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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Unexpected- pt 2

Part 1.

Summary: Melissa is nothing if not caring through the rest of your pregnancy.

WC: ~3.65k

Since you and Melissa have reconciled, things have been moving quickly between the two of you. You’ve had the discussion that this cannot be some little fling- that if she’s serious about being with you, she has to mean it. She assures you that you’re all she wants- you tell her the same. But that doesn’t stop those doubts that you aren’t it for her from coming into your head, especially now that your body really is starting to change and grow. You have the smallest bump that is really only visible if you wear a tighter shirt.

You’re examining yourself in the mirror one day after school while Melissa is in your apartment getting dinner together (you’re craving chicken nuggets and broccoli with peanut butter, to which she looks at you with disgust; she shrugs though and promises you she’ll get it together while you go take a well-deserved nap after the day you had with the kids). Your bump isn’t really all that big right now, but you’ve seen pictures of your mom carrying you. If her pregnancy is anything to go by, you’ll be huge by the end of this. And… you’re not sure you’re ready for that. Your emotions get the best of you, yet again, and you burst into loud and aggressive sobs.

Down the hall, Melissa hears. Her heart breaks- she knows that you’ve been wildly hormonal, and she hates seeing and hearing you so upset. The redhead makes her way towards your cries, and she finds you holding up your shirt looking in the mirror as you sob.

“Oh, hun,” she sighs softly as she pulls you into her arms. The sobs that shake your body only make her hold you tighter. “Sweetheart, what’s goin’ on?”

“I’m- I’m gonna g-get so f-fat from this kid!” you wail. “And then, you’re gonna- you’re gonna leave me!”

Melissa sighs. Not this talk again. “Baby, how many times do I have to tell you that isn’t going to happen? I’m not leaving, ever. You’re mine.”

“But how can you be so sure?” you cry into her chest.

She turns you around in her arms so you can see yourself in the mirror. You instinctively try to turn away, but she holds you in your place as her hands wander down to your stomach. She kisses your temple, and then your cheek, and then she cranes her neck to kiss your lips. “Because have you seen yourself? You’re… stunning. And you aren’t going to get fat, you’re going to be growing a baby. That is such a beautiful thing.”

I’m going to be huge,” you groan as you wipe at your tears aggressively. “My back already hurts, and my rings already barely fit… and I’m barely four months in!”

“You’re already almost halfway there, and you’re so small now as it is,” your girlfriend tells you as her hands trail away from your stomach and to your back. She gently starts massaging your lower back, and you practically melt into her touch. “And when you do pop, who cares? You’re still you, you’re still gorgeous, and you’re still doing something that is so beautiful: creating a life. And I promise you, Y/N, I’m gonna be here for all of it.”

“Even when I’m a bitch, and I get fat, and when I’m in labor and cursing and yelling at you?”

“Yes,” she chuckles softly as she kisses away your tears. “I told you, I’m in this.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m sorry… I just got emotional. You know I’ve never had the best outlook on my body, and I- it still gets to me sometimes.”

“I get it,” she nods along. “But I’ll always be right here to tell you that you are absolutely gorgeous and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Now, why don’t we go finish up dinner together, and then when that’s done, I can help work out some of the soreness in your back?” she suggests.

You nod.

By the time you fall asleep that night, you’re feeling much better thanks to your girlfriend’s words and her magical touch.

—

Now that you’re in your second trimester, you’re body is changing and growing, and Melissa is always there to help soothe the not so nice thoughts that haunt you.

You’re out shopping for maternity clothes because you’ve started to show a bit more. You’ve been putting this off, and she finally told you that maybe you should consider buying some maternity clothing because you can’t keep wearing the same pair of jeans with a hair tie to extend the button any further.

“You think I’m getting fat?” you look at her with anger.

“Honey, I never said that,” Melissa sighs. You’ve been in this mood lately where anything she says is somehow equated to something bad about you. You’re trying to pick a fight at this point, and she knows that whatever she says will set you off, but she still tries. “You’re body is just growing to accommodate the little peanut, and I think you would be more comfortable in stretchier things as opposed to trying to squeeze.”

“So I’m getting fat,” you fold your arms over your (significantly bigger than usual) chest. “You know what? Fuck this.”

You storm off to your room, and she rubs at her temples. Melissa has been walking on eggshells with you lately, and she can only hope that your moods will start to subside, and quick. After leaving you to stew for about five minutes, she follows you into your bedroom and wraps her arms around you.

“Are you feeling better?”

You nod as you lean against her. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she promises you as she kisses your temple. “Better me than your kids.”

Along with your growing and changing body, your mood swings are at an all time high, and… unfortunately for you, so is your sex drive. Just one look at her, and you’re craving her. Sometimes, you have to wake her up in the middle of the night to help… get rid of those feelings. She doesn’t mind, but you know that it’s wearing her down a bit waking up two times every night to take care of you. She hopes that your absolutely insane sex drive will simmer down at least a little bit, but she’s happy that she gets to be the one to help take care of you in those moments. She jokes with you that you are insatiable. And you are, always asking for more.

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You’re about twenty-three weeks along when you feel the baby kick for the first time. You’ve felt little flutters here and there, but this is one that you very much feel. You’re sitting in the staff lounge in the morning while Melissa makes your tea when it happens. You let out a soft gasp, and she’s immediately at your side.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?”

“It kicked,” you say softly as you lay your hand over where the baby had kicked you. “I felt it.” You take her hand in your own and place it on your stomach. Almost immediately, you feel another little kick, and you look to your girlfriend to see if she could also feel it.

You know she can, because her eyes almost immediately well with tears. “Wow. That- That’s the baby.”

“Yeah,” you whisper as you lean in and kiss her cheek. “That’s our baby.”

When everyone else comes in, there a bit thrown by the emotion the second grade teacher is showing.

“What’s wrong?” Barbara asks quietly.

“Nothin’,” Melissa replies softly, her hand still on your ever-growing stomach. “Felt the baby kick, is all.”

The solemn face that the kindergarten teacher has is replaced with a grin as she claps her hands together joyfully. “Oh, now that is wonderful to hear.”

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As you continue to grow in size, Melissa is always doing everything she can for you to make you more comfortable- both at school and at home.

At school, the redhead kicks Mr. Morton off the couch in the break room when you need to lay down and take a nap during lunch periods- glaring around the room and daring anyone to wake you. She takes over your recess duties so you don’t have to freeze your ass off or be on your feet for too long. Melissa has Ashley make all of your copies for you so you don’t have to run back and forth to the office. The second grade teacher makes sure that your tea mug is always full, and that you’re always stocked up on the food that you’re craving that week, even if it goes against everything she believes in food wise.

And at your apartment, the redhead has taken over cleaning. She pretty much has you sitting on the couch with your feet up at any given moment, claiming that you overexert yourself at school with the kids as it is and you need to take it easy. You always roll your eyes and tell her that you’re pregnant, not broken. She just hums and kisses you before continuing on with her cooking and cleaning. At night, Melissa massages your shoulders, rubs anti-stretch mark cream over your stomach, and works out the soreness in your feet. That often to leads to quite a few rounds of sex, and when it comes time to turn in for the night, she’s spooning you, her arm draped around you and kissing your temple. For someone who’s pregnant, you’d say you’re sleeping pretty damn comfortably with your girlfriend around.

—

It doesn’t hit you until you’re around thirty-two weeks pregnant that you haven’t put together any sort of baby registry, haven’t thought about a nursery… how could you let that slip your mind? Pregnancy brain was really getting the best of you as of lately- it actually has this entire pregnancy.

“Shit,” you groan to yourself as you lay in bed, exhausted.

“You okay?” Melissa calls. You just groan in response. You hear her run into your room before you can open your eyes. “Babe, are you-”

“I’m fine,” you sigh as you roll onto your other side. “I just realized I haven’t planned any sort of thing for a registry, or a baby shower, or… God, I’m an idiot.”

“No you aren’t,” your girlfriend kisses your head and starts to prop you up. She situates herself behind you and starts rubbing at your back. “It slipped your mind, and I knew it did, so I took care of it.”

“Took care of what?”

“The registry, and you can’t tell anyone I told you, but the Abbott crew is throwing a surprise baby shower for you,” the redhead says softly.

You turn to look at her in shock. “What?”

“I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ else so at least it’s a surprise as to when it’ll be,” Melissa smirks. She kisses you gently as she continues to work out the knots in your back.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you whisper.

—

It’s two weeks later that you’re over at Melissa’s house in her bedroom watching a movie while she cleans her house. After, the two of you are supposed to be going to dinner, so you have one of the flower dresses on that the two of you bought.

Little do you know, the entire Abbott crew is quietly setting up your baby shower downstairs.

She comes up around four, asking if you’re awake and ready for dinner. You struggle to get out of the bed, but you smile at her once you’ve found your footing. “Peanut and I have been ready for three hours.”

“We had lunch three hours ago,” your girlfriend deadpans.

“I’m eight months pregnant,” you roll your eyes. “But yes, I’m ready.”

You start to make your way towards her, but she doesn’t come to hold your hand like she usually does. “What? Do I have bedhead?”

“No,” she says softly. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“We’re already dating, and you’re already considered the second mother to my child,” you chuckle. “No need to flatter.”

“I’m serious, babe,” Melissa reaches forward and pulls you in as close as she can. “You are… the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You kiss her gently before reaching for the bedroom door to head down the steps. She holds your hand the whole way down, and as you reach the bottom step, you hear a chorus of, “Surprise!”

You instinctively jump, not ready for that, and your eyes flit up to see that Melissa’s downstairs is decorated beautifully and the entire Abbott crew is standing there with smiles on their faces.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself, hands cupping your mouth. “What- how?”

“You thought we weren’t going to celebrate the newest member of the Abbott family?” Ava asks you. “C’mon, now.”

You turn to Melissa. “You weren’t really cleaning, were you?”

“Considering you came in to this house a few hours ago and none of this was set up, no. I was helping pull off the best baby shower for my best girl.”

It’s a small little get together, but you wouldn’t ask for it any other way. It’s beautiful, it’s simple, it’s perfect.

When it’s time for gifts, Barbara pulls out a rocking chair from one of the closets, and it has a bow on it. “This is from Gerald and me,” she tells you. “I found having a rocker was one of the best things.”

You open present after present, each of your coworkers absolutely spoiling you and your future baby.

Once you’ve made your way through the various bags and boxes, you grin at them all with tears in your eyes. “Thank you… thank you all so much.”

“There’s one more gift,” Melissa tells you gently. “But we have to go upstairs for it.”

“What?” you ask. “Guys, we really don’t need anything else.”

Melissa insists though, and everyone makes their way up the steps towards the second bedroom that your girlfriend uses for an office.

“The office?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

The redhead turns the doorknob and pushes open the door. It’s no longer her office, but it’s instead a nursery.

“Surprise?” she says nervously.

You walk in, and tears pour down your face as you see the small little touches that everyone has put into the baby’s nursery.

“How did you guys-” you cut yourself off as a choked out sob comes out. Immediately, all of your coworkers turn concerned. “Happy tears,” you whisper. “Really, really happy tears.”

The Abbott crew looks relieved at that, and you continue to look around.

“It took us… quite some time to put this together,” Melissa admits. “But we all pitched in to do our best for you and baby.”

“I’d say you did pretty damn well,” you let out a watery chuckle. You hug her tightly before pressing your lips against her own.

“There’s one more surprise that comes with this one though,” your girlfriend pulls away from you just slightly.

“And that would be?”

“Barb?” Melissa turns to her work wife for a brief second, and when she turns around, she has a ring box in her hand. She gets down on one knee and opens the box. Inside is the most beautiful ring you think you’ve ever seen.

“I told you when we first got together that you’re all I want,” the redhead says quietly. “Told you I was in this for the long run, and I meant it.”

“I thought you didn’t want to get married again,” you whisper.

“I told you it would take an absolute freaking miracle for me to get married again,” she corrects you. “And you’re that miracle for me… you and peanut. Marry me?”

You nod immediately, tears once again taking over. There are cheers behind you, but all that you see and care about is the woman in front of you as she stands and kisses you soundly. Her free hand makes its way to your belly, and she can feel a flutter against it.

“Baby’s happy we’re getting married too,” you laugh as you pull away.

She slips the ring onto your finger, promising that you’ll get it resized once you aren’t pregnant anymore.

“If you couldn’t tell, this was also my way of asking you to move in,” she says seriously.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle. “Of course.”

“You hear that guys? We’re on moving duty next week!” There’s a chorus of groans and long faces, but they’re quickly replaced with beaming ones when you show off the ring on your finger.

You don’t know how the manage it, but all of your stuff is moved into Melissa’s house the following week, and you know you’re home.

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Being as heavily pregnant as you are right now in the dead of summer is no joke. You’re sweating your ass off, and you wish that you could enjoy the nice summer air like you usually do. But you can’t, because if you even step outside of the air conditioned house, you drip in sweat.

“You’re almost there, baby,” Melissa tells you softly as she rubs your swollen feet.

You look down at your stomach as your hands rest there gently. “Get out,” you grumble at your baby. “I’m ready.”

“Peanut’s not though,” your fiancée laughs.

“Should be,” you groan. “My due date was four days ago.”

“They say that first time mothers usually go over.”

That night, the braxton hicks contractions are a bitch. You just can’t get comfortable in bed, and all you want to do is sleep. But this damn baby is keeping you up.

It’s one in the morning when you finally give up going to bed and quietly extract yourself from Melissa’s hold. You opt for walking around the house instead knowing that usually gets them to ease up or go away. But they don’t. It’s about eight minutes before another contraction hits you. And then another eight. And then another. And that’s how you know you’re in the beginning stages of true labor, and these aren’t just contractions getting your body ready- it’s about to be time.

You labor by yourself for the next hour and a half, wanting the redhead to get as much sleep as possible before this baby comes. Finally, they have you doubling over in pain. You know that as much as you want her to be well-rested, you want the support that you know Melissa will provide. So you head into the bedroom.

“Baby?” you shake her gently as you stand on her side of the bed. “Melissa.”

She wakes with a small jolt. “What? What is it, honey? I’m too tired for sex right now.”

“I’m in labor,” you reveal, and her eyes nearly bulge out of her head at those words.

“What?”

“Have been for… maybe the last three hours?”

“And you didn’t wake me?!”

“I wanted to be sure it was really labor,” you sigh.

She’s out of bed and running around to get everything ready before you can even make your way out of the bedroom to follow her. “Honey,” you call. “Slow down. We don’t need to go to the hospital yet.”

“And why wouldn’t we?!”

“Because they’re still like seven minutes apart,” you tell her. “When they get closer together, we can go. But right now, I just want to stay comfortable at home, maybe get a meal in before we head there.”

She’s whipping up a batch of pancakes for you in an instant.

You labor at home for about another two and a half hours before they start to get close enough together that you can justify heading to the hospital. She’s there through it all. Helping you move around, making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be right now in this state, doing everything she can for you.

When you finally tell her you’re ready, she has the baby bag in the car, and she’s helping you outside. You’re fine in the car until a particularly strong contraction starts, and you let out a small whine as the pain hits you enough to reach for your fiancée’s hand blindly and screw your eyes shut.

They get you into the room quickly, Melissa’s threats helping you get there faster. And then you’re hooked up to a million different wires and left to continue this process.

It’s long and painful, and you couldn’t even guess how many times you’ve cursed at Melissa or screamed at her to get out, but she never does. She’s always right by your side and doing everything she can to help you through this.

It’s nine in the morning when you feel the urge to push, and it’s another hour and a half of crying and begging for the baby to just get out before it’s finally here.

“Congrats, Momma,” the doctor says softly as she sets the baby on your chest. “A beautiful baby girl.”

“Oh my god,” you cry as you look down at your daughter. “Oh my god.”

“You did it, honey,” Melissa whispers as she presses a delicate kiss to your sweaty forehead. “We have a baby girl.” Then she stretches out the hand that you had in a death grip through most of your labor.

It’s a bit before it’s just you, your fiancée, and your baby girl.

“Do we have a name?” Melissa asks you gently. “I know we were between a few, but ultimately it’s up to you.”

“Caterina,” you whisper as you stroke your little one’s chubby cheek. “Caterina Grace.”

Those green eyes that you’ve fallen in love with look to you with tears in her eyes. “Caterina?”

You nod and kiss her before placing the softest kiss on your daughter’s temple.

“Caterina Grace, the love of my life,” Melissa whispers.

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natailiatulls07 · 8 months

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The golden trio Pt 3

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - a little amount of hate and talks of sex (a quick comment)

A/n - I will most likely post of either Wednesdays or weekends, it’s just those are the days where my schedule is more freed up 🤍

The golden trio

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n last night, she was with Lando Norris and they looked like they were doing some food shopping. How is everyone feeling after seeing Charles and Max’s posts earlier today?

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username Personally I feel bad, I mean Charles and Max wouldn’t post and say those things if it was lie

username I mean maybe we were wrong. Tbh I’m annoyed at myself for assuming those things 😔

username Come on guys, she obviously manipulating them!

= username I highly doubt that, they’re very smart men and wouldn’t let that happen

= username Plus she hasn’t been back to their apartment since the other night sooo 🤨

yourusername posted to her close friend’s story

Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Red: Charles) (Blue: Max)

Hey

Hey Bee, how are you??

I’m good, Lando showed me your posts on instagram. You know you didn’t have to

But we had to Bee and we wanted to. They were horrible to you, you’re our best friend, our sunshine. You obviously do not deserve it

Yeah ofc, we’d be the worst people ever if we let them carry on

You know I’m not angry at you guys, never was, I think just after what happened I needed to give us a little of space

We know Bee, we’d be same. I’m just glad you bumped into Lando and he let you stay at his place for a few day

About that…don’t get annoyed please

Why would we get annoyed?? 🤨

Um well

Me and Lando slept together

Ok…right well I know that I’m not annoyed about that, was it meaningless or what??

Yeah, I agree with Charlie. I just don’t want to see you getting hurt by him…

We were both drunk and um we woke up the next morning. I remember doing it but he said that doesn’t remember so I think it was more or less meaningless

That’s alright, it’s okay that it ended up that way, don’t worry

Okay…I’m probably gonna to head back to the apartment later today once I finish some work so I’ll see you guys later 🤍

See you later Bee 💙

Bye Bee ❤️

f1gossip

Spotted: Outside her apartment building, Y/n L/n and Lando Norris was caught sharing an intimate moment together. Is there something going on?? Or is it just friends being friends??

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username Ngl I ship it 😋

username I wanna know how Max and Charles feels about this duo 😯

username So is she moving back into the apartment??

= username Where was she staying over the past few days??

= username A lot of people were saying that she was staying with Lando because he was non stop posting her and seen with her

= username That makes sense ngl

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username Ikr, she proper calls them out on everything!! It’s amazing 😍

username I was stalking her instagram earlier and some of the older posts are just amazing 🥰

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New going purple episode!! We have the gorgeous Y/n L/n in, we talk online hate, friends, relationships and anything in between. Thank you so much babes, I loved just hanging out with you!!

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yourusername Loved hanging out with you, need to do it again soon 🤭

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username One queen hanging out with another queen, I love it 🥹

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prismatic-bell · 2 months

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Something happened at work the other day that I feel like Tumblr would enjoy.

So I have a Native coworker we’ll call D. (I actually have several Native coworkers, but D is the subject of this story.) This woman has forgotten more about this industry than I’ll ever have the chance to learn; you know that post that goes around about how in every office there’s one petite motherly lady with a title like “secretary” or “assistant” and she’s the one who actually runs the place? At my job, that’s D.

D often gets a lot of shit because she’s deeply sarcastic and can be biting because she doesn’t suffer fools. But the truth is, that’s just her—learn to accept that her humor is dark and based in irony and you’ll quickly find she’s actually pretty funny and knowledgeable. So in January I submitted her for employee of the month, and she won.

A couple days ago I was walking by the board where they post pictures of honorees for stuff like employee of the month, employee of the year, letters from the CEO, that kind of thing. And I noticed they’d updated it, and there was D’s photo.

First of all, I have never seen this woman BEAM before. I think she was stunned someone looked past the veneer to recognize the skill beneath, and was thrilled to know it. But second of all?

She was wearing a bandanna, which I have never seen her do before, and it was in Native colors. I’m not sure what her tribe is, but people who’ve lived near Southwestern indigenous tribes will know what I mean when I say there’s a certain richness and boldness to Native color and design that isn’t really present in white Southwestern culture, and when you see it enough you start to recognize the patterns and colors as being distinctly indigenous. I’m confident when I say it was of Native design.

I don’t think it was official regalia in the sense of “this is what she’d wear if she was performing a ceremony at a powwow” or “this is something ancestral her great-times-five-grandparents would recognize,” but the colors and what little I could see of the design on it suggested she saw a chance to dress up a bit and represent her people and was happy to have and take it, and it made me happy to know it made her happy. It wasn’t a thing that was on my radar when I submitted her—what I was thinking was “if she ever leaves this company is going to fall apart in like five minutes flat”—but I’m glad it became part of her win.

It made me glad, and I feel like there are people here who’d also be glad of it, so I’m sharing it with you. Be kind today, or at least only call someone a dumbass if they really deserve it. (It’s what D would do.)

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lilacsbeeswax · 2 months

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🌹 draco realizing he has feelings for a hufflepuff reader :)

To Like a Hufflepuff

(Thank you for the request! 💕)

Part of my 2 year milestone writing event!

MASTERLIST

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“God, another boring lesson at this boring ass school. You’d think we deserve better.” Draco commented to Mattheo and Blaise.

“You’re just upset that you have to sit with some ugly ass Gryffindor, while I sit with Pansy. She’s one beautiful piece of work.” Blaise smirked.

He pushed Draco into Mattheo, causing Mattheo to reply, "We get it, Zabini, you hookup with Parkinson when you’re both drunk out of your minds.”

“Funny for you to say Mr. Man Whore,” Blaise responded, looking Mattheo up and down with feigned disgust.

“Oh whatever, at least I’m getting some ass, unlike Malfoy here.” Mattheo said, raising his his hands in front of his chest.

Draco sped up and turned around so he was walking backward as to look at the boys. He laughed, “My sex life is none of your-“ He was quickly cut off as he ran back first into someone, bouncing off of them slightly, neither falling. “Watch where you’re going you filthy-“ he began quickly, before being cut off as he looked the girl up and down.

Lovely. That’s the only way he knew how to describe her. Her perfect hair, her beautiful eyes, the smile that never seemed to waver plastered across her stunning face, he loved everything, except for one thing. She was a Hufflepuff.

He’d remembered her, she would stand out in a crowd, her bright yellow and black robes could be seen from a mile away. He always had an odd urge to say ‘hi’ but the words were so difficult to come by. Now, that wouldn’t be so hard.

“Hey.” He said, voice squeaking slightly.

“Hi.” She replied, crouching to pick up the book she had dropped. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying much attention to walking because I had forgotten to read a chapter of this book for history of magic and I was trying to get it done but I guess that was a bad idea. But, also to be fair, you shouldn’t have been walking backwards, not that I can dictate what you do, but,” she paused taking a deep breath. “I’m rambling aren’t I?”

“A little bit, it’s alright though, love.” He chuckled, gaining confidence in her nervousness.

He could hear his friends groan and say under their breaths, “Good luck mate.” As they walked away, leaving the two alone.

“Thanks, um,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry was what I was trying to say.”

A beat of silence laid upon them as Draco thought up what to say. He wasn’t used to feeling such intense feelings for anyone, especially a Hufflepuff. “Would you like to come to a party with me this weekend? Just some friends from a few different houses getting together.”

“Oh, uhm… sure?” She giggled awkwardly. “Out of all of the things I thought you’d say my first guess was not that.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d love to go with a beautiful girl, such as yourself on my arm.”

“Okay, well we can meet up to talk about it later? By the lake after dinner?”

“I’d love too.” He smirked.

“I have to get to class, but I’ll see you then Malfoy.” She replied, placing a hand on his bicep as she began walking away.

“See you then, pretty girl.”

He walked away himself joyfully, maybe there was a reason she felt so special to him before. Perhaps, it wasn’t so bad to have feelings for a Hufflepuff.

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MASTERLIST

#fluff #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #lilacsasks

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judeswhore · 7 months

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Imagine jude dating a girl who comes from a lower middle class family and has never been on a vacation or trip because her family could never afford so he surprises her with her first ever vacation to her dream destination and she gets so overwhelmed and grateful. Just soft and fluffy feels😊🥺

you’ve been dating for a while now and a few times you’ve made comments abt this one place you’ve really wanted to go to and he’s seen u like posts on twt and tiktok of all the things u can do there and just posts abt how pretty of a place it is. jude knows you’ve never been away and knows this place is at the top of ur list so when he has a break he’s booking a little weeks getaway there in the cutest villa like he’s just all out spoiling u and he tells u abt it a few weeks before when he comes to visit and ur just completely stunned silent at first bc u cant believe he’s done this for u. but then ur so overwhelmed with emotions bc ur so lucky to have him and so grateful and u love him so much and ur trying to tell him all this but ur also starting to cry so he’s just pulling u into his chest and kissing ur head all “u deserve a little break and i want to see the world with u, starting w this” and he’s so sweet u cant believe he’s real. saying multiple times during the lead up that he didn’t have to do it and u don’t want him spending his money on u when it’s not necessary and he’s just constantly reassuring u that this is what he wants, that he wants to spoil u and he wants to travel with u bc u deserve to have the things u couldn’t have before and why wldnt he treat his girlfriend to a holiday when she works so hard and deserves a little break period?

#hey jude :)

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Can I ask you write the League of Villains with a Carrie White!reader? Carrie and Tomura would end up falling in love as time went by because they share several similarities.

-Your mother always kept you on a short leash, to control you, to make sure that you didn’t do anything bad, anything sinful, and if you expressed your own desires, like going out to play, she would gaslight you, making you out to be the villain for leaving your ‘poor mother’ at home all by herself.

-You grew up extremely sheltered, and your mother did her best to make you believe the world was a dangerous place and the safest place was right next to her.

-She was quirkless and she viewed quirks as the work of the devil, even if it was something good, that would help others like a healing quirk, they were evil.

-So, when your own quirk manifested… it didn’t end well for you, harsh yelling, beatings, anything she could do to drive the devil from you, saying you were a sinner for having a quirk, despite it not being your fault.

-At school it wasn’t better, you were bullied mercilessly for one reason or another, for your naivety, your lack of cell phone, fun accessories, and many other reasons.

-You felt so alone, so scared, until it reached a boiling point.

-You didn’t mean to start that fire, after pig blood had been dumped on top of you in front of the whole school at an assembly, embarrassing you.

-Your powers went wild, locking all windows and doors, trapping everyone inside as a fire started. As they tried to break out with the quirks, you would grab them and pull them back, even as they begged you for mercy, but you had none to give because they didn’t deserve it.

-And when your mother arrived, seeing what you had done, she tried to attack you, coming at you with a knife, and when the police did nothing to stop her, mainly because they were too shocked to react, you killed her too, lashing out to protect yourself.

-You then ran as the police tried to arrest you, as you had killed so many students, teachers, and your mother, but they refused to listen to you that you were the victim of their harsh treatments.

-It was Shigaraki who found you, after you were hiding out in an abandoned warehouse as you couldn’t go home, he had seen the news and was impressed with your ability and drive, not realizing that it was a stress induced accident.

-He was stunned, when he offered you a hand, willing to take you in, to give you a home, when you lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He had the first to ever show you kindness.

-Shigaraki learned that you were a lot like him, having an extremely rough childhood, from not only your mother but your peers as well, and that you felt so alone, nobody would help you.

-This made him rather possessive of you, wanting to keep you by his side, which did take some getting used to as he was a boy and you were a little hesitant getting close, the conditioning of your mother showing its ugly face.

-The others in the League of Villains were welcoming to you, which you had never had before, they became friends- teaching you to have fun, and you learned that quirks were just a normal part of life, they weren’t something evil like what your mother was teaching you.

-They helped you learn about your quirk and taught you how to use it, to control it. It wasn’t a very strong quirk, telekinesis, but Shigaraki was able to tell that you were stronger than you looked, but that strength only came out during high stress, and he didn’t feel right doing that to you, you were a lot like him, he wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from the real evil of the world.

-It was a slow burn for you and Shigaraki, as you learned that he couldn’t touch you without risk of hurting you, but the two of you make it work, carefully, learning as you went. Toga thought the two of you were adorable, playfully teasing you which would make you turn bright red, but you knew, unlike the students you had killed, her teasing was harmless and playful.

-You didn’t go out and cause mayhem like the others, you weren’t a fighter, but they didn’t make you feel any less for it, Shigaraki preferred it that way, as he didn’t want you being hurt or getting arrested as authorities were still looking for you, deeming you as a villain.

-You were his reward for coming back in one piece, he would come back and sag into your arms, hugging you close, safely of course, and bask in your shy and gentle affections, and to feel safe and loved is all you wanted.

#shigaraki tomura #bnha #bnha x reader

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jacaerysgf · 1 year

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Hi can you do a Chad request? You can pick the plot!

Summary | You suffer from terrible nightmares and there's only one guy who can make you feel better.

Warnings | ex’s to lovers, fluff, comfort, short fic, not proofread

You had been suffering from terrible nightmares for a long time. Whenever you had one chad would stay up with you and hold you whispering comforting words until you fell asleep. Eventually whenever you would sleep next to Chad the nightmares had stopped completely, you finding complete comfort in him.

You and Chad had broken up about two weeks ago due to your own insecurity, he deserved somebody better, somebody that wasn't you. When you broke it off over text he spammed you and called you begging to talk to you but you never answered, opting to block him.

The nightmares had returned since you hadn't been sleeping with Chad and it sucked so bad but you couldn't admit that to him.

You avoided him in the halls when he looked at you and you cut contact from mindy, his sister, who was more than eager to question you in his stead. You had told anika to ignore him when he would come knocking on the door only for her to give you a sad look and shoo him away.

Its now the middle of the night, you're currently having a nightmare. It's awful the worst one you've had since before chad. You rush awake out of breath and screaming, seeing a figure sitting on the bed only makes it worse as you try to rush away hands grab your arms. You try to shake away before you hear his voice, “It's me, its chad its me baby its me.”

Your body unconsciously settles at the sound of his voice but you still cant seem to calm down, thrashing about and trying to shake him away.

“its me look at me baby its me.” he grabs your face and looks you dead in the eyes. Your face softens seeing him. You feel a rush of emotions as you stare into his kind eyes ones you havent seen in awhile.

He’s basically straddling you, attempting to bring you back down the way he always did, looking you dead in the eyes and placing one of your hands on his heart so you could feel it beat.

“its me.”

You finally settle down after a couple moments, “thank you…..” Your voice is hoarse and you look down awkwardly. A voice in your head reminds you that you two arent together anymore and you lean back away from him, well you cant really since he is basically sitting on you.

he frowns, “are you alright?”

You nod and dont look up at him.

“what are you doing here?”

He shifts slightly almost awkwardly, “anika called. She told me that you were having a really bad nightmare. She actually mentioned you had been having nightmares for awhile….” that traitor. “why didn't you mention it to me?”

“why wouldnt i? we arent together……”

You trail off not wanting to say it. he sighs, you can almost feel him frown.

“i know…. but i care about you. i- i dont want you to suffer alone. i told you i would always help you with these things.”

His comforting words lead your eyes to fill with tears. This was the guy you fell in love with and still loved.

you sob and he immediately wraps his arms around you bringing your head into his neck, “its okay, im here.” he rubs you back and you move closer to him. “ive missed you.”

He wrpas his arms tighter, you can feel his breath on your ear, “so have i. so much.”

he holds you for a couple more moments before he speaks again.

“can i ask you something? you never told me why we broke up, not that i need an explanation but did i do something wrong? if i did let me apologize i wanted, no i want us to work.”

“you deserve someone better than me-” too quickly he pulls back and looks you in the eyes. you suddenly feel embarrassed and attempt to hide your face but he doesn't let you, “what?”

“chad-” “you cant be serious right now.” you groan, “chad look i-” “nope im not accepting this, do you still love me?” “chad-” “do. you. still. love. me.”

you dont answer him and he sighs, “baby, you are the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, smart, funny and amazing person in the world. Theres no one better than you for me and ill spent forever proving it to you.”

He wipes the tears falling from your eyes and you nod, “i do im sorry im sorry i love you.”

he shushes you as he kisses your tears away, “its okay baby i love you more.”

he leans you down and gets you comfortable on the bed and cuddles you, “we’ll talk about it more in the morning, right now you need to sleep.”

as you drift off you fear you'll have a nightmare but with chad by your side you fall asleep soundly for the first time in weeks.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #scream vi #scream six #scream #chad meeks #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin x you

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weixuldo · 10 months

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Enigma// ch 21

anakin x reader

a/n: bear with anakin, he’s emotionally constipated lolll- i’m ngl i didn’t do a great job explaining his emotions- it makes more sense in my head i think- but i hope y’all understand where i’m coming from and if u don’t, don’t hesitate to send an ask!!

You can’t deal with Anakin’s juvenile attitude any longer; a confrontation follows.

warnings: cursing, alcohol abuse, hospitals, alcohol poisoning, ableist names (from anakin), self hatred

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“What the fuck are you staring at?!” you heard Anakin yell from his room as you make your way down the hall.

“Nothing sir, I just need to-”

“You work in a fucking hospital, you should see cripples all the time- so quit staring like i’m some sort of anomaly” he spat.

“Sir, please do not speak to me that way. I’m simply doing my job” you heard the nurse protest.

You debated entering, but you might just make it worse.

“Well I don’t need your help- I don’t even know why i’m here in the first place- I’m fine”

You knew Anakin hated hospitals, but he could have died… he needed to take it easy.

Timidly you entered his room, “Anakin..”

He shot his head towards you and so did the upset nurse. She was here to help him bathe and as much as you didn’t want to deal with his temper tantrum, you knew how insecure he was and you wanted to spare the nurse the verbal and emotional abuse.

“I can take it from here, If that’s alright” you offered to the woman standing beside the bed.

She looked relieved at your offer and nodded her head before hurrying for the exit. Before leaving she stole one last glance at Anakin.

“Take a picture, It’ll last longer!!” he shouted as the woman closed his room’s door.

Why did he do shit like that?

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Anakin, they’re just doing their job” you said, walking towards him.

“I don’t want them near me- they look at me like I'm some sort of freak!” he exclaimed, aggressively pointing his right stump at the door.

You sighed and advanced to his bedside. He wasn’t going to like it, but he did need to be cleaned; you placed a hand on your belly and sat on the edge of his bed.

“You know as well as I do that you need to stay clean”.

He just scoffed and turned his head away which made you roll your eyes at his immaturity.

The soft sponge slid against his bare chest as you cleaned him, you tried to keep light pressure so not too much water fell from the sponge.

Both of you stayed silent, neither daring to face the other.

Though he was silent, you could feel his burning gaze; as you focused on cleaning his body, his eyes lingered on you.

Anakin hadn’t seen you since you told him the news… he hadn’t seen how much you had grown.

He felt his heart thumping against his chest as he eyes the curve of your belly and newfound glow. You were absolutely stunning.

There was a sparkle in your gentle eyes as you carefully ran the soap along his broken body, you were meticulous and didn’t linger too long on his limbs (you knew he was insecure and he appreciated your notions).

Your hair was up but a few imperfect strands fell around your face, though to him, everything was perfect.

He missed you so much.

…so much.

Anakin winced as you attempted to clean around some of his IV ports.

“I’m sorry” you exclaimed, bracing yourself for his fallout, but it never came.

Odd.

You finished up, dried him, and began to leave; though before you turned the door handle you turned back around. You needed to know.

“Anakin, I just want to know…” you began after taking a deep breath.

Your eyes met his and all he saw was pure worry and care.

Fuck.

He didn’t deserve any of that from you, after saying what he said and tossing you aside.

“What?” he snapped a little harsher than he intended.

You jerked your head back at his bark of a response, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

Though it pained him, he felt that he was no good for you; there was no guarantee that he would be able to give up alcohol and as long as he was with it he couldn’t be sure that he would treat you right. In his fucked up brain he felt like pushing you away was the best (and easier) thing to do.

“Well don’t be. I’m fine.” he snapped again.

“Anakin, you’re being ridiculous” you huffed as your patience began wearing thin.

“Alright, the door is that way if you think i'm being ridiculous- I never asked you to sit here and help me. That was your own fuckin’ decision y/n. You can be done doing your ‘charity work’ now-”

“Fuck! Why do you have to be so goddamn difficult” you cried as the tears finally fell.

No response.

You should be used to his closed off behavior by now but something about it just tipped you further over the edge… you were desperate for a minute of his attention- you cared about him even though he had put you through hell the past few weeks.

You were here for him and he wouldn't give you a shred of respect.

“Are you so prideful that you can't admit that you were wrong?! I saw the test results Anakin, there’s no use hiding it from me anymore”

You saw his brow furrow and you continued, hoping to actually get a constructive response out of the stoic man.

“Would you rather drink yourself to death than just admi-”

“No!”

His sudden exclamation startled you and your eyes widened.

“Fuck, y/n.” he huffed; his blue eyes shooting an icy glare your way.

“I admit I was wrong. I have no problem admitting that-”

“Then why are you avoiding me and pushing me away?!” you pleaded with the man in front of you.

“I’m not- I just…” he trailed off as he looked out the window.

You sighed, walked towards the foot of his hospital grade bed, and placed your hands on the footrest. You were so exhausted; exhausted from the baby, exhausted by all of the preparations you had to make, and exhausted by playing this stupid game of cat and mouse with the man who once told you he loved you.

“Anakin, please… I don’t want to fight anymore. I came here because despite everything that’s happened some stupid part of me just cant let go of you and I hate that I cant. But that part still cares for you even though it shouldn't…and at least I have the decency to admit my feelings”

He blinked a few times before biting the inside of his cheek, he almost looked apologetic.

“I came here because I wanted to see you… When I got the call that you were in the hospital for alcohol poisoning- when they told me just how much you consumed… I was afraid you might not wake up.” you huffed out a sad laugh and shook your head. “Ya know, people don’t usually slip into a coma from drinking unless it's a life threatening amount.”

Your chest tensed when you remembered the emotions you felt when you got the call and began to tear up again.

“When they told me the severity of the situation I-I knew I had to be here… Anakin, I just wanna…” you trailed off, trying to figure out what you wanted to ask.

“Why did you… What the fuck made you feel like you needed to drink that much?”

The sandy haired man in front of you sat quietly for a few moments, probably collecting his scattered thoughts, until he finally landed on an answer.

“You”

What? How were you making him drink? You had done nothing to him.

“That makes no fucking sense Anakin, I haven’t reached out to you and you made damn sure that we wouldn’t see each other. So how exactly am I the reason you drank yourself into a fucking five day coma?!”

“No! It's not like tha-”

“Then what is it like?!” you shouted, your emotions flying all over the place; the hormones from the baby were not helping but neither was Anakin’s mood swings.

“I treated you like fucking shit! I was completely in the wrong to say all that I said and I’m a major fuck up!” he exclaimed as some veins became visible along his neck.

You went silent, when the hell did being an ass to you ever make him feel bad?

Why was this any different?

“I messed up… and when I got the results back…”

He cut himself off by attempting to keep his sobs subsided.

“I couldn’t deal with the fact that I treated you like that. And even now I can't handle the fact that I was so grotesquely vicious to you…”

He paused as he choked on his words.

“To the most kindhearted woman I have ever met” he squeaked out through his tears.

“Fuck, Y/n, I can’t believe what i’ve put you through, I h-hate myself more than you could imagine, I just don’t- I was so afraid of losing you and in the end, I fucking ruined it myself! I needed to forget, I needed to drink you away”

You relaxed your boxed off posture for a moment as you watched Anakin struggle with his emotions.

“I-I’m so sorry” he panted

Your heart broke at the pitiful scene unfolding in front of you… but even though his apologies were sincere and appreciated- a few words weren't going to change what happened.

“I appreciate your transparency, but I can’t just forget everything you’ve done” you explained with a sad expression.

HIs chest heaved but he nodded, attempting to blink away the tears.

“I don’t expect you to… But I just want you to know how- how deeply sorry I am. I-I don’t know what is going to happen with us, but I know, if you’ll allow me, I would like to be involved in the kid’s life” he said.

Not what you were expecting.

“y/n, I still love you-” he choked out.

“I know I’ve messed up- I’ve messed up my own life. I understand if you resent me or even hate me. And as much as I yearn for you, being with you is not a choice I get to make…I’ve missed you. Truly” he said sadly.

“As much as I want us to be able to go back to how we were, I know that is not possible. As much as I want to be with you through the rest of the pregnancy and after that, I know that ultimately, it is your decision”

He was bearing his soul to you and you felt your heart pulling for him, almost like a magnet.

“Just please- Please don’t- don’t disappear without a word… I-I can’t- I don’t know if I-”.

“I won’t.” you responded.

His eyes lit up for a fraction of a second as he looked at you.

“But I need some time to think about things…” you said as he nodded again.

“Alright” you grabbed the handle once more, “I’ll come back later”.

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You waited patiently behind an older woman who couldn’t determine whether she wanted a chai latte or a macchiato. After leaving Anakin, you took a walk to process his emotional confession; sure, he said those horrible things to you, but you understood where he was coming from- but just because he had trauma did not give him the right to treat you so viciously.

You couldn’t just let your fond memories with him cloud your judgement.

You weren't going to just let him back into your life as it used to be; he needed to prove to you that he was actively making improvements. But you could tell he was genuinely bearing his soul to you and-

“Excuse me, mam…. Mam” the barista called, snapping you out of your haze.

You quickly stepped up and apologized to the people behind you.

“Hi, could I get an espresso with two pumps of caramel?” you asked sweetly.

“Of course, may I have a name?” she asked.

“y/n”

“Alright Ms.Y/N, we’ll call you up when it's ready”

You stood by the pick up counter and retreated back into your thoughts.

It had been awhile since the initial argument and he had time to think about his actions, and obviously he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have communicated with you a few minutes ago.

Maybe it was time to give him another chance; you wanted him to be involved with your child, you would never take that from him.

And deep down you knew you weren’t ready to remove him from your life, you still loved him and sometimes love makes you too forgiving… but if you didn’t give it another chance, you would be wondering about it for the rest of your life.

“y/n!”

Your coffee was up, you grabbed the cup and thanked the worker as you headed back to the room.

As you walked through the halls you made a plan; you were going to tell Anakin how you felt about what happened and tell him what types of improvements you would like to see in order for you to let him back into your life as you were (you would be willing to forgive if he truly made changes).

You would start spending more time with him to see if he would take your words into consideration (also he probably would need some supervision for a week or so after he gets discharged from the hospital).

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a/n: poor y/n… who’s lookin out 4 her 😩 anyways- get ready for some more angst filled chapters :)

taglist: @dnamht @sxoulohvn @angeelcoree @wtf-andys @httpeachesblog @katsukiswrld @jetiikote @poisonedsultana @imarimone12 @fallinlovewithevil

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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When We Were Young

->Anon asked: Reader was in love with Ben before he became soldier boy like as kids and then grew old watching him become and asshole and then “die” and imagines what their life could have been (would be heartbreaking to read but hey let’s get emotional)

Description: The fond memories of growing up with Benjamin Gilman, the man who eventually became America's Greatest Superhero, become a thing of the past.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x (Eventual Supe) Reader.

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language, sexual content.

Note: I twisted the request a bit and made the reader a supe. This is still the most devastating piece I think I have ever written. Please read at your own risk.

To the children you both used to be, growing up on the streets of South Philly. Two peas in a pod; inseparable. Never one without the other.

You were the child of a farmer and a midwife, the two who absolutely adored you, showering your childhood with the love that you deserved.

It was 1934, he was 15 years old, and you were a year younger than him. Benjamin Gilman sat beside you on the front porch swing, barefooted, the warm summer air, scents of the floral attributes that wafted amongst you both. The scenery was just as peaceful as his hand intertwined with yours.

"My old man kicked me out again." Ben hesitated.

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I don't think my daddy would mind if you slept in the barn again. As long as you don't bother ole' Tessa." You chirp, as he looks down at you while you turned your head to glance up at him.

"Yeah. I know. Thank you, Y/N. You're the best." Ben exclaims.

"You say that to me a lot Benny." You joke, nudging him with your shoulder. Ben leaned up from you, letting go of your hand to dig around in his pocket for something.

You raised a brow, to which he noticed.

"Hold on. I got you something." He chortled.

When he pulled out the object you were stunned at first. In his hands he held a locket. The gold piece was gently placed around your neck as he clipped it together for you.

"Ben.."You started.

You could hear your mother calling from the kitchen as she peeked her head out from the kitchen window.

"You kids should come inside! I about have lunch ready. Ben, sweetheart! Could you be a doll and fetch up Y/N's father, that man is going to get a rash if he isn't careful?"

Ben nodded, standing up to straighten his tapered trousers, and pinstriped cotton shirt. Snagging the thin velveteen coat from the swing seat, he gave you a serene smile as he trudged off into the field. In the distance you watched Ben disappear into the rows of corn towards your father who was manning the tractor.

The both of you were young, and you smiled to yourself while your mother called your name once more to come inside and wash up--the locket beautifully adorning your neck as it glimmered.

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In 1947, the beautiful green eyed boy, who was no longer the boy, but a man that you had waited for to come home.

Your mother had wanted you to start working with her as an apprentice as to which you had been over the moon to start. So when you had seen Ben sitting on your front porch swing, you practically threw yourself into his arms. The 28 year old Ben, chuckled to himself, as he pulled you up into his arms.

"Hey there sweetheart!" He was polite, as he set you down.

"And good afternoon Mrs. L/N. Please...let me help you with your bags."

Your mother jerked her things away from him.

"That is quite alright Ben. I got these. You and Y/N should catch up. It has been what? Almost three years since you two seen each other?" Your mother added, moving around Ben to go inside of the house.

Ben dragged your back into his chest, picking you up. The patterned dress material spinning with you while he twirled you around, the wood creaking underneath him. You giggled wildly, as he peppered soft kisses to your cheek.

"Oh Ben. I missed you." You cried.

"I missed you too, Y/N. You know I will always come back home to ya'. You know that right?" He asked, his hands on your shoulders.

From the short distance you took him in. His appearance was surely different from when you last saw him three years prior.

He was exceptionally taller. The lankiness of the young man you remembered had filled in the rest of his clothing leaving a firm and toned man standing in front of you. His hair freshly combed, he was wearing an army uniform, a proper man he had become.

"Was it hard being away from home for that long Ben?" You queried, his hands finding yours, tugging you to sit down next to him, like the old days on the porch swing.

"Being away from you, hurt like hell. All I had were them letters you sent me." He stated, his free hand rose to brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

"Now you’re home." You whispered just loud enough for him to hear you.

Ben's expression slowly saddened, as he let go of you. You raised a brow, tilting your head.

"You are staying around, like you promised in our letters? Right Ben?" You continued to question.

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Over the years it had worsened.

The world was not like it used to be.

Thirty five years had passed since Ben had seen you. He recalled 1947 as his “golden days” where women flocked to him after he was dosed with Comp V and became known as Soldier Boy. However, he also pulled out the long forgotten memories of the young woman he had left behind.

Soldier Boy was seated in his penthouse, wearing nothing but a silk robe, fisting a glass of bourbon while half-hazardously trying to calm his nerves. On the table in front of him laid a bottle of Bennies crushed and ready to have been snorted. Yet, Soldier Boy hesitated. A heaping wave of regret washing over him.

The year Soldier Boy was getting himself riled up for Herogasm in 1982. The iron embroidered clock struck 8:30 in the evening and he knew if he was going to be fashionably late he should leave before 9:30PM. It was hard telling how the others were doing.

He had promised Couze, Crimson Countess-his publicity stunt of a girlfriend that he would meet all of the team there when he himself felt like showing up. Which was going to be now.

Soldier Boy sighed, dragging himself into the bedroom, to head towards the shower.

Once he got into his suit, the helmet slid over his chiseled facial features as he took one last look in the mirror before disappearing out his front door.

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“Where the fuck have you been? Don’t you think it’s a bit unprofessional to show up to Herogasm four hours late? The fucking thing started at 5.” Countess bitched, while Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, turning his gaze towards the crowd of people mingling, and to others fucking each other senseless in more ways than one.

“To be fairly honest with you Couze. I’d appreciate it if you would shut that cumdumpster of a cockholder you call a mouth.” He hissed, taking a sip of his drink.

“Go fuck yourself.” Crimson spat.

“Already did, whore.” He replied.

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Soldier Boy had eventually moved away from Countess and the others, ending up on a balcony outside of the main event. It was a bit more enjoyable with the cool night air. He pulled out a pack of smokes and took one into his mouth.

Digging a lighter out of his pocket, a throat cleared.

He tensed while he slowly looked back.

“Had no idea you smoked, Benny.” The glass shattered on the floor as Ben whipped around.

“Y/N?” He shook his head.

“Who else would it be, Benny.” You cooed.

“Looks like you got some work done.” He stated, taking a step forward.

“I gave up on you a long time ago. When you left me on that front porch swing. After my daddy died.” You gritted your teeth in frustration.

“You were dead, I was told you-“ you had to laugh.

“Is that what Vought wanted you to think? No, when they got word you had someone back home-- they wasted no time hauling my ass up to the superhero factory. They pump me full of fucking poison. I waited and waited with a small sliver of hope that you-“ you trembled, the words not wanting to come out.

“Forget it.” You turned from him. “Looks like you took that offer huh? Became a weapon-a toy for Vought American to profit off of.”

You stared back into the party, the patrons visible, sick slapping of flesh and putrid moans escaping the lips of the many who partook in this disgusting festival.

"I wanted something more." Soldier Boy started.

"Here you are then. You have got everything you wanted. The money, the fame...hell you even have someone back home. Keeping your bed warm." You interjected, as you whipped back around your face expressing how utterly livid you were to face the man that had once been your entire world.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N. You got no business talking to me like that. Everything back then was temporary, whatever was between us, the things that happened, were merely one of those things." He hissed, shoving himself away from the railing, his attention on you.

Your lip quivered, you were on the verge of snapping.

"I wanted to show you the life you could have lived if you would have just stayed in Philly. We grew up together, ran the streets, we were two against your father's entire regime. It was just the two of us. I loved you, Benjamin." You couldn't help the couple of tears that rolled and stained your cheeks. You weren't finished, you never were when it came to facing Benjamin Gilman.

"You know, before you just disappeared, back in 49', my mother had asked about you. She wanted to know if you would be coming to celebrate the holidays. I didn't have the heart to tell her that you had--" You quickly swiped the tears from your eyes again.

"Your letters stopped coming. I waited and waited until I couldn't wait for you anymore. And here we are... both of us back together again. It is truly pathetic." you quipped, a small whine escaping from your lips.

"There was no us, Y/N. There never was. When I came home in 47' I was ready to tell you I was heading to New York, that I was leaving you, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you. Because why should I? You were just another girl. There's more of them around me now. I have a lot of them I can choose from." Ben sneered.

"Decided to choose the one that hates you huh? Real classy, Benjamin." You spat.

He stomped towards you, backing your back into the hard brick as it hit the siding. Caging you in with both of his arms, he leaned close to the side of your head, his lips inches away from the tip of your ear.

"You're nothing to me. Fucking nothing. Shoulda' never came here, Y/N. Don't belong with the big leagues. You keep your mouth shut about things you have no idea about" He pushed off of the wall, his back to you again.

"This is what you call the big leagues? More like a bunch of super abled brats, running around with their knickers in a twist. I wanted something amazing for you. I wanted you to have a life. This? This isn't a life. This is a place where you're going to end up dying." Your cheek had burned when he slapped you hard, as you fell onto your ass. You furrowed your brows, silencing yourself, rubbing the side of your face.

"I fucking warned you to shut your fucking mouth. Get out. Start walking. I moved on, Y/N." He gritted his teeth, pushing past you and back to the railing.

"Is this how little you think of me? I don't regret meeting you. You made me happy. Even after everything, even just the interactions between us now, I still love you. I never stopped. I don't think I ever will." You reached out to try and touch Soldier Boy's shoulder. When you placed your palm onto it, he let you. Letting out a sigh, he slightly turned his head to look at you from the corner of his eye.

"I know somewhere deep down in that heinous, arrogant heart of yours, there is a part of you that still cares about me too. I don't hate you, I don't hate the person you used to be--the Benny I adored. I hate the person you have become. Maybe things could have been different in another life." Pulling away from him, you had begun to walk away, until his hand wrapped around your forearm and pulled you back.

He tucked his head into your neck.

"Life was much simpler when you were gone, when I thought you were dead, Y/N."

You loosened his arms, as he let you go. Your hands moved to touch the clasp around your neck, as you unclipped the locket he had given you. You then placed the piece into his palm, closing it.

"Then I guess this is the end to our little fairytale story." You stood on the tips of your toes, planting a light kiss to his cheek, to then make your way back through the crowds of people.

"Wait-don't go! Y/N! Please!" The sound of Soldier Boy's voice had been drowned out by everyone before you could even look back at the man you had grown up with.

Only time would tell when you would see him next.

----

Two more years pass, the wad of pain that erupted from within your chest, brought you to your knees. The news of Soldier Boy, Benjamin "Benny" Gilman, had died to save the lives of the American people.

Not much was said after that, besides the array of memorial celebrations that honored his death, countless events, holidays created that brought inspiration to the new generation of people.

Even when Crimson Countess found out about you, she had somehow ended up at your front door, with a folded up flag. Since he was out of her life, she donated the rest to museums. Countess did not want the man to plague her even after death.

Y/N did warn him that she didn't love him.

----

Present day was much worse than what you had expected. You hadn't aged a bit, it had taken thirty years for you to even age one year. Even then, the memories still haunted you.

Payback had dispersed, becoming run down entertainers to scrounge up whatever money they could to keep their lives luxurious.

None of them had aged well.

You had become numb to the world around you, watching the Seven become popular, rising to the top of the rankings, watched their leader make a fool of himself. It was a position you gave yourself. You didn't have to work, you didn't have to eat much, nor sleep. Practically immortal, actually you could have been immortal. You were starting to believe the latter.

William Butcher and his team had met with you on some occasions after digging into files and finding your name written within. Wanting to know information about Soldier Boy. You had given those fucks the same answer that he was dead. Gave his life, like in the documentaries.

They had buried him in the cemetery, whatever was left of him of course. They had a closed casket funeral, for the sake of those who attended.

Now, you visit his grave, every Tuesday, and you sit with him. Talk about how your life was going. You wished you could have had more time.

---

It had been in the middle of winter, a Tuesday. A coat keeping you warm, while you made a place to sit, continuing the routine. The cemetery was silent, not a noise within earshot. That is until you heard the sound of crunching footfalls within the snow. Chalking it up to other people visiting their loved ones, you quietly returned to your conversation.

Someone cleared their throat.

A man.

"Still pissed at me, Y/N?"

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Bend the World Around It: Ch 3 - One Day a Week

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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(Amazing and Stunning Artwork by @blur0se)

Chapter 3: One Day a Week

They don’t talk about their names and identities.

He doesn’t ask and she doesn’t want to talk about it anyway. It’ll just make them both sad.

But one night a week, they share an evening together in their shared apartment - their home.

Alya always covers for her with her parents. Alya thinks it’s for her standing “patrol” night with Chat Noir, but if Alya had noticed that no patrolling was taking place she hadn’t said anything. Marinette isn’t entirely sure why she keeps her new part-time living arrangement a secret from Alya. It all just feels too fragile, like if she breathes too hard the illusion will dissipate like smoke.

Or an alarm will go off and she’ll wake up from the dream.

Because being transformed as Ladybug while slicing vegetables for a stir fry dinner while Chat Noir observes from over her shoulder feels positively ridiculous.

Ridiculous enough to be a dream for sure.

“So you just wait until the oil is hot,” she explains as she dumps carrots into the pan with a satisfying sizzle. “And then add the vegetables in one at a time. The order is based on what takes the longest to cook.”

Ladybug stirs the carrots around the pan before adding onions, and then mushrooms. Then she hands the spatula to him. He replicates her work with a level of enthusiasm the task absolutely does not deserve.

It makes her smile.

“That’s it?” he asks. “It can’t be that simple.”

She laughs. “I mean, I’m not a professional chef or anything, but basic cooking isn’t too hard once you’ve done it a few times.”

The timer goes off, and she flinches at the sound. Her eyes squeeze closed. It’s the smell of grilled onions that ground her more than anything. Then his hand, squeezing her shoulder. She looks at him and his eyes are so warm. It’s impossible not to smile back.

She’s already awake. This is real. She doesn’t need to wake up.

“Pasta’s done,” she says, flipping the heat off. “Do you know where I can find a colander?”

“A what?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunched up in genuine confusion.

“Umm… a pasta strainer,” she clarifies.

“What’s a pasta strainer?”

She blinks at him in shock. “Oh my god! You’ve really never stepped foot inside a kitchen, have you?”

She yanks open a cupboard, and then another, rifling through pots and pans.

“I've been inside a kitchen.”

She snorts.

“What?! I have!”

“Clearly very little cooking took place while you were there.”

He grins back sheepishly and shrugs as she places the colander in the stainless steel sink.

“I can’t believe I married you.”

He pulls away from the stove to step in behind her, his hands resting at her waist as he kisses her cheek. “You don’t even regret it,” he whispers, and she can hear the grin in his voice.

And he’s right. She doesn’t regret it.

Not even a little bit.

…

Ladybug serves out the food on the plates. Grilled veggies and chicken pile up on top of the pasta, and she tops it off with crushed walnuts. Her presentation is as artful as any professional plate Adrien has seen in his very privileged life, and he finds himself doubting that she’s not a professional chef.

He scoops each plate from the counter and brings it to adjacent corners of the small dining table. When they sit, she’s so close their knees bump. He relishes in the contact.

He taps the side of her knee with his own on purpose.

Her smile is positively indulgent.

“You’re like a child, poking and poking for attention.”

“I’m just excited!”

Her cheeks bloom with the color of pink rose buds. “About?”

“That you’re here! That I can touch you!” He offers his hand, and she takes it instantly. “That we can have this.”

Her eyes turn glassy. “Me too,” she admits.

Adrien has never had family dinners like these. Not even when his mother was alive.

He’s never ever going to let them get old.

…

Marinette laughs into her cereal the next morning, remembering Chat’s cheeky expression as shared good byes not an hour earlier. She can’t believe it took her so long to let herself love him.

“You’re in a good mood.”

Marinette startles and looks up into the amused eyes of both her parents, sitting across from her at the breakfast table.

“I am!” she agrees. “I had a really good day yesterday.”

“Anything in particular happen that made it a good day?” her mother asks.

Marinette’s smile wilts just a bit at the edges.

“Nothing in particular,” she says.

“So you’re going to make me guess,” her papa teases.

“Go ahead.” There’s no way they could possibly guess that she literally dreamed up a boyfriend for herself and was now living with him one day a week.

More than anything though, she wishes she could tell them. They would love him.

…

Adrien sits across from his father at the long formal dining table in the Agreste mansion.

Every clink of his silverware echoes throughout the cavernous room.

They don’t speak.

Adrien doesn’t bother trying to make conversation the way he used to. He knows from previous experience that initiating conversation often is either pulling teeth or navigating a minefield and he doesn’t have the energy for either.

But it’s hard to sit still, and the hour-long meal feels like an eternity.

There’s no teasing or banter as they eat. His father would never tolerate a game of footside under the table even if they sat close enough to each other for that to be a possibility. He misses Ladybug’s voice and her laughter. Meals are meant to be shared, and Adrien didn’t know what that was like before Jubilation.

He doesn’t know how to go back to this.

Being dismissed afterwards to his room offers no reprieve. For all that his room is filled with books, games, a basketball hoop, and a zipline, there’s nothing in it. Not for him. It’s all soulless.

He doesn’t even want to sit down.

“Plagg, do you think anyone would notice if I stopped sleeping here?”

Plagg shrugs.

Adrien takes that as permission and transforms.

He lands on the balcony and slips inside into the living room. She’s not there, but it almost doesn’t matter because the silence here is peaceful instead of oppressive.

And it’s already filled with memories of her. Real memories of her.

He stares at the blank wall opposite the dining table that used to hold all his mother’s pictures.

He has an idea.

…

Ladybug does a double take as she walks through the dining area. The wall is covered in framed pictures of her and Chat Noir. Some, she recognizes from the Ladyblog. Others are selfies that she knows he captured on his baton. She pulls the Oblivio kiss from the wall, and touches the glass where their hands are joined.

It’s a kiss that actually happened for all that she can’t remember it. But now, she can remember so many kisses that never actually happened. The first time she saw this picture she wanted to deny its existence. Now, with the way he’s holding her with such care, the way their fingers are interlaced, she doesn’t understand how she ever saw anything in it other than love.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he asks.

“Why this kiss and not the Dark Cupid One? It was first.”

He shrugs. “I think this one was more special? It looks like it was something we both wanted.”

“Do you remember it?“

He shakes his head. “Just looks like our amnesiac selves saw something in each other that maybe took us longer to realize.”

“Not you,” she counters.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know if that’s true. The way I felt in the beginning and the way I feel now… I don’t know. It’s different.”

She frowns, glancing up from the picture to him. “In a good way?”

“Yes!”

She takes in the picture for another several seconds. He’s right.

She places it back on the wall so she can look at it every time she walks past, every time they sit down for a meal together.

Then she catches sight of the one next to it.

“No! Absolutely not!” she exclaims, ripping it from the wall.

“What? Why not?”

“Why not?! It’s a terrible picture!” Her eyes are half closed and she’s making a creepy grin, and his mouth is twisted in some weird way as he’s clearly in the middle of speaking. It flatters neither of them. Its only redeeming quality is that she remembers the patrol the picture came from and they had spent the whole thing laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

“Why do you want to look at it every day?”

“It’s a real picture,” he says, taking it from her and placing it reverently back on the wall.

And there’s something in the way he says real that has her eyes narrowing. She wants to ask, but he shakes his head.

“Please?” he asks. He’s begging.

It’s a terrible picture. She hates it. There has to be better ones.

She knows he’ll let her take it down.

But he has a reason. The picture means something to him that he can’t explain. She can’t take that away without understanding why.

She huffs. “Fine.”

He grins in pure delight. “It’ll be your favorite by Christmas.”

She groans, knowing he’s likely right.

He laughs, and pulls her into an embrace, kissing the side of her face.

Because she's going to laugh every time she sees it. And like he said, it’s real .

Unlike the rest of her life.

…

“Hey cupcake! You okay?” her father asks, poking his head up through the trap door.

“I’m fine,” she lies. “Why do you ask?”

It’s a stupid question. She’s wilted over her desk doing absolutely nothing. She doesn’t even have a project laid out or a video playing. Of course he’s worried that she’s not okay.

She really needs to get better at pretending.

“You’ve just been pining away all day. And it’s the weekend.”

“I promise I’m not pining.” She can’t be pining over Chat if she and Chat are together.

Sure, she misses him every moment they’re apart. Even his stupid jokes and his total lack of cooking experience–though she’s being unfair. He’s proven himself a fast learner.

She wishes she could call him or send him stupid texts, wishes that she could bring him over to meet her parents.

Who is she kidding? She’s totally pining.

“We’ve just been worried about you. You’ve been really quiet lately, and sleeping maybe too much.”

She wasn’t sleeping. It was just hard to get up in the morning when everything felt pointless.

“I’m okay. Just… trapped in the routine, I think.”

“Well, come downstairs and break it up!” her father invites.

She forces herself to smile, but she doesn’t feel it.

…

The bell rings signaling the end of class, and Nino starts to pack up, but Adrien is much slower to move. Was class really already over? Adrien feels like he just got there.

Nino bumps his shoulder. “You okay, mec?”

Adrien’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I’m fine.”

He’s better than fine! He had low-key moved out of his house, and Ladybug was living with him part time! And sure, he can’t tell Nino any of that. And he can’t share anything about his day with his girlfriend either. He can’t introduce his best friend to his girlfriend or his girlfriend to his best friend. He knows they already know each other, so it seems like it shouldn’t matter.

And yet, it’s not the same.

“Do I not seem fine?” he asks.

“You didn’t take any notes,” Nino points out.

Adrien blinks down at the empty document on the screen of his tablet. “I just couldn’t focus.” That much is true at least.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Nino offers.

There’s so much he wants to talk about. He wants to tell Nino all of it.

But his life is all cut up into pieces, more than it ever had been before, and every way Adrien turns he’s bumping into walls that he never wanted to be there. He feels cut off, like he’s looking at the world through the glass of his bedroom window. He should be used to it. He’s no stranger to loneliness. He’s been lonely his whole life.

But now, he’s had a taste of something more.

He’s had a literal taste of home cooked meals, been blessed with evenings full of lively conversation and joyous laughter, felt the warmth of Ladybug wrapped up in his arms as they fall asleep.

It feels so good, he almost can’t believe it’s real.

But there’s no flying alarm clocks here threatening to shatter his dream.

Just six neverending excruciating days between each glorious evening in paradise.

But even if one day a week is all he can have, it’s still the best his life has ever been.

“No,” he tells Nino with a smile. “I really am okay.”

He wills himself to believe it.

…

She wakes up in his arms. And it’s both the best and worst part of her day. Because she loves being in his arms, loves waking up with their heads pressed and their legs tangled together, loves how warm and treasured she feels in his hold.

And it’s also the moment when she has to tear herself away to go back to her normal life.

The life she doesn’t get to share with him.

One day a week is not enough. Not even close to enough.

She steals his pillow to take home. It’s not quite the same, but at least it smells like him.

But it doesn’t change the fact that the clock has reset and she’s six long never ending days away from seeing him again.

She trudges to school the next morning. She’s not excited about any of it, but she also has nothing better to fill her time with.

After class, Rose is talking. Marinette tries to listen. She tries more than once, but she can barely hear a world of it. Something about trying to see a new specialist. And Marinette feels guilty. Rose deserves her attention. Marinette wants to be a part of her life, wants to be a part of all of her friends’ lives.

But she can’t let them be a part of hers in the most fundamental way.

And it’s becoming harder and harder each day with all her friends, with the classes she sits through counting down every minute - not until the bell rings, but until her night with Chat Noir arrives.

For the one night a week where she gets to live .

“Marinette? Are you okay?” The fact that it’s Juleka asking showcases how distant she must be acting.

She summons a smile. It might even pass muster. “Of course! Just tired.”

Four skeptical pairs of eyes peer at her.

An akuma alert saves her from having to answer.

But more than that, that alert doesn’t fill her with unease or panic. That alarm sends her heart skyrocketing and her stomach fluttering in the most pleasant of ways.

That sound means she gets to see him more than once that week.

…

“This is not the time for flirting!”

Chat grins. If there’s one thing he’s learned in the last few years it’s that it’s always time for flirting.

She likes it when he flirts. And the more stressed she is, the more important it is because it keeps her out of her own head.

And more importantly than any of that, he thinks she’s amazing and brilliant, and he wants her to know it every minute of every day.

“M’lady! I’m just trying to ensure that if we should fall in battle, the last thing you’ll ever hear is my undying affection for you,” he says while swinging his baton like a bat to reflect the akuma’s powers.

“Gah! I really can't believe I ever agreed to marry you.”

He laughs in delight, twisting around her to shield her from another strike.

Once they’re in the clear, he leans towards her. “You know it was the best decision in your life.”

Something flashes in her eyes, and she softens.

“Why is it impossible to stay mad at you?”

“Love you, too, M’lady,” he says cheekily, knowing full well that she wasn’t ever actually mad.

…

Despite the one akuma, the rest of the week drags on like one of Ms Mendeleiev’s Chemistry lectures. When school is out, Marinette races home, makes a show of packing a bag “for Alya’s” and is out the door with barely a wave. Ladybug swings through the window an hour early, and somehow he’s beaten her there. Her joy at seeing him overwhelms the slight disappointment that she won’t be able to surprise him with a homemade dessert.

“Hello m’la–”

She cuts him off with a desperate kiss. He diligently drops whatever he was holding with a thud, and his arms wrap around her. Her hands tangle into his hair, caressing his cat ears to send him into a purr. She presses every centimeter of herself into every centimeter of him as if she can push hard enough to melt into him so they’ll never be separated again. She breathes in his breath, savors it, wishing she could breathe him in and take a little piece of him with her.

When he tries to pull away, she kisses him again and again until he’s all she can see, all she can feel.

“I love you,” he breathes against her mouth.

“I love you, and I’ve missed you so much. There weren’t enough akumas this week.”

He laughs. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“A week is too long.”

“A week is waaay too long,” he agrees. He takes her hand and leads her to the sofa. “I got something for you. Wait right here.”

She sits as he darts into the other room and comes back with a box wrapped in red paper, decorated with a tiny little ladybug plush and a big black bow.

“Aww! This is adorable,” she coos at the little ladybug.

“Open it!” he urges, his excitement bubbling over. She tears through the paper rapidly and finds herself face to face with a baby doll.

It’s meant to be a joke. She knows that it is, but she’s stroking the plastic baby’s face and hair, and she’s crying.

“It’s Emma,” she chokes out. And his arms are around her instantly.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just — We’ll have an Emma someday. A real baby.”

And it’s so beautiful. She wants it now.

But it feels impossible. She can’t even tell him her name.

She clings to him as the tears come. And he holds her, his hands rub her back and he coos soothing sounds and words into her ear.

He’s so strong. He seems to accept their situation so easily, it’s almost not fair.

“How do you do it?” she whispers.

“Do what?” he asks softly, leaning his head against hers.

“Go back and forth?” she says over his shoulder. “Keep this life and your regular life separate?”

He turns her head to look at his, his eyes swirling in concern.

“I just— I hate going back,” she continues, desperate to keep talking before the tears overwhelm her completely. “I can’t talk about you, and I can’t introduce you to my parents, I can’t tell you about any of it! And I can’t— None of it feels real!”

Her sobs break past her defense like a dam braking, and he yanks her to his chest once again.

“I just want this all the time.”

He kisses her head, her hands, her cheeks, and then her mouth, never letting go of her.

“How do you do it?” she asks again.

His catlike eyes search her face.

“I thought keeping everything separate was what you wanted,” he finally says, his thumbs stroking each of her hands. “I can do it because if this is all you’re able to give me, I will take it. But I don’t want to go back either. You broke out of the dream, M’lady. I would have stayed there forever. I survive losing the dream every week because I know it will come back.”

She blinks rapidly, trying to fend off the burn of threatened tears. He thinks she’s stronger than him, but she knows that he’s wrong. He’s always been the stronger of the two of them. He carries so much that always felt She loves him so much.

“But if you’re telling me this is what you want full time all the time? I will tell you my name right now. Just say the word!”

Hope bubbles up in her chest, and she nods rapidly.

“No.”

They both bolt to their feet at the unexpected voice.

Bunnyx is standing there in the center of the living room.

It’s so strange to see anyone there who isn’t them, Marinette feels dizzy. She blinks a few times, and Chat squeezes her hand. She knows he will follow her lead.

Marinette clears her throat. “Why are you here?”

“Ladybug, I’ve told you — you can’t know each other’s identities.”

A rock lodges in her throat, and she blinks back tears.

Why can’t they know?

“We wouldn’t tell anyone!” Chat Noir insists.

Bunnyx smiles softly, but it’s tinged with sadness. “I know, but you’ll get caught.”

“Monarch already knows we love each other,” Chat Noir argues back. “He’s seen us together. We haven’t been subtle during the last batch of akumas.”

“He’s seen Ladybug and Chat Noir together,” Bunnyx concedes. “It’s your civilian sides that allow him to figure it out. And then one of you always gets akumatized. And it’s a Chat Blanc situation every time!”

“Chat Blanc?” Chat echoes.

“Do you want to explain it to him, or shall I?” Bunnyx asks. There’s no bite or malice to her tone.

Marinette turns to him, let’s her finger caress the side of his face. “I told you,” she chokes out, “our love destroys the world.”

He yanks her into his arms, and rocks her fiercely back and forth, shaking his head. “There’s no way, m’lady.”

“I saw—“

“He’s right,” Bunnyx tells her with a smile. “It’s not your love. It’s your identities and it’s not anything the two of you do. It’s not your fault. Not ever. Not a single time. It’s Monarch.”

Marinette sobs harder. It isn’t fair. The only thing she and Chat had ever done was try and protect Paris over and over again. She wants to love him with all of herself, she wants to love him openly.

Why can’t they have that?

“I think you’ve made your point,” Chat says coldly over her shoulder. “You can leave now.”

“No, wait!” Marinette objects, twisting in his arms to face their uninvited guest. “You said, it’s our civilian side that messes things up?”

Bunnyx’s answering smile stretches across her whole face. She taps her own cheek. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

A portal opens up behind her and she backs into it. “Don’t have too much fun, kids!”

The portal shrinks into a dot and they are alone once again. Marinette turns to Chat, grinning.

His eyebrows are scrunched up in that adorable way when he’s confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir can date! Outside and in the open! We just have to do it as our hero selves!”

“We can have more than this,” she says, “if you want.”

He answers her with another kiss that steals all of Marinette’s breath.

“I want everything we can have, M’lady.”

...

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The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt.1

Eddie Munson x Rich! Reader

The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt.2

Summary: It's the first time you go to school after being homeschooled and your mother allowed you to, but it doesn't turn out the way you expected.

Author´s note: I've had this idea for so long that when I wrote it I couldn't stop, so I ended up with 9 pages and over 3k words for this first part alone. to be honest, I didn't think Tumblr would let me post it because of the word limit.

Warnings: bad words, fluff to angst, Eddie deserves the world, I was shaking while writing this because of the amount of fluff and the amount of angst. I hope you like it!

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Your mother was the one who decided to move to an unknown place after your father had to stay working in Washington ‘perks of being a senator’ you always thought. Your father was from a family with a lot of money, while your mother was a working woman who was not accepted by your father's family. Because of this, your mother gave up her dream job so that your father's parents, your grandparents, would agree to help both your parents and you get the best life.

Thanks to this you knew how to play instruments, played several sports, spoke several languages and loved to read. However, being homeschooled, you didn't know much about socializing with people your own age, so your mother, having more freedom being at Hawkins without your father, decided to enroll you in high school for your senior year so you could live a normal year.

But she didn't think about the problems this could bring. Many students knew who you were and talked about you behind your back, especially since you didn't know exactly how to befriend them. Every day your mom bring you to school in a nice car, your clothes were always impeccable, your hair well-done and your make-up pretty and subtle. To the whole school you were untouchable, the perfect girl who never spoke and who was in the library every afternoon until you were picked up.

In the beginning, the basketball guys and cheerleader tried to invite you to different places but you didn't understand their definition of fun. "Come on! It's a party near the woods! There will be lots of alcohol and no adults!" said one of the girls as she played with her hair.

"What for?" you asked seriously. "It doesn't make sense to go to a place to drink and the next day you feel bad because of the headaches and dizziness they give" You continued confused causing the girls to look at each other to laugh and then turn their backs on you and leave, something you found really rude. Only one girl with her green uniform and copper hair stayed with you a little longer.

"It's okay if you don't want to go. You're still new in town and you'll find something you like" she offered you a gentle smile. "I like your sweater."

"Chrissy! Leave her alone!" the girls in the distance shouted making 'Chrissy' turn to look at them for a moment and then see you again.

"I have to go, but I'll see you later!" the girl said as she waved her hand in farewell. You, stunned by what had just happened, returned the gesture, then turned around to leave the school, where you found several boys chatting.

"Have you seen the new girl?" asked one of the guys. None of them had noticed you were nearby. "She's the daughter of someone important. I hear she has a lot of money."

"Forget the money, she has beautiful legs, can you imagine touching them?" replied another making the rest of them laugh.

"And let's not talk about her chest..." that's when you decided to move on to the car where they were already waiting to take you home.

Inside the car, your eyes filled with tears from the frustration you had inside. All your life you dreamed of going to some school where you could make friends and have a normal teenage life, but experiencing this in your first days at a normal school made you feel worse than you had imagined. It was as if everything you had been looking forward to was crumbling in front of you. Now you would have to spend your senior year like this.

"How did it go honey?" your mother asked from the seat in front of the wheel. You had never seen her drive a car before, apparently being away from your father and from stares that are criticizing her every move made her feel free.

"Hard mom, but tomorrow will be a new day" you said monotonously swallowing your feelings. Being here would do you both good. Or so you tried to convince yourself.

From that moment on you decided not to get involved with anyone at school, everyone knew your story and your economic status, you would not doubt that many would be interested in you just because of that, they would even take advantage of it. Days turned into weeks, and then into months. You simply focused on your studies and on not relating to people who would bring you nothing in life. Thanks to this, many people stopped laughing at you and began to treat you with respect when they saw that you were not going to fall into their game.

"You look beautiful babe" said a boy as he licked his lips. You just stood there, staring at him without any expression until the boy got uncomfortable and walked away with his friends as they talked about you. "She's a heartless fucking bitch" the boy said as the rest of his friends nodded. You watched him for a few seconds then turned around and continued walking to the cafeteria.

Inside you went straight to the table where you would sit alone until a couple of guys interrupted your path. Jason, the basketball captain, was chest to chest against Eddie Munson, the leader of the D&D club. Jason, seeing you standing in front of them pushed Eddie out of your way and then went to the table where his team was. His face red with anger. When you turned to look at Eddie, you saw that the boy lowered his head slightly and made a gesture with his hands as a sign for you to walk past him.

"After you, princess." Said the long haired guy, then turned and walked away to where his friends were. He didn't give you another look.

The rest of the day passed without anything else interesting. Classes continued as they usually are and you couldn't wait to get out of there. The last bell rang making everyone get up quickly to leave. You took your time as you packed your things in your backpack and then got up and walked out. The hallways were full of teenagers talking to their friends, some of them looked at you as if they were analyzing you while others didn't give you a second thought. In your locker you left some of your books that you didn't need to take out others that were for homework. Your gaze fell on your copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" that your mother had secretly given you, you looked both ways and decided to put that book in your backpack as well, closing it quickly and then slamming your locker shut and leaving the school.

You weren't planning to go to the library that time, it was Friday so you decided to clear your mind with something else. In front of the school was a forest so you didn't hesitate to go for a walk in it. The only noise was the trees moving thanks to wind and the leaves rustling under your footsteps, the walk was relaxing, as if you could finally be free in a world where everyone's eyes are on you. It didn't take you long until you came across a picnic table in the middle of the forest, the place looked strange to you so you decided to approach to look at it, seeing that no one was coming, you put your backpack on the table to sit down and take out your book. The place was perfect for reading without interruptions. Or so you thought until a noise made you turn quickly.

Eddie Munson held up his hands as a sign that he wouldn't do anything bad to you as he made you jump with fright. His eyes were full of surprise to see you in the place where he always went to sell drugs to high school kids looking for a good time.

"Easy princess, I won't do anything to you" he commented as he slowly approached, seeing that you weren't going to leave, he sat down across from you. You just looked at him. "To Kiil a Mockingbird? Apparently the princess isn't so innocent after all, you know it's illegal to read that kind of book right?" he said with a smile.

You just looked at him for a few seconds and then closed the book and put it on your lap. "There's a reason I read it in a place away from people, Munson" You said looking him up and down seeing how his eyes widened more when he saw that you located him. "Or so I thought" you finished sarcastically making the boy let out a silent laugh.

"How do you know my name?" he asked as he clasped his hands together on the table.

"Everyone knows who you are, you're not someone who goes unnoticed" you replied as you equally placed your hands on the table, mimicking him. He just stared at you for a moment and then clasped his hands over his heart and fell backwards as if you had shot an arrow to his heart, when he got up he had leaves in his hair, shoulders and back.

"The town's princess knows who I am" he said as he paced back and forth dramatically making you raise the corner of your lips forming a small smile caused by his actions. "And she has also smiled in my presence! I have definitely been blessed today" he stretched out his arms making you shake your head as you looked down hiding your smile that was getting bigger and bigger.

"You're crazy" you said as you watched him smiling. The man shook the leaves off his body and walked back to the table to sit back down across from you. "I'm (y/n), by the way" you extended your hand. The boy shook it in greeting.

"I know, everyone knows who you are." He said smiling. You returned your hand to join the other one on your legs. Your smile disappeared making Eddie worry in case he had said something to offend you.

"I don't think I´m known by the best way" you replied seriously, a tone of sadness in your voice that Eddie could pick up on. The man just shrugged.

"People in this town are assholes, don't pay any attention to them, especially the ones at school." Eddie said.

"Easy to say when you have friends to hang out with instead of spending your school year in the library studying every day" You mentioned with a sad grimace, your hands crossed to play with your fingers as a sign of nervousness. Eddie stood up and climbed on the seat putting his right leg on the table surprising you. The man brought his hand in front of you as a sign for you to take it.

"I'll be your friend and knight so you'll never have to spend the rest of the year locked in the school library again. Deal?" he smiled, you looked at his hand for a few seconds and then back at him. Your heart was beating fast as you looked into his sincere eyes. You smiled again making the long hair man smile back and with all the happiness you could contain you took his hand as you stood up and stood on the seat as well. There you gave a small bow and then looked into his shining eyes.

"Done, oh Munson The Great" You replied making the guy let out a laugh.

From that day on they began to meet every day at the table surrounded by the forest to talk about everything. Sometimes you laughed about other students, Eddie explained how to play D&D, other times you talked about your favorite books while Eddie listened to you attentively without taking his eyes off you as if he was studying you, you even talked about the future. Eddie was the person who made you wake up happily and excited to go to school making your mother happy because you were already living a normal teenage life. Sometimes between classes or at lunch you would throw glances and smiles at each other making Eddie´s D&D club friends look at him funny. But no matter what the day was like, you never missed your meetings in the woods.

"I can't wait to graduate" Eddie commented as he stretched, both of you lying on the ground regardless of getting dirty. "I want to get out of this town and play guitar in the best places in the world. Fuck this place and its people."

"Even me?" you asked with a smirk.

"You know I'm talking about everyone but you princess" he said as he put his hand on your hair ruining your perfect ponytail, you pushed his hand away as you laughed. "You? what do you want to do after graduation?" his question made you sigh.

"At the moment I don't have anything planned besides college... oh!" the man jumped in surprise. "I want a house surrounded by the woods, a quiet place where I can spend the rest of my years with the love of my life, without the worry of what others might think."

"Anything else?" he asked with a smile staring at you.

"Yes! A place where I can read without being interrupted" You finished smiling, turning to look at him you realized the man was still admiring you.

"Even I can't interrupt you?" He teased you.

"Only you have the permission to interrupt me" you smiled as you blushed a little.

"Even… when it's a book you don't want to stop reading?" he raised an eyebrow. You nodded.

"Even when it's the best book in the world Munson." The man sighed and you were both quiet for a few minutes, until Eddie jumped to his feet and then pulled out a notebook and pen.

"Well, I think it's time to create your own D&D character" he said as he started writing your name in his notebook making you laugh.

"You have to help me, remember I'm not an expert" you said as you stood up to walk over to him. You shook out your pants to remove any dirt residue and rubbed your arms a little to keep warm, the winter cold was already approaching.

"I say an elf princess would be perfect on you" he looked at you for a few seconds with a smile then continued writing in his notebook. "You must have to use a bow and have experience and strength, I don't want you to die in the first round" he muttered making you let out a laugh.

"No doubt I'll die in the first fight of the game." You commented to him as you removed a leaf that was in his hair, after you took it from his hair you sat down next to him to admire him as he continued to write. You were both silent until you decided to speak. "Can I tell you a secret?" you said nervously, making the boy look at you expectantly. "But you can't tell anyone!" Eddie nodded even silently to let you speak. "All my knowledge about social relationships and love relationships I've gained are from literature, that's why I have a hard time making conversation with other people. You are my first and only friend Munson" You looked at your hands which were shaking, it wasn't the deepest secret in the world but it was one that made you nervous to tell since it wasn't something normal for an 18 year old girl. Eddie, noticing your action, took your hands causing you to look at him, his eyes were shining in a way you had never seen before.

"You're not alone anymore (y/n)" Those five words made you let out air and your shoulders dropped, as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. The man hugged you tightly to calm your nerves.

As he pulled away you could see him bite his lip for a moment then sigh and reach into his backpack. His tongue flicked out between his lips for a moment as he concentrated on looking for something, sign he commonly did when he was nervous or he was thinking abut something. You realized he had found what he was looking for when he opened his eyes wider than usual and smiled again.

"Hold out your hands and close your eyes" he commented as he held the object with both hands so you couldn't see what he was holding. You tightly closed your eyes as you held out both hands. Eddie, seeing that you couldn't see, slowly put the object in your hands, as you felt his warm hands on yours your smile grew bigger and your heart raced in your chest. The object he had placed was not heavy and was small "Okay, you can open your eyes."

As you opened them you noticed a small twenty-sided die of your favorite color with gold accents. The man scratched the back of his neck nervously as he watched you look at the small gift.

"I know it's not much compared to what you would normally have but I saw it and thought of you" he commented as he avoided your gaze. You shifted your gaze from the die to him and what you did surprised him. Your arms went around his neck and you hugged him tightly, the die still in your hands.

"This is the best thing I've ever been given in my life. Thank you so much" you whispered in his ear as you slowly felt his hands wrap around your waist, you both stayed like that for a long time.

The weeks went by without any news. Everyone went out for the winter holidays. Your mother decided that you had to spend the holidays with your father so you had to travel to Washington. Thanks to this, you and Eddie talked only on the phone. The two of you could spend hours talking about anything, you would talk about how the vacations were with your family while he would say he went to the table in the woods every day so 'it wouldn't be lonely while you were in Washington' bringing a smile to your face on the other end of the phone.

In January, you begged your mother to go back to Hawkins earlier because you wanted to see Eddie before school, which she agreed to when she saw how happy you were at the town. You hadn't told Eddie anything since it would be a surprise. The drive back took forever. It was a week before you had to go back to school, so you wanted to make the most of it with your friend.

When you arrived, the first thing you did was to wrap up warmer because the cold weather in Hawkins was worst than in Washington, then you said goodbye to your mother to leave almost running to the forest. When you were in front of the path you already knew, you started to go slowly, hoping not to make any noise to surprise him. However, the laughter of a girl and the voice of a boy stopped you, when you listened to them more carefully you realized that the voice belonged to Eddie. You continued to slowly approach to find him sitting with a girl with their back to you, as you listened to part of their conversation you froze in shock.

"Can you believe she's so obsessed with her books" Eddie said laughing softly. The girl laughed louder as she rested her hand on Eddie's shoulder, there you could recognize that she was one of the cheerleaders you had met the first day.

"It's normal, she was raised that way" Chrissy replied trying to make Eddie understand.

"I don't know, it's just weird" answered the long hair man.

His comment caused a pressure in your chest as tears filled your eyes, you slowly walked away so they wouldn't hear you trying to get back to your house as fast as you could. You couldn't believe that your only friend was just like the others. When you got home, you went to your room and cried. Your mom went to talk to you, trying to help you by talking to you, but nothing could fix your broken heart. Everything had gone back to the way it was before you met Eddie.

The last week of vacation you spend it in your room. Your mother would come in a few times to tell you that Eddie had been calling you at your father's house, remembering that you hadn't told him you were back. The days went by faster than you wanted them to, so you already had to go to school. On Monday you decided to ignore him all day, you didn't look at him and you didn't go to the table in the forest, making the man look at you surprised by your attitude, you were back to being the girl who didn't express her feelings like before.

On Tuesday Eddie was trying to get close to you but you did your best not to talk to him, making Eddie look at you sadly, however, he didn't give up so he decided to skip his last class to stay in your locker so he could talk to you. The final bell rang causing you to run out of the classroom, something you didn't do before. Seeing him leaning against your locker you rolled your eyes as you let out an angry sigh. The boy quickly approached you.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked worriedly. "Everything okay with your parents?"

You turned to look away trying to evade him so he wouldn't see your teary eyes, but your attempts were in vain when he grabbed your shoulders gently to make you look at him. You moved forcefully to get away from him surprising him. All around you students were leaving to go home.

"I don't want to see you Munson" you said dryly making him freeze in place.

"What did I do?" seeing you try to walk away he stepped in front of you. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything" This caused you to get even angrier.

"Really?!" the students still in the hallway stared at you. "For what?! Just so you can go behind my back and tell others everything I´ve told you?!" you said almost shouting causing Eddie to throw his hands up in the air like he did the first time he met you. You couldn't recognize your voice.

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused.

"Now you're going to play dumb?!" your body was shaking with anger. If you kept standing there you knew you were going to say something you were going to regret.

"Hey I don't know what you mean!" he replied already frustrated with the way you were talking to him and because he didn't understand anything that was going on or what had made you so angry. He had never seen you be like this so he became even more worried. "Come on, let's talk it over like civilized people." Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders again causing you to finally explode.

"Don't touch me freak!" you shouted without thinking as you took his hands off of you. The moment you realized what you had said you put your hands over your mouth in surprise trying to hold back a gasp. Eddie's hands fell to his side looking at you with sadness and disappointment at what you had said. Of all people, you were the one he least expected to call him that. In the distance some players from the basketball team began to approach.

"Is the freak bothering you?" one of them shouted. You only turned to look at them to then turn to look at Eddie who was still looking at you, his eyes started to create a crystalline layer.

You didn't know what to say, your mind was blank from the shock of what had just happened, so all you could do was turn around and walk away. A lump in your throat was forming making your eyes begin to cloud quickly with tears, your body was shaking as you walked away from the school. When you got to your mother's car, you slammed the door shut and broke down, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed. You didn't know what hurt more, the fact that Eddie had betrayed you or that you had done the same thing in front of everyone, breaking each other’s hearts.

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About 'Love in the Past' I´m in the middle of writing the next chapter so it will be ready before the weekend.

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Verse Six: So I Gave Myself Over Willingly

Previous Chapter: I Never Knew My Killer Would Be Coming From Within

Summary: In where Severus opens a closed door, and [Y/n] closes it. (Or in where [Y/n] has the chance to escape but doesn't)

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Angst (of course), Despair, Manipulation, Breaking Down, Smut [Dub-con/coercion, penetrative sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names, begging]

Word Count: 12K (it's what you guys deserve)

A/N: Hits post and runs. Jk So that took waaaay longer than expected and I'm sorry 😭😭 Life has been doing some things so it's been tough to write but here we are!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter though bc it was a tough binch to write because I had to wrap basically everything up in it so sorry if it feels a little discombobulated.. Buckle up though and make sure ur necks are sturdy so you don't get whiplash from this chapter (granted the previous one was more whiplashy i think, sorry?). But still, enjoy and I'll see you at the end!

A/N+: AND I know I said I would throw the last two chapters up at once but I lied 😅😅🤣 you guys have waited too long and deserve something so here you go!

MINORS DNI

Something had changed after that night.

After spending all her time existing within the four walls of the room she had been stored in since she was taken, [Y/n] was now being allowed to take her meals in the kitchen. Still being supervised of course but nonetheless, she was out of that room even if only for a little while.

Snape had also given her permission to stay in the living room while he was there and at first, she had refused and made a hasty retreat back into the room unnerved by his presence.

Yet he was persistent, repeatedly asking her until she relented and found herself just sitting quietly on the sofa near him as he read or worked in that tall wingback chair of his.

Additionally, he had bought her some new clothes to wear only a few days after that incident saying a change of clothing may make her feel better. Considering that she only had the clothes that were on her back when she came it would have made sense.

Maybe it would make her feel better in the dizzying situation she was in. But it didn’t. Especially when each article of clothing fit her just right. It only made her more anxious, more nauseated.

The change of his demeanor towards her was absolutely bizarre, frightening in a way that she couldn’t put a finger on. Not only did he take her hostage and then force her into deprave acts, but now he was being pleasant, even kind to her like he didn’t do those fucked up things to her.

And it hadn’t sat well with her, this inexplicable shift, and it caused her stomach to tighten in discomfort, a pang of nausea washing over her each time she awoke. Yet as the uncountable days started to pass and the strange sort of pleasantry became familiar, expected almost, she found that her already exhausted psyche was becoming more confused.

It became worse as he began to allow her to leave that room of her own accord. Granted she knew he was watching, and if not him then Wormtail was. She was at least thankful that she had hardly seen that particular man around since the earlier encounter with him.

But even with that she still felt frightened at her situation. Who wouldn’t be knowing that they had nowhere else to go? Trapped with a person who seemed to have two sides to them and was seemingly manipulating everyone around them.

Herself included.

These thoughts of fear and wariness swirled in the depths of her mind every single day that she had been there and it was absolutely exhausting.

So it was when he brought up going outside with him at the kitchen table where they sat, him reading the Daily Prophet while she picked at her breakfast, that she couldn’t help but be stunned into silence. Though it wasn’t as if she was talkative in the first place with him.

“I’m going into a muggle village today for some items.”

“Oh.”

Head tilted downwards, she barely acknowledged what he had said as her eyes gazed blankly at the food in her bowl while she swirled it absentmindedly with her spoon. Why would she care that he would be gone? All it meant was that she would be locked up again within the four walls of that room.

“Would you like to accompany me?”

The circular motion of the spoon stopped immediately at his words and for a split second so did her breathing. Accompany him outside? What kind of sick game was he playing at? To dangle such an offer out to her knowing to be outside and free was the only thing she had wanted since she had been there.

To offer such a thing only for it to probably be snatched away the moment she answered in the affirmative. It was cruel. But what more could she expect from him? Her silence had Snape peering over the paper in his hand one eyebrow raised as he studied her frozen form.

“Or would you prefer to be kept here?”

Yet, even those thoughts of him toying with her couldn’t stop the outburst that left her in a panic when he interrupted her spiraling.

“No!”

Head shooting up from its bowed position, [Y/n] watched as his eyebrows quirked up at her and the uncharacteristically lively way she had answered. And if she could see behind the paper that was partially obscuring his face, she would have seen thin lips drawn up into a minuscule smirk.

Warmth prickled at her skin as she dropped her head back down, trying to avoid his examining gaze that she could still feel on her. It almost made her wish that she was still in that room because the crawling sensation he made her feel was unbearable at times. This being one of those times

“No, I meant I would like to come,” she began while gingerly dragging her fingers up and down her thighs trying to soothe herself before more quietly adding, “it’s been a while.”

Falling silent after giving him an answer, the only sound between them was him turning the page of the newspaper causing it to rustle, and the white noise that she had become all too used to in this place.

Moments passed in that silence and each one had her stomach tightening, her heart dropping and fingers digging into her legs as the chance of going outside seemed to grow further and further away each second he didn’t acquiesce. Who was she playing though? Did she really think he would let her accompany him outside? Truly-

“If that’s so,” he muttered looking at her barely touched bowl of food, “I advise you to hurry along with your meal. We leave in ten minutes and I expect you’ll need all of your strength.”

Looking up and going to meet his gaze, [Y/n] was only met with the moving pictures on the front page of the newspaper before going to stare down at her food. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been actually hungry as her diet consisted mostly of fear that left her unwilling to eat.

But with the promise of going outside, and maybe, just maybe having a chance of freeing herself, she forced herself to eat the meal that was empty of taste and warmth.

It had taken her almost the full ten minutes to finish her food, and Snape had no problem inserting a remark here or there as time ticked closer.

‘Hm, to think the promise of a walk outside was all you needed to be more responsive. How quaint.’

‘I’m almost done with this page and I would hurry if I were you.’

And as much as it would rattle her when he vaguely threatened to take away that chance of freedom, it had worked because the moment he closed the newspaper, she was staring at him, bowl empty and eyes pleading.

“Well then,” he said, placing the paper down, getting up, and walking beside her seated form before looking down at her. “Shall we?

The moment she felt the warm breeze fluttering across her face, [Y/n] felt a tight ball of emotion begin to work its way up from her stomach before it sat heavily in her chest.

Tears that she had thought were long shed attempted to prick at her eyes again as even in the gloominess of wherever this house was, she could still see that there were trees that had bright greenery adorning them.

Greenery that had not been on any plant the last time she had been outside. How long had passed since she had been gone? After the first few weeks, she could barely keep up with time as it had been the least worrying thing on her mind.

“Now,” Snape’s voice broke her out of her thoughts and she flinched when she felt his fingers tightly enveloping her wrist. Looking up at him she was met with a raised brow. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you but for your sake know that any funny business will get you nowhere. Understand?”

Funny business? And if she attempted any of that, what would he do? Kill her in front of all the muggles? Surely even he couldn’t obliviate all those people if he wanted to and even so he wasn’t at all stupid to cause a scene.

No, that would be too simple, and with the glint in his dark eyes, [Y/n] could tell that it indeed would not be the case. So she couldn’t help but nod in agreement, a timid,

“Yes,” leaving her as even in the warm air a chill seemed to run down her spine at the look he gave her. Something told her a quick death would not be in store for her if she did try to do anything.

Seemingly pleased by that answer, he pulled her with him into the alleyway that divided the two buildings, not paying attention to the way she stumbled behind him before stopping in place. It almost caused her to bump into him yet he didn’t seem at all phased as he glanced around the area for any other sight of life.

“Hold on tight.”

His words were the last thing she heard before a squeak fell from her lips as he dropped her hand from his hold only to wrap his arms tightly around her.

Head snapping up to look at him she felt a wave of nausea replace the feeling in her stomach as the sound of wind shrilled in her ear and her body felt as if it was being squeezed tightly.

The vision of trees, the sky, and muggle machines passed by her in a whirlwind before a barely audible pop rang in her ear and they were standing upright again on solid ground.

Feeling his arms release her, [Y/n] made a step forward before a wave of nausea had her stumbling a bit.

‘Perks of not apparating for a long time.’

She thought to herself as her hand flew blindly to the side to grab onto the wall to keep herself from falling flat onto the ground. But instead of meeting the hard stone of the ground, she felt an arm wrap around her waist pulling her back gently.

“Tsk, steady you silly thing,” Snape murmured as his hand drifted to her lower back causing a shiver to climb up her spine at his firm touch.

“I’m fine.” She lied, gulping down the uneasy feeling bubbling in her stomach and turning back to look at him. For a moment when her eyes laid on him, she swore she saw an amused smile tug at his lip before it fell.

Letting her go, he watched her take another step forward, less unsteady this time and more grounded.

“Thank you.” Her words of gratitude held hesitation and he merely shrugged before walking past her not even looking to see if she would follow.

“Mhm, come along then.”

Watching his back face her she began to follow in his footsteps not once even thinking to turn the other direction or apparate herself away from the place mind still hung on his words from earlier.

Venturing out of the alleyway they apparated into and blending in with the muggles, she followed him silently toward the many stands that lined the area.

It was lively. Crowded with muggles of all ages as they spoke to the sellers behind tables or stands while looking at the different wares that were being sold and trading banter amongst each other.

The noise of the conversations in the area had her wincing a bit, her senses no longer used to so much racket as it had been forever since there had been so many people around her.

She wondered, just briefly as they stopped in front of a stand selling a variety of produce and herbs, what they would do if they knew that a witch and wizard were only feet from them.

Buying items just as they would acting as if this was an everyday occurrence for them even though it was not. Because it wasn’t every day someone's captor willingly brought them out.

Eyeing him for a second, [Y/n] began to look around the area. Taking in the sights and people silently as Snape droned on to the merchant standing at the stall.

Everyone there seemed to be so happy, exuberant in the sunlight that was pounding down on them as they went about their business. Children playing around as parents tried to corral them together. Teenagers hanging out with others speaking loudly and laughing.

There was a joyful mood all around her. Yet she felt none of that joy while scanning the horizon. Even when her eyes landed on a figure standing on the far opposite of the stall they were at.

Hands placed in their pocket as they watched over the people going and coming. The person looked most out of place with how stiff and uncomfortable they were.

It was written all over their body how they didn’t seem to know how to act around all the people. Additionally, the clothes they wore didn’t match any of the muggle styles that the other people had on. No, it was more something a witch or wizard would wear thinking muggles would wear the same.

And it was the same mistake that a lot of the trainees made during her time in Auror training. Failing to disguise oneself probably. All that to say the person she was staring at and who was currently failing their training was an Auror.

Not a full fledged Auror no. But one in training at least and probably currently working on their concealment and disguise ability considering how easy it was to spot how out of place they were.

That also meant that a real Auror, one that she may have worked with before or known, was here. Watching the student and also paying attention to their surroundings.

Knowing that, it was as if her brain had suddenly snapped back on, words written almost in big red letters scrawled across her mind telling her to:

Run.

She could do it if she truly wanted to. Escape. Make a scene and attract the Auror's attention. She didn’t have to stay with the man who at the moment was paying no mind to her.

Yes, if she could just get the attention of the trainee somehow without Snape noticing her she would be free! Her heart raced at the thought. Eyes almost welling up with tears yet doing her best to tamp down any emotion that would bring his attention to her.

Scanning the area she tried to determine who was who if there was at least a friend in the area that she had not seen and vice versa. Of course, she didn’t think it would be easy looking for a trained Auror who would be perfectly disguised yet as she looked and searched she saw nothing.

Saw no one looking at her or paying her any mind. No, everyone continued to go on their way enjoying their time out as they passed by happy and unaware that danger lurked around the corner.

And then a thought hit her square in the face. If she ran, if she made a scene. What would happen to the muggles around her? Surely Snape was not going to just let her go. She wasn’t naive to believe that considering if she was found he would be receiving a one way ticket to Azkaban.

No, he would make sure she didn’t leave here alive regardless of any of the muggles around. What were a few muggle lives to avoid being sent to probably one of the worst places a witch or wizard could go? As that thought came another reared its head. What would happen to her if she got away?

There was no doubt in her mind she would be brought back to the Ministry and questioned about all she had seen and all that happened. But what then?

Let her go and go on about her life?

Go home?

To an empty house that had death soaked into its walls and floor?

What about the large target on her back she was sure she would have the moment she ran for it? Even if she was lucky and escaped, she would have to hide from Death Eaters until a day when they were no longer a threat.

Sure she could have other Aurors around her protection, or maybe stay at the Ministry for an indefinite time until it was safe but when would that happen? What made her so sure that any of the Aurors could protect her even if they tried? She had seen how the Death Eaters wiped out her team with ease so how would just a few Aurors work against them?

And if she stayed at the Ministry what would happen if You-Know-Who got the reign of terror he wanted? It would have all been for nothing.

These thoughts bounced in her brain over and over spinning tangled webs of scenarios of how her running would turn out. And the frightening part was that they all seemed to lead down a road of living in despair, fear, and every so often death.

“[Y/n]?”

Having been drowning in those thoughts, she hadn’t recognized her name being called, eyes glazed over as she stared at the spot where the Auror to be once stood.

But they were no longer occupying that spot, no longer close enough to see and she had realized at that moment she had missed her chance. Missed her way to freedom that had been so close yet held away from it by a fear that had seemed to come from nowhere.

“[Y/n].”

The firmness in his voice along with feeling his hand landing on her lower back jolted her out of her trance, her eyes landing on him as tears pricked at her eyes.

“Yes?” She whispered, the fire and adrenaline of seemingly almost free leaving her and being replaced with a hollowed out feeling that made her feel almost ill.

“You seemed tired,” he started, eyebrow raised as he examined her features, no doubt seeing how glassy her eyes were, “I think that is enough, no?”

For a moment there was a silence between them that seemed to suck all the noise around them away before she answered him.

“Yes…I think so too.”

The hand that he had placed on her back slipped down and away from her before she felt his digits brush her limp ones. A sense of unease usually filled her whenever he touched her like this, yet now she felt nothing.

Instead, she made no effort to pull away like usual when he went to envelop her trembling hand with his own steady and firm grip allowing him to guide them back to the alleyway they had arrived from and apparating back to his home.

When they returned, the rest of the day had been spent in a silence that was normal for them now. But they both knew another change had occurred. One that she didn’t want to acknowledge as it would make it real, and one he didn’t want to force out of her because well, there was no gain in that.

So when she was summoned from her room after skittering back into it almost voluntarily when they returned, Snape couldn’t help but truly examine her slumped form as she entered the kitchen. The longer she had been holed up in this place, the more her body language showed how physically tired she was.

Dark circles had long painted themselves under her eyes from the tormenting nightmares that stayed with her from morning to night. Not even in her dreaming, where one should be able to at least forget what the day brought, had she been safe from his entrapment as she had found out quickly enough.

Yet he still could tell that even through all of it, that there had been a fighting spirit in her. A defiance that burned and a naive hope that she would get out of the situation that she had landed herself in.

But this weariness she showed to him at the moment seemed different. There was no light in her eyes. No amount of defiance radiated from her as she quietly sat across from him, not even acknowledging the food in front of her.

There was nothing. Just her and him in a world that probably no longer acknowledged that she had been a part of it. Not when she had been missing for so long without as much of a trace of where she had gone to.

Not that the Ministry would ever find one that is.

It was Snape that broke the silence between them just as he had done that morning, eyes squarely on her as she finally began to pick at her food.

“I hope that I can bring you out again.”

A simple statement that needed no responding to. Not that he was expecting one from her as she mindlessly brought a spoonful of food to her mouth.

“I don’t care for it but it seems to do you well.”

He continued, bringing his cup up towards his lips to drink from while just taking in the sight of her sagging shoulders and how her eyes stared pointedly at the bowl in front of her.

“Why didn’t you try to run?”

That finally seemed to have captured her attention as her hand froze midway through scooping up the food in her bowl. For a moment she stayed that way not looking up at him, eyes still glued on the meal in front of her.

Not one to enjoy repeating himself, he waited, giving her time to fill the silence with her answer.

“What do you mean?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper as she kept her face low while the grip on her spoon tightened.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he sneered, tone laced with annoyance yet devoid of any real malice towards her as he continued. “Do you not think I know an Auror when I see one? You all are hardly as inconspicuous as you try to make yourself be.”

Silence blanketed them again but this time there was a tension in it like a tightly wound knot that was about to unravel or an invisible crackle in the air that only needed a spark to ignite. And the spark came with his next words.

“You had your chance yet here you are still,” Snape pointed out eyes still on her, “surely a mind as brilliant as yours knows why.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t…know?”

There was an incredulous quality in his tone as he repeated the weak response that she had given.

“Is that all…you don’t know?” He asked, watching as her sagging shoulders tensed up as she placed the spoon that she had held so tightly down.

“Maybe,” she murmured almost inaudibly, lifting her head revealing a pointed glare at him while trying to hold in the tears that had been burning in her eyes since they had returned. “Maybe it was because I was worried about the muggles that were there who might get hurt if something happened,” she answered, voice shaking yet gaining in volume.

“Or maybe it’s because if I ran, and managed to escape somehow I wouldn’t even be able to sleep, wouldn’t be able to live because I’m scared some Death Eater is going to come barreling through my door trying to kill me like they did my parents and brother!”

A shrill tone had seeped its way into her voice as [Y/n] suddenly shot up from her chair, knocking it backward with a loud clatter that she ignored as she stomped over to him. Unflinchingly, he watched her approach him, his expression neutral as he watched a range of emotions twist her features before it stopped at one.

Despair.

Slamming her hands on the edge of the table causing the dinnerware to shake she stood over him, tears beginning to stream down her face. “Or is it,” her breath hitched, “i-is it because I know when I go home, there will be no one? Absolutely no one there. Because of me.”

“Does that make you happy?” She shouted her voice cracking from the intensity as her body trembled with the grief that she had been carrying for months at that point.

Refusing to wipe the tears out of her eyes she stared at him with her blurred vision. His expression was fixed the entire time she had been screaming at him, unaffected by her cries and tears and it wasn’t unexpected. There was no twitch of his lips, no raise of a brow like he would usually have done.

Nothing.

He just sat there cold and distant as she broke into a million pieces in front of him. It shouldn’t have hurt her so much yet she couldn’t help the sudden weakness that seized hold of her limbs. Weighing her down as any strength from her was sapped.

“Is that what you wanted to hear me say?” She whispered before her shaking legs gave out causing her to collapse on the floor in a weeping pile. Hands coming up to bury her face in them as sob after choked sob was pulled out from her while she trembled and cried.

“My family,” she rasped, her voice loud and raw filled with the agony that maybe if she had been more careful all of this would have never happened and her family and friends would have been still alive. Gasping for air, she tried to speak yet it was too much, all of it was just too much.

Instead of words, a cry left her lips that was immensely piercing as she lunged forward, arms wrapping around herself as she wept. It had been so ear-splitting that it covered the sound of Snape’s chair scraping against the ground before he was next to her on the floor.

Arms finding their place around [Y/n] he dragged her close to him in an embrace as his hand began to stroke circles on her lower back. Yet as comforting as embraces were supposed to be, this one only had her sobbing louder as she stayed in his arms too tired and distraught to try and fight him away.

“Why, why did this have to happen,” she gasped out trying to claw back as much air into her lungs as she could, “if I- if I would have just died that day they-they-.”

Unable to finish her thought as her mind swirled over and over with guilt about everything that had happened, another noisy cry left her body as she sunk completely into his embrace no longer caring that he was holding her.

It was all just too much.

“Shh enough of that now.” Snape hummed as she shuddered with each shaky breath she took trying to regain some control over her emotions.

Cooing at her, he continued to rub small circles on her lower back as if trying to comfort her, his voice low and silky as he whispered in her ear. “There was nothing you could have done to save your family [Y/n] you did your best. ”

Had she been thinking clearly and not being strangled with the unrelenting thoughts of her failures, she would have cursed at him, hit him, and pushed him away yet all she did was continue to cry as she listened to him speak.

“But even though they are no more,” he murmured softly, his lips ghosting against her ear causing her breath to become more uneven and her skin to prickle, “I would think they would prefer their daughter to be in capable hands, no? Someone who could take care of you and keep you from the same harm that came upon them,” he continued, lips caressing over the juncture of her neck as he spoke. “It would make them happy, wouldn’t it? And you’ve always done what you could to make them happy right?”

Pausing his speech, he pulled away to look at her yet her eyes stayed lowered as her mind reeled with the implications of his words. Without him, she would be alone having been her only contact with the world for a while not including today.

Though even when she was out there she had felt utterly alone even when surrounded by those people. Even when she could have escaped, her thoughts always seemed to have ended back to Snape. Whether it be what he would do to others or what he would do to her to make her stay.

So if she escaped, she would be in danger for an undetermined amount of time. But if she stayed at least she would be safe from the wrath of any Death Eater. He had also been kinder to her recently as if trying to wipe the memories of earlier on away. It was strange but it had been welcomed even if she had been on edge about it.

But fighting him all this time didn’t work, it was never going to work and she knew that from the moment she was given to him and he refused to let her go. And she was utterly exhausted, waking up every day with little to no autonomy along with the fear of him just getting tired of her resistance and outright killing her once his patient facade ran out.

So it was okay, right? Okay, for her to accept it, to ease the suffering that was crushing her heart, suffocating her, and clouding her mind every day. Okay to do something to avoid the pain the future would no doubt bring if she didn’t accept it. Right?

You don’t have to fight anymore. Just stay.

Dimmed eyes finally turned to look at him, tears still clinging to her eyelids as she gazed up at the concerned expression that he wore. That was a first. To see any other look from him other than contempt, or just pure uninterest.

“Y-you, won’t let them hurt me?” She stuttered out, looking into his dark eyes that seemed to dig into her mind as she bargained with herself.

With a shake of his head, he leaned down slightly closing some distance between them before bringing a hand up to caress her tear-stained cheek softly.

It was almost lovingly the way the back of his palm slid against her skin. Slowly, with no haste in his movement which caused a shiver to crawl up her spine and a knot to begin to grow in her stomach as he captured her attention with his words and actions.

“Never,” his voice was no louder than a murmur, it was deep, and dark as it vibrated inside her while his lips neared her ear. “No witch or wizard will ever be able to hurt you [Y/n],” he whispered, causing her breath to hitch at his closeness, at the way his voice seemed to seep deeper into her causing something in her body to awaken. “Let me keep you safe, isn’t that what you wanted all this time? To be safe?”

Safe.

She had hardly known what that felt like for so long. To be safe. To not wake up and fall asleep worried about what would happen to her. To not have to consider what would happen to her if she did run away.

No, if she stayed put at least she would have some idea of what was to come for her. At least in this hell, she knew the devil who ruled it, and what he wanted from her.

If he had wanted to kill her, he would have done that months, weeks, or days ago. He had every chance to. However, here she was with his arms wrapped around her, body pressed against hers, and what seemed to be a sincere look on his face.

One that lulled her into a stillness, had her shoulders slumping and had the last drops of tears being blinked away. As inaudible as the way her resolve shattered in front of them, it was the same as the word that fell quietly from her lips.

“Okay.”

It was so hushed that had he not been close to her, had there been any other noise right before she spoke neither of them would have heard it.

Her voice was unrecognizable to herself as she gazed up at him, the realization of her signing away her freedom to him long buried in the depth of her mind. Because what was signing something away that you didn’t have in the first place?

“I’ll stay, I won’t try to run or leave again,” [Y/n] whimpered, as she searched his face for any sign of understanding, “ so please just, just…”

Her words trailed off as her mind replayed his vile words to her in the beginning. The assaults, the sleeplessness, and invading of her own mind to twist it and doubt the feelings she had. Yet somehow all of that began to be clouded over with a strange relief.

Relief born out of knowing that by accepting to stay she would never have to face that again. Never have to face danger again. Just stay and exist.

The thought itself was pleasant. Something she had wanted even if this was not the way she thought she would get it.

As if he could understand her without words, Snape simply nodded.

He went to stroke her cheek once more while the arm already wrapped around her drew her closer to him in a firm and protective grip. Warmth radiated from their bodies as they sat near each other, [Y/n] almost on his lap as she clinged to him like a sort of lifeline.

A sight to behold for both of them if they saw it from another view, as Snape leaned his head down towards her, his lips skimming against her forehead ghosting over the skin before hovering just inches away from hers.

There was a tremble in her, yet she didn’t pull away, didn’t try to rip herself from him in disgust and realization. Instead, her fingers tightened their grip on his shirt as she swallowed before tilting her head up just enough that their lips brushed against each other.

Her movement was all it took before Snape was pressing his lips lightly against hers. Sealing their pact as he dropped the hand from her cheek and took hold of her with both arms.

Their bodies were crushed together as a soft mewl caught in [Y/n] throat at the sensation of being held so tightly and protectively.

Being kissed so lightly yet feeling a furious undercurrent right beneath it that took her breath away as her eyes fell close and she allowed herself to be pulled into his desires.

“Let me keep you safe.”

Words husked out as she looked at Snape with lidded eyes and swollen lips as he pulled away from her. Mind in a haze, she nodded at him and watched as he stood.

And for a moment he hovered over her, eyes raking over her disheveled form that was practically laid out in front of him before going to help her up. Wobbly on her feet, she let him guide her out of the kitchen, past the living room, and up the stairs.

Her eyes never left his form, as she trailed behind him. Their fingers entwined as they passed the room that she had reluctantly called hers for all this time.

Its door stood open, light filtering in yet she paid no heed to it as they went past it. No, there was no light where she was going as they went deeper down the hallway before Snape was opening the door to another room.

His own.

Had she had time she would have observed all that was around her. From the items placed on shelves to the stack of chests that sat in the corner of the room.

But there was none as when they passed the threshold of the door, she was immediately being spun around to face him. His hands reached down, tugging at the hem of her skirt yanking it and her underwear off with little resistance from [Y/n] who made no move to stop him.

Next was the blouse that he had brought to her a number of days ago. That and her bra were unceremoniously torn off her and discarded somewhere to the side causing her to shiver at the sudden cold air that kissed her skin.

The discomfort was suddenly forgotten as she felt herself being engulfed in his arms, his lips finding the spot on her neck and a hand cupping her ass squeezing harshly and causing a low whimper to leave her.

Slowly he walked them back, his mouth sucking and kissing at her bare skin as heat corded in her stomach from the way he squeezed and caressed her behind.

With each step he took forward, she moved backward and before long, a surprised sound left her throat when the back of her legs hit the bed and she found herself tumbling onto the soft sheets and plush mattress that was his bed.

For a second she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by his scent that lingered on his bedspread. It was dark, intoxicating, and oddly sensual as she lay upon the silky sheets that felt so good against her skin.

If she could stay there forever, she probably would as she never felt so immensely drawn to something so suddenly. Slowly she dragged herself further up the bed so that she was basically laying right in the middle of it.

Peeking up at him with lidded eyes, dark eyes glittered when they met her own unsure ones, holding her attention as he began to shed his clothing. First, the frock coat was tossed to the ground, then the cravat that was nestled comfortably around his neck fell on top of it.

The white button up dress shirt underneath came next, leaving his upper body bare as his digits began to slowly move down to his trousers.

It was as if she was hypnotized as she watched him, his fingers brushing against the impression of his arousal. Stroking it languidly as he watched her stare at him.

Her breath picked up slightly and her core throbbed when he began to unbutton himself and [Y/n] couldn’t stop her thighs from clenching together.

Her body, already excited from his touches and kisses, was becoming even more aroused at the sight in front of her and what was to come. But she couldn't stop the way her eyes snapped close and how she turned her head away from him as he began to remove his trousers.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen his cock before. He had used her mouth more than once for his pleasure and her torture. Even fucked her in her dreams.

However, all she could do now was listen to the sound of him shuffling his clothes off, a quiet groan filling the room before she felt the bed dip beneath her, and sensed his body hovering over hers.

“Open your eyes,” he hummed, taking her chin gingerly into his hands and turning her so she was facing him.

She couldn’t, even if she wanted to open them she couldn’t as it felt like there were weights holding them close. And had it been any other time before this, he would have probably forced them open to look at what he was doing to her body.

Make her watch as he unraveled her knowing where exactly to touch and kiss to have her mind and body dueling each other for control. But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned down and pressed feathery kisses against her closed eyelids. Trailing down to take her lips in a brief kiss before he began to suck at her neck. A sigh escaped [Y/n] as he began to kiss and suck love marks into her skin that would no doubt be bruised the next day.

The vision of her body being littered with marks from him made him groan into her skin as he felt his arousal become harder at the thought.

Lips pressed against her neck one last time, he began to pepper hot kisses down her throat, sucking and licking all the way down until he reached the swell of her breast. Watching as her chest moved up and down with each shaky breath, Snape kissed her warm skin once more before looking up at her.

“[Y/n] open your eyes.” He commanded in that soft, yet domineering tone of his that had her eyes squeezing tighter and her fingers gripping the sheets underneath her.

A whimper fell from her as she shook her head from side to side. No matter how much she tried, it just felt like her eyelids were glued shut not wanting to open and experience what was happening. She just couldn’t open them and maybe it was because somewhere in the back of her mind she was still holding out. Holding to some resistance that did not want to let go.

“I-I can’t.”

Expecting him to lose his patience with her, and preparing for the cruel man she had first met to come alive again she tensed as she felt him blow warm air against her nipples. In an instant, they tightened from the sensation and the temperature change causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

His digits trailed up her body leaving a tingling sensation in its trail before he was cupping the round velvety flesh in his hands. Squeezing it between his digits before massaging the skin and leaving kisses all around it.

“Very well.”

For a moment there was just stillness. Only the sound of their breaths mingled in the air as his fingers flicked at the hardened buds, rolling them in between each digit and pulling the sensitive flesh.

A moan caught in her throat as the sensation had her heart feeling as if it would burst out of her chest while the feeling of want intensified in her stomach and had her throbbing. Over and over he rolled them causing her to sigh and arch until,

“Ah!”

Eyes snapping open at the sharp pain that suddenly shocked her body replacing the pleasure that was coursing through her, a cry of surprise clawed itself out from her throat as she felt his teeth sink into her soft flesh.

Craning her head to look at him, she was met with glittering eyes staring back at her shocked expression before the groan of pain died down to a whine as he began to suck at the tender flesh.

His gaze was trained on her as his tongue swirled around the aching skin in an attempt to soothe the pain as his fingers rolled and pulled at her other nipple.

With every suck, and pinch he watched her reactions, the way her eyes became lidded again, how she bit her bottom lip to keep a moan at bay. How she stared at him like she was caught in her own trance unable to break away from the pleasure that was churning in her body from his actions.

“Good girl.”

His praise came out as a growl, low, and guttural, causing the vibrations from it to sink into her skin, bury themselves into her bones and run up her spine as he continued to worship her soft chest.

Broken whimpers and sighs formed and spilled from her lips as he moved to play with her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the other but this time only scraping the nipple with his teeth before taking it between his lips and sucking at it harshly.

Feeling the hand that had found hold on her waist earlier begin to travel down her body, [Y/n] sucked in a harsh breath, stilling as his fingers stroked her lower stomach before slowly making their way in between her spread thighs that quivered.

Massaging the fleshy skin of her inner thigh, he squeezed the area lightly, while continuing to nibble at her hardened buds. Moving from one to the other making sure they were both tended to as his hand continued its journey upward before it was finally cupping her soaked opening.

“Mmph!”

Feeling the palm of his hand come into contact with her entrance had her moaning out, her hips bucking down in his hold involuntarily as he began to grind his hand against her.

Moan after strangled moan left her throat as she rolled her hips, mind forgetting about any sort of resistance she tried to hold on to as the pulsing in her cunt grew stronger with each press of her hips towards his palm.

Everything felt so dizzying and intoxicating and it only worsened as he released her sore and swollen nipple from his lips. A smirk grew on his expression as he leaned up to capture her bottom lip sucking at it before pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

Tongue swiping at her lips, Snape wasted no time and removed the palm of his hand from her cunt, causing a whine to leave her and her hips to jerk, already missing his touch.

But it was only for a second as a high pitch sound left her lips, parting them open and giving him entrance to her as his fingers began to rub her already sensitive clit which had begun to throb as soon as she started to grind against his hand.

Pressing his fingers against her pearl, he began to rub harsh tight circles against it as he continued kissing her and drinking in her moans. His tongue encircling hers, stroked and teased it before he felt her shyly begin to move her own tongue against his.

Her actions had him groaning into her mouth pressing down further into her and, stealing almost all the will he had not to ravage her body right then as she began to finally accept him.

Tongue swirling around his, licking it, tasting him, and exploring just as he was doing to her, [Y/n] couldn’t help but sigh from his touch and his kiss.

For a moment he let her have her fun, let her do some teasing before he began to bully her curious little appendage into submission and exploring the rest of her waiting mouth as she melted underneath him.

Her body loosened completely to him as her eyes fluttered closed and her mind only thought of the pleasure his mouth and hands were bringing her.

Each press into her clit had her moaning into him, legs tensing and stomach clenching while her cunt ached and fluttered around nothing. Waiting and wanting for something to fill it up to soothe the throbbing that had become incessant.

He held her there for what felt like an eternity, kissing and stroking her, cording her pleasure tighter and tighter. Making her moan louder into his mouth and grind her wetness against him as she gave him what he had been looking for.

And as the throbbing in her lower body became stronger, singling that she was reaching her end, she couldn’t help the sob that was ripped from her as he suddenly pulled his fingers away.

“Becoming needy now aren’t we?” He teased, pulling away from her lips and taking in her quivering form beneath him as a whimper broke free from her.

Wide eyes and dilated pupils stared back up at him with desire and need burning in them as her lips, swollen and wet from the heated kisses he had placed on them, trembled.

Leaning down and pressing his lips against her cheek in a gentle kiss, he began to move down on her body. Leaving kisses down her chest and stomach until he settled between her legs, eyes landing on her swollen opening that glistened with her juices that almost seemed to be dripping out of her.

It made his stomach burn, and his cock throb as he took in the sight of what his teasing had done to her. His eyes stayed fixated on her opening, how it seemed to clench and unclench looking for something to fill the void that was there.

The sight was utterly vulgar and utterly delicious as he licked his thin lips, fingers going to spread her open filling the air with a wet sticky noise and her moans as he exposed her.

Just staring at her wet entrance had him thinking about all the ways he could fill her up. With his tongue, fingers, cock. Oh yes, he would show her. Show her how good it felt, how good it could have always felt if she had just let it. A groan broke free from him just thinking about all the ways he would have her.

“P-please.” Her voice, tiny and unsure, jolted him out of his thoughts as he felt her fingers brush against his hand causing him to look at the bashful expression on her face. “Please don’t stare like that.”

It was a request that was so innocent sounding, so shy and nothing like what he ever thought he would hear from her. Well, that wasn’t all true, it was something he never thought he would hear so soon. But it was asked so sweetly that he couldn’t help but to agree.

"Of course,” he murmured as she saw a glint cross his eyes, “why stare when I can just have a taste?”

Not having a second to react to his words, a broken shriek of,

“Oh my god!”

Tore through the air as he pressed his face against her opening, tongue darting into her as he collected beads of her wetness while his fingers held her open for him.

Each swirl of his tongue inside her has her gripping the sheets, moaning and grinding her hips against his face in an attempt to feel him deeper inside.

Harsh puffs of air push out of her lungs as the slick sounds of him licking and sucking her mingle around with groans that she no longer could pinpoint to either one of them.

It was debauched. The way she was letting him consume her body and mind when she had tried to fend that exact thing off from the beginning. But she couldn’t stop, not when he was making her feel so good that she could hardly breathe. Not with the way he was making her body throb and want more from him.

A louder moan broke through her barging, hips arching up as the sudden intrusion of his digits sliding into her alongside his tongue had her crying out. Each thrust was met with a lap from his tongue as he drank the juices that she was spilling out.

“Mmm so wet [Y/n],” he groaned out, voice muffled as he pressed his lips against her folds sucking at them and licking up the juices that his fingers were pulling from her, “delicious little thing you are with those pretty sounds.”

Any sentence or word that she tried to form in her mind would undoubtedly have made no sense as all she could think about was what his tongue and fingers were doing to her.

How he was stretching and milking her cunt with talented fingers and causing the burning in her belly to become so strong that it was almost painful from the pleasure that was rapidly building in her.

She was so close and she needed this. Needed the release that he had been building up inside her. Needed the coil inside her to snap as she felt his fingers begin to travel up. She needed it, needed him.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he gave her a taste of what she wanted. His tongue and fingers began plugging deeper inside her causing an elongated moan to leave her lips. His fingers moved at a rapid pace as he stroked the spongy spot deep inside her while lapping at her causing loud squelching sounds of her wetness to fill the air.

Not only that, he had pressed his entire face against her core causing the ridge of his nose to nuzzle her clit. Massaging and pressing against it in tandem with the thrust of his fingers inside of her.

“Ah!”

Her entire body trembled as she clenched her hand into a fist, nails digging into her palms that would no doubt have crescent-shaped imprints in them when all was done.

Telltale signs of her approaching orgasm began to wash over her as her cunt sucked his fingers in squeezing them and her clit throbbed with each nuzzle against it.

Each thrust of his tongue and finger had her moans becoming higher and higher in pitch until all she could think about was the searing pleasure burning in her belly.

Her chest began to heave rapidly just as rapidly as the way he was plundering her body and soaking them both with her wetness. Feeling the cord in her belly tighten and tighten and her body trembling her lips fell open a loud moan about to escape before it morphed in a sudden and choked out,

“No!”

It was a desperate almost animalistic sound that left her throat as Snape suddenly pulled away from her. His fingers and tongue slipped out and away from her soaked cunt that was twitching uncontrollably and her clit that was swollen and throbbing.

Tears that seemed to have come from nowhere threatened to spill as she squirmed underneath him, hips wantonly chasing back after his digits and tongue as a dark chuckle filled her ears.

“Eager, are we?” He husked lowly, “you’ll have me in you again soon enough [Y/n] just be patient.” He continued as he began to move his way back up against her body, fingers trailing up her skin and stroking her warm skin before settling such an intense gaze upon her that it caused her to avert her own from him.

“Mm, none of that now,” he murmured, gingerly taking her chin in between damp fingers and turning her head to face him even though her eyes were still averted. “Look at me.”

Biting her lips, [Y/n] hesitated for a moment but only for a moment because as her mind tried to give her reasons not to do as he asked, his voice was back in all its soft dark velvet that had her wanting to obey.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered in a sultry voice, pressing a kiss to her forehead and cheek, “look at me, be my good girl, and look at me. ”

Something about the way he called her ‘good girl’ had her stomach churning in pleasure, a tiny mewl leaving her as she let the hesitation she held melt allowing herself to obey his words.

When their eyes met, she felt her breath hitch for a moment as she looked into black gleaming eyes. She had never once looked this deep into his eyes and as she did it felt like she was being sucked into an unending dark sea that had no end.

As dark as it was, and as unending as it felt, there was a strange sensation of never wanting to be let go of it. For not only was the darkness not cold as she thought it would be, but it was actually warm, inviting almost.

“There she is,” his voice invaded her senses pulling her up from that abyss as she felt his lips brush against hers, “such a good girl for me.” He added before pressing his lips against hers once more for another kiss.

To his surprise and delight, it was her who deepened the kiss this time around. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder while she leaned up a bit to press against him even more.

A growl emitted from his throat as she parted her lips for him inviting him to taste her again with no resistance. And he did. Tongue swirling around in her mouth as her fingers carded through his hair as she let herself be dominated.

It was absolutely alluring to him, the way she was giving herself to the pleasure now, no longer fighting. And who was he to not enjoy the obedience that she was giving him?

Pulling away from the kiss and watching as lust shined in her eyes while she stared at him as if waiting for him to tell her what to do. He leaned down, kissing her once more before placing his lips near her ear and whispering, “Would you like me to take care of you [Y/n]?”

Whimpering a little at the question and the underlying meaning, she could only nod her answer fearing her voice would fail if she tried to speak. Instead of acquiescing, Snape shook his own head at her nonverbal answer, a little smirk playing at his lips.

“No, let me hear you. I want to hear you say the words.”

Unlike the way she hesitated to look at him before, there was no hesitation in the words she spoke even if they had not been hurried either.

“Please,” she begged in a tiny voice unrecognizable to herself, her arms tightening around his shoulder bringing him closer to her. “Please take care of me.”

A pleasant almost kind smile grew on his lips at her word before he leaned down and pressed them against her cheek before murmuring a quiet, “of course.”

Letting out an almost relieved sigh, [Y/n] felt herself sinking further into the bed as Snape nestled his body right between her spread thighs that seemed to fall open more.

Welcoming him as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, guiding it to her entrance and slowly beginning to roll his hips against her. Each rocking motion caused her to gasp as his cock began to nudge her entrance open with each movement.

He did this a couple of more times, pushing past the entrance of her folds teasingly before pulling out, groaning at sticky wet sounds and little whimpers that fell from her.

Each press against her had his control slipping as he toyed with her by slowly inching more of him inside of her with each rock of his hips. He stretched her slowly as her cunt began throbbing around him each time he entered and pulled away. Teasing her folds, running his cock through her wetness before pressing back in and groaning as her whines became more vocal.

“Mmm please~.”

She whimpered breathlessly looking up at him, her hips rocking into his, only being stopped when he held her still causing her to almost want to cry.

It was becoming too much. She needed something in her. Something to stop the incessant throbbing that was almost painful from the amount of teasing and waiting. Stop the wildfire that was burning in the pit of her stomach that was becoming uncontrollable at his point.

Staring up at him with pleading wet eyes, she was met with him giving her a heated look that had her breath hitching as if she could see all the things in his mind right now that he wanted to do to her.

His gaze trapped her for a moment. Held her attention just enough so that when he finally gave her folds one last swipe before sheathing himself fully inside her with one thrust, he got to witness the way she fell apart.

How her lips suddenly parted as a choked sob became silent as she felt him sink into her. How her eyes widened for a moment, her body tensing at the intrusion that had made its way into her.

The startled gasp became one elongated moan as her body accepted the intrusion of him. Throbbing and fluttering around him as he sank further into her making him groan as the spasms of her body massaged his cock.

Both of their breathing became uneven as he relished at how hot and wet she was. Enjoying how tightly her body wrapped around him, squeezing him and coaxing him inside.

Pants filled the air as they both stilled, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the lustful sight of her beneath him. Lips parted, eyelids fluttering up at him with dilated pupils, and breath uneven while being full of cock.

What was even better was how she lay there. Not resisting. Instead only moaning out and wiggling her hips downwards a little as she tried to press him deeper into her. Wanting to feel how good it could be if she could take all of him.

As much as he wanted to be gentle with her this time around, the thought of pounding her into the mattress was much more alluring as she twisted her body stimulating both of them. He could be gentle another day but right now, he wanted her writhing on his cock and begging him as she gave herself over willingly.

Rocking his hips against hers at a steady pace, he pulled out of her completely before sinking himself completely back into her multiple times. Grinding his hips in small circles each time he entered her and pressing their hips closer.

Soft moans flew from her lips as she rocked her hips with his, chasing his cock each time he pulled out of her only to whimper out a soft ‘yes’ each time he sunk back inside stretching her completely.

The amount of pleasure he was bringing her just by fucking her on his cock was insane. And when he began to speed up, burying himself deeper into her, it had her body tensing and clenching down wanting him to stay inside her longer with each thrust.

Wet sounds of flesh slapping against each other filled the air alongside little whines that mingled with them whenever she felt him lean down to kiss her neck or cheek.

Each time he would do this she could feel him sinking deeper into her and it had her gasping out, tightening her hold on him trying to draw him closer as waves of heat burned inside her.

Faster and faster his hips snapped, bullying the soft spot inside her that had her toes curling and stomach clenching with each stroke. The pleasure she felt from it was too much. Suffocating almost especially when she felt his hand begin to snake between them.

She hadn’t paid any mind to his wandering hands too caught up in his cock filling her until the digits found what they had been looking for. With one harsh press against her clit, Snape began to rub tight circles around her causing her to choke and her hips to arch suddenly closing the distance. And before she knew it a broken sob of,

“F-Faster!”

Fell from her lips wanting more of what he was giving to her as she shook and writhe. Her cry had his cock swelling, hardening even more inside of her and his hips stuttering for a second at how lusty she sounded.

It surprised him only for a moment before he regained his rhythm thrusting, fingers leaving her pearl for a moment to gather the wetness that connected them before returning to the bead and rubbing it.

“Please faster it f-feels,” she gasped, feeling his fingers against her clit as it alternated between rubbing tight circles and pressing down on it causing her to almost choke on her words, “f-feels so, feels so!”

The words refused to come out instead a long moan took their place as he pressed deeper into her causing her breath to hitch.

“Feels what [Y/n]?” Snape hissed leaning down, pushing his cock further and further into her as his fingers continued to torture her clit. Her entire body convulsed at his touch as the throbbing of her insides became erratic and her mouth fell open even though no sound left her.

“Tell me,” he crooned, snapping his hips against her again making her shout before it morphed into a half sob half moan as her legs wrapped around his waist dragging him closer to her. “Tell me tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good feels so good,” she squealed out as his hips began to increase in their rhythm. The sound of wet flesh meeting each other became louder and more intense as her cunt began to gush with her juices with each plunge of his cock inside her while his fingers played with her clit that felt incredibly tight and sensitive.

Eyes rolling to the back of her head, her lips parted letting out streams of sobs and moans along with irregular puffs of air as her body began to wind itself up tight. Feeling the edge of her release come into view as he fucked her.

Amazed at just how ethereal she looked while drowning in pleasure, a tinge of excitement took hold of him at the thought of how she would look while coming on his cock. Coming undone on the man that had held her against her will until he wasn’t.

A loud groan tore from him at that thought, before he was snatching his hand away from her clit. Leaving her shaking and almost protesting before she was silenced with his lips smashing against hers and his pelvis tilting up just enough that it had her screaming into his mouth when he entered again.

Caging her in with his arms, and laying his body fully on top of hers he relished at how she shook underneath him as he pounded into her. Drinking in her cries and stealing her breath with each thrust as her insides churned and churned with the stimulation.

“You like that don’t you,” he rasped lowly, pulling away from her swollen lips and looking at her blissed out features as he continued to drag his cock in and out relentlessly.

Kissing up her neck he began to nibble a trail up to her ear before whispering into it, voice low filled with lust and breathy from the exertion being put forth, “like how deep my cock is?” He moaned, puncturing the sentence with a slam of his hips into her causing her to squeal, digging her fingers into him. “Like how it’s taking care of you?”

“Yes! I-it’s so good!” She shrieked as waves of pleasure began to drown and overwhelm her as his cock dragged against her spongy spot with each plunge inside of her.

“So good please,” her voice broke and her fingers clawed his shoulder trying to find something to moor her down as she babbled out desperately.

“Please, gonna come please!”

[Y/n] wailed loudly, her body twitching around him, desperately sucking him in and holding him close each time he tried to pull away signaling her body was about to fall over that euphoric ledge he was leading her to.

“You’re going to come?” He gritted out hips pounding into her fast and hard no doubt going to leave bruises on her skin as he ripped sob after sob out of her. “I’ll let you come,” he hissed, eyes glinting as he watched her eyes fluttering and tears begin to drip down her face from the pleasure that was churning in her. “But I want to hear you scream my name when you do understand?”

The thought of disobeying never passed her mind, the only thing on it was the impending release that was bubbling up quickly and about to reach the point of no return. So she nodded furiously, eyes wide and body already trembling as he didn’t let up his pace.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do whatever you want, I'll do it!” Her sobs were almost incomprehensible as she thrashed her head against the bed as if she were out of her mind. “Please, please, please!”

Moaning at her words, Snape latched his lips onto her neck and sucked at the skin pressing into her as he shoved a hand between where they were connected holding himself over her with one arm.

His mouth moved next to her ear panting, “then come,” he growled fingers pressing her bead that had her choking out and hips canting upward meeting his thrust, “come on my cock, my good girl.”

It felt as if fireworks had been lit in her belly. Her cunt spasmed once twice, and then over and over unrelenting as his fingers rubbed tight harsh circles against her in the same rhythm of his thrusts.

“Severus!”

He didn’t stop as his name left her lips in a scream that had him groaning out loud at the sound of it. No, he kept thrusting into her ignoring the way she sobbed and shook underneath as he abused her oversensitive cunt.

Ignoring how she choked his name out saying it like a prayer as she looked at him with eyes glistening with tears and parted lips that were swollen and wet.

“Severus! S-Severus!”

[Y/n] sobbed, not able to form any other coherent words or thoughts. All that was in her mind was him. How his fingers stayed on her clit, playing with the oversensitive bead as he continued to rail into her forcing her body to begin its climb to another orgasm just after the one she had.

It didn’t take long either for her to get there as his cock began to throb inside of her and his thrusts became sloppy yet still digging deep into her until the shout of her name rang around the room.

“[Y/n]!”

The sound of her name vibrated in the air as he slammed his lips harshly against hers in a desperate kiss. When he emptied himself inside her she could only moan into his mouth as he released inside her. Feeling his hot seed coating her and flooding her insides had her spasming again, causing a choked noise to leave her and her mind to blank as another orgasm hit her.

The lack of oxygen from him kissing her had her feeling dizzy almost as if she was having an out of body experience. Her entire body quaked and she couldn’t control the moans and whimpers that escaped her as he stilled himself inside her.

Cunt spasming and throbbing around him all she could feel was how warm she was. How wet and slick her insides felt as it pulsed from the unrelenting fucking that she had endured.

Arms wrapping around her and pulling her close to him, it felt like an eternity passed before her body started to come down from the euphoric bliss that he had caused her to spiral down.

Her eyes were wide open as she stared up at the ceiling, heavy pants becoming quiet whimpers as she tugged herself closer to him ignoring the stickiness and weight of him still in her.

The high of having such an intense orgasm left her body high strung and needing the weight and comfort of another to calm her as wave after wave of emotions began to hit her.

Cooing at her actions, Severus kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her and just letting her be underneath him with her shivering form and her eyes closing before any tears could fall out of them.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, or when she had fallen asleep. But when she reopened her eyes, darkness was the only thing that greeted her vision. A blanket was pulled over her preventing the chill from reaching her and the feeling of being cleaned was evident.

Her body, still weighed down from Severus' grip on her, was unmoving as her mind began to replay the moments that had led her up to this moment. How she laid underneath him, let him use her, even begged for it, begged for him to use her.

And it felt good. It felt so good. He had taken care of her like he said he would, hadn’t hurt her and it was blissful for a split second as when she was rocked with her orgasm all she felt was relaxed bliss.

The tears that rolled down her cheek went unnoticed as she clenched her eyes shut as her mind continued to replay it over and over. In her spiral, she doesn’t capture the way her fingers grasp onto his nightshirt and how she pressed herself close to him with each passing thought. Nor did she register the sensation of his hand lightly pressing into her back.

No, her mind was too caught up in something else. Caught up in the answer she had been too afraid of to admit out loud. It had been there much earlier than she wanted to believe. But it had been there floating around flashing every time something happened.

Because if it was to save her, to keep her from becoming more damaged, from being lonely, or even dying. Then selfish, or not there had only been one answer from the start:

To give in.

A/N: Well well well if that wasn't a rollercoaster idk what is lol. I hope this chapter turned out okay and I do admit I had a hard time with it because the plot was not trying to plot but it is done and I'm not mad at it and I hope you guys aren't either :)!!!

Also, shout out to @renee561 for listening to me scream and complain about this chapter while also making me sprint for my life to get it done asap. Thank you, friend!!!

And thank you guys for reading this even though it took me a hot minute to write it! As usual, leave your thoughts (and if you see any errors) ^o^ and I hope to see you in the next chapter! (Which will not be nearly as plot focused as this so if you're just wanting a lot of smut that next one is for u 😘 whenever she writes it....)

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Windows Through the Past (HOF!Reader x Cullen Rutherford)

Requested by @iliumheightnights for Another fic request! Cullen reuniting with his long time crush the HOF. Now the hero is a super powerful mage capable of fighting entire armies himself and he's been invited to help the inquisition for a mission?

"I believe the Commander is quite well-acquainted with this ally," Leliana smirks, still not revealing her plan, and Cullen has just about had enough of it.

She gives a giggle behind her hand once more before she states that she has invited the Hero of Ferelden himself to join the Inquisition's march on Suledin Keep.

Cullen is absolutely stunned.

And not all in anticipation of seeing the Hero again.

He had been stationed in Kinloch Hold, where the Hero had spent most of their years before the Fifth Blight took hold.

And had a quite awful experience with abominations as the Circle broke and demons ran rampant, capturing and tormenting him, using the image of the Hero himself to toy with his mind and heart.

He hadn't been kind, last he saw the Hero. And couldn't imagine that anything that Warden Amell may have heard would change that.

After all, he had acted with, shall we say, less than graceful manners at the uprising among the mages in the Gallows, and only when presented with the city's destruction did he take a stand against Meredith.

Cullen immediately resolves not to engage with the Hero. After all, he was trying to be more sensitive of the feelings of the mages serving in the Inquisition, and did not want to bring up any traumatic memories.

But then Leliana states (with an infuriatingly offhand tone) that Amell was actually quite looking forward to seeing Cullen, and now the poor man can't think at all.

It causes him no small amount of stress, puzzling over why Amell would wish to see him, and he comes to the conclusion that it's to enact justice for his crimes.

He can't even bring himself to argue this theoretical point, and resolves not to resist. He'll even alter the guard patrols to make sure Amell has a clear escape.

The Hero of Ferelden shall be his judge and executioner, a hand of the Maker given flesh.

Amell was rather stoic, last time he recalled seeing them. A side effect of the Harrowing, a temporary disorientation. But now, ten years later, the mage seemed... well, downright peppy.

Amell has decimated armies in fire, wiped out a darkspawn horde in a whirl of wind and ice, and summoned a rain of holy light, but now he - you - seem so... soft. Happy.

Cullen smiles despite himself. "You look well, Warden Commander."

"There's no need to be formal, Cullen. I've known you since your hair was still curly." you tease, and Cullen actually laughs.

"My apologies. We have not seen each other in so long, and our parting was... under unfortunate circumstances."

"I understand. I was glad to hear you were with the Inquisition."

"May I ask why?"

You tilt your head and sit. "Well... after Kinloch. I heard about you and Kirkwall. It wasn't great, what I heard."

Cullen nods. "It wasn't great living there, either."

"I feared you had lost your way, but seeing you here... working with mages once more - free mages at that! - I knew the man I once saw was still there."

"The man you once-"

"You weren't very subtle, Cullen. I know how you felt about me in Kinloch."

Cullen blushes. "My deepest apologies. I had never meant to-"

You raise a hand. "I liked you too, but... you were my jailer, Cullen, no matter how handsome and kind you were. I hoped, that after the Blight, you might come to see the truth."

He winces. "I fear I am not the man you seek yet. I... the Inquisitor asked me my view of the Circles, and I responded that I see their necessity. For teaching, for ensuring abominations do not occur."

But you are patient. Far more than Cullen deserves. "And yet you saw in the Gallows, in Kinloch, that the Circle as it is does not do that. I agree that the Circles should still exist as places of instruction and learning, but not as prisons. Not to rip children from their parents. Did you know I had a brother, Cullen?"

"N-"

"Neither did I. That I had a mother that wished to see me and a father that never got to. That Irving was tricking young mages into pursuing blood magic. That the templar order, the Chantry, wanted us all turned into Tranquil."

Cullen would've denied it if it were anyone else. But you have lived it, as he had. You say it so concisely that Cullen cannot refute it. Not now that he has seen red lyrium, seen how easily the Templars fell.

"I struggle, sometimes... knowing that the world after this Inquisition will be far different. I am trying... but I have done so much ill towards the mages. I still fear the power of magic even as I know the wrongs the Circles and the Templars have done."

You grin at him. "The Cullen I had known would not even be questioning it. You have far to travel, Cullen, but you are on the road I hoped you would be."

He looks at you and the words tumble out before he can bid them stop. "Would you ever be able to consider me something other than a jailer? I would pledge myself to you in an instant if you desired it of me."

Immediately Cullen winces in horror, ashamed of his outburst, of asking this of you considering your history together, but you simply tilt your head.

"How about we simply see what the new world after the Inquisition holds? Continue on your path, and I shall endeavor to help you see the signposts. And perhaps someday I might see you as a companion."

Cullen nods. "Then let us proceed with the battle plans, Ser. We must hasten the new dawn."

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Always Meant To Be...

Ransom Drysdale x reader series Part 18/?

<Part 17<

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Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Ransom's family being assholes, Linda being creepy/nice, Walt/Richard being mean to Ransom, reader being called a whore, reader defends Ransom (again)

For the first time in his life, Ransom was excited to share some good news with his family, and it wasn't just because he was looking forward to the chaos that was bound to erupt from it. He was genuinely happy. Happier than any of his family ever have been and it wasn't because of money or being treated like the spoilt rich kid he once loved. It was because he finally had your love.

"Hey," You placed your hand on Ransom's knee as he put the car into park. "You good? You seem, nervous?" You asked.

He nodded. "I guess I kinda am..." He let out a nervous chuckle. "I've never had anything like this to tell them before. I guess, although I know what's going to happen, I'm kinda excited to tell them." He sighed. "Stupid, right?"

You shook your head. "No, Ran, it's not." You smiled at him. "They're your family and telling them should be an exciting moment... If they were normal."

The pair of you chuckled.

"At least, Harlan, will be happy." Ransom smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. And, I'm sure, Wanetta, will be." You smiled back at him before leaning over and kissing him.

Ransom nodded and let out heavy sigh. "C'mon, lets get this over with, shall we?"

The two of you got out of his beamer and walked around to the front where Ransom took a hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it making you roll your eyes as you blushed. You walked up to the front door but before you opened it, Ransom stopped. He reached up and held the back of your head as he crashed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arm around his waist as you gladly let his tongue assault yours, moaning into his mouth.

The door suddenly open and Linda stood their with a scowl. "You're starting to look like one another." She said as she looked you both up and down.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, you hadn't even realised toud put a sweater on similar to what Ransom was wearing.

"Good job we're both fucking hot then." Ransom smirk as he pushed past his mother and entered the house pulling you close behind him.

"Your grandfather says you've got something to tell us. What is it?" Linda asked as Ransom helped you take your coat off.

Ransom rolled his eyes and pulled his own cost off. "Can't you wait five minutes? Fuck, I need a drink." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going off into the kitchen.

You looked at Linda as she silently stared at you, "I'm not apologizing." You said firmly.

Linda's brow furrowed, "For what?"

"For the other day." You said turning to face her.

"Oh, the cunt thing." She raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk, creeping you out a little.

You nodded.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you to..."

You frowned at her, trying not to throw up in your mouth. Sweetie? "Excuse me?"

"You have some balls, speaking to me the way you did. There's not many people whom get away with it." She said as she stepped closer to you. "And there's not many people who defend my son like you do. Nor care about him. And there's no one who loves him like you, either. That's why I'm fine with how you spoke to me, Y/N. You put me in my place and it showed me how you really feel about him."

You gulped and nodded. "He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."

Linda sighed. "I know you probably think I don't love my son, but I do. I'm terrible at showing it. I hate showing it, makes people weak... But I see with you and Ransom, it only makes you stronger... I've never seen Ransom love anyone the way he loves you." She turned with a smile and left you alone in the hallway stunned.

You don't think you'd ever seen Linda smile. You didn't think she could with how much work she'd had done.

Ransom walked out of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, not expecting to find you stood where he left you. "Beautiful?" He walked up to you and handed you your drink. His eyebrows shot up as you effortlessly knocked your drink back in one. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head and looked up at him. "Your mother... smiled."

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Did her face crack?"

You shook your head and took his drink from him, downing that too. "She-" You shook your head. "Was nice to me." You shivered.

Ransom began laughing, "Don't be ridiculous. Mother doesn't do nice." Ransom wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "I'll get another drink, why don't you go on-"

"Hell no. I'm staying with you. What I just witnessed was creepy as shit." You quickly walked off towards the kitchen.

Ransom rolled his eyes with a chuckle and followed behind you. "What did she say? Maybe you misunderstood."

You shook your head as you walked into the kitchen saying a quick hello to Fran before you leant against the counter. "I didn't misunderstand, Ransom. Linda, said she didn't expect me to apologise for what I said to her."

"What? Are you sure?" Ransom frowned at you. "I can't imagine that. You basically called her a cunt."

Fran almost burst out laughing, quickly covering it up as a cough and apologising.

You chuckled, "She said, Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you too..." You held your hands out with your eyes open wide. "Creepy right?"

Ransom nodded. "That's pretty weird."

"Oh, that's not all she said. Apparently she thinks I have some balls for talking to her the way I did. And that, she could tell that I really cared about you and loved you, because I wasn't afraid to put her in her place... Then she said something like, I love my son, but I don't show it because I hate showing it, it makes people weak... But I see it only makes you stronger..."

Ransom's eyes widened. "Maybe she's drunk."

You shrugged, "Whatever, as long as she doesn't call me sweetie again." You shivered make making Fran chuckle.

"Maybe our news will turn her into a bitch again." Ransom smiled at you reassuringly.

"News? Are you two expecting?" Fran gave you a hopeful smile.

Your eyes widened a little. "Uh, no, Fran. Not that kind of news."

"I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." Ransom explained.

Fran smiled back, "Oh, wonderful. Congratulations." She then let out a soft sigh. "Although, it would be nice if you were having a baby too... I think you'd have cute children."

Ransom nodded, "Yeah, me too."

You turned to Ransom shocked. "You do?"

"Of course. We're hot." He shrugged. "Our kids would be super cute."

"Kids?" You raised your eyebrow. "Like two?"

Ransom nodded. "Or more. Whatever."

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at Fran.

"You've thought about having children, Hugh?" She asked sounding equally as surprised as you.

Ransom frowned at her, "That's none of your business." He snapped at her defensively making her jump. Ransom grabbed his drink and stormed out of the kitchen with a huff.

You let out a soft breath and looked at Fran. "Don't pay him any attention, Fran."

She shook her head. "I didn't mean to anger him. I was surprised to hear him talk about children, that's all."

You nodded. "Me too."

"You haven't spoken about them?"

You shook your head. "I've always assumed, Ransom, wouldn't want them."

"I think perhaps it's time you have this conversation with him, Y/N." Fran offered you a warm smile and a pat on the arm.

You thanked her and grabbed your own drink, leaving the kitchen and making your way to the lounge where everyone else already seemed to be bickering.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Walt huffed from where he sat.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Harlan. "Hey." You smiled at him as he stood.

He cupped your face in his hands and smiled. "It's good to see you, kid. How are you?" He kissed your cheek before hugging you.

You gulped, feeling a lump form in your throat as you hugged him back. "Better, thank you. How are things going?" You asked looking at him.

Harlan nodded. "Fine. We'll talk later." He smiled. "Now, what's this news you and my grandson have to share with us?"

You smiled and sat down beside Ransom, letting him pull you into his side. You looked up at him and nodded. "You tell them."

"Oh God, you're pregnant, aren't you?" Joni gasped dramatically. "I thought you looked a little puffy."

Your mouth fell open in shock. "What the fuck?"

"Mind your language." Donna scowled at you as she covered Jacob's ears making you and Ransom roll your eyes.

"Jesus... Just what we need, another little shit." Walt huffed.

"Language, Walt." You mocked Donna making Marta snicker into her hand.

"Ransom." Richard said sternly as he stood in front of him.

"Father." Ransom looked up at Richard seriously making you chuckle.

Richard shook his head as he placed his hands on his hips, "You can't have a child, Ransom. You're just... not good enough." Richard sighed.

Your brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"He's right. You're a shitty person. How can you raise a child? You can barely wipe your own ass." Walt laughed.

"Oh, and the two of you are the world's greatest fathers." You scoffed. "Ransom, isn't a shitty person, asswipe," You glared at Walt. "And he will make a great father because he learnt from the pair of you what makes a shit father. He wouldn't be a fucking asshole to his children nor would he try to ruin his child's happiness to make money."

Ransom smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're too sweet, beautiful." He whispered making you blush.

"Ransom, is it true, you're going to be a father?" Harlan asked with a hopeful look in his eye.

As you looked at Harlan you began to feel guilty.

Ransom shook his head with a sigh. "It's not that sort of news, grandpa." Ransom cleared his throat. "I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." He smiled to himself. "We're going to be buying a place together."

Harlan began grinning. "Well that's equally as wonderful news. The right place for you two to be taking your relationship."

You nodded. "Glad you think so, Harlan."

"Oh for heavens sake." Walt huffed as he stood up. "You can't be serious, dad. Can't you see what's she doing?"

Harlan sighed as you and Ransom glared at Walt. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me what I'm not seeing."

"She's clearly a gold digging whore. Wasn't she fired from her job? How exactly is she going to afford buying a new house, hmm?" Walt glared at you.

"She wasn't fired, shit head, she quit." Ransom defended you.

"And not that it's any of your business, but I have a thing called savings." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"And I assume you'll be selling your apartment?" Harlan asked.

You nodded. "Yep. And I'm working on getting a new job."

"Any ideas what you want to do, yet?" Harlan asked trying to change the subject.

You let out a heavy sigh as you shook your head. "I want to do something different but I'm just not sure what."

"I told you, beautiful, let me take care of you. I make enough money. You don't need to work." He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at him and your inside joke. A few days ago Ransom 'jokingly' suggested being your sugardaddy instead of you finding a new job. As appealing as it sounds to be spoilt all the time in return for certain sexual favors, you wanted a job. You knew Ransom would spoil you anyway and get the sexual favors he wanted regardless. You couldn't say no and why would you want to.

"Ah ha!" Walt pointed at you. "See! She's just a who-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Walt!" Linda shouted as she stood up. "And you!" She snapped at Donna before she could sqwark about using bad language in front of her son.

"Linda-"

"No! Shut it!" She got close to Walt and jabbed him in the chest. "I've had a fucking 'nough of the same old bullshit. You complain and whine that, Ransom, is lazy and needs to grow up and start thinking of others. And when he's clearly started doing what you've been screaming about for years, you fucking complain!" Linda glared at Walt. "It ends, now."

Walt stared up at Linda in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Richard cleared his throat as he approached his wife. "Linda-"

"That goes for you, too. Can't you see for once our son is actually a joy to be around." Linda glared him.

Richard scoffed, "All he ever says is eat shit and throws insults at us."

"Maybe if you weren't all such assholes to him from the moment he walks into the room." You muttered into your glass.

"Nobody asked you." Richard hissed at you.

"That's enough!" Harlan stood up from his chair with Martha's help. "Yes, Ransom, has made some questionable decisions in his life, but haven't we all. And the positive thing to take from it is that he's making changes to be a better man. Changes that make me proud of him. Changed that make me excited to see what his future holds for him." Harlan smiled proudly at Ransom. "Now, let's go eat."

As you stood to follow everyone out to the dining room, Ransom pulled back down onto his lap.

He crashed his lips against yours hungrily as he held the back of your hand in one hand and forced his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as your fingers tangled in his sweater.

He pulled back with a satisfied hum, "Have I told you I love you?" He smiled.

You nodded with a soft giggle. "One or twice."

"I should tell you more then." He kissed you again but this time slower.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you got lost in the kiss.

"RANSOM!" Linda shouted from the doorway making the two of you jump. "Can you not fuck on couch. Christ!"

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