauses. "And not in a good way."

You giggle slightly making Wednesdays dead heart almost beat.

"It's just some admiration and probably slight envy. It's not everyday the Bianca Barclay gets beaten."

Wednesday sat down next to you looking up and finding the same symbol from the picture Rowan had left for her before he died.

"Since I helped your sister win I suppose you'd like your bracelet back?" You shook your head.

"Consider it a gift, not only for helping her team but for winning." The pig tailed girl grew silent not used to being given gifts from people outside of her family. Especially gifts that weren't weapons.

"Y/n! Come on I got Yoko to be our photographer!" She began to drag you away from Wednesday, feeling her stare you waved shyly preparing for the thousands of pictures you were about to be part of.

Enid glanced at Wednesday eyes widening as she saw your bracelet sitting on her roommates wrist.

The same bracelet you stayed up for a week making to prove to your parents you could do things without their help.

She remembered the countless fights you'd had with her whenever you'd lost the piece of jewelry and thought she had stolen it. Seeing it on Wednesdays wrist not only surprised her but it also raised some concern.

She would need to talk with Yoko and soon.

You sat on your balcony practicing your violin when your sister ran into your room.

"Hey pup!" You couldn't see her forced smile and wide eyes looking around for Yoko but you did sense the slight impatience in her tone.

"Hey Yoko's out if you're looking for her." The older sibling held back a sigh, slightly feeling bad for not being very subtle. You listened as her footsteps came closer to you, her hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"What if I wanted to talk to you?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed her tone change to almost sympathetic. You put down your instrument and bow as you turned in her direction.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head in wonder. Biting her lip Enid took a moment to consider how to approach this, you'd never had a love life thanks to your parents and if she were being honest herself as well.

It wasn't that she didn't trust your judgement she just wanted to protect you and keep you from possibly feeling any heartbreak.

"Is there something going on-"

"Fucking Addams!" Yoko groaned walking in.

"Oh hey Enid."

The fur looked to Yoko confused.

"What did Wednesday do?" The fang shook her head.

"Just causing trouble as always." She quickly dismissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just wanted to see how Y/n was doing."

Enid spoke but made sure her facial expressions let Yoko know she had meant the opposite. The dark haired girl caught on nodding.

"By the way can you help me pick something out for Davina? Our anniversary's coming up."

"Sure!" The two quickly walked out as you went back to practicing.

Odd.

"Y/N." You felt your lips tug up into their usual smile around the usual gloomy girl. However, your smile slightly fell as you realized she'd call you by your name for once.

The pig tailed girl glanced over to her roommate noticing the way she was closely watching,

"Hi Wednesday."

"Principal Weems has requested that we play for the unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue." You frowned.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring-"

"It seems principal Weems has already taken care of it." You nod.

"Ok, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes."

You listened as her heavy boots left, Yoko coming up behind you after eavesdropping.

"Wow she really sucks at flirting."

You shrug as you tried to swallow down your disappointment. It wasn't the first time someone had suddenly changed their feelings towards you. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. You sucked in a deep breath before putting on a smile for your best friend.

"So where are we heading on this oh so joyous occasion?" Yoko stared for a moment seeing the slight droop in your shoulders and the way your smile felt too forced. She glanced over to the Addams girl jaw clenched.

"Pilgrim World." Bianca sang as she had made her way to the two of you, linking her arm with yours. Yoko glanced to see Wednesdays dead eyes glare at the siren. She held back a small smirk almost wanting to laugh. She caught the gaze of Enid who'd also seemed close to glaring at Wednesday until Bianca had stepped in.

You sat in your chair posture straight as you positioned your violin under your chin patiently waiting for Principal Weems speech to end the only indication that someone was with you was the smell of petrichor and a hint of vanilla.

Is that gasoline?

You began to play once you heard the cello begin it's piece. The music eliciting a smile from Principal Weems until a small explosion created panic.

Is this part of the ceremony?

You had heard the screams but Wednesdays playing of Fleetwood Mac had transitioned to Winter and you felt compelled to follow her lead. It wasn't until Enid had grabbed your arm that you had stopped.

"Come on!" She'd dragged you towards safety but Wednesdays playing never faltered.

Principal Weems glared at the teenager who's lips turned up in a smirk.

Enid growled in frustration as she tried to decide on which outfit to wear. Wednesday sighed in agitation as the girl would constantly ask which outfit was best.

"You're ambushing me Enid."

"I can't believe some psycho just blew up the statue, I didn't even get to do my dance." Wednesday glanced at Thing.

"You should leave or you'll be late."

The werewolf grabbed her coat. "Wish me luck"

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his."

Once she had left Wednesday returned to her novel only to be interrupted. Thing tapped the desk twice before pointing out the window. The soft sounds of violin playing in the distance. She had stepped outside listening as it seemed today you were in a more somber mood.

Tchaikovsky.

The goth played with the charm around her wrist as she looked into the night sky.

She'd had visions.

The first was of her ancestor Goody warning her the life of a raven was one of solitude.

The second was you .....covered in blood and howling in agony.

Both making it abundantly clear of one thing.

You were a distraction she couldn't afford to pay attention to.

Your playing had come to an end as you heaved out another disappointed sigh. You had hoped that your playing would prompt Wednesday to join you since you never got to finish earlier.

Yoko noticed your mood and tried to cheer you up.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" You shook your head going to lay down as you heard a yell in the distance.

Enid had scratched out the tires of the bus parked next to her. Ajax had never showed up, your violin already had her in a somber mood and the mixture of frustration towards the boy and disappointment in her roommate did not sit well with her. She knew how your mind worked. You thought that if Wednesday played it would mean she enjoyed your shared sessions. That she'd also looked forward to them and possibly want more time with you.

She watched as you had picked up your things fully intending to console you after her date.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stormed up to your dorm.

Further in the woods Sheriff Galpin found a mangled body and a camera full of pictures of the very creature that's been wreaking havoc in Jericho. His eyes flash in slight recognition as he fights a grimace looking dow to see he accidentally stepped into a pool of blood.

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finanmoghra · 1 year

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Charming Irishman

pairing modern!Finan x reader

summary an irish pub opens in front of your flower shop, and you can't resist that charming irish who owns it.

warnings smut, finan in general

word count 4.1k

gif credit

a/n guys english isn't my first language and i've never wrote smut in eng, so forgive me for any mistakes, i tried my best. also i suck with small talk so maybe things will happen "fast"

It's a typical thursday at Winchester, you are heading your way to your flower shop as you always do in the mornings. That street is so habitual to you by now, the tiny coffee shop, the record store, the stationery shop, and oh, that irish pub of course. That place used to be a lot of stuff until 4 months ago when some men bought the place and open an irish pub right in front of your shop. You don't talk like it's an annoyance, everythings is quiet as usual for a pub during the day, but you're not so sure about the night.

The thing is, a month or two ago, a dark-haired man walked into your shop, with a smirk on his face, you have seen him around, principally that smirk, you noticed that he worked at the pub but when you first heard his voice with the strong accent you assumed that he was the owner. At the first time, he asked for your help to buy some flowers for his sister, whose were moving back to the town, he explained in an attempt to start a conversation, you suggested him pink roses and while you prepare the bouquet, he introduced himself as Finan, and as you assumed, the pub owner. You had a samll talk before he left.

Two weeks after that, Finan started coming over every week, usually on thursday, like today, and you always have his order almost ready by the time he shows up. You two got along very easily, he was all flirty over you, politely, however. You started to have longer conversations as the weeks passed by and was in one of those that he explained why the same order every week. His mother was struggling with some problems and when he showep up at the family dinner with flowers for his sister, he noticed that she got a bit emotional, so now he takes 'em every week to cheer her up. You couldn't resist thinking he's such a sweet guy after that, even though you try not to give attention to his flirts, you can't deny that you enjoy his company, he has been saving you from boredom and entertaining you on monotonous days, as he casually shows up on days other than thursdays.

The hours fly by and when you realise, you're hearing the front door bell ringing and a familiar figure walk in.

— Hi Finan, it's been a time since I've seen you. — you say with a little smile on your face.

— Hey Y/N! Did ya miss me? — you could tell that damn smirk was on his face even if you weren't looking.

— Miss your jerk face? Never. — yes, you did miss him.

— I'm gonna take it as a compliment. — he winked at you — Sorry about my absence, it's been a busy week.

— St. Patrick's Day, I presume.

— Yeah, we have some weeks until then, but as an irish, I have to make a proper celebration, ya know. — he tapped his fingers at the counter while looking at you — And talking about pub stuff, ya should come for the happy hour tomorrow.

As consistent as his visits on thursday, it is his invitations.

— I'm gonna think about it. — you say as you finish the bouquet, you won't admmit but you always leave some things to do when he arrives so you have more time to enjoy his company.

— C'mon, ya always say that! Ya have to meet the pub and the boys wants to know ya better!

The boys whose Finan is talking about are, Sihtric and Osferth, who both work with him, and Uhtred, they're Finan's best friends who he is always talking about. You kinda know them from seeing around but never really talked to them.

And, he's right. You always says the same thing, but in your defense it's been a bit hard to resist all these flirts, and you fear getting closer to him and ending up with a broken heart. You're sure he's a sweet, kind and cool guy, but also he seems to be quite womanising as well.

— I swear I'm going to think about it. — a smile grew up on your face as you realise he got puppy eyes

— Really? — he asks.

— Really! — you roll your eyes although you're smiling to him.

You two got engaged into a conversation and don't even see the time passing.

— Damn it! I'm really late, I have to go now. — he says after having a look on his watch.

You were ready to say something when he gets close and pecked you in your cheek. — Bye, lady. — he says as he walk away.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm and you froze but managed to say something before he leaves.

— You may see me tomorrow.

He didn't say anything but you know he was wearing that smirk.

Finan's visit at your store is not the only constance in your thursdays, actually you reunite with your former roommate and best friend, Ealswith, at thursday's nights. You two meet when you were both on college and had started living together after some time, it's been a while since you two live separetely, but you two still really closer, thankfully to the girls' night.

You two were really enjoying the night while having some wine and snacks, listening to music and soon that topic came up.

— He came over today, as usual, invited me to go to the pub tomorrow, I said I was going to think.

— As usual. — Ealswith mumbles.

— Stop it. — you smack her arm — And he kissed me before leaving. At the cheek! — I say before she get too excited.

— C'mon! You should go, really. You can no more act like you don't like him, it's so obvious.

— I cannot go! You know it.

— I know what? By the way you tell me, he's into you! And he wants to know you better out of your workspace.

You start to argument but Ealswith cuts you. — Don't say you afraid! You need to stop assuming things, maybe he's all flirty because he likes you.

— I- argh.. — you hide your face in your hands, you know she's right.

— Hey, hey! Look at me. Tomorrow you will close the shop, go to your home and I will meet you there to help you get ready, I'm going with you so if anything goes wrong or you don't feel well, we go home, right?

— Don't you think he's gonna find it, I don't know, weird to bring someone?

— I'm pretty sure he will understand you not going alone, and hey, maybe you can set me up with one of his friends. — she winks at you and you both start laughing.

— Okay, alright then.

So as planned, Ealswith showed up at your house to help you get ready as you were too nervous, it took a while but you could finally decided what to wear. It was nearly 6 p.m when you asked for a cab and it didn't take too long to arrive so in a few minutes you were at the pub.

You could feel your hand a bit shaky before walk in, but Ealswith noticed and hold it 'til you calm down.

You entered the pub and looked for that familiar figure, you couldn't find him but you managed to find Osferth, who waved at you and called Finan's attention to you.

— Hey Y/N! Are ya really here? — he greets you, laughing a bit

— I told you would maybe see me today!

— Don't blame me for being surprised. — You rolled your eyes at his answer, still smiling. — Ya brought a friend, hi!

You intruduce her to Finan and after that he takes both of you to their table, and properly presents you to the boys.

— What do ya ladies would like to drink? — he asks as we are all settled down.

— Just a pint, it's good. Right? — you turns to Ealswith and she nodded.

— One more round then! — he says to the waiter close to our table.

— It's good to finally meet you, Y/N! If you didn't work here in front I would think that Finan made you up. — Sihtric says and makes Uhtred and Osferth laughs and Finan roll his eyes.

— Yeah, it's nice to have an opportunity to see if everything Finan says about you, it's true. — Uhtred takes part.

You can ser Finan's cheeks a little bit red and you smile at this. — Well, I hope he have only said good things about me. — you answer kinda shy yet.

— Trust me, not a single bad thing. — Uhtred says.

— Except from you never accepting his invitations. — Osferth says and Finan smack his arm. Poor boy.

— It's good for you all to meet Y/N, and it's good for me to finally see the face of the mainly topic of our talks. — Ealswith says and you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as it get warm up.

— Hope you've heard of us too. — Sihtric winks at her.

Anyone who passed by your table would think you were all friends for years, you got along easily and the night was being so fun, you were really enjoying their company.

After some time, you and Ealswith excused yourselves and headed the way to the toilet.

— God! He's so into you, more than I've thought. — she exclaimed at the moment you were out of their sight.

— Do you think? — yeah, you noticed how he looked at you since you arrived, but you didn't want to assume something.

— You know I say this because I love you, but stop being a fool! He fell down for you, I can say it for sure by what his friends said.

You couldn't argument with her, the signs were there and you have to admit that this is all you have wished for.

On the way back to the table you told her to go ahead and you were just back her. You stopped at the bar and asked for water, and while waiting you felt someone approach, you prepare to deal with a drunk guy who's trying to get along with some woman, but actually you feel chills when you heard that voice.

— May I say ya look stunning tonight?

— I would appreciate it, yeah. — you smile as you turn to him. You may be dreaming about that voice and smirk for days long.

— It's everything alright? — Finan asks.

— Yeah, just needed a bit of water before going back. — the bartender hands you a glass of water and you thanks him.

— So, what ya think? — he points to the place.

— You did a good job here, it's a nice place for sure.

— I'm not even going to ask about my friends 'cause this is something for Ealswith to answer. — we both shared a laugh.

— She and Sihtric got along very well, I see.

— Don't blame her, he can be very persuasive.

— So does she.

You two spent some time talking alone, just sharing things and getting more closer to each other.

When you two decided to go back to the group table they were all laughing of something.

— What's happening? — Finan asks as he pull a chair for you on his side.

— We were just telling Ealswith about one day after we started here and you crossed the streets so many times trying to get a reason to go to Y/N's shop. — Sihtric answers, still laughing.

— We're surprised you didn't notice him, Y/N! — Osferth says. — Otherwise I think you'd be scared of him.

— Good I didn't notice though. — I reply laughing at Finan.

— Alright, alright, stop talking about me.

You got a bit lost at the conversation when he stretched his arm across your chair and you could feel his fingers running through your undressed shoulder.

It was nearly midnight when you and Ealswith decided to go home. You said goodbye to the boys, saying it was nice to meet them and on the way out, Finan decided to go along with you.

You were at the pub entrance waiting for the cab Ealswith asked for, you could feel Finan catching your hand into his, he pulled you closer to say:

— It was a good night.

— Yeah, it was. — you said with a low voice just for him to hear.

— Hope we can repeat it, or maybe just the two of us. — he winked at you.

— I would like that, for sure.

You two were getting really closer when Ealswith call you out. — Y/N! It's here.

— See you thursday. — you smile at him, you walked away but turned back when remember something. — I almost forget it. — you handle him your shop card, but at the back you've written your personal number.

He catched it and you didn't think so much before approaching just to peck him in the lips for a few seconds before leaving.

— This woman will drive me crazy. — he speaks to himself when you've already leave.

Another week just started, you spent your weekend betwen spending some time with your friends trying to keeping up with everyone's lives and chatting with Finan. The last part taking over your weekend.

Things were getting a little bit more serious since you kissed him goodbye on friday and you allowed yourself to be open to a possible romance. Finan's flirty personality stayed the same, he would do it at any chance it was given to him, and you like it, it's good to feel that somebody wants you.

You were talking to your friend, Aethelflaed, on the phone about Finan and you jumped when you heard the sound of the door bell thinking that could be him but you turned around and saw a boy with curly hair into your shop.

— Morning! How can I help you?

— I'm Aethelstan, I'm here for the assistant job, we've talked on the phone. — the boy says, a bit shy.

— Oh, right, Aethelstan! I'm sorry I was a bit distracted. — you shake hands with him. —You've mentioned you are studying biology, am I correct?

— Yes, you are.

— So I think the flower stuff is gonna be easy, I just need to show you some other things and then you can have your first day here, and at the end of the day we discuss if everything is going alright.

The kid learnt the things pretty well, that was good because it's been a busy day so far.

You were checking some things at the computer when you saw a familiar figure at the other side of the street, he had just arrived, it seemed.

— Aethelstan, I'm going out quickly, pay attention if someone comes in. — you say a bit loud as the kid was at the back of the store.

You crossed the street before he get into the pub. — Finan,hey! — you call his attention.

—Y/N, hi! — he comes closer to hug you quickly.

— I just wanted to ask what are the plans for St. Patrick's day?

— So ya're planning to come?

— Only if it's seems cool enough. — you give him a smirk

— I won't say more than this, but if ya come ya gonna experience the best party of your life.

— I don't know if I believe, but I'll give you try.

— You should bring Ealswith! — you jumped when you heard Sihtric, he showed up from nowhere. — I'm sorry I have to steal your man but we got work to do.

You felt the warm on your cheeks after he called Finan "your man", but you didn't say anything, actually you liked it.

— See ya later! — you hear Finan says before being dragged by Sihtric. You blowed him a kiss before he entered the pub and then you went back to your store.

It seemed that an eternity have passed before friday arrives. It was a busy week and you barely saw him, even on thursday, he came but was in a hurry.

It was a good week, although. Aethelstan really helped you, you just found out that he and Finan are neighbors, they both live at the same building. The poor boy had to listen you talking about Finan a lot during that week, especially when Ealswith and Aethelflaed came.

You were actually doing nothing but counting the hours for you to go home, and Aethelstan noticed it.

— You know you can go home and let me finish stuff here, I can close the store.

— Are you sure of this?

— Yeah, it's not a big deal, you can trust me.

He was right, it was not a big deal.

— Okay then, thanks Aethelstan! See you monday.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at home, of course you had decided your outfit during the week, you were only waiting for Aethelflaed and Ealswith to come so you could get ready. Once the girls arrived and you all got ready, your home was a mess after this, you took a cab to the pub.

The pub was more crowded than usual, you notice that once you arrived, but it wasn't hard to find Finan as he and his friends were at the same place as the last week. You greeted everyone before getting a seat at his side, you introduced Aethelflaed to them and also met Uhtred's fiancé, Gisela, she was a kind woman, you hope you get more chances to hang out with her.

The night was going really well, you and the girls have danced a lot, you ordered too many green drinks, that you weren't sure of what it was, you were all having fun, there wasn't a moment when someone wasn't laughing. You felt really happy between them all, it was good feelings that you have made new friendships like them.

Things went a little wild when Finan intercepted you on your way back from the toilet and took you to his office upstairs. He closed the door behind you, his arms now rounding you.

— Oi! Calm down, my dear. — you said, not knowing exactly how to deal with him so close to you.

— I cannot, not when ya are out there being so beautiful, I can't stay away from ya anymore. — you feel chills when his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him

— You don't need to. — you gave him a smirk, but it didn't last too long as he got even more closer and catched your lips in his.

You felt breathless, it was even better than you thought, his lips were soft but rough over yours. His hands sliding down on your hips, it was a sign that things were getting hotter. When both of you were running out of breath, you could feel him break the kiss but leading the way of his lips to your neck. You gasped with the sensation, he sucked that point behind your ear.

You could feel his hardness against his trousers as he grabbed your arse, you started to feel the need to get rid of your clothes and when you took your hands to Finan's shirt he took a step back. You didn't understand why he would do that.

— Look, I really want ya, but I'm not doing in the right way. — he could see your confusion. — I didn't plan for this to happen here, so what ya think about going home with me, uh?

— I don't want to look desperate, but please, take me home. — you kissed him before you two settled down and go downstairs. You found Aethelflaed on the way and told her where you were going before leave.

The way on the cab was.. something. His hands running through your thighs all the way to his home, you were glad it was close. As soon as you entered at his flat, he pinned you on the door, kissing you hunger than before. He picked you up, your thighs now almost undressed under his touch as he leads you to his bedroom.

— Ya have no idea how many times I've thought about ya, about your lips against mine. Ya are such a dream, Y/N. — he says as he laid you on his bed, making sure to touch every inch of your body.

You pulled him closer enough to whisper on his ear. — And you have no idea of how many nights I dreamed about you touching me like this.

He kissed you hard, hands undoing the zipper of your dress and soon you were only wearing a black lace matching underwear. The look he gave you made you feel like you were burning inside.

— It isn't fair that you are all dressed yet. — you said running your fingers through his, still dressed, chest.

— This won't be a problem anymore. — he smirked at you as he started to unbutton his shirt. It didn't take so long until both of you were only on your underwear, you not so much as he took your bra off, sucking on your breasts, before going down on your body, starting to run his mouth on your inner thigh while playing with the laces on your panties before taking off.

You let a moan out when his lips pressed on your sweet spot, he went dived onto you, sucking on your clit, making you feel like you were in heaven.

— Finan, please, more! — you groaned when you felt his finger rounding you before enter you. You couldn't control your moans, praising him as his fingers curved inside you, hitting that spot. You couldn't contain your hands from pulling his hair when you came on his mouth.

You only had time to take a deep breath before Finan was all over you, kissing you breathless, your taste on his tongue. He parted the kiss, smiling at you as he brushes your hair off your face.

— Are ya ok? For another one?

— More than ok! — you answer laughing.

He took a condom from his trausers, rolling on and soon he was back over you. He kissed you as he was slowly entering you, and both of you were groaning loudly. His name leaving in between your lips like you were praising him, the sound of your hips colliding getting louder as he slammed into you. He was relentless, hard and fast on you, your nails scrapping his back, your thighs gripped his hips making he going deeper.

— Fuck, Finan! — you groaned loudly

He flipped you, now you were on top so you started riding him, rolling your hips over his causing to hit your spot. He grabbed your arse and you layed down over him, meeting his lips again, going up and down on him, now with his hands controlling the rhythm. You felt you were close so you started moving faster, soon you were clenching around him, moaning his name as he came right after you.

He slowly pulled out of you, and you fell at his side, breathless.

— That was... I don't even know. — you say between breaths, laughing with him.

— I'll be right back. — he kissed you on your cheeks before getting up, he pick up his boxer and then disappear into some door. He came back with a towel on his hands and get on the bed again. — Now let me take care of ya.

You were already sleepy but you smiled at this.

After he clean both of you, he pulled you so you could lay on his chest, his arms holding you close and all you could do was relax.

— Ya're too good to be true, mo grá. — he left a kiss on your forehead before fall asleep with you.

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 1 month

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Detention

“Psst.”

Serin ducked her head and ignored the sound, focusing on the essay she was typing instead. Sure, it wasn’t due for another week but… it never hurt to be prepared.

“Pssst.”

She glanced at the clock. Twenty more minutes until she could go. That was good - she had a lot of work to do still on the homecoming parade float. After that she wanted to get a jump on planning prom… Daisy and Ralph had given her some great ideas to work with and she wanted to try to get started on them before she ran out of time.

“Psssst.”

Her shoulders tensed in frustration, but she tried to ignore it. She ran through the checklist for the rest of the week. She had scholarship applications to submit, the homecoming dance to finalize, and she needed to find time to squeeze in marching band practice. On top of that she had a slew of college applications to finalize, but she needed to get a few more things on her resume first. Just to be sure. Then there was-

“Pssssst.”

She whipped in her chair to glare at the boy next to her. “Malcolm Geffen,” she seethed, her chest heaving with breaths labored by anger, “if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to strangle you.”

The boy beside her raised his eyebrows in mock surprise at her outburst. “Come on, love,” he goaded in his infuriatingly fascinating accent, “you know you’d miss me.” His grin was all ego, but the dimples in his cheeks still somehow managed to make it look adorable.

Serin rolled her eyes and turned back to her essay before she did something stupid, like let him talk more just to hear his voice. “I don’t have time for this,” she hissed. “I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you.”

Mal put his hand on his heart and leaned down to offer her his ridiculous puppy eyes, and Serin fought hard to tell herself that it wasn’t working this time. “I’m sorry,” he said penitently. “I didn’t ever think we’d get caught.”

Serin ground her teeth. It was a bad habit. Her sister Naomi - well, technically her stepsister, but their parents had married when they were 6 years old so they’d grown up together as siblings anyway - always got after her for it. But when you spend time with someone like Malcolm Geffen, indulging in bad habits is pretty much the name of the game.

“You didn’t think,” she repeated, whispering harshly. “That might be the truest thing you’ve ever said.”

Mal managed to look hurt, but it only lasted for a moment before his stupid, cocky, charming, infuriating grin was creeping back into place. “I was just trying to have some fun,” he defended himself. “Would it help if I told you that I didn’t realize that we aren’t technically allowed to play music over the school’s PA system?”

“No,” Serin answered immediately. “Because I know that’s a lie. And because when Principal Hood caught me trying to stop you he assumed I was in on it and put me in detention with you. You’re not getting off with some half–cooked excuse this time.”

With one more glare she turned in her seat, refusing to acknowledge him again. When she noticed him open his mouth from the corner of her eye she tersely barked, “Don’t.”

Mal, for once, did the wise thing. He shut his mouth.

Several minutes passed between them in silence. From the corner of her eye Serin could see Mal actually working on something - maybe he’d gotten wise and decided to use this time for homework. She shook her head. Mal getting wise… like that could ever happen.

When the clock showed two minutes until the end of their hour-long detention, Serin packed her things into her bag. She caught Mal’s glance at her as she twisted in her seat… it was clear he wanted to say something. He looked shockingly repentant - even his spiky red hair looked somehow sad and deflated. She turned straight ahead. She didn’t much want to hear anything he had to say at the moment.

Just before she rose from her seat, she felt something brush against her knee. She glanced down to see Mal’s hand, holding out a piece of paper between his first two fingers. When she glanced at him she found him studying the far wall, probably hoping that if he didn’t look at her she’d be willing to take whatever it was he was offering her.

She brusquely snatched the object from his hand.

It was a piece of notebook paper, carefully folded into the shape of a heart. She rolled her eyes to try to disguise the excited thrill that ran down her spine. On one side of the paper were scrawled the words ‘Open me’ in Mal’s hasty handwriting. Serin chewed her lip for a moment, debating whether or not to actually indulge in this childishness. Finally her curiosity won out over her indignation.

She carefully unfolded the paper, keeping track of the lines in case she decided to fold it back into shape afterward. Inside the paper was just one word. It was neater than his usual handwriting, and she could see the outline of several erased previous attempts at writing it. Just one little word that somehow managed to set the stupid butterflies in her stomach all aflutter once more.

Sorry. In true corny fashion, he had drawn a tiny heart in place of the ‘o’.

Serin glanced over at him. His hands were on the desktop, twitching with nervous energy. He’d never been good at sitting still for very long - that was why he was always getting himself into trouble. On his left index finger was a ring. It was small, and silver, with a tiny heart symbol embedded in the side. It was far too narrow for his finger, resting well above his second knuckle. It was a perfect match for the ring that rested around the base of her own index finger.

She toyed with the silly bracelet on her wrist. It was black, and studded with spikes that looked like they came from a ‘90’s high school movie about a skateboarder. Mal had laughed when he gave it to her - told her that she needed something to offset her ‘goody two–shoes style.’

The girl groaned in frustration. She wanted to be mad at him still. She really did. But she wasn’t. When the vice principal Mrs. Parangosky released them, Mal bolted for the door. Serin took her time, apologizing once more as she left. Parangosky just nodded with a subtle smirk on her lips. Mal was waiting for her in the hall.

“I really am sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“You’re an idiot,” Serin answered. Then, she stood up on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

His smile was back in an instant, warm and dimpled and adorable. Serin tried to ignore the dizzy feeling she got staring at it. “I’m your idiot,” he answered.

She laughed, then pushed hard enough on his chest to knock him back a step. “I have work to do,” she said dismissively. “I need to finish the homecoming float. You don’t get to distract me anymore.” Then she turned and headed for the front entrance.

In a moment Mal was beside her, sliding his hand into hers. “I’ll come with you,” he said with a grin.

Serin ducked her head to hide the blush on her cheeks and entwined her fingers with his.

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Based on this post from @makowrites and @mrtobenamedlater

#halo au #halo fanfic #my writing #serin osman #malcolm geffen #mal/serin #mal x serin #Halo Breakfast Club AU #I may be convinced to write for some of the others that we discussed if anyone is interested

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josefavomjaaga · 7 months

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Hii, I have heard Eugene initially disliked his stepfather. It sounds interesting since I love the beautiful father-son bond of napoleon and his stepson. Is it true that Eugene initially didn't like his stepfather? Was it just a part of grieving for his own father, Alexander, or was it because Napoleon initially acted a certain way that hurt Eugene.

Hi and thank you for the Ask! As I’m feeling particularly lazy today, I thought it would be easiest to let Eugène answer himself. This is translated from his memoirs:

I must say that, a few months later, we realised that General Bonaparte might want to unite his destiny with that of our mother, and all the splendour that has since surrounded Napoleon, then General Bonaparte, has not made me forget the pain I felt when I saw my mother resolved to form new ties. It seemed to me that a second marriage, whatever it was, was a profanation, an attack on the memory of my father. General Bonaparte, who was already a regular visitor to the house, took an interest in everything that went on there, and did not disdain to devote himself, with particular care, to the education of two children whose mother he soon hoped to marry; but they were aware of the reluctance we had already shown, my sister and I, for my mother to marry again, and they used the need for both of us to complete our education as an excuse to place us in two boarding schools in Saint-Germain. It was not long before we learnt at once of my mother's marriage to General Bonaparte, of his appointment as commander of the army of Italy, and finally of my mother's imminent departure to follow her husband. All this news would have pleased me very little if General Bonaparte, on leaving for Italy, had not given me a glimpse of a very flattering consolation: he promised to call me to his side as soon as, through assiduous and successful work, I had made up for the time that circumstances had caused me to lose.

So, apparently Eugène and Hortense had shown their dislike for this second marriage openly enough for Napoleon and Josephine not wanting to have them around for the wedding. Which is … yeah. Not particularly considerate. Presumably, this had hurt Eugène more than he lets show in his memoirs. I surely would not want to learn about my mother having married from my school principal (according to Hortense, she was called to Madame Campan’s office, and Madame Campan then carefully broke the news). I’d argue this was not the best start.

But let’s not forget that this is Eugène’s own POV. As he admits himself in the next paragraph, his education had indeed been much neglected (he had already been pushed from pillar to post even before the Revolution after his parents’ separation). The kids being sent back to school may have been more than just an excuse to have them out of the way for Napoleon and Josephine’s marriage.

As to the reasons why the kids were set against their mother remarrying, Eugène cites the memory of his father, in whose care he had grown up and whom he probably had a much closer personal relationship with than his sister. He also may have understood much more than Hortense about the ugly scenes that had happened when his parents had separated, so his mother remarrying may have felt to him as if Rose-Josephine now completely gave up on Alexandre, as if she ultimately declared that her first marriage had been a mistake.

But most of all, I think the children felt abandonned. After all, not even two years earlier, they had woken up one morning to learn that their mother had been taken to prison during the night. Françoise de Bernardy thinks that the letters the kids wrote home from their boarding schools often feel as if they were very protective of their mother, almost as if they had been the adults and Josephine the child. All their childhood had been turmoil. Their mother was the only thing left they could cling to.

But both children were, as a rule, docile and well-behaved, and especially Eugène had this innate desire to please, to be loved, and to win the appreciation of whatever father figure was available in his life at any given time. So it would not take long for Napoleon to win them over. We do not have any letters from Eugène to Napoleon from this time, afaik, we only know he wrote because Napoleon mentions it. We do have a letter from Napoleon to Hortense, in reply to a somewhat defiant letter she had sent. Presumably, Hortense, being younger and closer to her mother, had been more hostile than her brother. But I doubt she would have expressed her feelings too openly; Madame Campan would have taken care of that.

I also always feel like I have to add a bit of a caveat with regards to Eugène’s and Napoleon’s relationship. Yes, I would argue this was most likely the closest thing to a father-son-relationship Napoleon ever experienced during his life. But it always remained at a certain distance. Napoleon called Eugène tu in private, obviously, but in letters and later at court it’s always vous. And while we have multiple remarks of "paternal love" and "filial devotion" etc in their correspondence, I yet have to find a single instance of Eugène referring to Napoleon as a father. Even in letters to his mother and sister he speaks of either "Bonaparte" or later "the emperor". Napoleon does of course call Eugène his son in every letter since the adoption. But this is first and foremost a formality; prince Karl von Baden who had married Napoleon’s adopted daughter Stéphanie de Beauharnais is adressed as "mon fils" just like Eugène.

Aaaand considering that I only wanted to quote Eugène, this has gotten unbearably long once again. Sorry for that 😚. I always get so excited whenever somebody shows an interest in the boy.

Thanks for the Ask, I hope this was helpful!

#napoleon's family #eugene de beauharnais #le fils #paris 1796 #rose de beauharnais

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Class of Villainy Masterlist

Here's the guide to our Class of Villainy Content! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Characters:

Mari De Vil

Jafardrien

YzAlya

Honest Nino

Nath of Hearts

King Marc

Maxdrome

Kimton

Alix Khan

Mylensula

Ivan Oogie

Juleficent

Queen Rose Candy

Madame Sabrina

Lady Chloe

Kagami Yu

Mimrore

Mireides

Zoe of the Southern Isles

Jeanatoa

Cosetteweather

Doctor Cabello

Minister O'Connor

IsmaScar

Reshma Hook

Lacey Gothel

Socquelinace/Feisper

LeOndine

DiabLuka

Sheriff Austin

Kronkora

Wayago

Sasha Oogie

Panikki/Paigg

Lila Porter

Felix Darling

XYlice

DPD Jr

MisShark

JessEel

Louisette

Teachers

Viv Skellington

Sultan Gabriel

Captain Hardrock

General:

DuPont Reform Academy

Evil Boyfriends, Part 1

Evil Boyfriends, Part 2

Evil Girlfriends

Evil BF/GF, Version 2

News Crew

A Wicked Royal Meeting

Who's Been Painting the Roses Red

Villainous Quotes

Nath Gives the People What They Want

GTPWTW HC's

Magical Hangout

Meet the Boogie Brats (and Hero Boys)

The Mad King & the Poison King

Sinister Scoop

Cheer Up!

Henchmen

Henchmen Access

Prince Kiran

More Prince Kiran

Bursting Into Song

Bursting Into Song, Part 2

Maxdrome Eggman

Maxdrome Eggman, Part 2

Queen Rose Horner

Sparky's HC's

Artzy's HC's

Weeby's HC's

GC Names

Lil Villains

Villains & Lil Villains

Poison Prince & Baby Bug

Kidnap the Principal!

The Ivan Oogie Song

Evil is Very Macho, Guys

His Boogey Baby Sister

Poor Lila

Reasons for Attending

Dorms

Pet Peeves

Worst Fears

Least Villainous Deeds

Proposals

Shadow Mischief

PDA Woes

Intro

Those Damn Fumes

Ask the Villains:

What Does the Nino Say?

Ivan Oogie on Darcy

Loser's Take

Jealousy, Baby

Enjoy browsing!

#miraculous ladybug #class of villainy #disney au #masterlist

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do you have any theonsa head canons 😁

YES. Preface my Theonsa is set in an au where Theon never betrays the stark and instead goes and rescues Sansa, or it’s a modern au. ok so first boy is 100% named Florian. Theon lets Sansa name all of their kids northern names if she wanted too but she makes sure to name some of them with island influences, such as Gwendolyn and Quenton. Theon and Sansa are the biggest gossips in Robb’s court, and Theon is a good husband who discreetly gets gossip for Sansa. He gives her kraken jewelry all the time. If he ends up being lord reaper he is constantly visiting winterfell so Sansa can see her family and he can see his best friend. They start a tradition of the heir to winterfell being fostered on Pyke to retain good relations. He builds her a Godswood. She brings glasshouses to pyke and they are finally able to produce enough food. They both love to cuddle and Theon is always extra gentle when it comes to touching Sansa’s back. He 100% commissions a throne for her beside the sea stone chair. Unfortunately only one of Sansa’s kids gets her hair but about half of them get her eyes. They work together to stop the piracy of the iron islands and instead convert them to trade. They dance all the time especially once Sansa revealed that as a child her favorite thing about Theon was that he would dance with her. Theon also brings out a more carefree side of Sansa helping her shed the perfect lady image she so often puts on. Sansa let’s Theon braid her hair. They coordinate outfits all the time, mainly through accessories with Sansa wearing kraken jewelry and Theon wearing rings that match the color of her dresses, usually pale blues and purples.

in a modern au they are such an opposites attract scenario. I feel like both modern Sansa and Arya would be into dance, with Sansa being obsessed with ballet, and Arya using the gracefulness and flexibility from dance in her jiu jitsu. Anyways Theon is at every single one of Sansa’s performances and always brings her winter roses and lemon cakes. Robb is actually ok with their relationship but Jon is super hostile about it because he is super protective of his little sister, they are actually cousins but Ned adopts him after Lyanna dies. Theon plays dumb but he’s smart, when they were younger he would always help Sansa with math since that was the only subject she struggled with. he decides to work for a fishing business on the upper east coast. For half the year they live in New York since Sansa is a principal dancer for the New York ballet and the other half they live on cape cod for Theon’s fishing business. def have more but I can’t think of all of them rn.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #asoif/got #a song of ice and fire #house stark #sansa stark #theonsa truther #theonsa #theon x sansa #sansa stark x theon greyjoy #theon greyjoy #robb stark #theon greyjoy x Sansa stark #asoiaf headcanons

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Rosemary’s Mother

Lady Dimitrescu (RE8)/Principal Weems (Wednesday)

Rosemary Winters (RE8), Althea Weems Dimitrescu (OFC), Philippa Weems Dimitrescu (OFC), Enid, Wednesday, Morticia, Gabrielle Barclay (Wednesday)

Notes/Warnings/Summary: I had a shitty week so I wrote a part 6 to comfort/amuse myself. I’m basically just an otter that’s found a smooth stone and is busy batting it back and forth mindlessly. Summary? Let’s see: tall homicidal vampire lady sets up house and whisks shape shifting principal who’ll dispose of a body and burn the scene at the flutter of an eyelash across the threshold bridal style. They round their family out a bit with an equally homicidal shape shifting dragon baby while eldest telekinetic prophesying daughter pulls the families strings like their puppet master. 🤷‍♀️ Your basic domestic fluff with the occasional dash of murder…

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Wednesday approached her parents with Enid and Rosemary in tow. Morticia wondered where her daughter kept finding these bubbly blonde girls and how was she tolerating them so well? "Hello, mother." "Good morning, my little storm cloud." "This is our friend, Rosemary." "How do you do?" "Hello, Ms. Addams, it's nice to meet you." Morticia gave the girl a tight smile, at least she wasn't as bubbly as Enid.

"Mother I was wondering if I may be allowed to accompany Rosemary and her family on spring break? They're going to Nag's Head Beach." "You wish to go to the beach? Are you feeling well Wednesday? Do you have a fever?" "I feel fine mother."

"I'm going too," Enid chimed in excitedly. Morticia grimaced slightly. "The three of us would like to go together mother." "Darling are your parents alright with this arrangement?" "Yes, Ms. Addams, my moms said she could come along if you were okay with it." "Well, my raven, if you would like, I suppose it's alright." "Thank you, mother."

The girls sat down at the table with Morticia and began having breakfast. Enid regaled them with a detailed retelling of her having met Ajax's parents earlier, but Rose was distracted by Morticia's conversation with Bianca Barclay's mother.

They’d evidently been discussing Larissa before Wednesday interrupted them and they continued unaware of Rose's relationship to her. "I was surprised to see she has a baby now?" "I know. We roomed together here at Nevermore, and I didn't realize she was even seeing anyone. Have you seen the child? Up close?" "No. Why?" "Well...it's a sight to see." Gabrielle quirked her eyebrow. "Oh?" "She's gray and covered in tentacles. She has teeth already." "Larissa's child?" "Yes, she's quite the little monster."

Rose felt a knot in her stomach at the way they whispered to each other about her sister. "They'll be here together for dinner this evening. I'll introduce you to her wife and you can see for yourself." They laughed together.

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Rose stood in the study of the former Gates' Mansion, now the new House Dimitrescu. She held her baby sister in her arms and whispered quietly in her ear. "Darling, are you ready to go?" Larissa asked as both moms came in. "Yes, mommy."

Larissa walked over and kissed Thea on the back of her head, reaching out to take the baby in her arms, as she turned the child toward her she gasped at the sight she saw nestled in the little black lace bonnet.

Alcina approached quickly concerned by Larissa's reaction. "What's wrong?" she asked worried. Larissa continued to stare in shock at the baby before her. The little gray dragon like creature that Alcina had given birth to was gone and in her arms was a little blue eyed blonde human baby with plump rosy cheeks. The resemblance between the baby she now held in her arms and Larissa's baby picture sitting on the mantlepiece nearby was uncanny.

She was an exact replica. Alcina's eyes widened in surprise as well when she finally saw what had caused her wife to gasp. "Did she shift on her own?" Larissa asked Rosemary. Rosemary hesitated for the briefest moment. Larissa failed to notice, but Alcina did not. "Uh, yeah...I think she just saw your photo and..." Larissa gathered the baby to her chest and cradled the back of her head with her hand.

She placed her mouth and nose against the baby's bonnet. "Are you imitating mommy sweet girl?" she cooed at her kissing her on the cheek. The baby bubbled happily at her. She turned to Alcina who smiled at the pair, bending and kissing her daughter first, then her wife.

"Well, I suppose it's impressive Cina. I wasn't able to sustain a shifted form until well into my teens and only then out of necessity. I thought I could make the other kids stop being mean about my faults by getting rid of them. Of course, then they teased me for being a freak who altered herself...This is really early for her to control her powers Cina." She stared down at the baby once more before leaving the room to go get her purse.

Larissa sounded proud of her daughter's achievement, but Alcina knew how anxious her wife was for their daughter to never feel compelled to shift in order to fit in or feel accepted. And Cina knew that Larissa adored her little dragon.

Alcina noticed her older daughter trying to make a quick exit. "Sweetling?" Rose stopped and turned. Alcina saw the red flush on her cheeks. "Yes, mommy?" "Come here to mother a moment, draga." Her shoulders slumped slightly as she approached.

Alcina sat and drew the girl into her lap. She kissed her and gently brushed the hair from the side of her face with her palm. The girl studiously avoided eye contact with her mother by staring down at the floor. Alcina placed her fingertip under the girl's chin and tilted it up so they could look at one another. "Sweetling?" "Yes, mommy?"

"Did Thea shift on her own or did she have some sort of influence?" Rosemary hesitated again. "Draga, please talk to me. Do you know how sensitive your mommy is about her abilities and how children were hurtful to her growing up?"

Rosemary nodded her head and looked sad. "And do you know that mommy is anxious to protect Thea and teach her to love her own form?" The girl looked worried and a little guilty. "Speak to me sweetling." "Yes, mommy." "Yes, mommy, what?" "I know those things."

"Did she shift on her own?" Rose shook her head no. "I'm sorry mommy." The dam burst and Rose told Alcina all about the Morticia and Gabrielle's conversation earlier. Alcina's eyes glowed gold with rage and she stood still holding Rose. The girl reached out wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's neck. "Don't be angry mommy. I'm sorry."

"Hush child. I'm not angry with you. I'll never be angry with you," she said nuzzling Rose's face. "You can't hurt them mommy." "Oh?" she asked as though it were a challenge. "They have daughters of their own. Morticia is Wednesday's mom," she reminded her mother, and she watched as the golden glow in her eyes subsided somewhat at the mention of Wednesday.

"Well, I may not be able to disembowel her, but she doesn't have to know that." Alcina chose not to tell Larissa what had happened yet as they drove to Nevermore for dinner with the students and their families. She watched her wife repeatedly looking into the mirror at their baby who was smiling and giggling at her. Larissa would smile back but then look worried until she noticed Alcina staring, and she tried to cover up her concern.

They arrived and made their way to the quad where the tables were set for dinner. Morticia and Gabrielle approached Larissa laughing together like old friends. "Hi, Rissa," Morticia said in the sickly-sweet tone of hers. "You remember Bianca's mother?" "Oh yes, of course, how are you Ms. Barclay?" Larissa's usual chipper professional attitude replaced the concerned mother that'd had arrived a moment ago. "Morticia mentioned you'd had a baby," she said gesturing toward the bundle in her arms, "Congratulations! May I see her?"

Larissa's smile faltered briefly. "Of course," she said turning the little bundle of black lace in her arms. She caught the look of surprise on both of their faces and became immediately suspicious. Bianca's mother recovered from her shock and smiled at the beautiful blonde baby. "Oh how precious Larissa. She looks just like you." Larissa attempted to put her best professional smile back in place despite her misgivings. "Thank you so much Ms. Barclay."

"Mother, I think everyone's just about ready to eat," Rosemary said stepping from behind her. Morticia startled. "Hello again, Ms. Addams." "Did you call Rissa mother?" "Yes." "Yes, Rose is Alcina's daughter; our daughter." It was then Morticia noticed the incredibly tall raven-haired beauty looming in the shadows behind Larissa. Her eyes glowing golden in the darkness.

As she stepped forward into the light, Morticia detected a glint to her eye that made her subconsciously step back. Her brain tried to catch up. "So...earlier when Wednesday..." "Oh yes, I wasn't certain how you'd feel about Wednesday coming with us to Nag’s Head, but she had expressed interest, and I told her we would love to have her if you were alright with it..." Morticia looked back to Alcina and took another step back. "Right...well, we won't keep you."

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Larissa tried to put Thea's shift from her mind as she moved fully into Principal Weems mode. She smiled and talked happily with everyone as she moved between the tables. Thea stayed in Alcina's arms and Larissa hoped none of the parents who'd already met her would say anything about her appearance.

Thankfully no one mentioned it, and dinner drew to a close as the families dispersed. She and Alcina walked over to the van to return home. Wednesday and Enid followed after Rose and stood discussing their plans for the upcoming trip as Alcina looked on.

Larissa turned, opened the sliding side door, and prepared to put Thea in her car seat. As she pulled the baby away from her chest, she saw the girl had shifted back to her usual form. "Hi, my love. There's my girl," she cooed happily at her.

Thea made a sort of reptilian rattling noise from the back of her throat. Larissa smiled and caressed her face softly before running her fingertip along the child's lip. As she expected the baby reached out and caught the finger with her incisor cutting the tip of it open. Larissa allowed the baby to engulf her finger into her mouth and suckle happily at the wound. The baby's eyes glowed as Larissa whispered, "I missed you my beautiful perfect girl."

Alcina caught the smell of her beloved's blood in the air and turned to see what had happened. She smiled to see Larissa happy and their daughter feeding from her. She wrapped her hand around Larissa's waist and her wife stood to meet her without removing her finger from their daughter. Alcina bent to place a kiss on her lips and Larissa hummed happily at her.

Alcina stepped around to the front of the vehicle and removed a band aid from the console. She returned and plucked her wife's finger gently from the girl's mouth. She bent and kissed the girl as she huffed in annoyance. She wrapped her wife's wounded finger.

As Rosemary turned from her friends, she found her mothers fussing over one another and the baby and she slipped into a vision suddenly. The scene in front of her remained the same except she now saw a second baby in the far seat of the van. The baby resembled Thea's shifted form, a rosy cheeked human baby with Larissa's blue eyes, but instead of the blonde curls, this child had Alcina's raven-colored ones. She was a perfect mix of the two women.

Rose stared intently at the baby who smiled back at her. After a moment the vision vanished, and she remained staring at the three real people in front of her. Alcina turned to her. "Are you ready to go home sweetling?" She kissed Rose on the top of her head and placed a hand on her back guiding her to the vehicle.

Rose shook the vision from her mind as she climbed in. She'd nearly forgotten about it entirely until she came down for breakfast the next morning. She sat down at the table to Alcina holding Thea and discussing the route they'd take to their beach house with Larissa.

Suddenly the vision of the second baby returned to her and Rose saw her cradled in Larissa's arms as she nursed. Larissa noticed Rose staring intently at her with a glazed look about her. She seemed to be somewhere else. "Darling is everything alright?" The words drew her out of the vision and once again the child vanished. "Oh...uh yeah. Sorry, just lost in thought," she said picking up her fork and focusing on her plate. Alcina and Larissa exchanged a glance.

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Larissa returned to the study after putting Thea down for a nap to find her wife reading on the sofa in front of the fire. As she took her seat beside her, the book was placed on a side table and Larissa was immediately ensconced in her wife's arms. Alcina drew the throw over her as she cupped her belly with her palms and leaned in placing kisses. along her neck and shoulder. Larissa leaned into the contact humming happily.

Soon she needed Alcina's attention more directly. She cupped her face and pulled her up into a passionate kiss. They sat wrapped up together exploring each other's mouths.

Rosemary lay on the day bed in Larissa's sunroom lost in another vision. It could have been a memory from their previous weekend but for one small addition. She lay in her mothers' bed draped across both women's legs with her head in Larissa's lap. Larissa played with her hair as Alcina nuzzled and kissed Althea. The only thing out of the ordinary about the scene was the addition of the second baby sitting on Larissa's thigh with her mother's arm wrapped around her belly holding her upright. The raven-haired baby smiled at Rose and shook the rattle she held in her chubby little fist.

As the vision vanished from her eyes and she lay staring up at the sky through the glass ceiling above her, Rose was left with the name Philippa. She repeated it to herself and then her phone pinged, and she sat up and read the text from Enid fine tuning their trip's itinerary.

Alcina rested her forehead to Larissa's. "Draga, I meant to tell you earlier. I think you should speak with Rose about Thea." "About Thea?" "I think she may have something she needs to confess." Larissa looked at her in confusion.

She made her way down the hall to the sunroom where she knocked gently at the door. "Sweetheart, may I come in?" "Yes, of course, mommy. It's your room." Larissa stepped inside and Rose put her phone down on the side table.

Rose scooted to the side and Larissa sat and then lay down next her. Rose threw her blanket over them both and they stared up at the sky and the hanging potted plants overhead. Rose moved over to her mother and draped one of her legs and one of her arms over her. Larissa wrapped her up in her arms and held her close. "Your mother suggested perhaps we needed to talk about Thea."

Rose hesitated for a moment. "I told her to shift." Larissa turned to look at her with concern creasing her brow. "Why sweetheart?" "I was just trying to protect her. And you." "Protect us from what?" She hesitated again. "Ms. Addams and Ms. Barclay." Larissa sat up. "Morticia? What did she do?" Rose didn't respond. "Did she say something about Thea?" Rose sat up next to her mother and hugged her, but she still didn't respond.

Larissa huffed in exasperation. "About a baby? For God's sake. That's a new low even for her." "She called her a monster," Rose mumbled. She thought Larissa would shout again but when she heard no response Rose looked up to find tears brimming in the bottoms of her mother's eyes.

She reached up and kissed her on the cheek, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's neck and pulling her close. She whispered in her ear, "Please don't cry mommy. I'm so sorry."

Larissa buried her face in Rose's shoulder. "I don't blame you sweetheart. It's just that I wanted to protect her from being bullied for her appearance and her abilities. I wanted to be able to teach her to accept herself because it took me so long to learn that for myself."

Rose held her mother tightly and rocked her while rubbing circles on her back. "I didn't mean to take that from you. I just panicked when I heard them talking and I thought I could fix it."

Larissa pulled back and wiped the tears from her eyes. She brought Rose back in against her and kissed her. "It's alright sweetheart. She's your little sister. You're allowed to protect her when you can. I'll be okay." She held her daughter and ran her hands through her hair, massaging the girl's scalp.

"I thought mother was going to tear her apart." Larissa chuckled. "I'm surprised she didn't." "I had to remind her that both women are mothers also." Rose turned and lay her head in her mother's lap. Larissa continued to run her hands through her hair, smiling down at her.

"I've been having visions lately." "Oh?" "Yeah, Wednesday's been trying to teach me to control them." "Would you like to speak with Ms. Eldritch? She's quite good with her powers." "No, I think we're managing okay so far." "Oh, well, care to enlighten me as to what they're about?"

"I would actually." Larissa quirked her eyebrows in curiosity. "Lately I've been seeing your third daughter an awful lot." Larissa looked confused for a moment. "Is that what Enid calls herself?" "What?" Rose laughed, "No... well, yes, probably...but that's not the third daughter I'm referring to."

Larissa raised both brows in surprise. "I didn't know I had a third daughter." "You don't...yet." "Oh," Larissa said finally understanding. "Oh," she said again as it fully registered, "Really?" "I keep seeing her everywhere I look. Philippa." "Philippa?" Larissa thought for a moment. "I'm sure your mother would love to have another."

Rose chuckled. "Mommy would go on having children forever if you'd let her...what about you though? Do you want another?" "I adore the two of you and I love to see you mother happy." "But?"

"Well, sweetheart, it's mostly logistics that worry me." Rose looked confused. "Their appetites sweetheart. We live in a small town and your mother has her needs. I've been driving over an hour away for my outings with your sister just in case. Last weekend, while I was putting groceries in the car, a man approached trying to mug me. Thea leapt from her car seat and mauled him. I appreciate that she was fed and everyone else was a little less likely to be mugged in that parking lot, but there's always the matter of disposing of the bodies. I don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves."

Rose sat up. "I don't think she has the blood lust." "What?" "Philippa, I don't think she has the blood lust. She looks like a normal human baby. She has blue eyes like yours, but black hair like mother." "If Alcina gave birth to her, would she not be infected with the cadou?" "I'm infected and I don't have it." Larissa stared at her thoughtfully for a moment.

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Later that night, when Larissa slipped into bed next to Alcina. Alcina reached out and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her over and on top of her. She knew it was Larissa's favorite spot, laying on top of her with her face buried in her bosom. "Did you speak to Rose earlier?" "Um hm," Larissa said as she kissed each of Alcina's breasts. "And are you okay draga?" "Yes, sweetheart. I'm alright," she said surprising Alcina by working her way lower with her kisses.

"Good. What are you doing down there?" she asked as Larissa placed kisses over her ribs and moved lower to her belly. She ran her palm in circles on Alcina's lower belly while kissing her through the silk fabric of her negligee just above her belly button. As she continued to kiss and caress her belly, Alcina felt tendrils of pleasure uncoiling themselves in her belly and running down into her core. "Just thinking," Larissa said. "Thinking about what draga?" "Things."

"Ah...well, while you're there..." she trailed off and waited for her wife to get the picture. She saw a pair of sapphire blue eyes appear over the tops of her breasts and smile lines appeared in the corners of them. "Of course, darling," Larissa said as the eyes disappeared from her view.

#my fic #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #original female character #fluff #principal weems #wendesday addams #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 village

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