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Hometown Glory; 1. Back to the Old House

Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: M

Chapter Summary: Glory and Frankie, two best friends from a small town in Texas, find themselves in different places as adults. They haven't spoken in years, yet find themselves being drawn back home, searching for... something they can't quite explain. Will they be able to find their purpose back to where it all began?

Chapter Warnings and Tags: Strong language, Frankie is going through it, Someone decides it's a good idea to dip in the middle of the night, Sexism in the workplace, Unstable family dynamics.

Word Count: 8k

1998 (16 years old)

It's a school night on a random Monday, and you're perched cross-legged in a boy's room, a bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your lap. With a mischievous grin, you snatch the remote control from said boy, clicking it over to ABC as he groans in annoyance.

"Hey! What the hell!" he grumbles in annoyance, "Don't you know it's rude to just take a man's remote?"

"It's my night, remember?" you remind him playfully. "There's a new episode of Ally McBeal, and I'm dying to find out what happened between Ally and Billy."

"Gross. Not the biggest fan of that girly romance shit-" he drawls from above, his arm snaking around your shoulder as he reaches for a handful of popcorn. "I would rather watch something cool, like that 70s show. At least it's funny."

You roll your eyes at his protest, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "Come on, Frankie, let's be real here. We both know the only reason you want to watch it is because you have a huge crush on Jackie," you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "But remember, we made a deal, Frankie baby. Mondays are my night!"

Frankie flops back onto his bed, his arms crossed over his chest in a mock pout. "Fine, but I reserve the right to complain the entire time," he declares, a faint smile on his lips. "I mean, at least Ally is kinda hot-"

You playfully toss a piece of popcorn at your best friend. "Anyway, remember when we had to write that paper in Mrs. Miller's class? About what we wanted to be when we grew up?" You lean in closer, your eyes fixed on Calista Flockhart as she flirts with Billy on the screen. "Well, I wrote that I wanted to be just like Ally," you share, taking a sip of Pepsi.

"What, like a lawyer?"

"No, like an actress. Of course like a lawyer!" you exclaim. "I mean, I love to argue-"

"Not correcting you there-"

"... and, it's like, so grown up, right? She looks like someone who has her shit together, her lack of love life notwithstanding, but still. I can see myself doing that!"

Frankie groans as he props himself up on his elbows, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I can totally see you doing that," he says with a chuckle, his voice close to your ear. "But hey, you're good at everything you set your mind to, Glo."

"Aw, Frankie... is that a compliment I hear? maybe I should check outside and see if any pigs are flying-"

"Very funny," he scoffs, joining you on the floor and reaching for the bowl of popcorn. "You know you're smart as hell, so I don't doubt that you can do it."

"What about you?" you ask, nudging his shoulder playfully.

"What about me?" he responds, his shoulder bumping against yours. "What do I want to be when I grow up? That's easy. I want to be a pilot."

"So, like... the military, then? Flying Black Hawks and getting everyone to safety? I always knew you had a hero complex," you tease, nudging him again.

Frankie grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Yeah, something like that," he says, his voice full of wonder. "I've always wanted to serve my country, you know? And being a pilot in the military seems like the perfect way to do it. Plus, I get to carry a gun," he adds with a smirk. "Chicks dig that, you know?"

"Chicks? Frankie, I love you, but for the love of everything holy, please don't refer to women as "chicks", it's degrading-"

"Some chicks like to be degraded," he quips, cocking his head. "At least that's what the guys say in the locker room."

"Not me though," you muse, resting your head on his shoulder as he settles himself against you more, placing his arm around your shoulder as Ally and Billy kiss on screen. "I guess that makes me not like other girls, huh?"

You feel the slight rumble of his chest as he chuckles.

You swear you feel the ghost of his lips on your temple.

Frankie leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "No, Glory," he whispers. "You're so much more than most girls."

16 years later.

"Excuse me, I think I heard you wrong."

"No, you didn't," you retort firmly, eyeing the hefty stack of papers across from you, addressing the group of men- the partners and board members of the firm you decided to spend the last ten years of your life at seated before you. Settling back into the plush leather chair, you cross your legs with an air of confidence. "While I appreciate your acknowledgment of my ten years of hard work and the countless cases won," you pause for emphasis, casually inspecting your nails before meeting their gaze head-on, "...if it weren't for a stupid technicality, I'd be hailed as the first female lawyer in the entire state of New York with a flawless record, right?"

"Indeed, we recognize your almost-stellar track record," Nigel, the lead partner of your firm continues, glossing over your achievements like you expected, chuckling as he adjusts his suit collar. "That's precisely why we believe it's the perfect time to bring you on as a junior partner. We think you're ready."

"Junior Partner?" you echo, incredulous, your tone laced with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "After all these years of fighting tooth and nail against men who were promoted with far less experience, after winning case after case and saving these assholes millions of dollars in alimony payments, I'm still only good enough to become a Junior Partner? Please. Please tell me you're joking." You lean forward, fixing them with a pointed stare, the intensity of your gaze daring them to justify their belated recognition.

The ten men in question, a mix of balding, beady-eyed partners and sharply dressed greying board members shift uncomfortably in their seats. The rustle of their tailored Armani suits rubbing against one another fills the room with a grating sound akin to nails on a chalkboard.

"It took me a decade to even get offered Junior Partner. How many more years until I'm considered for a full Partnership? Another decade?" you ask, your impatience seeping into each word.

"Is there something amiss?" another member of the board interjects, gesturing towards the stack of papers on the table once more. "We don't often extend promotions like this, especially to someone as young as yourself... or any woman, for that matter," he adds with a cough, a smirk playing on his lips as if he's cracked a clever joke. "Most would consider it a gift, wouldn't you agree?"

"I appreciate the offer, truly," you interject, "but I believe my worth exceeds what you're offering." Each word resonates with a sense of determination, a testament to the challenges you've overcome and the achievements you've earned in your career.

With a flick of your wrist, you push the stack of papers back across the conference table, the pages dancing in the air as the men across from you watch in disbelief. The gravity of your decision hangs heavy in the room. "I'm done," you announce firmly, the weight of your words echoing in the silence that follows.

The room fills with gasps as another suit interjects, his face flushed with anger. "I beg your pardon?!" he exclaims. "This isn't a negotiation, and it's a fair offer for someone of your talents," he spits.

You fix him with a steely gaze. "Tell me, Bill-" you retort sharply, "who's the most sought-after associate in this firm? Why do I have gold-digging socialites, cheating tech bros, and trigger-happy celebrities clamoring for a meeting with me at the front desk? Whose face is it on the news when the courts decide to rule in our favor? Certainly, it isn't any of you, that's for damn sure."

Gone is the girl from the small town off the outskirts of Austin, Texas- a former homecoming queen slash magna cum laude loved and cherished by a town that seemed so minuscule compared to the vastness and hunger of your ambition.

You were both a dreamer and a doer, tirelessly working and amassing scholarship after scholarship, grant after grant. Your sights were set on one school only: Yale. You believed that if you couldn't make it there from the start, settling for anything less wasn't an option.

"I'm gonna be like that when I grow up," you declared, flopping onto the lumpy couch as reruns of Law and Order SVU played in the background. Your Nana, her tight, white curls peeking out from the worn brown fabric of her La-Z-Boy, glanced at you with mild curiosity.

"Be like what?" she would reply absentmindedly, her voice raspy from the years of Misty's holding constant residence at the corner of her lips. "Like an actor? Like Mariska? Did you know she's the daughter of Jayne Mansfield?"

"No, like a Lawyer," you would tease, your eyes locked onto Stephanie March as she takes the stand, her sneer as icy as the blonde of her pin-straight hair, her voice strong and confident as she calmly verbally eviscerates yet another rapist, this time one of the shaky-ijustwantedtosmellher-variety, shaking like a leaf as they undergo cross-examination. "She's so fucking cool," you would whisper to yourself, the loud chuckle-cough-chuckle of your Nana as she peers at you from the corner of her eye.

"... but you're such a sweet girl!" she would retort, "how are you gonna win the case when you're so damn nice all the time? those suits would eat you alive, believe you me!"

Your voice rises steadily, like a crescendo building to a climax, until you're finally shouting. All the hurt and embarrassment you've bottled up explodes, coursing through your veins like an unstable chemical reaction. "The reason we're all still in business is because of me!" you declare, your words punctuated by frustration. "Or should I ask Bill in finance for confirmation? Maybe he's mistaken." You unclench your jaw, feeling the tension in your neck as you reach for your phone. "All those high-profile clients? They're loyal to me. If I leave, they'll follow. Think about that."

As the partners exchange bewildered looks, Nigel's discomfort is palpable as he clears his throat. "But... where will you go?" he stammers. "How do you expect to thrive in this industry without the support of a prestigious firm like ours? Besides, no one just turns their nose up at a salary increase of a hundred thousand dollars-"

"Okay, got it. So this isn't a negotiation, and there's no room for reconsideration?" You glance around the room, meeting each of their downturned gazes. Leaning back in your chair, a smirk plays at the corners of your lips as you hold their gaze.

"Oh, don't worry about me," you retort, rolling your eyes slightly. "You don't have to concern yourselves with my well-being. After all, you haven't given a damn about it throughout my entire career here, have you?"

A ripple of anxious laughter echoes through the room, mingled with the partners' disbelief at your audacity. "And just where do you plan to go?" Nigel presses.

With a knowing smile, you rise from your seat, gathering your belongings with a newfound sense of purpose. "Back to where I belong, I suppose," you declare. "Home."

You give the group of men one last nod, your expression firm. "Thank you for the offer, but I don't think this is going to work out," you say, your tone resolute. "And frankly, I've had enough of playing by your rules."

With a final flick of your hair, pin-straight and glossy like Stephanie, you stride out of the conference room, leaving behind the stifling atmosphere of the sleazy-suited assholes, their mouths agape, completely stunned. As the door clicks shut, you feel a sense of liberation wash over you, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

Good fucking riddance, you think to yourself, walking past your colleagues, their heads bobbing up curiously from their cubicles as they watch you march away. You laugh to yourself at the sight of it, your head held high in defiance. Today marks the beginning of a new journey, one where you refuse to let others dictate your worth or your future.

Back in your corner office, tucked away at the back of the building- a spot they seemed to think was where you belonged, far away from the big boys club, you're surrounded by the familiar trappings of your professional life. The cardboard box on your desk awaits its contents – the remnants of a career spent in a firm that never fully appreciated your efforts, despite your unwavering dedication and the millions of dollars earned in your wake.

Shaking off the sting of humiliation and blinking back the tears of frustration threatening to spill, you begin the task of packing up your belongings. Your framed Juris Doctor is tossed in haphazardly, followed by a flurry of other items scattered across the surface of the box. Three framed photos: two girls, with wide smiles and pigtails, an old woman standing on the porch of a decaying home, and a group of like-looking women, the bright smiles and the promise of the endless possibility of the future in their eyes. Gone is the meticulously styled hair, now hastily tied up in a messy bun as you delve into the depths of your desk drawer. You pull out items in a flurry, tossing them into the box until your fingers come across something unfamiliar, hidden at the very back of the drawer.

Your fingers brush against something soft, and you pull out a faded friendship bracelet. Its beads are strung together to spell out a name you haven't seen in years. The memories flood back, threatening to overwhelm you as you stare at the name engraved on the bracelet.

F-R-A-N-

In an instant, you're transported back to a moment etched deep in the recesses of your mind: small hands trembling as they offer the bracelet to yours, the earnest gaze of a young boy not much taller than you. A tentative smile graces his lips as he extends the friendship offering. "You gave me yours, so I'm giving you mine... that means we're friends, right?"

You accept the bracelet with shaky hands, feeling a warmth spread through you. You smile back at the boy in front of you, his smile widening to match yours. "Right. Best friends!"

A pang of regret washes over you, mingling with a bittersweet sense of nostalgia for the friendship that once meant so much to you. With a heavy heart, you carefully place the bracelet into the box, a silent reminder of the past you've left behind.

Two Weeks later (somewhere in between New York and Texas)

"Okay, let me get this straight. They finally offer you a promotion, and that's when you decide it's the perfect time to quit? Seriously, Glory, please explain that logic to me," your sister's voice crackles through the car speakers as you navigate down the coast, taking another sip of your coffee to steel yourself for the conversation. "I'm begging you, please make it make sense. If management told me I needed to shake my ass to get a wage increase, I would say when and where. Surely, a hundred thousand dollars is a decent offer-"

"Yeah, they dangled a hundred thousand dollar salary bump in front of me, but it's not just about the money," you reply, frustration evident in your voice. "They were going to make me a Junior Partner. Junior. It's like they're saying, 'Hey Glory, you're good, but you're not quite good enough to sit at the big kids' table yet. Maybe in another decade or two, you'll get there.'"

"So what's the plan, then? You're just gonna pack up your office, leave your fancy Upper East Side condo behind, toss your shit in a U-Haul, and hightail it back to Nowheresville, USA? You're seriously going to start your firm in a place you swore up and down and to the heavens above that you'd never return to?" Your sister's incredulous voice echoes through the phone as you navigate the winding roads back to your hometown. "As much as the kids and I would love for you to finally be around, shouldn't you be aiming a bit higher than Fredericksburg? There's nothing here-"

You bite the inside of your cheek, the sharp pain making you wince as the metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. Relax, you tell yourself. She's right. You should be aiming higher.

"And don't even get me started on that rundown old house that Nana used to live in. Seriously, Glo, you're going to live in that dump? I wouldn't touch that place with a ten-foot pole, let alone live in it. It's a fucking money pit! You'll lose more money than what it's worth!" she snarks, chuckling to herself. "I know that it was all fun and games, talking about how you were gonna fix up that place, make it your forever home, but that was when we were kids! That place barely has a functioning roof!"

"Well, you must read minds, then." you retort dryly. "Sister, I think that you should think about becoming a psychic, because how did you know?" you sing-song back. "Besides, don't you have a guest room in that place of yours? I remember you asking me very nicely to help you out with the reno you did a few years back as a wedding gift, doesn't that mean that the room is mine if I ever needed it?"

There's a weird, awkward silence that suddenly fills the cab of the U-Haul, and you swear you can hear the gears turning in your sister's brain as she processes the implications of your words, holding your breath as you can feel the wrath that is sure to follow next. You appreciate how predictable your sister always was, knowing damn well that if you had told her that you were actually telling her the truth about your plans on returning home, she would try with every fiber of her being to convince you not to.

"There's nothing here for you, Glory. Nothing but heartbreak and the skeletons that have gathered dust in your bedroom closet. You've always been better than this little old town..." You remember her drunkenly telling you over FaceTime as you down your third glass of Pinot Grigio, your eyes fixed on the blue light radiating from the screen of your MacBook.

Congratulations, the email read. The buyer has accepted your terms, and is expected to move in shortly-

"No, Glo-" she starts.

"The condo sold for over market value-" you offer, a thinly-veiled attempt to try to reason with her.

"Wait. Are you fucking telling me that you're in a U-Haul driving back home? and you're only telling me this now when I haven't even had time to clean out the guest room?! You know how I get when things are left to the last minute-"

"Relax, I'm not going to crash at your house, not when Andrew doesn't know, I've already booked a month at the Hyatt in Austin while I square away the final plans for the house. Think of it this way, if you ever need a place to stay after another one of your husband's benders, you could always sneak away to the hotel room, now that I'll finally be close by. Plus, Hank told me that there's a vacant storefront on Main Street, It's a perfect spot to open the firm-"

"It's just..." Your sister's voice trails off, her chuckle sounding forced. "You always seem to have impeccable timing." There's an odd tension in her tone, a hint of something unsaid lingering between you.

"Impeccable timing, huh?" you prod, sensing there's more to her words than she's letting on.

But before you can dig deeper, she interrupts with a hurried excuse. "Hey, I'd love to chat more, but I've got to run. We'll catch up later, okay? Call me when you get to the hotel, we can grab lunch or something with the kids-"

"Hey, what did you mean about impeccable timing?" you press curiously.

"I gotta go love you byeeee-" she says hurriedly, cutting the phone call.

You're left staring at your phone, a gnawing sense of confusion settling in your gut. Something about her sudden evasiveness doesn't sit right with you, but you push it aside for now, focusing on the road ahead as you continue your journey back home. "Love you too, I guess."

You continue to drive throughout the night, the 26 or so hours that the GPS has estimated your trip to be, refusing to stop for anything other than gas and the occasional bathroom pit stop, grabbing yourself a Buc-ees t-shirt for shits and giggles to commemorate your arrival, breathing a sigh of relief as you eye the “Welcome to Texas!” Sign out in the distance, its surface illuminated by the purple skies of early morning.

"Not much longer," you reassure yourself as you nibble on a sad-looking fruit bowl and sip lukewarm water in the Buc-ee's parking lot. Between bites, you check the time on your phone, swiping away the occasional concerned email from your former associates at the firm.

You raise your phone, capturing the Buc-ee's sign in the distance with your camera app. The empty parking lot reflects the loneliness that has become all too familiar in your adult life.

It's not like I meant for it to be this way, you muse silently, drafting a caption for the photo. "Homeward bound, just a few more hours!" You type out as you hit upload, sharing the moment on your Instagram feed.

As you enter the city limits of the small town you once called home on the way to the Hyatt, you can’t help the wave of nostalgia that suddenly washes over you. You can't help but smile as you pass by familiar landmarks – the public library where you would spend countless hours buried in books, the little Italian place with your favorite lasagna, still in the corner where all of the birthday dinners would be held, the bustling mall, still bursting at the seams with teenagers and young families alike, a place where you and your best friend used to gossip about boys and clothes and how much you hated Mr. Frankel constantly staring at your tits over scoops and cones of ice cream, the shrillness of your combined laughter ringing throughout your ears.

Ex-best friend, you remind yourself bitterly, your knuckles turning white as you clutch the steering wheel. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the one person you would never think would betray you ending up with the guy you once harbored feelings for. The guy. They probably have a picture-perfect life now, living in some military town with a gaggle of kids, the sound of their laughter echoing in your mind like a haunting melody.

As you drive through the familiar streets of your hometown, memories of you and him start to slowly flood back into your consciousness – lazy afternoons spent together, whispered secrets shared under the shade of a tree. But now, those memories are tainted with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of what once was and what could have been.

You can almost see him now, running around the backyard with their children, his laughter mingling with theirs as they play. The image is both heartwarming and heartbreaking, a painful reminder of the love you lost and the friendship that slipped through your fingers.

With a heavy sigh, you tear your gaze away from the fleeting fantasy, focusing instead on the road ahead. It's time to move forward, to let go of the past, and embrace the uncertainty of the future. But as you drive away, a part of you can't help but wonder – what if things had been different?

As you navigate the winding streets, you can't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over you. This may not have been the life you planned, but somehow, returning to your roots feels like coming home in more ways than one.

After a few more hours of driving, you finally pull up to the Hyatt, grateful for the chance to stretch your legs and unload your belongings. The luxurious lobby offers a stark contrast to the worn-out upholstery of your car seat. With a sigh of relief, you drop off your bags in your room before heading back out onto the road.

As you pull up to your Nana's old place, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with apprehension. The once-charming house now stands in complete disrepair, its paint peeling and windows boarded up. Standing outside the weathered front door, you can't help but shake your head.

"Welcome home, Glory," you mutter to yourself, the words carrying both resignation and determination. With a deep breath, you unlock the door and step inside, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Frankie, two weeks before your arrival.

Frankie forgot how fucking hot it was in Texas.

With a heavy sigh, he turns off the ignition of his truck and gazes at the house he hasn't seen in the last few years. The weathered paint job catches his eye, the deep cracks spiderwebbing across the exterior walls. Once-bright white has faded to a tired tan, and a single bright blue shutter still hangs slightly askew from his bedroom window.

"Shit Frankie, do you think your pop is gonna kill me for that?" The voice seeps into his thoughts, unbidden. He shuts his eyes tight, battling against the memories he's long kept buried deep in the recesses of his brain.

His ears catch the familiar sound of tinkering echoing from the depths of the carport beside the house, still cluttered with dismantled shells and rusty car parts. He recognizes the soft grunts of his father as he works on yet another car he decided to fiddle with probably after spotting it abandoned on the roadside.

I've been gone for fifteen years, and yet, it feels like nothing has changed, he muses to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

Frankie lets out a groan as he swings open his car door. His legs feel like lead, knees protesting from the strain of hours spent behind the wheel. He's just made the long haul from his actual home in Florida, leaving behind his daughter and the life he's built there for the last fifteen or so years.

Or tried to, at least.

The notion of divorce loomed over Frankie's thoughts like a persistent shadow, coloring every interaction with his wife. Even in the mundane moments of their daily life, he couldn't shake the feeling of their impending separation. It was as if they were constantly tiptoeing along the edge of a cliff, one wrong step away from falling into the abyss of divorce.

He found himself distancing emotionally, a subconscious defense mechanism against the possibility of heartache. Small disagreements turned into major rifts, each argument fueling the belief that their marriage was irreparable. He couldn't help but imagine a life without Chelsea, even as they sat across from each other at the dinner table or shared a quiet moment on the couch.

The weight of his doubts pressed down on him, clouding his perception of their relationship. Frankie had never truly loved his wife; their relationship was born more out of convenience and familiarity than genuine affection. He often wondered if Chelsea sensed his lack of affection, if she felt the absence of passion and connection that should have been the foundation of their marriage.

Guilt gnawed at him, knowing that he had never given Chelsea the love she deserved. He had entered into their marriage with a sense of obligation rather than devotion, and now he was trapped in a cycle of discontent and disillusionment. Divorce had become more than a possibility; it had become a constant companion, lurking in the shadows of their marriage.

Fuck. She never stood a fucking chance.

So, with a heavy heart and a mind full of fucking turmoil, he'd packed up his car and hit the road, effectively abandoning his wife and kid like a fucking coward, driving with no destination in mind until he found himself back in the town where it all began.

Frankie's chest tightens at the memory of Lily's desperate pleas, her small face etched with fear as she begs him not to leave. He had thought he was being discreet, tiptoeing past her room, his rucksack slung across his back. Pausing in the dim light, he takes a long look at his daughter, knowing he might not see her again for some time. "I love you, baby girl," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he gently closes her door, the click echoing in the quiet hallway.

He pushes open the door leading to the garage, grateful that he had the foresight to leave the garage door open earlier in the evening. It was a calculated move, part of his plan to make a quiet exit from this house that never felt like a home. He had thought about his grand escape throughout dinner that night, opting to remain silent as he tuned Chelsea out, her words of her displeasure falling on deaf ears as he nodded in agreement, cutting into his meatloaf as he slouches himself down his chair.

Lousy, lazy husband. Neglectful and absent father. The biggest disappointment and regret of her fucking life. Coward. Fucking Coward.

Ah, there it was.

I bet you wish that it was her, huh? I bet you wish that it was her pussy that you were fucking instead of mine, right Frankie? Chelsea would accuse, her hand motioning for him to pass over the mashed potatoes in the same breath.

Hell. She isn't wrong.

He thought his plan was about to unfold smoothly, exhaling a sigh of relief as he set his rucksack in the bed of his truck. Then, he heard it—the unmistakable creak of a door opening, followed by the soft padding of feet on concrete, drawing closer from behind. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain he knew was coming.

"Daddy?" his daughter's sleepy voice broke the silence of the darkened garage. "Where are you going?"

Frankie's heart sank at the sound of Lily's voice, her innocent question piercing through his resolve like a knife. He turned around slowly, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light filtering through the garage.

"Lil, sweetheart," he began, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I have to go away for a little while." His chest tightened with every word, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders.

"Why?" Lily's voice trembled with confusion and fear, her small frame shivering in the cool air of the garage. She took a hesitant step closer, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Frankie knelt down in front of her, his heart breaking at the sight of her tear-filled eyes. "It's... it's complicated, baby," he said softly, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But I promise, I'll come back for you. I love you so much, Lily. You're my everything."

Lily threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. "Please don't go, Daddy," she pleaded, her words muffled against his shirt. "I need you."

Tears pricked at Frankie's eyes as he held his daughter close, his own heart breaking with every second that passed. But he knew he had to go, for both of their sakes. With a heavy heart, he gently pulled away from Lily's embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll always be with you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise. I'll come back for you, but you have to stay with Mommy for now, okay? I swear I'll come back for you."

As he stood up and turned away, leaving Lily behind in the garage, Frankie couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that weighed on him like a lead weight. But deep down, he knew that he had to do this—to find a way to be the father Lily deserved, even if it meant breaking both of their hearts in the process.

His throat tightens as he relives that moment, the memory etched vividly in his mind like a relentless nightmare. He can still see Lily's tear-stained face, her eyes pleading with him not to leave, her small hands reaching out for him as he walked away, the way her small form looks back at him as he looks at his rearview mirror, getting smaller and smaller as he drives out of the cul-de-sac like a fucking coward. The weight of her despair presses down on him like a vice, suffocating him with guilt and remorse.

Frankie silently makes his way over to the carport, his father's familiar silhouette outlined against the fading sunlight. He watches as his dad tinkers away, lost in his own world of gears and grease. With a smirk playing on his lips, Frankie leans against the doorframe, soaking in the scene before him.

"When I left, I was saying goodbye to a pair of feet under a fender, and I come home years later and it's like you haven't moved an inch," Frankie quips, his tone laced with affection and a hint of disbelief. "Are you sure you ain't dead under there, old man?"

His dad chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that fills the air. "Nah, still kicking, just like always," he replies, not bothering to look up from his work. "You, on the other hand, look like you could use a good night's sleep."

Frankie rolls his eyes, but there's a warmth in his chest at the familiar banter. Despite everything that's changed, some things remain constant – like the easy camaraderie between a father and son, even after years apart.

Frankie's dad finally emerges from under the car, wiping his hands on a greasy rag as he beams at his son. "Well, well, look who's finally back home, a child of mine finally appears!" he says with a grin, opening his arms for a hug.

Frankie steps forward, enveloped in his dad's embrace, the familiar scent of motor oil and sawdust washing over him. "I'm your only child, Dad, or did you forget?" he teases, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

His dad chuckles, patting Frankie on the back. "No, son, I didn't forget," he replies with a twinkle in his eye. "But you always knew who my favorite was."

Frankie nods solemnly, his eyes squinting in the distance, not wanting his mind to go there. He clicks his tongue. "So-"

"I assume that your sudden appearance has something to do with that wife of yours screaming into my voicemail about you abandoning your family in the middle of the night?" his dad asks, a hint of concern lacing his words as he studies Frankie's expression.

Frankie lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he meets his father's gaze. "Yeah, Pop," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "Things with Chelsea... they haven't been working for a while now. I couldn't stay there anymore. I had to get out."

His father's expression softens, concern etched into his features. "And what about Lily? How's she taking it?" he inquires, his voice laced with worry as he thinks of his granddaughter.

"Yeah, she was torn up about it," he admits, his voice heavy with sorrow. "But I couldn't just take her. Chels would accuse me of kidnapping, and you know how the courts always side with the mother. I can't risk getting arrested again. Not after what happened last time."

"Well, that seems about something she would do, I guess," his father surmises, "... but what the hell are you doin' back here? I swore the last time I saw you, you told me you would never step your foot back here, especially with what happened with Glory-"

Frankie cuts him off, his jaw tensing as he steels himself against the memories threatening to resurface. "Look, Dad, let's not go there, okay? It's been years, and I've moved on, she's moved on," he says, his tone firm. "I'm just here to figure things out, clear my head. I don't need to worry bout no skeletons in my fucking closet, especially when I know for a fact that she ain't here no more to spook me."

Frankie's dad pauses, his gaze distant for a moment before he speaks again. "You know, son, I always loved her like my own," he says quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "She was like family to us, and seeing her leave was one of the hardest things I've had to witness. It broke my heart, and I know for a fact that it broke yours, too. Maybe if she had stayed... you wouldn't be here standing on my front lawn, hiding from your wife."

Frankie's chest tightens at his father's admission, a pang of guilt gnawing at him for the pain he caused. "I know, Pop," he replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish things had turned out differently."

"Yeah, well... shit happens, I guess." His father slaps his hand on his shoulder once more, motioning towards the house. "Come on, I got a pot of Chili that’s been simmering for the last few hours, I reckon it should be ready right about now. Go grab your shit and come help me set the table after you get settled, alright?"

Frankie nods, giving his father one last smile as he makes his way back to his pickup truck, slinging his military-grade duffle over his shoulder. Groaning, he makes his way up to the old house, the floorboards of the patio creaking as he opens the front door, the smell of his father's chili wafting in the air. He takes in the familiar sight of his living room, still the same as he left it all the years ago.

The same lumpy couch, the imprint of his father forever immortalized in his spot where he watches reruns of Pawn Stars and Columbo, greeted Frankie as he stepped into the living room. The faded fabric sagged under his weight as he lowered himself onto it, memories flooding back with each creak of the worn-out springs.

As Frankie's gaze shifted to the mantle, he couldn't help but notice the familiar photos arranged there. His eyes lingered on the one of him and his mother, her radiant smile captured forever in the frame. Beside it was a picture of you and Frankie as kids, arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace, the innocence of youth reflected in your beaming faces.

Frankie's breath caught in his throat as he noticed a new addition to the mantle – a photo of you and his father in front of the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center. His father's arms were proudly slung around your shoulders, and both of you wore wide smiles that reached your eyes. It was a moment frozen in time, capturing a bond that had evidently formed in his absence.

"Well, what are you doing just sittin' there? Table ain't gonna set itself."

Frankie rolls his eyes at that. Yep, shit hasn't changed a bit. "Placemats still in the same drawer?"

"Unless someone moved them, which I highly doubt, being that it's just been me in this house for the last fifteen years," his father replies with a weary sigh, retrieving a steaming casserole dish from the oven and setting it on the stove. "Made some of that cornbread you like so much too," he adds with a wink. "Your Mama's recipe, not that boxed shit."

As they arrange the table settings, Frankie's father casts a cautious glance at him, a hint of concern in his eyes. "So, besides your marriage, How's everything going, son?"

Frankie lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as he carefully places the silverware beside each plate. "Could be better, Dad. Could be a lot better."

His father's expression softens with understanding. "I heard about what happened. You doing okay?"

Frankie nods, though the weight of his recent troubles still hangs heavily on him. "Yeah, I'm managing. Just trying to figure things out."

His father places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You know, son, we all make mistakes. What's important is how we learn from them and move forward."

Frankie meets his father's gaze. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it."

His father's fork hovers awkwardly over his plate, his gaze fixed on the food as if it holds the answers to questions he dare not ask. "Dig in, for fucks sake. Don't let it get cold."

Frankie senses an opportunity to steer the conversation elsewhere, away from the awkwardness. "Hey, Pop," he begins, trying to sound nonchalant, "I couldn't help but notice that photo on the mantle. Is it new?"

His father pauses, then looks at him, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he answers, "The one from New York? Yeah, it's recent."

"How recent?" Frankie probes further, his curiosity piqued.

His dad casually tears off a piece of cornbread and dips it into his chili, shrugging. "About three months ago," he replies, his tone casual. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just surprised, that's all," Frankie says with what he hopes is casual, stabbing his spoon into his bowl, pushing the pieces of beans and corn around, refusing to make eye contact with his father who is surely gazing back at him with the quirk of his brow. "Wasn't aware that the both of you were still close," he mumbles, the sight of your bright wide smile feeling like death by a thousand cuts straight into his jugular. “Never thought that you would actually leave this fucking place, let alone go to New fucking York.”

"Well, we haven't stopped being close, son. Did you know that she sends me a bottle of tequila every year on my birthday? Noticed the difference in quality as the years gone by, she's doing quite alright up there in the big 'ol apple." Frankie hears his father make a noncommital snort as he continues to eat. “Besides, she asked me to visit her the last time she was in town, and I ain’t getting any younger, have to enjoy life somehow, right?”

You still remembered his father's birthday. Do you still remember his? he wonders silently.

He strains his eye at the label of said tequila bottle, near the center of the dinner table. José Cuervo 250 Aniversario. Twenty-one hundred off the shelf, easy. A soft snort escapes his lips, shaking his head. Well, at least you still remembered your shit.

"You know, she's one of those lawyers that deal with family stuff," his father muses, chuckling to himself as he gets that gleam in his eye when he realizes he has a (stupid, but convenient idea). "Maybe you should-"

“No.”

“I could even be the one to call her, I know she won’t say no to me-“

“Pop-“

“She’s still single, you know.”

“I don’t know what her being single has to do anything with my divorce-“

“She never really got into anything serious, at least she never told me… but I knew. She was too busy for it, you know? Too distracted. Told her she should stop playing ball with the boys and start her own firm back here."

Frankie's father continued, a wistful tone creeping into his voice as he reminisced. "She always had that fire in her, just like her grandma. I remember when she was just a kid, always standing up for what she believed in, never backing down from a challenge. That girl could argue her way out of anything."

Frankie listened quietly, his mind racing with memories of Glory's fierce determination. Despite their differences, he couldn't deny the admiration he held for her unwavering spirit.

"Yeah, well, she's probably forgotten all about this place," Frankie muttered dismissively, though a small part of him hoped it wasn't true.

His father's gaze softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes.

"Maybe. But some things, some people, they never really leave you, no matter how far you go."

"Why settle for Fredericksburg when she's killing it up there?" Frankie says bitterly, his frustration palpable. "She's made it clear that there is nothing for her here beside her sister, and her Nana has been gone for the last ten years. This place is a shithole, honestly."

"If it's such a shithole, then why the fuck are you here then?" his father challenges, his irritation evident as he stabs his salad with more force than necessary. "It might not be fancy like New York or as interesting as Tampa, but it's your home, son. It's her home, too."

"Well, I'm glad to know that you still gave a damn about somebody after all these years," Frankie retorts quietly. "... and here I thought I was your actual child-"

"What do you want me to say, huh? I feel like you're trying to insinuate something here, son, so just be a fucking man for once and spit it out!"

"Why didn't you visit me, huh? If you had so much time on your hands, why her and not me?"

"What, so I could bear witness to the shitshow that's your marriage? Do you think I like watching you suffer?" his father shouts, slamming his fork on the table. "Your wife can barely stand being in the same room as me! I ain't gonna waste my time spending it with people who clearly don't want me there."

"Well maybe if you didn't find the need to compare her to Glory all the damn like you did, maybe she would have made my life a fuck of a lot easier, don't you think?"

His father's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and guilt flickering across his features before settling into a resigned acceptance. "Son, I never meant to make things harder for you," he starts, his voice softer now, devoid of the earlier hostility. "But you gotta understand, Glory was special. She was... different. And I know I shouldn't have let that affect how I saw your wife, but I guess old habits die hard."

Frankie's shoulders tense as he absorbs his father's words, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. "Well, you certainly made it clear where her place was in your eyes," he mutters.

His father sighs heavily, his gaze dropping to his plate. "I know, son. And I'm sorry for that," he says, his tone laced with regret.

Frankie's jaw clenches as he struggles to contain his frustration. "Yeah, well, easier said than done," he grumbles, his gaze flickering to the tequila bottle on the table, a stark reminder of the divide between them.

His father rises from the table, his movements slow and deliberate, as if weighed down by the gravity of their conversation. "I'm heading to the bar," he announces quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. "Don't wait up for me."

Frankie scoffs under his breath, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Typical," he mutters, bitterness seeping into his words. "Always running away when shit gets dicey. Coward."

As his father reaches the door, he pauses, casting a sorrowful glance back at Frankie. "Takes a coward to know one, son," he says softly, the words heavy with unspoken regret. Then, without another word, he slips out into the night, leaving Frankie alone with his thoughts.

With a frustrated grunt, Frankie snatches the tequila bottle from the table, his movements rough and unceremonious. He doesn't bother with a shot glass, instead opting to take several swigs straight from the bottle. The fiery liquid burns as it travels down his throat, but he hardly notices it amidst the tumult of emotions swirling inside him.

"Fuck," he curses. "Welcome home, I guess."

Clutching the bottle tightly, he trudges up the stairs to his bedroom, the weight of the day settling heavily on his shoulders. As he disappears into the darkness of his room, the only sound that fills the empty house is the quiet echo of his footsteps on the creaking floorboards.

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erling9haaland · 8 months

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I have a cute idea for an Erling imagine pleaaase 🥰Maybe a insta au… I’m a sucker for rivalry romances so She plays for Man United women’s team and are always joking in each others comments and then people find out they’re a couple and they announce it? Bonus for height difference 🥵🤤

Fake rivalry

Erling haaland x reader!roy Keanes daughter

Summary: what the request says I thought it would make the rivalry “more interesting” by making the reader Roy keanes daughter because I love him so much 😭and because he’s Irish the reader will be playing for irelands national team

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Y/n.keane

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Can’t wait to get back to work with my club after internationals with my country 🫶🏻

Y/n.lover: internationals was fun but I can’t wait to see you in red again ❤️

manunited: once a red always a red

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Erlinghaaland: unlucky with internationals but I know you’ll come back harder than before

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: thank you, looking forward to the new season

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: even if it’s in red 🙄

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: oh shush, your just jealous because I’m not at city 🤫

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: your to good for man utd x

y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: perhaps I’ll go to Real Madrid instead 🤨

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: you know what I meant x

Ella.toone: very excited to see you again and start the new season girly

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user12: @erlinghaaland what are you doing here

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Old Trafford, Manchester

“Y/n that’s all we will need from you right now, can you just wait in the other room until your dad has done his shoot and then we can possibly do a father and daughter thing after” Mary said to you camera in hand flipping through the photos she had just take of you in the new Manchester United third kit

“Of course that’s okay Mary, I’ll see you in a few minutes” you said waving and saying a quick goodbye to your dad as you walked out of the shooting room

To spare yourself some time you decided to walk around old Trafford for a short while and admire the place you practically grew up in

Since your dad was the infamous Roy Keane, captain of man United for 8 years and a well known club legend, it’s safe to say since the day you were born this stadium was your second home, it went from walking around at the age of 6 while your dad was training with the likes of Gary Neville and David Beckham to you making it to the first team and most of the staff members already knowing who you were because of your dad but also when you joined the academy when you were 16 years old

Suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when a hand wrapped itself around your mouth and a strong arm pulled you into a vip room, your first instinct was to scream but when you made it into the room and the man took his hat off you were met with a head of long blonde hair

“Erling, you shouldn’t be here and what are you wearing” you said with a shocked expression on your face, your 6’5 Nordic boyfriend was stud in front of you in a man United staff uniform all you wanted to do was admire him not seeing him for such a long time had taken a tole on the both of you so when he pulled you into a hug all you could think of was how tiny you must look with your small frame completely covered and protected by his strong arms and his muscular body

“Well it’s nice to see you to darling” he said with a smirk on his face

“Erling do you know what my dad will do if he sees you-“ but before you could finish he cut you off

“ that’s why I’m in this hideous outfit to help me blend in, I just really wanted to see you because I missed you. You went to Ireland for international but when you came back to Manchester you didn’t come and see me and you didn’t this photoshoot” Erling said looking like a kicked puppy

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so caught up in everything” you said putting you hands onto his cheeks to cup his face and pulling him down into a deep kiss. Erling sitting down in the chair behind him and placing you onto his lap to make access to you easier

However this passionate moment between the both of you was soon interrupted by the ringing of your phone “oh shit its my dad” you said getting up of Erlings lap and quickly answering

“Hey dad” you said

“Hi sweetie, Mary said she needs you back to do some more photos”

While you and your dads conversation continued you could feel Erling placing small kisses on the base of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks that would give your secret away. Before he knew it the phone call was over and he had to leave you

“Erling Baby” you said detaching your body from his

“Yes” he answered

“I love you” you said with a smile while placing a kiss on his nose

“I love you too, you better be getting back to your dad or he’ll come looking for you” Erling said hugging you one more time while you placed your head in his neck mumbling something about seeing him at his place that night

“Erling” you said before moving out of the hug Before you left however you did want to tease him a small amount before you met him later

“Yes love”

“Don’t forget the hat of your favourite team” you places the black cap that had a man United crest on his head giggling before looking at him up and down, this was his outfit ( a long man United zip up coat and a hat)

“Your so annoying you know that right” he let out a small laugh

“You love me” you said before leaving him alone in the box

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Y/n.keane:

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kit of champions, once a devil always a devil

Ft: my dad, since he didn’t want to upload to his Instagram account

manunitedWomens:😍📸

manunited: Champions of the premier league 🔜

roy.keane replied to manunited: damn right

Y/n.keane replied to roy.keane: so you’ll comment but not post

Roy.keane replied to y/n.keane: yes 😀

Y/n.keane replied to roy.keane: I’m surprised you know how to do that

Roy.keane replied to y/n.keane: 🖕🏻

Y/n.keane replied to Roy.keane: 🫢

Erlinghaaland: beautiful x

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: I’ll make sure to tell pep that

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: you know I meant you

Y/n.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: mhm sure, I think it was about the kit

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: I forgot how annoying you are

Y/n.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: you love me

Liked by Erlinghaaland

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.keane: possibly

Y/n.keane replied to Erlinghaaland: what

Jackgrealish: @Erlinghaaland ,@y/n.keane I’m 100% telling pep about this 😂

Erlinghaaland: WAIT JACK NO

Y/n.keane: JACK WAIT PLEASE

User14: what on Earth is going on in the House of Commons

User1: replied to user14: I don’t know but I kind of ship it

Y/n.Keane added to their story:

Y/n.Keane:

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I think we’ve been hiding for a long time my love and I think it’s time we stop hiding our love for each other.(and not because my dad definitely didn’t find my tweet) my love, these last few years have been amazing and I definitely have learned a lot but something I will always know is that I love love Erling xx@erlinghaaland

Erlinghaaland: ❤️❤️

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Jackgrealish: so who are you supporting during the Manchester derby

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: I’m not going to answer that question

Erlinghaaland replied to y/n.Keane: I mean you wore my jersey when we won the treble

Jackgrealish replied to Erlinghaaland: WAIT YOU TWO WERE TOGETHER WHEN WE WON THE TREBLE

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: yes jack

Jackgrealish replied to y/n.Keane: what else have you been hiding from my @erlinghaaland

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: a lot like y/ns joining Man City

Jackgrealish replied to Erlinghaaland: WAIT REALLY

Y/n.Keane replied to Jackgrealish: no jack I’m not

Ella.toone: well I was not expecting that today

User14: I wonder how Roy thinks about this

Roy.Keane: @erlinghaaland do you love y/n

Erlinghaaland replied to Roy.Keane: yes sir I do, more than anyone will know

Roy.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: hurt my girl and I’ll break your legs, you hear me

Erlinghaaland replied to Roy.Keane: yes sir, I wouldn’t dream of hurting her

Roy.Keane replied to Erlinghaaland: good to hear

User14: well that answered my question

Erlingxy/n: I think it answered most of ours, you just had the guts to ask😭

Erlinghaaland

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Thank you for all the support on winning player of the year but also a huge thank you to my darling who had been with me throughout it all and I love you for putting up with me and just loving me in general, I love you more than you will ever know baby. I feel like I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words ❤️x

Y/n.Keane: forever proud of you my sweet boy 😘

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User14:wow Roy liking Erlings posts, aw Erling growing on him

Y/n.Keane replied to user14: my dad does like him, we were on the phone yesterday and he asked if Erling was there then spoke to him longer then he spoke to me 😭

Jackgrealish: wow your such a simp honestly

Erlinghaaland: replied to Jackgrealish:so what, I love her

Jackgrealish: replied to Erlinghaaland: I can tell mate

Erlingxy/n: I shipped them from the start and I don’t regret it

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A/N: Yes that was a you are in love reference by miss Taylor ❤️ just because I love her

Anyway I don’t have another request on the way but don’t forget send them since my inbox is still open, love you all 🫶🏻

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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General and dating head cannons for Marko tlb

So vampire brain rot isn't super strong rn but I need to like write anything really so I'm sorry if this sucks balls man. Also I might start a new fic because I have an idea but knowing how shits going down rn it probably's gonna take three decades to finish the first paragraph of the fic. Anyway I stole some of these head cannons from my amazing mutual Lost. @lostbxys please check out his blog I really like him. I will probably add more onto this when I think of more things to add.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and murder

General head cannons

I head cannon he was turned in the 1920's at the age of probably 21/22.

I know for a fact he's trans and you can argue with the wall about that.

He grew up on a farm with brothers and probably knew he was trans at a young age. He used the excuse of working on a farm to wear boys clothes. Women still wore dresses on the farm but he probably convinced his parents somehow to let him wear men's clothes, but he would have to wear dresses around non family members.

He probably got turned when he moved to the city to be able to transition easier. The 20's is around the time hrt and gender affirming surgeries became like available for people so he must have started then. Max probably helped pay for the hormones and surgery in exchange for turning Marko.

He passes very well and the scars healed nicely because he's a vampire.

Probably returned to the country for a bit with Max and was a cowboy for a bit. Still has a cowboy hat and has a bunch of tiny ones for his animals.

Was the first one to find Paul and convince him to be a vampire. They found Paul at woodstock and I'll get more into that later.

Made his jacket himself since the late 70's. Been years in the making but he loves it and refuses to take it off most of the time.

Dating head cannons

Will be very flirty right off the bat. Offering to take your hand and lead you around the boardwalk, steals buys you things, takes you on rides and if you don't want to go back to the cave he'll drive you back home and get your number.

Once you two start dating over time he'll push you to turn but he understands if you need to think about it.

Loves physical affection. People are too scared of him to comment on if you two are holding hands or making out on the boardwalk together. Loves to cuddle back at the cave along with lots of kisses. Vampires are very cold so you'll have to bundle up for it.

Calls his animals your children. Will introduce you to all of them. "This is Ted he's my first pigeon. This is Bill he's my possum." "Why is he wearing a little cowboy hat?" "...This is Lucy she's my second pigeon"

Loves winning prizes for you from the games. Will probably compete with you on who can win more games and winner gets to be the big spoon.

He will take care of anyone who's bothering you. Just let him know and they're gone that night.

#marko the lost boys #marco lost boys #marco x reader #marco the lost boys #the lost boys

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decadentpandawasteland · 1 month

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This part of the story is not very heavy in the revenge in itself. When I read reading through some of my old sections, I realized I hadn't actually fleshed out the characters except for a few key points. Oh, I also finally named the city they are in and have an extremely rough draft of the map. Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Please feel free to let me know what you think, points that be made clearer, or anything like that. As always, thank you for reading :)

Ps. The next section will show some of the breakdowns for this world's magic system

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Damien and Wryn stood on the wall overlooking a wide grassy plain. The rain had stopped by the time they had arrived at the stairs leading up to the wall and the sunlight made it through the clouds. This caused there to be small patches of the grass to be illuminated, while most were covered in darkness. A strong breeze blew, creating waves in the emerald sea. The pair sat in silence for a while. Wryn's hood was getting caught in the breeze and for a second Damien thought it was going to blow off, finally revealing the stranger's face. It always threatened to, but it never did fall off.

“Why do you hide your face so much?” Damien asked as he watched the emerald waves crash into part of the wall.

“Why do you choose to live here? There is a vast world out there. Countless sights waiting to be seen, bars to drink at, and pretty women for you to try and swoon. Yet, you've chosen this place. Why?” Wryn asked.

Neither of them broke their gaze, watching the grass sway in the breeze. The wind was shifting the clouds, giving bright radiant light in some areas only to be snuffed out a second later. Both of them refused to look to their right. That's where the gallows sat. Where they had watched the lives of an innocent, a scoundrel, and a rebel die. Damien let out a long sigh. He turned around looking back to the town inside the walls. The town that was built halfway into and around the base of a sheer rock wall. The similarities between out there and in here were both almost non-existent and completely similar at the same time.

“I hav- had a wife, once. Rhea,” Damien turned around and found the treeline far off into the distance to the east. “There's a little village, if you can even call it that, way past that treeline. I grew up past it. On a farm. Just me, my father, and mother. I'd play in the forest over there. That's where we met. Just two dumb kids, playing in the forest.”

A tear ran down his cheek, as he continued.

“Rhea had always talked about Evansguard as this big city. She’d always ask ‘Who wouldn't want to live in a city built into a mountain?’ and I'd always just shake my head. After my mom was killed by those fucks, I ran through the forest and found her in the same place as me. Those assholes took her family and did the same thing to them. We were just teenagers and now we were on our own. We loved each other, but it isn't the same as what we lost,” Damien said, silent tears fell.

Clouds swirled in the sky as the sunlight patches began being blocked out, one by one.

“Thankfully there was an inn in that tiny village. The village is called Wandering. We stayed there and thankfully the owner let us work instead of paying for us to stay. The Wandering Inn was our first home. We stayed there for a while, but eventually we had earned enough. She had never once forgotten her dream to live here. I think this place became a haven for her, or her idea of it did anyway. We bought that land the house is on, you know. It was supposed to be our first real home.” The tears had stopped and was slowly replaced with rage. Out in the distance, only a few sunspots remained, leaving inky darkness covering the ground.

Through all of this, Wryn never took her eyes off the horizon. She took in each word, each syllable, each meaning in complete silence.

“They give out rewards. If you're willing to be a backstabbing prick to everyone you know, it's apparently a very lucrative business…” Damien's voice trailed off.

“None of that answers why you've stayed here. Why are any of you staying here? It's a vipers den, each snake willing to eat its own young, its own tail to satiate its hunger. Burn out this viper den. Between the loss of her or part of your sight, you know the venom their fangs bare,” Wryn asked. She had no inflection in her words. They were stiff and mechanical.

Damien just ignored her question, continuing to stare out into the dark sea of grass. A single drop of sunlight was all that poked through the heavens. Clouds swirled and moved but that stream of light refused to be swallowed up.

“She ran a little seamstress shop in town. She was good. Really good, actually. She had been right. This was a place that we could make a home. A place for us to thrive, despite everything that we had endured. In my lowest points she was my harbor in the storm. I tried to be her lighthouse, to guide her safely home. Do you know what lights can also do? They can bring in the vermin who deserve nothing but pain,” he spat the last words out.

All that remained in that emerald sea in front of them was a tiny pinprick of light.

“I did something I regret every day. I had gotten drunk and I let something stupid slip out. It was one fucking sentence. ONE. SENTENCE. WRYN. ‘I've got my eye on all that gold that they're collecting’. It was a drunken boast and it ruined everything.” Damien's words echoed as he screamed it into the plain in front of them as the last little bit of light was snuffed out. The clouds darkened, the breeze changed directions swirling and whipping violently around them.

Wryn stared out towards the horizon, her cloak and hood billowed in the gusts of wind and her long white hair flew in all directions. Quietly, in a voice void of any emotion she simply said, “Finish it, Damien.”

After a long moment, he took a deep, shuddering breath. “It was one of the guys at the bar. Thorn. Regs Thorn. He was the one feeding drink after drink until I was drunk enough to forget myself. Forgot where I was, and that little rat-faced prick heard that magical sentence. He walked me home and said he didn't want me drowning in a gutter. After he dropped me off, the fuck walked to a guard outpost and told them exactly what I'd said. That's why they cut my eye out. Their captain just laughed, thinking he was the funniest fucking man in existence. They took her Wryn. She swung from the same gallows. But they left me here, alone. A punishment I wouldn't wish on anyone.”

You won't leave her, will you?” Wryn asked.

“No Wryn. I won't leave her dream.”

In the distance, lightning danced from cloud to cloud, and thunder boomed, as if in agreement from the heavens itself.

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I feel that we need to explore more about bff family life. Like does she have siblings, a noisy aunt,a loud grandfather, an annoying younger cousin that has a crush on her bf...?

How would Mick fit in her family dynamics?

Part 38. Best friends to lovers. MASTERLIST.

Note: thank you for all the fantastic ideas you gave me. I mixed some of them, as usual. This part is basically a bunch of little pieces of the day. YMN (your mum's name); YDN (your dad's name); the other characters will be OC.

Also, I won't list the prompts here because there were many. Somehow I lost a couple of them: one about Bff having a bunch of siblings and another about a cousin with a crus on Mick or something similar. I have written it with all I remember. I'm sorry girlies.

Your mum and aunts love Mick so much.

"Mum! Auntie!" You said getting into the kitchen.

"YN!" You arrived. Your mum walked to you and gave you the biggest hug. "How was the road?"

"Well, I have a professional driver to take me here so..."

You knew Mick would blush. Your mum and aunts loved Mick so much. He was that cute blondie, well educated and shy. He had always been around and they saw how he grew to love you. So he was perfect.

"Come here, my son in law"

Mick chuckled a bit and he hugged your mum, you grabbed his cheeks and gave him a bunch of kisses.

"How is everyone at home? I haven't spoken to your mum for a while"

"Good, YMN. We are doing good" Mick smiled and kissed your mum's cheek too.

"Ok, I want kisses from the blondie too. Come here, Mick" Aunt Maria said.

You laughed when Mick blushed. Mick didn't really need a fan base, he had your mum and aunts.

"Hi, Maria" He said politely and hugged her. Aunt Maria gave him a kiss in the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.

"Oops, let's clean this"

Mick was blushing hard.

"Mick, come here honey. Try this." Aunt Rosa gestured for him to go closer. She was cooking her chicken stew.

After Maria finished cleaning his cheek, Mick went with Rosa. She gave him a spoon full of stew.

"Be honest, kid."

"The best stew ever, Rosa" Mick hugged her and kissed her cheek too.

The three women were gushing over him, asking questions, fixing his hair, and giving him to try some potatoes, the first croqueta that came out of the frier.

"Wow, Mick. You are strong" Aunt Carmen said touching his arm.

"Okay, girls. This one is mine. You already chose yours a while ago" You said hugging Mick's waist. Mick laughed nervously.

The siblings.

"Yeah! And he left with someone younger!" Aunt Rosa joked and you all laughed.

"Mick! Here. Tell me how this is"

You laughed because your Mum and aunts would fuck his diet up, but he seemed just happy to be there.

You found your siblings in the backyard. Your older brother, Hector, was talking to someone on his phone. The middle kids, younger than you, were playing football. Izan was chasing Alejandro around. Little Eva, the youngest, was playing with her doll.

"Hey, Hector" You kissed his head and he looked up.

"Sis. And Mick"

You gave him a warning look.

"What?"

"Hi, Hector" Mick shook his hand and sat next to him.

"How are you doing? Races and all? Good?"

"Could be better" Mick shrugged. You leaned and kissed his cheek, leaving to say hi to your other siblings.

"We haven't seen each other since what? Three months?"

Mick swallowed hard.

"Yeah"

"Since before my sister broke up with you. If she is back with you she may have a good reason, but if you dare to hurt her..."

Mick nodded fast.

"Yeah, yeah. I understand. Yes. I won't"

"Good"

"Hector, don't scare Mick!"

They heard you.

Eva heard his name and looked up, then looked at you.

"He looks like a prince, YN" She whispered.

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Mick is super pretty. He looks like Ken. See!"

You laughed a bit and kissed your sister's cheek.

"He is super pretty, yes"

"Hey, Mick" You heard Alejandro shout.

Soon, Mick was playing with the guys, running around and kicking the ball. Some cousins joined when they arrived.

Your dad and grandad have a little talk with Mick.

"Hey boy" Your grandad called him from the living room. He and your dad were watching TV. "Come here and watch this with us"

It was Indycar weekend, so he gladly sat with them. Grandad was on the armchair and your dad was on the sofa next to him. They offered him a beer and he knew then what was coming. He looked around but he was alone.

"Well, Mick. Things are getting serious, right?" Your dad said.

"Yes" Mick nodded and took a sip from the beer. He needed encouragement.

"What's your income?" Your dad asked dead serious and Grandad laughed a bit.

"What?"

"Yeah, I want my daughter to have a good life. A good house. She deserves it, don't you think?"

"Um. Yes. Of course sir. She will. I will give her the best life. Really. Trust me. S-She is the most important thing I have. I love her so much."

"You know what, kid?" Grandad said looking at him. "I found you really annoying when you were a kid, you know? But she could do worse so..."

"Yeah. At least he is not a football player." Your dad drank beer and looked at him.

Mick was picking the paper on the bottle beer.

"I've known him for a while, Dad. But you know... These kids..." Your Dad told Grandad.

"Yeah. These famous kids..."

Your Dad and Grandad started laughing, Mick joining nervously.

"Don't worry kid. We are joking." Your Dad patted his back.

"Yeah, just take care of our girl" Your dad said.

"I will. I love her."

"Wanna hear something?" Grandad asked Mick and he nodded. "When I met my Maria Luz I was 10 years old. I knew then that I would marry her. I was just a kid. When YN and you were little kids you reminded me of us. She was always running around saying you were her prince and saying she would marry you and..."

"She said that?"

Your dad nodded. "You married once, Kid"

"I know, I know. But... Wow"

Grandad smiled.

"I knew Maria Luz was the one. I wanted this life with her."

Mick felt his hear quickening.

"I... YN is the one. I'm sure"

Your dad hugged him and Grandad smiled from his place.

The tiresome cousin.

You heard the door and a loud laugh.

"Mum"

"I know..."

You cousin Natalia wasn't very pleasant, to say the least. She had made your mum argue with her mum and you couldn't stand her.

You sighed.

"Hi, Mick! So long no see. I'm so glad you are a part of the family now!"

"YN..." Your mum took your hand.

You shrugged and went to the living room. Natalia was sitting way to close to Mick, a hand around his shoulders.

"Mickey! Mum wants to talk to you"

Mick looked at you and let a sigh. He obviously knew Natalia. And he knew what she had done, so he was pretty uncomfortable with her.

"Yes"

"Oh, hi YN! I was talking to Mick. It's s so nice to have him around." Mick was standing next to you and Natalia reached yo touch his chest.

You felt a rush of anger and Mick took your hand.

"Yeah" You tried to fake a smile.

"I really missed you, YN."

"Um. My mum needs us"

You pulled Mick away from her and he hugged you right when you were out of sight.

"I can't believe she is here"

"It's your Grandad's birthday..."

"I know but... I hate to see her looking at you like that"

"Don't worry about it. Okay? I love you so much"

You went to kiss him, but suddenly...

"Hey, your siblings are around. No making out under my roof"

"Sorry Grandma."

That embarrassing moment with Uncle Roberto.

"And Mick, do you want a family?"

Mick shoot you a glance. You grabbed his hand under the table.

"Yes."

"Wow. That's a good guy. You have to follow the tradition!" Roberto signaled the table, full of people. Aunts, uncles, cousins...

Mick laughed nervously.

"Yeah. I-I actually want a big family, so..." He was blushing and he looked you cute. It made you so happy to see him getting on with your family.

"Oh Mick, you are lovely!" Aunt Maria was completely head over heels with Mick.

"YN and Mick will have a lot of babies and I will be an auntie" Your sister said.

You smiled and touched her cheek.

"And... Are you planning on starting soon?" Roberto asked.

Mick almost spit his drink, muttering a soft sorry and blushing like mad.

"W-well. Not really. Right? Um. She is still at uni and she has yet to get her job..."

"Oh, good good. I'm glad you respect our girl's life and all. I can buy some protection if you want to"

I gasped and Mick looked at him almost scared.

"What, Mick? Better use it!"

"Uncle!"

Mick was so nervous and embarrassed. Trying to look for help, his eyes landed on your Grandma.

"No boy. Don't look at me. I was also youn once!"

Everyone laughed at Granma's answer.

"Also, I had 7 kids!" Grandma said laughing out loud.

Mick relaxed and laughed at your Granma's joke too.

"Don't be too bad with him!" You said pointing at Roberto with a smile.

"Just teasing!"

Mick laughed too, rolling his eyes and dropping his arm around your shoulders.

"Ey! Some distance between you two!" Grandad exclaimed.

When you had Mick about the birthday, he had been scared. He knew how big your family was, he knew them. But being your boyfriend changed a lot of things. He had been scared of being rejected, but know he felt at home.

You were just happy to see him playing and joking around with your family.

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amarrymeinbostonwriter · 1 year

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NaNoWriMo 2022: Day 18

My concentration has been crap today- I’m on my period, I’m still getting over a cold and my bipolar is being a little bit of a bitch (so mild hypomania I think).

I started doing some of my school work (finally!) and I got a little bit of writing done today. I’m posting early so I can go to bed early tonight. Sleep is supposed to help in most cases. UGH.

Also told one of my irl friends that I’m a lesbian and I don’t know how she took it so there’s that too. Who’s nervous??? (me because I think I should have waited to tell her :/)

November 18 word count: 2,365 words

NaNoWriMo 2022 Total To Date: 58,773 words

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We turned back to Miss Sarah Holburn who was trying her best not to cry; she had been our governess since we were six and eight years old; that was seven years now. She tried to stand up to Mama’s stubbornness and she lost out. But she already knew that she wouldn’t be paying for the price of a neglected education; Rosie and I would. We’d be ignorant, rude, unrefined, prideful, vain and all the worst qualities imaginable. We would, in short, become our worst selves. It hurt Miss Holburn that Mama was choosing this path for us. She thought it would be better if we were pretty little fools or in my case, just a plain fool.

“I have watched you both grow up and I’m proud of you girls. I know you both have your faults, but you’re both very spirited girls. Don’t ever give that up; certainly not for anyone else. Women need to be strong to survive in this world. You need to have some fight in you. And you can be both feminine and strong willed. Strength is a trait that even the most ladylike can properly possess.” She looked to Rosie as she said this. But then she looked to me with the same smile- “There isn’t one right way to be a woman either. You can be a masculine woman and that can become you more than trying to force yourself to be something you’re not. It may not be typical but it’s not wrong, just different. And different can be a powerful, beautiful thing.”

Rosie stood up straighter to hear these words; I felt compelled to too. Rosie was not usually a crier but she started up again. She ran forward and threw her arms around Miss Holburn. My vision grew blurry looking at them; oh, I suppose that Rosie’s tears and Miss Holburn’s words inspired this in me. No other woman ever told me that I was fine like this. They usually didn’t know what to do with me and that was on the nicer end of the reactions I’ve received.

Someone once told Mama that she ought not bring me to parties with her because I’d give other girls bad ideas but she slapped that woman across the face and screamed at her. Papa and I had to pull her off the other woman. It didn’t help that she had too much to drink that night. She kept tearfully apologizing to me in the carriage ride home. She kept bumping into Papa’s arm as the road was uneven. He looked out the window and seemed quietly amused by the stars passing us by. Rosie was sleeping curled up to my side, snoring a little lightly.

She danced herself dizzy because she was one of the prettiest girls there easily. We hadn’t debuted yet but the soldiers did not care. Rosie danced with everyone who asked. And a girl who thought I was a boy asked me to go around the floor with her. I didn’t deny her request, hoping that maybe she wouldn’t realize I was also a girl. I was afraid of how she’d react if she knew. We went around a few numbers; it was so much fun, I forgot to stop. She kept going with me.

“You’re the best looking boy here.” She said and kissed my cheek when no one was looking. “Thanks for all those turns. I was trying to avoid someone else. Don’t worry, honey, I don’t like him at all.” She pressed her calling card into my hand.

“Maybe if you come to the next dance, you’ll save a turn for me?” She smiled and I felt a flutter of butterflies wings in my chest. Before I could promise the lovely lady anything, my sister came out of nowhere and seemed intent on coming up to me.

“Matilda! There you are.” Rosie bowled into me without realizing what she had done.

I looked to the beautiful girl who danced with me, in frantic agony; so much hope flew up through me. She only sweetly smiled and winked. She knew? And she still danced with me, flirted with and kissed me? I was stunned momentarily and didn’t hear Rosie talking at me; instead I watched that girl walking away into the crowd. She knew I was another girl; she purposely approached me and asked me to dance. Perhaps, I didn’t have to be a spinster after all. I didn’t yet know how I’d use what I learned; there are other women who like women. I’m not the only girl in the world like this.

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The Lady Knows Best by Susanna Craig

Goode’s Guide to Misconduct #1

The odd duck in the Burke family, always overlooked, merely average…or so she thinks...suddenly becomes the focus of rake Miles Viscount Devereaux often referred to as the devil, Devereaux. Daphne Burke has ideas that might make some think she is a bluestocking or radical reformer or just trying to find her position in the world so when an opportunity to write for a magazine appears, she is eager to take it thinking that she can write advice for young women even though she is still a rather naïve young woman herself. And then…the story really begins…

What I Liked:

* Miles: wealthy, good family, titled, only child, cares about his home and the person who raised him, good friend, perhaps dyslexic, deeper than he appears to be on the surface, I liked him

* Daphne: second to last sister, opinionated, likes animals, believes rakes are despicable and to be avoided but is rather tempted by Miles

* The idea of the Magazine and thinking that more than likely the women involved with it will star in the books of the series – getting to meet them in this book was a taste of what is to come

* Meeting Daphne’s family – I think some of them and Mrs. Goode were in previous books by this author

* Alistair Hawthorne, Earl of Ryland: older brother of seven sisters, responsible for his siblings for 15 years, has severe allergies, good friend, good friend of Miles, hope he has a book of his own

* The way Miles and Daphne’s perceptions about one another and what they wanted in life changed as they grew and matured through the story

* Knowing that there is another book to look forward to

What I didn’t like:

* That it took awhile for me to warm up to Daphne and actually believe she and Miles would have a good marriage…it did happen though…over the telling of the story.

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books-Zebra for the ARC – This is my honest review.

3-4 Stars

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In her print debut, award-winning author Susanna Craig launches a new Regency historical romance series, based around the daring ladies’ magazine, Mrs. Goode’s Magazine for Misses, Being a Guide to Improve Conduct and Promote Wisdom among Young Persons of the Fair Sex—also known as Goode’s Guide to Misconduct—and the witty, clever, often rebellious heroines behind it, including a controversial new advice columnist. A modern twist on the genre, will appeal to fans of Ella Quinn, Sabrina Jeffries, and those who love faster-paced, innovative historical romance featuring strong women. Serving as the advice columnist, ‘Miss Busy B.’, for an often-subversive ladies’ magazine is the perfect outlet for Daphne Burke’s outspoken nature. But when she advises a young lady of the ton, to break off her engagement to a notorious rake, the consequences take Daphne beyond the page and into her real life. Miles, Viscount Deveraux, sometimes known as ‘that devil Deveraux’, needs a respectable bride by the end of the Season, and he’s bet a fortune that he can get one. Now, his fiancée has not only changed her mind—but done it publicly, in a letter to London’s most infamous magazine. With the stakes high and time short, it seems reasonable to him that the columnist responsible should come to his rescue and marry him instead. Fortunately for Miles, Daphne is eager to escape the pressures of the London marriage mart. She agrees to a courtship. But at the end of two weeks, she intends to turn him down in a big, splashy, scandal that will ruin her reputation and set her free. There’s just one shocking wrinkle: Who knew being ruined by a rake could be so much fun?

#Susanna Craig #Goode's Guide to Misconduct 1 #NetGalley #Kensington-Zebra #Historical Fiction #Historical Romance #Romance #ficti

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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The type of person my favorite Tolkien characters would fall for:

With Boromir, Éowyn, Éomer, Merry, Pippin, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo and Tauriel.

I know Tauriel technically isn’t a Tolkien character, but I love Evangeline Lily and I love red-haired women. Sue me.

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Boromir:

An artist. It doesn’t matter what kind of artist; whether you practice in paintings, clay, paper, wood, writing etc., he would love an artist as a s/o. He is always quite busy himself, therefore he never found time and dedication to a hobby, so seeing his s/o being capable of - for example - making a small statue or candle holder from a block of clay would absolutely blow his mind. He would run around with it, showing it off to anyone. He does know when not to, though. If you don’t want others to see it, he would leave it as it is, but your art always passes through his eyes. He’d see you work and he’d see the finished product, even if it is not for him to see. He’s always intrigued by it. Make him something special that is for him personally, and you made this man’s whole week. Perhaps even his whole year. He’d put it up somewhere in his room for everyone’s eyes to see. The love this man holds for you and your art cannot be measured, honestly.

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Éowyn:

Someone who is just as pigheaded and independent as she is, I believe. Obviously, there is no holding her back, but she can be insecure at times. She needs a s/o who will remind her of how strong she is and that she deserves anything this world has to offer. Someone who would follow her to the ends of Middle-Earth if it meant making her prove her worth. She has the constant need for validation as she grew up overlooked as Shieldmaiden instead of warrior, so she would love someone who would remind her of her worth and shower her in affections and compliments constantly. Even if it is not needed. She always appreciates it and cannot express her love for you whenever you show her how much she means to you.

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Éomer:

An absolute sweetheart. Someone with a caring heart and good causes. Perhaps you have a soft spot for certain people or animals, but he’d love it. Someone who would remind him of the good left in the world. How something so dull can appear so colorful and prideful at times. A bit of sunshine after the rain. He has seen a lot of war and violence himself, so upon meeting someone who will remind him of the positive things in life, he would most likely fall in love at first sight. Give him a bouquet of flowers or a personally baked cake, and he’d melt on the spot. You’d always give him something temporary to show him that beautiful things might not be everlasting, but they can certainly cheer a person up. You’d give him a whole new perspective on life, and he loves it.

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Merry:

A silent person, most likely introvert. I feel like Merry is fairly extroverted himself, but he’d love someone who is more to themselves. A person who does not parade around with an open mouth and open mind. Someone who holds back a bit more. Perhaps of shyness or purely the idea of not being comfortable around others. He would probably fall in love with a bookworm; someone who can spent the days in their room reading a good book without the need of socialization or fresh air. I can just imagine him coming home one day with you one the couch reading. He’d just wriggle his way into your arms, head on top of your chest and just stay like that while you keep your eyes on your book, you hand occasionally drifting down to roam through his hair. He’d love it.

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Pippin:

Someone with great stories to tell. He’d love stories about literally anything. You could tell him about old fairytales or things that happened to you once, it doesn’t matter. Pippin loves a good story. You could just lay beside him at night and talk about a vacation you had years ago or a book you recently finished. He’s a sucker for it. I also feel like he would love someone who would join him in his occasional mischief, but also someone who would tone him down a bit and make sure he isn’t doing something too irresponsible. A bit like Merry, but with more control over brakes and consequences. But still someone who knows how to have fun, though. That’s the most important to him.

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Fili:

Give. Him. A. Badass. Partner. Someone who can beat his ass in combat. Someone who always speaks their mind and isn’t afraid of the consequences. Fili would be absolutely smitten with a s/o like that. You don’t even need to draw a line at your actions, that is his job. He’d keep you in line whenever necessary. Speak up for what you believe in, fight for what you feel is right; it’s just the things that draws Fili to you. He needs someone who can just beat a pack of orcs in hand to hand combat without breaking a sweat. I know I gotta keep it pg, but this dwarf would instantly be turned on, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. He would love someone who could also think strategically, and create a clever solution to any plan, not necessarily thinking about what others want, but solely on that that needs to be achieved. He loves it. He would never shut up about it.

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Kili:

A nerd. I am so sorry for the Tauriel and Kili shippers among us, but you cannot convince me that Kili would not be head over heels for someone who is incredibly smart or logical. Maybe you will tell him a bit about history, or an analysis about what his stupid actions might lead up to, but it’ll shut him up. Literal heart eyes. You could rant to him about anything about any subject you’d like. You can talk about geology for hours? He’d listen to it all. Invested in Mythology? He’d be in awe of everything you can info dump him about. He would probably brag about it in front of others about how smart his s/o is. He loves using it in arguments (which he will guaranteed get into. He does not know when to shut up.).

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Thorin:

A musical and emphatic s/o. Thorin enjoys music more than he lets on, but if you can play any instrument (or even sing), his heart would be taken. He could listen to it for hours, occasionally even joining in - as he can sing and play harp, no I will never shut up about this. It does not even matter to him what genre it is. Whatever music it is you make, he will appreciate it and let you play in front of others if you give him permission to. Personally, I think he’d prefer someone who likes holding their music as something private, because it makes hearing it even more intimate, but if you are prepared to let others listen too, he would probably not shut up about it for the rest of the night. The empathic part speaks for itself; Thorin is not exactly good with emotions, so he needs someone who would tell him what to say and how to act at certain times to spare other’s feelings. It takes away the whole intimidating part about Thorin, that much is true, but a king needs to be decent and polite, and not rough and stern, correct?

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Bilbo:

A decision maker. Bilbo is, obviously, a people pleaser. He needs someone who will help him out in decisions and conversations. Someone who has a mind set out on a single thing and will not wander from it. Someone with a strategic and steadfast mind. A smart, and quick thinker. He loves riddles, so if you were able to return one at the same time he’d asked you one, he’d be on cloud nine. Perhaps also someone he could just turn to whenever he’s frustrated or in trouble. Where he could say what he wants to without getting any response. He’d probably love an s/o who would walk up to a waiter to tell them he wanted ketchup with his fries.

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Tauriel:

Someone who takes joy in the smaller things. Maybe a little daisy in a big field, or a simple bird bathing in a river bank, but those little things that make you happy, would make her absolutely adore you. When you always manage to find something positive or look on the brighter side of things, no matter how desperate they might look. Tauriel is a realistic thinker, and it often had negative influences, so with a s/o who could convince her to see the good side would be a great relief for her. A charming person who could cheer up anyone, or could make others laugh, even as things seem dark, would be amazing for her. She would even admire you for it. She loves that about you!

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somethinginthethunder · 2 years

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ok im a sucker for cliché romance plots, so could i please request hc on isabela secretly dating someone from a rival magical family, sorta like Romeo and Juliet? thanks!

``dating while being from a rival magic family``

notes: i feel like this wasn't written as well as it could've been so forgive me for any disappointments!

warnings: death of two characters (but none that are active in the story)

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-the madrigals were only one of the two magical families of encanto.

-the second one was yours, la familia florez.

-despite how much the two families clashed, there weren't actually many differences.

-your grandmother happened to be one of the fleeing citizens that alma had been a part of. and just like her, your abuela had suffered a great loss.

-at almost the same moment as the madrigals got their miracle, your abuela had lost her youngest son to a terrible sickness, causing the miracle to be given to her as well.

-at first, the two women were trying to figure out how to operate with this new found magic, helping their children cultivate their power so they could do the most for their home.

-eventually, though, it spiraled into a rivalry. how, exactly? you weren't sure.

-as both families grew so did their competitiveness. who could be more helpful? who could be more likeable? who could be more approachable?

-and it went on likes this for years

-it wasn't like the two families absolutely hated each other to death. the rivalry was still strong, though.

-but somehow there was an idea planted in each of the head of the family's brains that only one can be the most superior

-your siblings and yourself had been raised to be the best of the best and to believe you were the best as well.

-any time you had come into contact with any of the madrigals, they'd give you a stiff greeting and then be on their way. you'd return the gesture just as emotionlessly.

-so you could imagine your surprise when you'd find yourself in a relationship with the eldest granddaughter of your abuela's rival.

-the two of you had stood out to each other since the moment the two of you were allowed to interact without adult supervision

-and soon enough you had not only become secret friends, but secret lovers as well.

-every night you'd sneak off with your girlfriend to hang out in the outskirts of town, careful not to be seen.

-the both of you would usually bring in some food to share with each other, gazing up at the stars and cuddling each other as you'd talk about your day to one another.

-dolores had caught wind of this, but luckily isa was able to bribe her into keeping quiet, somehow. she never told you what it was, but you left it since it seemed to work.

-every night she'd remind you how much she loved you, finding comfort in the fact that she didn't have to be an absolute paragon when she was around you.

-and for a while the two of you were able to keep it down low, sneaking around and sharing quick kisses or looks of admiration to each other when you couldn't be fully with the other.

-however, one night, your sister had gotten up and left her room to go steal a snack from the pantry. and unfortunately for you, you had forgotten to completely close the door

-so, when your sister saw you weren't in your bed through her periphery, she started to panic.

-she'd wake up your parents and your family would immediately go out to search for you

-since you were supposed to be the oldest (and therefore most well-behaved), they'd suspected you were in danger more than just running away.

-your cousin, dani, was the first to find you. her powerful gift of light shining on the two of you embracing each other.

-when the rest of your family was finally gathered an argument erupted quickly, with your parents yelling at you for not only being out so late but associating with a madrigal

-this loud commotion had caught the attention of isabela's family, with dolores finally confessing that her dear cousin was caught in the mix

-this news led the family to get out of bed (except for felix, who offered to help antonio get back to bed instead of going) and go retrieve their family member

-when they caught sight of the florez family the first thing they heard was, "i can't believe you'd even think of talking to the likes of her!"

-this clear insult would set off augustin, him pushing through the crowd to say, "don't you dare ever talk like my daughter is the issue!"

-that was enough to spark an even larger argument, the commotion of the two families eventually being too loud for the both of you.

-"will everyone please stop talking?!" you would shout, taking everyone around you by surprise. you were typically labelled as the quiet but carefree soul, your ability being the power to change one's emotions.

-"can't you see how ridiculous this is? we're the florez and madrigal family, the sworn protectors of encanto! isn't our job to help people, not fight them?" you'd argue, looking at your own family in distress.

-i'd tell you their answer, but they had none. your grandmother was only giving you a frustrated stare, her brows knit together as she though of all the reasons of why you would possibly do this to your own familia.

-as you looked toward your family isabela looked at hers, half afraid that she'd never be able to see you again and half expecting alma to blow up in her face out of rage.

-but the two head-women were silent, unable to handle the idea that their decades-long feud was for nothing but competitiveness. why were they constantly fighting? the reason why seemed to be lost in their memories.

-it was alma who broke the long silence first, asking her granddaughter carefully, "are they taking care of you?"

-of course your mother was offended at this, her volume rising as she said, "how dare-"

-but isa cut her off, instead giving her grandmother a nod and an immediate, "yes. and i'm in love with them. so please..." she'd take your hand and turn her head toward your family, "look past yourselves."

-it was hard for both families. well, that was obviously a given. but seeing the two of you in love reminded them of what they claimed to strive and work for.

-silently admitting defeat to the two of you, your abuela stepped up from the center of the florez crowd.

-"perhaps, alma, it is time we put this foolish quarrel to bed. both for our village and for our children," she'd say solemnly, putting out a hand for your girlfriend's grandmother to accept.

-she was hesitant to agree, even going so far as to wonder if perhaps this was a huge ploy against her family. that maybe you had roped her dear grandchild into fooling her and the rest of the madrigals.

-but when she looked back at you and isabela, she knew there was no situation in which you could muster up the acting skills to look so in love as you were now. the way you grasped each other's hand like it would be the last time, and the desperation on both of your faces was enough for her to take her now old rival's hand.

-with that handshake was an agreement between the two powerful families, that you'd all work together to help your town, not to prove that one family is better than the other.

-the new development not only allowed for your home to prosper in more ways than it ever could before, but it also allowed for your relationship with isa blossom.

-the two of you no longer had to hide away in the shadows, scared that any second you'd be caught and separated.

-the two of you were free to love each other, always holding each other's hands at any passing moment together, and giving well-deserved kisses out in broad daylight.

-this relationship also served as an example between your two families, helping to show them that the combination of your two families is anything but terrible.

-"te quiero, mi princesa," you told her the first night since the one where you'd been caught.

-"i love you more, mi flor."

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 23 here

Chapter 24

Summary : Loki takes advice from Frigga in order to fix things with Birdy.

Warning : Mentions of Domestic abuse, Child abuse

"Mama, I need your help"

She looked at him curiously as he walked inside and sat down on the edge of the bed. She tried to meet his eyes but he was looking down, telling his mother that he fucked you once and then ditched you, didn't seem like such a good idea now

"It's about, it's uhh it's-- " he started stuttering on his words so frigga cut him off "It's about Birdy?" She asked him and he looked at her.

"How..how do you know?" She could see his cheeks flushing red, a look she had never seen on his face before "I'm your mother Loki, what happened between you two?" She asked him and he sighed

He told her everything that happened since he met you six months ago, of course excluding the dirty sexy parts. But he did tell her how he bailed after sleeping with you, Frigga knew how emotionally detached Loki was with his 'Women' ; She heard all about it from gossip vines. But she could tell that the way he talked about you, he felt something for you. He wouldn't be there in her room sharing his concerns if he didn't.

"That's not how you treat a woman Loki" she glared at him and he crawled into the bed to put his head on her lap, she didn't feel his weight on her thighs as usual but she raised her fingers up to caress his head.

"I know, I didn't want to hurt her like that" he mumbled and she sighed. He has always been afraid of emotional intimacy, he grew up around a man who only hurt his wife and broke her trust again and again, did everything a husband should never do. He grew up around a father who tormented him physically and mentally, Loki still thought his mother didn't know of the abuse he faced by the hands of Odin but she knew all about it. And she did nothing.

"Frigga, your boy loki, he's not built like Thor, you have to protect him better than this, he's not made for this" she heard Heimdall as he complained about the mistreatment and humiliation Odin put him through in the training center. She couldn't believe at first that he was hurting his child now. Loki was his kid after all. When Loki didn't return home that day because he was beaten up badly, Frigga confronted him about him but Odin was drunk out of his mind, so he took her to their bedroom and he beat her up until she stopped asking questions about him. Next morning he got sober and apologized so that made it better right? That made it okay.

She would never forgive herself for that, she failed to protect her son, it was her job as a mother and he ruined his childhood, and his entire life to protect her.

"She's a good girl, very sweet and she cares about you" Frigga whispered in a calm soothing manner and he put his head up to look at her "What if I hurt her badly someday, what if I turn into him someday?" He teared up as he asked her and she smiled between her tears,

"You are not your father's son loki, you are mine, and you could never do what he did, I know it's hard to feel that way for you, and you won't believe me but I can see how you act around her, you're softer and sweeter, that's the man you were meant to be my little mischief, a kind gentle loving man" he put his head down on her lap, she was right, he can't believe her words, he's not soft, he's strong and rough, he wins every fight. He's not weak like he used to be.

"I can't be weak mama, I am strong aren't I?" He asked as his voice choked on tears and she smiled "Strongest, stronger than any man I have ever known, caring about someone, loving someone, it's not a weakness Loki, make her your strength" she told him as she continued to caress his head and he sat up "I do not love her mother" he said to her as she wiped his tears and she smirked "Ofcourse, my bad, I assumed" he smiled at her and then he asked the most important question.

"What do I do mama?" He asked her in a hope that she'd help him find a way that doesn't include just saying those absurd words, he won't apologise, it's meaningless.

"Talk to her? Communicate your feelings, tell her that you don't want to hurt her, explain your side" she told him and he sighed,

"She's a bit judgemental, just a bit" he chuckled as he looked at her and she leaned forward to kiss his forehead "It's okay, she'll learn, she came back and apologized when she felt she wronged you or hurt you, nobody is perfect" Frigga told him and he shook his head.

"Thank you mama, you get your sleep okay? I'll see you tomorrow, I love you" he kissed the top of her head and helped her lay down on the bed, then he tucked her in and turned the light off before leaving. Her heart felt heavy at the sight of him, her sweet precious Loki has been taking care of her since he was 9, since he saw his father slap his mama like that. He has looked out for her, tried to protect her from him whenever he caught Odin abusing her.

But ever since he got out of jail, he built a thick skin and a thick wall around him, he got buff like thor, learned to fight better, he became ruthless just so he could protect her from every harm, he didn't even let her get inside that wall, this is the first time in years he has shared his pain with her. She won't be around here forever and she needs him to find someone who'd be there for him when she's gone.

After he talked to his mother he felt lighter, maybe he just needed to do the same with you. He walked over to the guest room on the other side of the mansion and he knocked on your door. You opened the door after a few knocks and he cupped your cheeks quickly and leaned down to kiss you softly "Can we talk birdy?" He asked you and you just looked at him mindlessly. You can't be his plaything whenever he wants. You can't trust him again.

"I am seeing someone Loki, you should leave" he felt as if someone crushed his heart as soon as he heard you, but he didn't let it show on his face. Of Course what was he thinking coming here? to share what? Feelings? Maybe this was a sign that he was losing the track of his life.

He pulled away from you and then he looked at you "Are you happy with him? He treats you well?" He asked you and you teared up, you'd know if you actually were seeing someone "Yess, better than I have ever been treated" you told him and he looked down, he had his chance with you and he blew it. He wasn't going to ruin this for you if you were genuinely happy with someone.

"Why did you come here Loki?" You asked him as he was about to leave and he turned around to look at you "It's not important y/n" and then he was gone.

Next morning when you woke up, not that you slept much, you didn't find him, he went to train probably and you met Frigga in the dining room "Good morning, I kept your clothes on the bed, I hope that's okay" you told her and she smiled "Not an issue my child, come eat with me" she asked you to sit down, and you were served breakfast, there was a chef and he had his people who served you food, damn he's loaded.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked you and you shook your head in yes politely. You didn't sleep well, he came to talk with you but you figured all he wanted to do was probably fuck you again and leave and you couldn't add one more torturous night in the list of things that keeps you up.

"Umm where is loki?" You asked her and she smiled "Probably went to the gym, but I'm not sure" she told you and you smiled. Your phone rang so you picked it up quickly, it was Mack. He told you that the studio they rented was given to somebody else without any notice and all the other ones in the area were booked, you had to practice for the next round, the audition will be held next week and you both needed to be the best of the best.

When Frigga saw the worried look on your face she asked you what happened and you confided in her with the troubling concern. "Ahh I have this friend, she used to run a dance class in New york but moved here a few years ago, would you like to practice there until then?" She offered you the option generously but you didn't want to be a bother "I don't want to intrude besides she must be busy" you told her and she shrugged

"No let me talk to her once dear" She picked up her phone and she talked to her old friend Nina and she said that she could give you the studio for few hours everyday.

You didn't want to miss out on rehearsals so you agreed, she gave you the address of the studio, and you sent it to Mack so he could meet you there directly "Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver" you hugged her and she smiled in return "Loki will drop you to the studio I asked him already"

Just great.

When you left the mansion, you got your pepper spray back and Loki was waiting for you outside, so you sat inside the passenger seat. It couldn't have been more awkward than this, he seemed freshly showered, his hair dripping wet and slicked back, he smelled good, he had an athletic tank top on, the typical men workout attire, you tried to not focus on his arms and forearms as he drove, the way he gripped the steering wheels.

You could see all the veins popping, you didn't want to look but you couldn't help it. He's so handsome and pretty at the same time, it makes you want to cry.

"How's heimdall?" You asked him and he shrugged "Fine like always" he told you and you shook your head. Was he upset with you? You couldn't tell, he was acting suspiciously normal and distant. "Does he have his own family?" You asked him to kill the awkward silence and he looked at you "Yeahhh" he nodded his head and you looked to the other side, staring into those emerald green eyes didn't seem like the best idea.

"So this new guy, he's from Cleveland?" He asked you and you had to make a quick lie to make him jealous and you uttered the worst lie there ever could be "It's Mack, my dance partner" who's clearly gay but he don't know that .

He looked at you as he smirked and you smiled "What?" You asked him and he shook his head "Nothing I just..I just got the vibe that he didn't play for that side when I met him" And yet he was jealous when he danced with you and now he's even more jealous.

"Well you're wrong" you told him and he smiled at you. Fuck his gorgeousness y/n he's going to make you cry again.

When you reached the studio Mack was already waiting for you and you ran to him to hug him "Pretend as if we are together" you quickly mumbled in his ear as you hugged him tightly. It kind of disgusted you because you always got brotherly vibes from him when you two were not cozying it up on the floor. He was shocked but he went along with you.

"Loki good to see you again" Loki came forward to shake his hand and damn the sun reflected perfectly on his pale skin.

He looked at you as you stood so close to Mack, and he felt the intense jealousy surging through him again but he couldn't do anything, he took you both inside the studio and a middle aged Indian woman approached him.

"Aunty Nina how are you faring?" Loki hugged her and she was even shorter than you so she looked like a child next to him "Oh boy, Do you get taller everytime I see you?" She asked him and you all chuckled but he seemed flustered "Nope still 6'5" he told her and she shook her head as she smiled.

"That's Y/n and her 'Boyfriend' Mack, mother must have informed" He told her and of course you didn't miss the emphasis on the term boyfriend. "Thank you for being so kind and generous" you told her and she came forward to hug you. Why was everyone so nice to you here? Not that you were complaining, it was nice for a change.

"See you birdy" he winked at you but then he took Mack aside and it made you curious "Just wanted to give you my heartfelt wishes for the next round" he told Mack as he patted on his back, poor Mackie was shaken up by the sudden forceful pat.

"Thanks Loki, goodluck for your battle, I heard about that, love the sport" he told Loki enthusiastically and loki smiled "Thank you, by the way, just needed you to know that if you ever hurt even a hair on her head, and if I ever find out that you have wronged her by any means, I'll make sure you never get to dance again okay?" He pressed his shoulders in a comforting manner and he was smiling throughout his threats but his words clearly sounded malicious. And Mackie was looking at him wide eyed, half scared, but also half aroused by all the touching.

After he left, Nina showed you around the studio and then she went home, leaving you and Mack to practice. You worked on your next set, a rumba fusion piece.

"What's going on between you and the giant hottie?" He asked you as you both sat down for a breather and you shrugged "It's complicated, I'm sorry I got you involved" you scrunched your nose and he chuckled "You should be because he just threatened to break my legs if I ever hurt you" you looked at him shocked as you heard, but not really, he literally assaulted Jack when you told him what he did. He confused you so much.

After rehearsals you went back to your hotel room and showered, then you thought about Loki, and then you thought about the fact that he came to talk to you last night and he seemed like he really wanted to talk, but you sent him away and he didn't push it any further, this is how it has been with you two since the beginning, you'd get closer to him, he would push you away and then he would come back and you'd push him away and then you both would continue the charades like morons.

But maybe just maybe you should have given him a chance to speak last night?

After he dropped you at the studio he went back to his mother's home. He couldn't stop thinking about you and Mack, he didn't expect you to move on like that so quickly, especially since yesterday you kissed him like you missed him immensely and you didn't seem the type of girl to do that if you had a serious boyfriend and after you have been cheated on yourself.

It could be the fact that you and Mack aren't exclusive yet but Something didn't just fit and he wanted to go see you but at the same time he didn't want to force you. He went to you last night and you denied him.

He don't blame you after what he did but it still hurt, he could only imagine how much it must have hurt you when he acted as if the night he spent with you meant nothing to him, it meant so much, best night he have ever had with a woman and he wanted more of it, but he needed you to know that there are things he won't be able to give you in future. He didn't think you'd understand that. And you deserve to have a man who could give you everything you'd ever want.

He knew you wanted him like he wanted you so he wasn't really surprised when he received a dm from you

And you waited for him to get there, so you can talk, give him a piece of your mind and maybe kiss him. Just maybe.

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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The story continues….NSFW @exovapor @nittleboo

Thanks for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait. 😉

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Chapter 8: Indulgences

She laid sprawled across his bed, listening as the shower turned on. She was sticky with all the cum he had covered her in, from head to toe. Karai thought back to the first time they met, young and just starting college. He went by his Japanese name back then, Oroku Osamu. Osamu was handsome, and so different from the other men, with his American accent and confident gait. He held himself to a higher standard and so excelled in everything he tried his hand at. His mastery of martial arts rivaled that of his father, and he was equally adept with weapons of all kinds. She fell in love quickly.

Osamu wasn’t like his father. He didn’t want world domination, he wanted world peace. He wanted a justice system that worked. The current one was incredibly flawed. The only thing that he and his father agreed on, was starting with New York City. It had broken her heart, when his father chose her to go to New York with him, leaving Osamu to continue his education and training. While anyone else in the Foot Clan would’ve considered being the Shredder’s right hand woman an honor, Karai yearned for freedom. She only wanted Osamu.

They stayed in touch, and she was like a spy, reporting back to him as his father’s madness grew. When Shredder didn’t report back to her after teleporting to the alien warship, she hoped for the worst. She barely put up a fight when the O’Neill woman came at her, pretending to be knocked out. As soon as she saw an opportunity, Karai escaped. She was on the earliest flight back to Tokyo and back in his arms. Osamu already had a plan, and with Karai supporting his position, his takeover of the Foot Clan went smoothly. Osamu took advantage of the fact that he favored his American mother and changed his name to an easy English equivalent, Jared. Documents were forged and they moved back to the States. Jared Smith attended the police academy, graduating at the top of his class. And after planting the idea in the mind of the captain, he was partnered with Casey. He needed access to the turtles that had plagued his father. He had plans for them. And plans for New York City.

Karai’s cell buzzed on the nightstand. Seeing that it was Dr. Stockman calling, she groaned inwardly, and rolled her eyes. The scientist annoyed her, but he was useful.

She pressed ‘answer’ and snapped into the receiver, “Speak.”

“Karai! The turtles! They came, and the ceiling…oh god, my leg! Everything, fucked, just fucked!” he rambled, in between painful groans.

“What are you talking about? Calm down and report!” she ordered, sitting up.

“The turtles raided the warehouse. They destroyed s-s-so much,” he stuttered, “Took the test subjects with them. I was injured. My leg-“

Karai hung up. She was seething. Jared would not be pleased. Fuck.

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“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home,” Mikey drawled.

As everyone filed into the turtles’ lair, Kassie watched the other women’s faces for their reactions. The one she was introduced to as Lucy was looking around in awe, much like she did at her first visit. She enjoyed Lucy’s strong accent and found the woman had a great sense of humor. Kassie also noted that Mikey seemed to have developed a fast crush on her. He hung on her every word, and grabbed her hand to tug her along on his wacky tour.

Valerie wore a look of suspicion, eyeing everything very carefully. But when she noticed Donnie’s surveillance station, her face lit up and she made a beeline for the mass of monitors. Donnie hurried to follow her, being picky about anyone touching his tech. Kassie saw a frown quirk Leo’s lips for a split second, and wondered what that was about. Actually, he had stayed rather close to Valerie the whole way here. Hmmm. She would have to talk with Raph about it later.

Speaking of her sexy bara, he was glued to her side. He was leaning with his shell against the kitchen counter, and had pulled her over to him, pressing her back to his plastron with his arms wrapped around her. She felt safe and cherished. Occasionally, he would nuzzle the side of her head or kiss her ear, warming her up and giving her butterflies. He had offered for her to sleep in his bed tonight. Kassie couldn’t help but wonder what direction her night would go.

Valerie was beside herself at the sight of all those monitors, and all the information contained in Donnie’s computers. Her little hacker heart was beating faster and her fingers were itching to touch. She ignored the tall turtle completely as she stretched out her hands and started pressing buttons. Donnie’s voice rose higher and higher behind her.

“What are you doing? Don’t touch that! Leo, tell her to stop!”

Val just explored further, a smirk on her lips. Leo watched the whole thing with arms crossed, his face unreadable. Finally, Donnie resorted to whining.

“THAT’S MINE!”

Valerie paused, looked over her shoulder at the flustered male, and snorted with laughter.

“Seriously?!” she giggled. “How old are you? Eight?”

Donnie had to resist the urge to stamp his big foot. He tried to glare at her but he wanted to pout too badly. The odd combination gave him a comical expression. Valerie glanced at Kassie, who gave her a pleading look. She sighed.

“I’m well-versed in this system, buddy. I know my shit. That’s why Channel 6 hired me.”

Suddenly, she whirled around and pointed at Leo. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, but he remained stoic.

“What’s the big idea having Kassie and April, my closest friends, lie to me for so long, huh? Did you think I was too stupid to work any of this out on my own?”

Leo grit his teeth. The friends she brought up, and the rest of his team had said the same thing to him many times in recent weeks. It was annoying coming from them. So why did he feel guilty hearing the words from her mouth? Her mouth. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the irritated line of her lips. He liked her feistiness. The thought of that mouth sassing him while she climbed on top of him came to him unbidden.

“Well? Do I get an answer or are you just gonna stand there like a statue? If we were in Central Park right now, a pigeon would shit on you,” she snipped.

Where the hell had that thought come from, he wondered. Leo needed to clear his head. Being close to her was messing with him.

“It’s my job to protect this team, this family. And I will do that no matter what. That takes priority over anyone’s feelings on the matter,” he finally answered.

He braced for another argument, or at least a snide remark, but her eyes softened, if only fractionally.

Valerie looked him in the eyes and replied, “I get that. I’m trying to protect mine.”

She jerked her chin in Kassie’s direction. Leo nodded.

“I think we understand each other then,” he murmured, then turned to address the group.

“It’s been a long night. Fellas, hit the showers. Ladies, I’ll take the couch. My bed is big enough to accommodate two of you.”

Raph chimed in, “Kassie is with me.”

Leo rolled his eyes, Donnie coughed, and Mikey grinned.

“Bruh, we know. Like you couldn’t be any more clear,” the youngest guffawed.

That broke the last of the underlying tension in the room, as everyone laughed, even Raph. Kassie gave Valerie the overnight bag she had packed for her, and Mikey found a spare toothbrush and one of his oversized t-shirts for Lucy. Leo showed the ladies to his room, and pointed out the bathroom. He lingered in the doorway a little longer than necessary, until Valerie lifted one dark eyebrow and then he bid them good night, and shut the door.

Raph rushed ahead of Kassie, picking up his room a little, and doing a sniff test on the sheets. When he was finally satisfied, he let her come in. She looked around curiously, and noticed a box in the corner filled with rolls of yarn.

“I, uh, I knit. It’s kinda therapeutic…” he trailed off, sheepish.

Kassie smiled, “I tried to learn to crochet years ago. All I had to show for it was a rather crooked scarf. So did you knit this blanket on the bed?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

It was obviously well made and she found herself rather impressed and surprised. Raphael had even more layers to him than she had realized. She looked over to his ‘shelving’, a collection of milk crates zip tied together. There were lots of carved wooden figures. She recognized each of his brothers in the little figurines, several wild animals, Batman, and one that was clearly female. Kassie strode over and reached for it. Raph was watching and at first, he thought she was going to grab the lion. His face heated up when he saw the one her fingers curled around. It was supposed to be her. He carved it a few days after their initial meeting at the genetics lab, when he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

“Raph, is this-is it me?” she whispered.

She turned the figure over in her hands and looked at it carefully. Even though it was only about 10 inches, the attention to detail was inspiring.

“Yeah,” he whispered back. “I hope ya don’t think it’s weird.”

Kassie looked up at the uncertainty in his green eyes, and felt her heart melt. Setting the figurine back on the shelf, she turned and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. He blinked in surprise, but then he enveloped her in his arms and hugged her back.

“You’re incredible, do you know that?” she mumbled into his neck.

Raph chuckled, “Not really, but I’m glad ya think so.”

He placed a kiss on the top of her head, then pulled back.

“Since, ya know, I broke through a fuckin’ ceiling and fought a buncha Foot clowns, I need a shower. Go ahead and get settled in tha bed. I’ll be back soon.”

Kassie nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

As soon as the big bara left the room, she felt her butterflies return. Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a cami, and a little pair of pj shorts. After a silent debate with herself, she put the shorts back in the bag. Undressing quickly, she shoved her clothes in the bag and slipped on the tiny top. She crawled under his covers wearing just a cami and a pair of bikini style panties.

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Leo laid awake on the couch, scaly skin still moist from the shower. His mind kept replaying the moment he saw her in the warehouse. His heart had thudded in his chest at the sight of her strapped down with an IV pumping who knows what into her veins. He had been so relieved when Donnie affirmed that it had only been a saline solution. He shuddered to think what would happen if they had experimented on her as they obviously intended.

Her large dark eyes had seared him, like a flame had licked right up his spine. Valerie saw far too much, more than he liked. She was very intelligent, that much was clear. That attitude of hers, well, it might piss him off to no end coming from his brothers. But with her, he found it to be a rather surprising turn-on. Again he was met with the image of her shoving him back on his bed, that sinful mouth talking back to him, and her thighs straddling his groin. He would buck up against her and surprise her while she sassed him, and she would respond by smacking her little hands down on his plastron.

Leo swallowed hard at his fantasy. He imagined her taking his cock and sliding down slowly, torturing them both, then riding him hard. He could just picture her perfect breasts bouncing from the motion and it made his mouth water for a taste. He could envision wrapping his hand in her long locks to tug her down to his mouth for a passionate kiss. Fuck, he just knew she would taste delicious. His cock was hardening to painful proportions, and it suddenly hit him.

What was he thinking? First, he had responsibilities. To his team, to the city, to protecting her and the other ladies from the Clan. Second, it was disrespectful to think of her in such a way. Especially when he was certain that she would never be attracted to a mutant turtle. He was only hurting himself by entertaining such thoughts. He had to put her out of his mind.

As he began to doze off, the thought crossed his mind that her scent was even more arousing in person.

🛋🛋🛋

Michelangelo was smitten. He stood in the hot spray of the shower long after he finished washing up, unable to get Lucy’s gorgeous smile out of his mind. Not that he was actually trying to. Her funky hair, her thick accent, her bubbly laugh, everything about her was perfect. A grin split his face as he recalled how excited she was as he showed her around the layer. She hadn’t objected to him holding her hand. He was giddy at the thought that maybe, since Raph had a girlfriend now, that meant the rest of them had hope for finding someone.

His mind began to wander, picturing her in his t-shirt, naked beneath. Perhaps she would wander into the bathroom, slip it over her head, and walk those dangerous curves right up to him, hips swaying with every step. She would tell him just how badly she wanted him to fuck her, then drop to her knees and take his throbbing cock deep in her throat, moaning as she sucked him. Mikey’s hand frantically fisted his thick shaft as he imagined how tight her mouth would feel. He pumped with vigor at the thought of her blue eyes staring up at him in adoration while he fucked her mouth. He pictured lifting her into his arms, pressing her up to the tiled wall, and shoving his cock into her hot folds while she begged him to fuck her harder and harder.

Mikey was breathing hard, squeezing his hand tighter as his quickened his strokes. The thought that finally sent him over the edge, was of her babbling on about how much she loved him, and he sprayed his load all down the wall of the shower. He couldn’t remember the last time he nutted so good.

🚿🚿🚿

Raph stood just outside his door, nervous as all hell, and tried to will himself to open it. He did a sniff test under his arms and checked his breath for the hundredth time. He decided a pep talk was in order.

Okay Raph, you got this. Nothing to be afraid of. It’s not like there’s a beautiful woman in your bed waiting for you, or that you have no experience whatsoever with an actual female. Oh wait.

He ran his hand over his face several times, slapped his cheeks, and took a deep breath. He turned the knob and the door swung open. The neon “Eat Me” sign that he stole from the kitchen was the only light. There she sat in the middle of his bed, wearing only a cami and a tiny pair of panties, her long red layers of hair cascading down her back and around her shoulders. The red light of the sign washing her in red tint. Her fair skin practically glowed calling attention to her adorable freckles. His gaze zeroed in on her face then. Her soft pink lips, her cute little nose, and those eyes. Those big, blue orbs that held mysteries he was hellbent to unravel.

“Coming to bed, Raphael?” she smiled, knowingly.

Gathering his courage and his pride, he stepped through the doorway, shutting and locking the door behind him. Taking a cue from her lack of attire, he shoved his shorts to the floor. Wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, he joined her on the bed. Kassie wiggled under the covers, and tugged them over his much larger body. Raph felt a little thrill at the way she snuggled into his side, without hesitation. Her tiny hand rested over his heart, and he wondered if she could feel how fast it was beating.

“I want to thank you again for rescuing Val. I don’t know what I would do without her,” she murmured, fingers tracing the dents and grooves in his battle worn plastron.

Raph cleared his throat, “She’s important to you, so she’s important to me. I’m just glad we got there in time.”

He tightened his arm around her, keeping her flush against him. His lips found her forehead unerringly. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, then tilted her face up for more kisses. Raphael happily obliged, kissing her mouth gently. Butterflies erupted in her stomach again, and desire coursed through her veins. After rush after rush of adrenaline tonight, she needed to feel him. Needed him to ground her. Her mouth opened wide beneath his as her tongue rubbed sensually against his much longer one. It only took a few seconds before he took control again, slanting his mouth and licking the roof of hers. A moan caught in her throat, and he churred deep in response.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, arms wrapping around his neck as she sunk deeper into his drugging kisses.

Raph had seen movies with Tilt-A-Whirls, even though he’d never been able to ride one. He imagined that this must be what it felt like. Kassie moaned into his mouth, and just like that, every nerve ending in his body was on high alert. One hand slid down the curve of her ass, and under her thigh, lifting it to wrap around his hip. The other hand was curled at the nape of her neck, holding her in place as he plundered her sweet mouth. Unable to help himself, he bucked his hips and the bulge beginning to grow between his thighs rubbed her enticingly through her thin little panties. A whimper emerged from her throat as she tightened her leg around him, shamelessly grinding on the huge cock she could feel under his underwear. Raph gasped at the sensation, then his mouth opened and he couldn’t stop his rambling.

“Shit, that feels so good. Ya feel fucking amazing. I’ve never done this before, am I doing aight? God, I want you so bad!”

Kassie giggled, a little breathy when she tried to calm him down, “You’re doing great, baby. You’re gonna be so good at this. Let’s just take it slow. Learn each other first, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed, hoping like hell that she would have mercy on him and take the lead.

She tugged her top up until her bare breasts were exposed. Gently, she pulled his arm from around her back, and placed his hand on one soft globe. She could barely see his face in the neon glow, but it was clear that his eyes had widened. He squeezed tentatively at first, until she encouraged him to play with them. He plucked at her nipples, fascinated with the way they hardened.

“Can I-I dunno-taste them?” he asked, sheepishly.

Kassie nodded. She was thankful that the neon light glowed red, hoping it covered the blush on her cheeks. Raph licked his lips and her breath caught. It was downright sinful for a man, or turtle, to have such beautiful plush lips. Then he leaned forward, and placed most of his mouth around one tit. He sucked, and her hips bucked. Satisfied with that response, he did it again, flicking his tongue against the hard nub. He loved the noises she was making as he laved and suckled the creamy flesh. He lavished equal attention on the other one before she tugged him back up for more kisses.

He wondered what she was up to next as she took his hand again. This time she lead it to the juncture between her thighs. Raph felt his hand start to tremble. This human woman wanted him, a scaly monster, to touch her most private parts. He could have wept. His finger traced the seam of her labia, marveling at the moisture coming through the thin cotton. She rolled her hips, pressing closer to that finger.

“Go ahead, touch me,” she whispered, lust evident in the rasp of her voice.

Raph slowly and carefully slipped his finger under the edge of her panties, and reveled in the feel of her soft, smooth skin. She kept herself hairless there, and he liked the way the skin felt. He slid his finger further in, encountering her juices. She moaned encouragingly as he explored. He couldn’t describe what it felt like. Just warm and wet comfort. He dipped his finger further, and she rolled her hips in reply. He pressed deeper into her tightness, and nearly came at the thought of swapping his finger out for his cock. Her inner walls enveloped and squeezed him, like a velvet glove. Her eyes were trained on what she could see of his handsome face. Placing her hand over his, she showed him how to withdraw and plunge again, mimicking sex. As he got the hang of it, he noticed her breath hitching, and she had buried her face in his neck as he unknowingly drew her closer to completion.

“Raph,” she whimpered, “I’m close! Fuck!”

Kassie slid a hand down between them and rubbed furiously at her clit. Moments later she was stiffening up and moaning his name. He felt her walls flexing on him and she arched back in pleasure.

“Oh my god, did you just cum on my finger?” he asked, incredulous.

Kassie nodded, “And you just learned something new.”

Slowly, he slipped his finger out of her pussy, and after looking at the glistening digit for a moment, he licked the tip. She startled at the feral growl that rumbled out of him, and suddenly he was sucking her cream from his finger, licking up every drop that rolled over his hand and wrist. The hungry way he looked her over made her pussy clench again. Breathlessly, she reached for his crotch.

“My turn to touch.”

👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼

The woman struggled uselessly against her bonds. Strapped down, gagged, and a painful I.V. stuck in her veins. The last thing she remembered was hanging up her apron at the end of her shift, then walking to the bus stop. Except, maybe she didn’t make it to the stop. Details were fuzzy. She looked around her and realized it wasn’t a hospital she was in. It was a very large open area with a portion of the ceiling missing. A woman wearing a white lab coat approached her with a syringe of a purple substance.

Instinctively, she started to pull at the straps again. The lady didn’t look in remorseful or concerned in the least as she added the purple substance to the I.V. She watched in growing horror as the purple mixed with the saline solution and entered her veins. At first, nothing happened. Then suddenly, it felt like she had been set on fire from the inside. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her body began to twist and pop.

A man’s laughter filled her ears as he spoke from somewhere to her right, “Ha, ha ha, ha. I’ve done it again. Dr. Baxter Stockman will go down in the history books….”

Her last coherent thought before losing consciousness was, who the fuck is Baxter Stockman?

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sekceesimps · 3 years

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The Adeptus’s Temptation (Xiao x reader oneshot)

summary: Xiao watches and reacts to his darling being flirted with by a certain Geo Archon. angst (kinda) but ends with fluff.

a/n Hey anon, I loved your requests so I decided to do both of them… hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the love and feel free to leave another request (that goes for all of you!)

This is sort of a more in depth version of the Xiao part in the Genshin Jealousy HCs

Also sorry for the delays between publishing, Tea and I have been busy with our personal lives, but we’re trying to write more!

Keep liking and following us, it genuinely motivates me to write.

Sincerely Coffee

Who would have ever thought that the Conqueror of Demons, the Vigilant Yaksha, the great adeptus Xiao would ever have a significant other that was human. Certainly not you and definitely not him.

Xiao is not someone who is easy to open up and be kind, but you managed to break through his cold and harsh demeanor. A surprise to the adeptus who had resigned himself to living his life alone and far from others. You are someone special to him in a world filled with incompetent and useless humans.

It took some time for him to allow you to spend more days with him and even allow you to initiate physical affection. At first, it came as a relief when you were out doing commissions or just going out to work, he needed his space after all. He was worried about how fast he was falling for you and clung onto the hope that the space he left would allow him to protect himself.

As your warmth and presence grew on him more, a part of him yearned to be at your side and let you closer to his heart. He had put up his icy walls to combat the heartbreak that comes after losing friend after friend, he was distraught with how quickly you broke through to him. He grumbled at your hand holding, but leaning into your touch nonetheless.

Your dangerous commissions started to lessen as he refused to let you take on the most harmful of enemies without him. After all, he had no idea what he would do if he lost you.

Xiao’s favorite thing to do with you is sit at the top of Wangshu Inn or even just the cliff sides of Liyue and bask in your attention and presence. He practically glowed under your loving gaze and from the light brushes of your hand against his. He had known the land for thousands of years and he had seen the most beautiful of landscapes in his time guarding it. He thought that he had seen every stunning thing in this world, that was at least until he met you.

Your bravery, resilience, and overwhelming beauty had completely captured him, and as time went on he fell further and further for you. The life he envisioned the two of you to live together was a calm and peaceful one. He knew it probably wouldn’t be possible with the nature of both of your responsibilities and his own life span, but an adeptus could still dream.

Now as much as Xiao wants to protect you, he can’t really leave Liyue. He’s able to help you when you’re here with him, but he’s essentially powerless when you go to Mondstadt. Of course, he’s entertained the thought of just leaving for a bit and staying by your side to protect you. In the end, he always lets you leave for work with a light kiss to your forehead and a heavy feeling in his heart.

You had accustomed him to your soft affections and gentle mannerisms. He was always reluctant in letting you leave, but he trusted your abilities and simply had to stew in his reluctance when you were gone. He often told you to simply call out his name if you were in trouble and he’d be there in a moment. To this you would simply smile and reassure him with soft kisses to the top of his head. It was a miracle when he had managed to convince you to take on more commissions and bounties in the Liyue area. It made it easier for him to come to your side for aid and also to watch over you. It also allowed for more frequent dates, which made both of you incredibly happy.

You always had the most interesting stories from your time adventuring. When you two were relaxing on loving moonlight nights, he looked forward to the smile on your face when you spoke in detail about your commissions. He was silent and let you speak, paying full attention to you. Xiao loved the silence and peace. He hated when humans would talk for hours on end, it was unnecessary and wasted his time. However, this sentiment didn’t carry on with you.

He often urged you to talk about your day and the people you met. Xiao does everything he can to coax more of your sweet voice out. Your voice had always been like music to his ears. For you, he could bear not being alone. For you, he was carving out hours of his day to cuddle and listen to you speak.

That was until everything changed with your adventuring routes. Previously, right after you switched from Mondstadt routes, the Guild had kept you near the Wangshu Inn and around the Qingce Village area. However, due to increased demand for your services, you had been moved South towards Liyue Harbor. The adventures you went on now were much simpler, but much more boring. You’d complain to your boyfriend about how you had to talk to too many people and how exhausting it was for you. Xiao would listen intently and offer a comforting embrace, silently happy that at least you weren’t out risking your life every day.

His concern began when you moved on from random requests and commissions with different people to a more stable and consistent job. You had accepted a job from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor as a one time thing, but your skill and agreeability had earned you a more permanent position there.

Your day to day job was to just assist and protect different members with finding and restoring relics across Liyue. However, it allowed you to move around more and actually engage in combat, a welcome change from before. You had helped the director herself, but your favourite employee to work with was Mr. Zhongli. He was a tall and serious man, but he was powerful and amusing to talk to.

The first adventure you had gone on with him, you couldn’t stop talking about it with Xiao when you came home that night. One adventure turned into ten quite quickly as the two of you made a habit of engaging in all your commissions with the parlor together. Zhongli as your companion in travel gave you a sense of stability and a feeling of safety when you were out in dangerous situations again.

Every night you came back, you told Xiao about the mysterious and strong man’s aid to you. The passion you spoke of his power and of his intelligence in the culture of Liyue surprised him at first. As you kept talking about Zhongli, Xiao started to feel different. He was no longer eager to hear of your adventures because he felt something very strange now.

Xiao has never felt afraid. At least, not truly. He is not afraid of death as he had accepted it long ago. Yet now you had given him something to live for and losing you would leave him back into a pit of despair, suffering, longing, and emptiness. Seeing you gush over the assistant to the funeral director filled him with a new unpleasant feeling. Heart numbing fear.

He was careful to not let you know how he felt. He was nervous that you would view him as pitiful for what he truly felt in his heart. Bile would fill up in his throat when you talked about that man as he held your full attention. In response, Xiao would start to capture your mouth with a kiss if he sensed that you’d talk about Zhongli on your dates. It got you to shut up and restored his happiness for a moment.

He felt guilty for interrupting you of course. Yet, he couldn’t muster up the courage to confront his own feelings of insecurity. The best he could do was try to prove to you how much he could offer. As his kisses began to get more heated, he found it fit to use his strength to carry you back to your shared bedroom.

Out of curiosity, Xiao decided to actually look at this Mr. Zhongli one day. If he was feeling insecure before, oh man, any self confidence he had was now wrecked. The man was absolutely perfect with you.

You were smiling and walking through the harbor-city side by side with the sharply dressed golden eyed man. The walk that the two of you had was powerful. The men and women of Liyue whispered behind you two about how cute the both of you were. Xiao silently watched as you two sat at the tea house and drank tea in silence. Zhongli had never taken his loving and intent gaze off of you. The Yaksha took in more of the man’s appearance. He was much taller than Xiao was and carried himself with a royal sort of dignity. As the two of you finished your tea, the man made a move to pay for your tea by charging it to the funeral parlor. He’s rich too, Xiao thinks sourly. What doesn’t he have? He has enough when Zhongli’s resoundingly deep voice tells you how well you fought today. If Xiao sounded like that he would never want to shut up.

He goes back into his bad habits of distancing himself and retreating back into his own silence. His awful self loathing that you worked hard to remove has manifested itself again and begun lashing out on you. Brushing you off, short snappy responses, and hardly responding to anything. This results in you thinking you did something wrong.

Oh how the adeptus breaks when he sees you try to make him Almond Tofu and various other small gifts to please him. He knows you didn’t do anything, but all he wants is you to free yourself from him and spend your life with someone who could provide so much more than he could.

In your shared bedroom, he would be physically present, but he was silent and hardly even looked at you. He could hear your muffled tears at night when you thought he was asleep. It took everything within him to not turn to you and let you lay your head in his chest and leave kisses across your face after he dried away your tears. It hurt him again when he heard you asking Verr Goldet if she could help you plan a nice surprise for him. As he stayed to listen, he had to listen to the innkeeper give you kind words as you broke down explaining what it was for.

All your advances towards his forgiveness and love go rejected. He decides that it would be better for you in the long run if it was like this. He stays cold, at least until he sees something that pushes him back to your side.

His pity party and moping is interrupted by the strangest feeling in his heart. Something painful crackles and burns inside of him. He’s not sure how he knows, but he feels that something is very wrong with you.

Xiao was not called the adeptus of speed for no reason. The speed in which he reached you was one he had not used for hundreds of years.

You weren’t in any life threatening danger, but the bond that you two shared was. He could see Zhongli gently move a strand of your hair behind your ear. You had a more nervous smile on your face.

“How fascinating, Y/N” his voice breaks the silence, “Your abilities seem to get stronger every day,” he continues praising you.

Your face flushes a light pink and you look down, breaking the gaze between you two. “You’re too kind, Mr. Zhongli, but I wouldn’t have been able to grow so much without your guidance,”

The golden eyed man smiles at this as he leans in slightly closer to you, “In that case, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

Xiao clears his throat as he steps out from the bushes and stalks towards you with a glower on his face. You look at your lover in surprise, not seeing or hearing his voice in quite some time.

“Actually, she’s already taken so you can take your leave now,” his words filled with venom. He doesn’t even try to be subtle as he holds his emerald spear by his side in warning to the man who tried to make a move on you.

Zhongli nods, “I understand, sorry for intruding,” as he leaves. Xiao’s watchful gaze not leaving him until he’s far out of sight. Your adeptus moves to your side and engulfs you in a warm hug that he wishes to convey all of his feelings of love into.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, it was unnecessary and you didn’t even do anything wrong. Give me a chance,” he seldom begs, “please,” he adds. His golden eyes piercing into your soul and displaying such regret.

You don’t respond, but you lean closer to him and press your lips softly against his. He forgot how much he missed this.

Oh how stupid he was for not letting you know how much he adored you known more. Well, now he had the time to make it up to you. He brings you towards the cliffside and the two of you sit down together once more, the bond shared between you too also renewed.

As you look at him, he lets you lean on his shoulder and look at the sun’s light beginning to wane as the sky was touched with beautiful pastel pinks and purples.

“I love you, Y/N” he whispers softly as he nuzzles his face into your H/C hair.

“Hmm, I love you too, Xiao,” you respond sweetly and relax under his presence.

The brown haired Archon chuckled lightly as he watched his Adeptus gently place his arm around your waist. He was happy that the cold guardian had finally found someone to love and someone to take care of him in return. When the time was necessary, Morax was ready to bring a contract to let the two of you spend the rest of eternity together, as two soulmates should.

a/n Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a like and some feedback, please.

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saiqherrr · 3 years

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— taboo lust (k. nanami)

.pairing nanami x femreader

.content warning | tags dark content, smut, nsfw, cursing, breeding kink, slight blood mention, spitting (a little) fingering, degrading, oral sex (f/m receiving), aggression, slapping, face-fucking, stepcest, dub-con, gagging, choking, somnophilia, biting, scratching, age-gap, lemme know if i missed any.

.synopsis you were originally distraught when your mother had divorced your father, whom you loved so much, but things don’t seem too bad when you meet the man that she left him for; a jujutsu sorcerer, kento nanami.

wc | 4k

WHEN YOUR MOM had first expressed to you that she was re-marrying, you quickly became hot-headed to the idea. you were already upset at the fact that she divorced your father, so moving on just pushed the knife deeper in your back. you were extremely close with your father, spending time with him every chance you got, not wanting to return home to your mother whom you thought of as a whore. you had your own car, but staying with your father wasn’t an option due to his financial issues.

however, you had a unexpected change of heart when you met the man your mother was to elope.

kento nanami.

the man was six feet tall and was well-built, to your surprised. you wondered how your cunt of a mother managed to pull such a man. his dirty blonde hair was always neatly parted to the side and he always wore glasses on his face. he had the sharpest jawline that was always tensed up and his hands were defined with clear veins that snaked up his forearm.

when you first laid eyes on him, the speed of your heartbeat was blistering. you blushed profusely and couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

“y/n, this is kento. kento, this is my daughter, y/n.” your mothers words were like white noise. you couldn’t focus as you stared at the man that stood at your front door.

“... meet you, y/n...”

you were brought out of your trance when kento nanami said your name. you could now physically feel your heart picking up its face. you took a moment to bring yourself back to reality. nanami had his hand out in front of you, waiting patiently for you to shake it.

“i’m sorry.” you put your hand in his and you stiffened up at his touch. “it’s nice to meet, too, mr. nanami.” your words were so distant, but he was still able to hear them. he stifled a small laugh seeing how nervous you were.

he took a gander at your face and your figure as you both ended your hand shake. such a pretty girl, he pondered internally. you resembled your mother in many ways, but you had an unique beauty to you that made you stand out. he assumed it came from your father. as he continued to examine you, he realized what he was doing and made a sound as if to speak. you watched his adam’s apple move. nanami knew better than to think of something so taboo. he was soon going to become a father figure to you, and there was no reason to have such underhanded thoughts about his prospective stepdaughter.

you, on the other hand, weren’t mature enough to push those thoughts out of your head. ever since he officially moved in, you wound up longing for him like never before. no lament or regret at any point filled your body at whatever point you'd peer into your mother's room, watching nanami get dressed after he was fresh out the shower, listening in on his moans and groans whenever he fucked your mother. all things considered, envy grew inside of you, wanting - no, needing - to be the girl he was fucking senseless. the fact that you were his step-daughter didn’t even bother you in the slightest, in fact, it turned you on more. it was something forbidden and getting to have it would make it so risque, but so hot.

at first, you feared this was one-sided, that there was never going to be a day where you’d get your cunt fucked by him. however, you caught onto nanami’s slick gestures he’d do on a daily. his hand would rest on your lower back sometimes. he’d caress your cheek whenever you vented about how difficult college was. whenever he would kiss your forehead, he left his lips there longer than expected. the little things sent you over the edge, it nearly seemed like prodding. you’d clench your walls whenever you felt aroused and when night came, you’d fantasize about nanami doing all sorts of things with you, touching yourself to get off and satisfy yourself.

you’d lay in the middle of your bed with your legs spread out and your hand scouring your pearl. “nanami..” you moan out softly. you’d pick up your pace a bit before dipping two fingers into your wet warmth and pumping them in and out repeatedly. you tried your best to keep your moans discreet, but as you visually pictured nanami pushing his shaded pink, fat cock inside of your virgin, drooling pussy, it became hard to hold back. you uttered his name over and over. “fuck me, nanami...please,” you whimper.

you were unaware that nanami could hear you some nights whenever your mom was at work at her graveyard shifts. he’d stand by your door and listen to you moan his name repeatedly. his face would flush red, flattered to hear your pretty voice beg for him. he’d rub himself through his pants, feeling on his aching bulge and very rarely would he fully pull out his length and start fisting it right by your door. such a shame, nanami thought. she can’t see how i milk my cock for her. i want you just as bad, little girl.

for about ten months, the both of you were content with the current dynamic. you both found ways to please yourselves without making it obvious to your mother, but both of you longed to physically touch one another.

until one day.

you were arriving home from visiting your father and parked your car in the garage. you noticed nanami’s truck was parked inside, but your mom’s car was nowhere to be found. you shrugged and thought nothing of it as you took the key out the ignition and the engine stopped. you slammed the heavy door shut and closed the garage door with a button on your keys and walked opened the side door which led into the kitchen.

“nanami?” you called out.

“y/n? back already?” you heard him respond to you. you put your keys on the counter and slid off your shoes, picking them up to place them in the mudroom. you came out again and nanami was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the refrigerator door. “hey, sweetheart. had fun?” he snaked his arm around your waist, hugging you and pecking the top of your head swiftly before letting you go. the warmth of his body still lingered on you and you sighed.

you nodded with a smile as you thought of the time you had with your father. “yeah, we went out to a diner and i met the new kitten he adopted.”

“how nice.” nanami smiles. he realized you were probably wondering where your mom had gone. “oh, your mom is staying with a family friend. she said they were really sick and needed someone to help around the house, so your mom is staying there for a day or two.”

you nodded slowly letting out an “oooh..”. you licked your lips and huffed. “so, what’s for dinner?”

“thought i would make steak, mash potatoes...a simple meal,” he responded as he began to take out some seasoning and other cooking items. you watched him as he did, admiring the way his white crew-neck was a bit see-through and his strong abs were just barely visible.

you shook your head slightly and took in a deep breath and let it out. “well, ok! i’m going to take a nap, my head is aching.”

with his back still turned towards you, he responds. “alright. i’ll call you down when dinner is ready.”

you made your way upstairs, holding onto the railing as you got up each step. you went into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. you were quick to change out of your clothes, putting on loose t-shirt and leaving your pants off. you got into your comfy bed, pulling the covers over you and let your head sink into your pillow as you quickly fell asleep.

nanami called your name out numerous times but to no avail. you were in an incredibly deep sleep, not able to hear your stepfather calling your name from downstairs. nanami sighed with slight annoyance as he walked up the staircase and went to your bedroom door. he knocked twice before he twisted the doorknob and slowly opened it.

there you were, laying in bed, gripping tightly onto the blanket that covered your small body. you were nestled into the edge of your bed, calmly resting, your knees bent a little. nanami gulped at the sight, never seeing you like this before. for the most part, he was able to conceal his deep attraction to seeing women sleeping. it was very guilty pleasure and slight guilt took over him as he was watching you in such a perverted way. however, the fact that you were his stepdaughter made it so much more enticing at the same time. he felt himself gradually become aroused seeing you in this unconscious state. he cursed underneath his breath. he had to keep himself under control. but his body didn’t want to comply with his mind. after almost a year of longing to be inside of you, he had a perfect opportunity, and he certainly didn’t want it to go to waste - and judging from the nights she had spent moaning for him, she wouldn’t want to waste it either. the dinner he had just made was quickly forgotten and was left in the kitchen to get cold. he slowly made his way to the opposite side of the bed and looked at your back, slowing rising and falling as you breathed deeply. without making much noise, he unbuckled his black slacks and let them fall to his ankles for stepping out of them and kicking them aside. he removed his glasses from his face and he put it on the nightstand beside your bed, revealing small, lustful eyes. it felt like his body was moving on its own, but he was doing very little to stop himself. with each movement, he felt himself stiffening. he rubbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers to ease himself before he slowly lifted up the cover to climb into your bed.

he took in a sharp breath when he peered under and noticed you weren’t wearing anything from the waist down besides cotton panties and long, white socks. you shifted slightly from feeling the extra movement in your bed, but you still did not awake. nanami thanked god internally as he let the cover fall over his own body and scooted closer to you. naturally, as you felt another presence beside you, you pressed your back against his chest, slightly startling him, however, you were still remained in your slumber. nanami breathed heavily, his lips parted and watering from looking at your body. he brought his left arm around your small figure and his big hand found itself on your stomach and slowly dragged it down to your pussy. he was astounded to find that you were wet. would could you be dreaming of, sweetheart. he could feel it through your panties and he had become fully erect now. once he found your clit, he rubbed through it in a circular motion and felt it twitch. he removed his hand and and took in a breath as he slowly rolled you over so that you were now on your back.

he pulled the cover over his head and crawled underneath, positioning himself below you. he hooked both of his index fingers around the hem of your panties and pulled them down your legs until he got them completely off. he threw the cover off himself and you and was able to clearly see your wet, pretty cunt. it was clenching around nothing, practically begging to get fucked. nanami wasted no time and took his thumb and rubbed your swollen clit while he hungrily dragged his tongue along your folds. tasting you alone could make him cum, but he didn’t want to yet, and he had great control. you were starting to feel the wet sensations that made contact with your warmth, but waking up from this deep slumber was so difficult. you fought with yourself, moving your legs a bit, but nanami held them steady, removing his thumb from your clit in the process. feeling the pressure of his palms holding you down finally awoke you and you opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times before looking down in between your legs. there he was, licking and slurping on your wet cunt like it was his last meal. a sight you’ve dreamed of countless nights, a desire you yearned for. your pussy fluttered against his tongue and he looked up at you and smirked when he saw your priceless face.

“you finally woke up, beautiful.”

you melted at his words, feeling overwhelmingly flattered. you licked your lips slowly, still waking up the rest of your body and you the edge of your lips curved into a smile. “nanami...” was all you could say.

nanami lifted his head up and sat up, on his knees, glaring down at you. “i can stop if you want me to. this isn’t exactly-”

“no.” you cut him off so quick. “please, no.” you sat up desperately and gripped onto his shirt. nanami smirked at your desperation. it was so cute. he removed your hands from his body and slid his shirt up and pulled it from off his body, throwing it to the floor. shamelessly, you stare at his defined body, a sight you’ve only seen from afar, and your mouth waters. eagerly, you latch your lips on certain spots of his body, sucking on them momentarily before moving onto the next. you planted kisses all over his abs until you got on your knees and made your way up to his neck. nanami closed his eyes, enjoying the treatment he was getting. he brought his left hand up under your shirt, rubbing your back sensually and you took it as a sign to take it off, in which you did. you weren’t wearing a bra and he stared down at your breasts. he took one in one hand and cupped it, massaged it and rubbed your tender nipple until it gradually became stiff. you brought your lips to his. your lips connecting for the first time was like kissing your first boyfriend in high school. your heart fluttered and your stomach churned with excitement. your tongue danced around his mouth, matching his own rhythm, tasting every slick of saliva that was on it. you both broke away, a string of saliva breaking in between you too and landing on nanami’s chin. he wiped it off with his thumb and glared down at you.

“you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” his voice was deep and menacing.

you adverted your eyes away slightly, feeling slight humiliation from his words, but mostly feeling aroused. you were leaking on your own bed and nanami noticed. “look at you, making a mess on your bed for me.” he leaned down and kissed your cheek and then brought his lips down to your neck. he sucked on it hard, knowing he was going to leave a mark there. “i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, y/n,” he whispers in your ear. his hand pushes your panties aside and he inserts one finger. “i’ve heard you moan my name at night like a little bitch whenever you’d touch yourself.” he pumped it a couple of times before adding another digit. “you sounded so fucking pathetic.”

you were so overwhelmed by his words and by his actions. this was everything you’ve ever wanted. your hips bucked up as a reaction to feeling his fingers inside of your warm hole. “na...nanami...” you throated out as uncontrollable sensations took over you. he wasn’t aware that you were a virgin. everything you were feeling felt somewhat different now that you had someone to do it with. “nanami..?!” you sounded confused as you moaned his name for the second time and felt your stomach twist. you swore you saw stars for a moment as your legs vibrated violently and you were drawn to an orgasm.

nanami looked down at his pruney fingers that were now covered with your juices. you breathed heavily as you looked at him with a concerned face. he looked at you with an unsure smile. “you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

you nod and his eyebrows raise. “you just get more and more pathetic, i love it.”

he spread your legs open wider before he took his hands and removed his boxers. you gasped a little as you saw his long, cock. the cock that impaled your mom some nights ago. your mouth was watering and nanami slapped you which caught you off guard.

“if you want my cock then take it in your mouth, don’t fucking stare at it.” his words were aggressive, hitting you one by one. you could care less how he spoke to you, you just wanted to please him.

you complied and you took his length in your hand and pumped him a few times. he leaked pearls of pre-cum from his tip that you licked up with your tongue. you had given head before at a random college party and you hoped that you could make nanami proud.

“shit...”

his tip was swollen and was in need of your entire mouth, which you gave him. you took him in slowly, your cheeks going hollow, and began to bop your head on his hot dick. “fuck...” slurping noises emitted from your lips with occasionally ‘pops’ whenever you fully removed him from your mouth. you jerked off anything you couldn’t reach, but it was obviously you were steering clear of your throat and nanami wasn’t going to let it slide.

“you’re doing so good,” he says. he pulls your head off of him and forces him to look up at him. “but you could be doing so much better.” the words disappointed you but only motivated you. he pushed you down onto his length until his tip hit the back of your throat. your cheeks puffed up and you gagged and brought your head up with much force. “stay down, sweetheart.” he pushed your head back down and eased his way to your throat instead. you got your gag reflex under control, but still showed signs of struggle. your eyes were tearing up and your face was grimacing as you were losing air.

“aw, look at the little slut crying. what’s wrong, you can’t take it?” he pushed his cock aggressively in an unnatural way when he said “take it”.

he finally pulled himself out of your mouth before he got close to a climax. you tried to catch your breath and you coughed. he pushed you down on the bed, spreading your legs and squeezing your thighs a little bit. his head hung over your pussy and he built up a wad of saliva and spit it into your pussy, rubbing it in vigorously. he then took his saliva-covered dick and slapped it against your needy cunt a couple of times. he pushed the head of dick in just a little bit, over and over, simply teasing you.

it irritated you and you tried to force your body onto his cock. nanami stopped you, pressing a hand on your stomach. “stop it, sweetheart.” he chuckled and it echoed throughout your room. “you’re such a needy little girl. you’re just like your mother, so damn impatient.”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of being compared to your mother. he realized and he narrowed his eyes. “but you’re far more enjoyable.”

he felt that you finally deserved to get fucked silly, but he kept his word about taking care of you. he slowly slid all of his length in, feeling your soft, warm walls. he groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt. the way you clenched around him made his own legs weak but he managed to stay steady. when his groin had finally met with yours, slid out again and pushed himself back in with more aggression. “ah!..” your entire body flinched and you gripped onto nanami’s arms. “fuck...it’s so big.” as he began to steadily thrust into you, the initial pain soon became pleasurable as most had described. he rocked your body with much force as he slapped himself against you.

“i’ve dreamed about fucking this tight pussy,” he says through his groans. “fuck, you feel so good...” your pussy milked him of everything it had. he leaned down to connect his lips to yours and you both shared a hurried and sloppy kiss. your stomach twisted in a familiar knot and broke the kiss as you cried out.

“gonna...gonna cum” you blabbered through your whimpers.

“cum all over my dick, baby,” nanami growled in your ear. your legs shook violently and you squirmed a little as your screamed when you reached your second orgasm. nanami felt your cum running along his dick. it twitched a little bit but he continue to fuck through your orgasm until he stopped thrusting and panted a little bit. “turn around for me.”

you quickly obliged and turned around, getting on all fours, but staying relatively close to the surface of your bed. he gripped one hip and used his other hand to drag his cock against your sore, slobbering pussy. he finally pushed it in and began to fuck you from the back. this time, his fingers dug into your skin as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto his dick.

“fuck...”

his grip hurt you but you were overstimulated by his quick, aggressive thrusts. his balls slapped against you. your skin making contact with his made clapping noises that echoed throughout the room. nanami hunched over you, continuing his aggressive strokes and his heavy pants of breath hit the back of your neck. “you want me to cum?”

you didn’t respond, your eyes just barely open and your mind clouded by the amazing feeling. nanami grabbed your throat and pulled you back to look at him. “you want me to cum?”

you nodded vigorously. “yes, please, cum.”

“i’m gonna fuck my kid into you, sweetheart. gonna bury my seed in this pretty pussy,” he says into your ear. he pulls you up while he was still inside of you, pressing your back against his chest. his strokes got harder and more needy. your walls clenched and pulsated around his dick as he plunged in and out of you repeatedly. “this pussy is all mine, right?”

you didn’t realize you were biting your lip so hard you made it bleed. nanami took his thumb, wiped it and licked it. your lips parted to speak. “it’s...all...yours..fuck!”

“say it again, sweetheart.” this time he moaned, feeling himself getting close to his climax.

“it’s all yours nanami!” you cry out. you repeatedly moan his name out as you felt his hips stutter against you and he pushed in his last few strokes before he finally ejaculated inside of you, distempering your walls with his hot, white cum. he pushed in one last time to keep his cum inside of you.

“holy shit, y/n.” nanami was out of breath. he let you go and you flopped on the bed, sore and exhausted. your face was smushed against the bed, your mouth open, trying to get more air. nanami watched his cock go soft again and sighed. “you’re amazing, sweetheart.” he laid down on the bed beside you and pulled the covers over both your bodies. he took you in his arms, bringing your head close to his chest. you could hear his heart beating quickly, but happily. he hummed a bit and it vibrated throughout his chest. he kissed your forehead. it was long and sentimental. “i know how badly you wanted this.”

you blushed, feeling shy all of a sudden. you kissed his chest once before curling up in his embrace and resting your eyes, which eventually led to you sleeping. nanami was tired himself and he fell asleep with you in your arms, his chest heaving up and down; such a forbidden desire that you got to fulfill.

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