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The Family Wedding

Summary: It was finally the day you had been dreading of ever since you first asked Wanda to be your date in her diner. You knew you couldn't get her to quit you but you knew that you had to quit, one way or another.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (minor cussing, alcohol consumption, rich people)

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Another month and another finished series. The fourth and final part of The Family Christmas. This one went much, much longer than I was ever going to take this type of trope and I'm so glad that I did. The chapter word count also went longer than I thought but I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Reading!

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"No, no. Listen to me, never ever, let Bucky do a presentation alone," you wipe the side of your mouth with your hand, "You won't know a thing about stocks but you'll knew what he did Spring Break '09."

Wanda laughs, "In '09? Wasn't he a freshman in high school?"

You glance over at Wanda with a cock of your brow. She hums out as she props the lid of the box in her lap up, "Of course. He probably had a fake ID when he was born,"

Reaching over as you slow the car at the stoplight, you feel a sharp sting against the top of your had. You retract your arm quickly, glancing over from where the hit came from. Green eyes stare at you, wondering why you're staring at her with such shock on your face.

"Did you just slap me?"

Wanda gives a slow nod, picking up the donut you were reaching for, "I wanted that one."

Scoffing, you tap your chin with a thoughtful stare, "Who bought you those donuts?"

"Please. You could buy that whole company and get us donuts for free if you weren't lazy."

You roll your eyes, "Well, the donut wouldn't really be free. You know we've got to have profits and if I'm taking donuts, well then that'll cut into production costs to make more and," A sweet pastry slams into your mouth as you're about to start spewing numbers, frosting pressing up towards your nose. You gag slightly as you inhale a sprinkle, tasting the sweet chocolate as you try to not serve the car, coughing and chewing.

"I want to sleep on the flight. Not in the car, Y/N." Wanda glances at you as you try to quench the dryness inside of your mouth, finally getting the donut down after a few gulps.

Gasping out as you swish the thick chocolate frosting off your teeth with the water, you start to make the final curves to the airport, "You'll miss out on the meals."

Wanda chuckles, "Meals? What, a microwaved dinner and a bag of peanuts thrown at my face?"

You glance over at her, smirking slightly as she starts to put donuts in a bag to stuff in her backpack. She stops and looks at you, "Oh wait, allergies. They give out that snack mix now, huh? Fancy."

Chuckling to yourself, you tap the tickets in between the both of you, "I forgot, we're not flying economy, Wands."

Her eyes spark as you start to eye the signs to figure out where you're supposed to pull off, "Premium economy? Oh my god, should I bring my blanket? Will they give me a blanket? Do we get those warm face towels?"

You slow the car, starting to gather all of your stuff, "Business class gets the face towels."

Stepping out quickly, you practically jog around the car to help Wanda with her door. Trying to politely shove the valet out of the way as he reaches for the door. You make eye contact with him and watch him retreat away and head to the trunk, Wanda still rambling on and unaware of where you've parked.

"Oh, I just hope I can recline my seat a bit. I hate sitting straight up, y'know? Do we get a different shuttle here, too? Do they have face towels?"

You grin at her obsession with warm face towels as you toss your keys towards the valet with open hands and start to walk towards the entrance. But a hand grips yours and you turn around slowly, green eyes cautiously looking around at the front of the airport.

"Our bags?"

"They'll get them, don't worry," you say, "Thank you," you slide your hand from Wanda's as you give the valet a shake with some cash in your palm.

You take your bag from his hands as the other helps put Wanda's backpack up on her shoulders. Wanda whispers an embarrassed thank you as she tries to figure out where her suitcase is going. You wait for her to remember that the money you have isn't all talk and that you aren't the torn short and gym short wearing sloucher like you are with just her.

You're somewhere others might see you and recognize you. The last thing you need is your mother finding out you wore jeans on a flight. The scandal that could cause.

Wanda grabs your jacket and you turn to her, both of you standing close as you lean over slightly at her impatient yank, "I didn't have to make you peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, did I?"

You grin, "I am really excited about those actually," sliding your hand from the side pocket of your bag, you hold out her passport, "I got you pre-check, too. You're welcome."

She smacks your arm, "You stole my passport?!" Letting out a huff, she can't help the small grin on her face when she sees the laughter you hold in, "You better worship my sandwiches."

"Like a five star meal. Come on, we'll be late."

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You let out a sigh, scrolling through another endless email as you lounge in your seat. It's reclined, practically horizontal as you feel your eyes starting to fall as you read over the same sentence you've been reading all flight.

Wanda had been bursting with excitement when she saw the individual seats each person got up here. She had played with the divider between the two of you, a different face each time she closed and opened it. Trying to get you to laugh and not worry about what you were flying into and the crests that were packed in her suitcase.

Glancing over at her, Wanda's sitting upright. Her legs crossed in her seat as she swipes through all of the hours of entertainment on her suite's device. She stole your complimentary blanket and she's cuddled beneath it with hers. You take a sip of your drink, still seeing the same glow in her eyes that she had when she saw the bag of goodies waiting on her seat.

A childlike excitement and a realization in yourself of how much you'd taken for granted for so long.

Something flashes on your screen and you glance up with a chuckle. A message had been sent to your suite from seat 3A. Wanda's seat,

Hi.

You turn your head to look at her properly now, raising your brows as you slip off your headphones and rest them on your neck.

"Have you tried the lotion? My hands are so soft now," she grabs your hand and shares the extra lotion she has smeared on her skin. You hum, rubbing your hands together but trying to rub away the jolt of energy her touch sent through you, "Did you see the pajamas they gave us? And this cute little tea mug?"

You chuckle at the rise in pitch of her voice as she holds up the mug. She didn't mention your favorite little amenity of sitting up here. You lift up your foot that was hidden beneath your extra blanket and wiggle your slipper, covered foot. Wanda gasps at the sigh, searching through her stuff until she finds her own slippers.

"You know, after all this time, you've never told me just how rich you are."

You look up from your laptop with a thoughtful hum, "Well I mean, you know I'm comfortable."

"No shit," she scoffs as she glances to her left and sees the tray of warm towels waiting for her to pluck one from, "But like, can you buy a baker's dozen of nice cars or a baker's dozen of islands?"

Glancing at her as you press the warm towel against your face and groan at the relief, "Islands with a house to put each of those cars in."

Wanda was in the middle of taking a drink of her mimosa as you hear her gasp and then cough. She nearly drops the flute to the ground as she leans forward, pressing her hand against her nose. You shut the curtain to the aisle as you kneel in front of her, taking the once warm towel to wipe the seat.

"Hey, you can't get drunk before me. You okay?"

Wanda holds her towel to her nose, blowing out the rest of the drink that shot up from her cough, "And you only got me a week in Greece for my birthday?"

You can see her teasing smirk behind the towel as you climb back into your seat with a roll of your eyes, "Im' sorry. Was that private jet not to your liking? Or was it only waiting five minutes to get into that local restaurant?"

She eyes you carefully, "Thank you for not taking me to one of those Michelin restaurants."

You give a hard laugh, forcing a grin on your face, "They're too posh for me. Besides, you leave feeling hungry anyways."

Wanda rests a hand on your arm, her thumb stroking along your skin. You glance at her quickly, looking back at your laptop before a blush can form on your face. Wanda can hear the stiffness in your laughs, the way your eyes glaze over as you play through every horrible thing that can happen at this event.

"Are you alright?"

There's no use trying to hide anything from her. You may not be a couple on the way to getting married at the end of the year, but she knows you like she is. A deep connection between the two of you that you are so scared to lose. You sigh and close your laptop, gently picking yourself up to close Wanda's suite door and not just the curtain.

Just in case someone you know is on this same flight, the last thing you need is more gossip in your aunt's ears.

"I just... I can't believe you still want to do this."

Wanda tilts her head as she rests on her seat, "I mean, I get to fly first class."

You hum, leaning forward and going to swipe at your screen. Trying to find a distraction, to not think about all of the guilt and selfishness that has been gnawing at you for months. All the crap you've made Wanda go through and what she's putting on hold for you.

And your anger towards her for not being just as selfish and just taking your money to run to the other side of the country, away from you. Wanda knows you too well, as she pulls your arm back to the armrest.

Leaning back into the seat, her fingers smooth out the folds along your shirt, "Hey, it's just me. Not your family. You know you can be honest with me."

"I'm going to figure out how to make sure you finish out your degree," you nod, making it a promise.

"Y/N..."

You shake your head before she can spew that crap of taking a break, "No, this isn't more important. This is not what you want to do with your life. Putting up with me. With my family."

"You still haven't told me what you want to do with your life. Your dreams. You know all of mine."

Wanda's fingers trace down your arm, tickling along the inside of your palm. You just stare at each other, nothing but the white noise of the plane engines. Her green eyes try to pull you open, just to find a crack in you.

And you hold on for dear life on a quiet dream only you know. A dream filled with green eyes and not a single suit in your closet. A dream of calm days and nights with callused hands and no spreadsheets. A dream of raising a family that didn't pull at turtlenecks every Christmas.

There's a knock and for the first time, neither of you move to make it seem like you're in love. There's no faking anything in this moment. There's no thought to hide anything from anyone here. It's just the two of you.

"Making sure you get to live your dreams," you whisper, answering her request to be honest.

The door slides open with your first meal of the flight and you smile at the attendant as you lean back to set up your tray. You take the food and clear your throat as you carefully unroll your cloth napkin. Wanda is silent, poking at her salad and eyes all of this food on her tray. You wait for her to glance with a side eye, planning on how she's going to steal your cookie, but you know she's not thinking about that.

Quietly, you reach around for your bag and rummage around for a moment before your hand wraps around a plastic container. Bringing it up to your tray, you pop open the lid and hold up half of a sandwich over to Wanda.

She glances over, chuckling with a slight blush. She takes it as you hold your half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tipping it towards her as she tips towards you. Cheering with the sandwiches, you grin as you see the small smile spread across her lips.

"Bon appetit," she whispers to you.

You laugh and bite into the most perfect sandwich you've ever had, "Ah see. We'll make a fancy woman out of you yet."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "I'm not taking French classes," she scoffs, watching you stuff the rest of the sandwich in your mouth, "And we'll make you a commoner yet."

Her eyes rest on yours for a moment, both of you chewing quietly. The way she looks at you, it almost feels like she can read your mind. Grinning, she shimmies closer to your armrest and takes the remote for your screen, "Okay, these are the movies I want to watch. There is absolutely no debate."

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Clearing your throat, you smooth out your jacket and take careful step towards the large white tent in front of you.

The time between the plane landing and you having to slip into your wedding attire wasn't long enough, you found. Your head felt like it had barely rested on the pillow before Wanda was shaking you awake softly, whispering that it was time to get up.

You grumbled the whole time as you slipped into a suit just to go get ready somewhere else. She nodded, agreeing with your half mumbled words as she handed you all your things and shoved you out the door. You didn't see her again until the ceremony and even then, you couldn't be next to her.

She was just far enough away from you that you couldn't hold onto her for reassurance or listen to her whisperings as she made fun of your cousins. You had to stand around in the wedding party, trying to sneak glances at her in a beautiful dress that was showing just enough to make your eyes linger.

You know she noticed your stare, the slight blush in your cheeks as she mouthed out for you to behave as you wished she knew you weren't staring to feed into the lie. You were staring because she was drop dead gorgeous and you desperately wanted to be sitting next to her in that pew.

Despite your desperation to be near Wanda, the ceremony went smoothly enough. Not much room to cause a ruckus inside of a church. You had made eye contact with your father as you walked down the aisle with the wedding party but you couldn't read anything from him. Wanda steadied you with small grins as you stood up there, when she wasn't trying to corral Bucky with his fidgeting.

Now though, it was no man's land and your father could come around at any moment. And that any moment would certainly be after he had a few too many glasses of whiskey neat. You shudder at the thought as you can see the long tables with far too many flowers on top. All of the personalized drinkware and all the different utensils you're going to have to remember how to use for dinner.

Wanda's arm is hooked in yours, a simple burgundy dress to match the splash of color on your clothes. Your mother didn't have anything planned for her and Wanda was thankful, making comments on how uncomfortable some of the other dates were looking. You nod along, your eyes washing over the entering crowd but not taking anything in, your mind a thousand miles away.

Taking in a deep breath as you walk into the air conditioned tent, you let out a groan. Barely a step inside and you're already running into roadblocks that stop a somewhat enjoyable evening.

"Fuck me," you whisper with a turn of your head as Wanda continues to glance behind you. You duck your head as you mutter through the name cards on the table and try to find your seat quickly and without making eye contact with another certain someone.

"Oh my god," Wanda chuckles as she pulls at your arm to keep you where you are, "Is that your ex?"

"Yes," you whisper sharply and walk towards the bar. Glancing back to get Wanda, you watch in horror as her arm raises and she waves, "Wha- Don't wave!"

Wanda giggles as you drag her towards the bar, "They kind of look like me," she hums, "You have a type, Y/N. Oh god, imagine if we wore the same dress. The embarrassment."

You glare ahead of you, staring at your ex dressed in a flowing and incredibly expensive white dress, "Yes. Totally embarrassing."

Your fingers clench the bartop as you let out a heavy breath. Jaw clenched tightly as you yank at your collar, trying to loosen the thick fabric that's pressing into your jugular. Eyes are on you, you can feel it. The quiet whispers as those who walk past, commenting on who's on your arm.

A hot flash runs through your body as you try to think of something to cool you down and clear your head.

"Hey," Wanda pulls you from the bar to let others order and you watch some of your cousins glancing at the two of you. Whispering, snickering.

You lean against the side of the bartop as Wanda thanks the attendant and hands you a glass of water to try and cool you down. She stands in front of you, smoothing out your shirt, "Relax. Everything's going to be fine. We've done this a million times."

You shake your head, the ice shaking in your hand, "They've probably rigged the bouquet and garter toss so we're forced to get married."

She grabs your face and snaps your wandering eyes to her, "Stop it. We're only here to show that we came. Talk to a few people, leave and go get drunk. Okay? Can you do that?"

You grab her hands softly, rubbing them with your thumb as you bring them down between you, "This isn't fair to-,"

Wanda steps forward, her lips pressing against yours and stopping you from finishing that thought. You take in a deep breath, standing up straighter as you drop her hands. Arms wrap around her waist as her fingers grip your jacket roughly. Her lips move against you, not a small peck to keep up appearances. It's a deep kiss, rough. As if the world doesn't exist around you and for a moment, you truly forget it exists.

Her forehead rests against yours for a moment, the both of you slowing your breaths, "Are you going to stop now?"

Taking in a slow breath, you hum, "I'm sorry."

"I swear, I'll kiss you again," Wanda's fingers wrap around your jacket collar tighter but her voice is soft, almost like she's asking.

"She has to threaten you with kisses now?" Steve walks up, sharing a laugh with Wanda as he gives her a hug.

Bucky comes from the side and jabs your side but you restrain yourself from grabbing him in a headlock. But he can see it in your eyes, you'll be keeping count tonight and every time he pisses you off, he's buying a round tonight. He doesn't care and gives Wanda a tighter than necessary hug and purses his lips,

"You can threaten me with kisses, babes."

Wanda rolls her eyes as she shoves his face away but doesn't push him away completely. She snaps, holding out her hand as he gives her a confused look.

"Oh, do not start playing coy, Mr. Barnes." She unbuttons his jacket and slides the flask from the inside pocket. Giving it a shake to see how much is left, she holds it out to you, "Drink."

You scoff, pushing it away before prying eyes can see it, "What? There's an open bar literally right here,"

Wanda sighs, "It's your third cousin four times removed or something. You really think they bought the top shelf?"

You look over at the boys and they make an impressed face, nodding that she's completely right as they peek behind the bar. You grin, grasping the flask and take a sniff of the strong liquor hidden inside.

"You're amazing."

"I know," Wanda whispers and leans forwards, "Now drink."

You take a long swig. Shivering at how it slides down your throat and warms your body as you slam it back into Bucky's chest. Wanda shoos them away and waits for you to calm yourself down.

"You're going to be okay?"

Straightening out your back and broadening your shoulders, you take the tumbler of cheap whiskey she hands you as she holds her flute of champagne. You gaze around the thickened crowd and try to pick out familiar faces, remembering which ones to avoid and who to talk with.

"Don't let go of me," you whisper down into her ear as she settles into the crook of your arm.

You make your steps important as you head towards one person only. You don't want to have unimportant conversations with cousins that didn't matter. You needed people to remember you were here so you could leave earlier. Preferably before the cake was cut and the drunks got too drunk.

"Oh! Mother, you're here."

As you step to her, you wish that you hadn't come to her first now. Your father was probably preferable at this point. She's looking around in disgust and glances over at Wanda with a tight smile, "And where would I be? Spain?"

You clench your brows slightly, "No, I... I just tried to get a hold of you when we landed. And we did get here before you, I thought you would've checked the bouquets."

"I was very busy," your mother starts to walk away and you glance at Wanda. She pushes you forward to step in time with your mother, "Why is it so important where I am?"

You jog ahead of Wanda as she whispers to Bucky, "It's not. It's just a little odd, Mother."

"Well I'm here now, aren't I? So, it isn't odd," she looks at Wanda with a sigh, "The crest goes on the right side, not the left."

"Mother, it looks-,"

"And cotton tablecloths with folding chairs? What is this? In my day, people sat in real chairs."

You step in front of her, making her actually look at you and not at cotton tablecloths and cheap vases, "Hey, what's going on?"

Your mother sighs, playing with the lock on her clutch before she rests her eyes on your face, "I wanted your fiancee to be presented in a beautiful, elegant ballroom. God knows, your father already has enough ammo."

You raise your brows, "Fiancee? Mother, we haven't discussed anything."

"There's Elise," your Mother has a disgusted look on her face before she quickly forces a grin through, "I'm going to go have a talk with her about the proper height for a taper."

Wanda stands next to you, "Is it supposed to be on the left?"

Taking Wanda's hands before she tries to fix the crest in her hair, you let your fingers intertwine with a sigh, "No, she's just being picky. Pretty sure she shared some words with my father. And there are my aunts. They look especially excited to talk to you."

You wave slightly as Wanda turns wide-eyed, “Do not leave me with them.”

With a soft peck, you watch as one leaves the herd to come fetch her, “Family traditions, darling.”

Steve walks up beside you as you watch a helpless Wanda being practically dragged across the way. To be asked a billion questions about you and her. If you’ve finally popped the question, what kind of seat you got her on the flight and if you were sharing a bed at the hotel.

“How is she handling everything?” Steve sips on his drink as you slide a hand in your pocket and play with the small ring pouch.

You sigh, “As long as I can keep her from another experience with my father, I think she’ll make it out of all of this unscathed.”

He hums, “You do know he’s expecting a ‘hello’ tonight, right?”

“You his new pet?” you ask, not snappy or rude that he’s taken your place. But pity, you know the weight of the universe on Steve’s shoulders right now and you wish you could throw it all back at your father.

“Let’s just say,” Steve clears his throat as his eyes scan for Bucky, “you don’t get mentioned much anymore. You’re the lucky one. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you.

You let out a small laugh as he gives a wink and heads off into the crowd, thankful that he’ll try to get you through tonight without having to see that man. The last thing you wanted to do today was engage in a screaming match. And with how your mother is already ticked off, you can only imagine the foul mood he’s in right now.

For now, Wanda is trying to catch your eyes. Pleading for you to come save her and you quickly down the rest of your drink. Your aunts have practically circled her, not giving her an outlet and you shake your head. She’ll never know a moment's peace if she keeps up this charade.

Twisting your cummerbund, you start to make your way over to save Wanda. She doesn’t see you amongst the sea of hats and you step inside the circle, resting a hand on her waist.

“Hi, could you come with me? My cummerbund and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

“Speaking of the devil, totally helpless as always. Excuse me,” your aunts laugh at Wanda’s sass as you pull her away from the vultures.

Once you’re far enough away, Wanda steps in front of you and helps you fix the fabric. The aunts are no doubt still watching, “Oh, you saved me. I love you. I wanna get married to you.”

You roll your eyes, “I saw that look. Same one you had the night you ate a whole pie by yourself.”

“Ugh. I didn’t know talking about myself could be so exhausting.”

Before you can answer, your Mother pops up out of nowhere, shocking you as you step back. She rests her hand on your arm, “Y/N, have you seen your father?”

“I haven’t really been looking out for him.”

Your Mother sighs, “He promised me he’d be here by now,”

Your eyes glance over to Wanda, she’s already searching, “Hold on, you didn’t come together? Did you call him?”

“Yes, I called him,” your Mother snaps as you rest your hands in your pockets, “Of course, I called him. I wouldn’t go this long without calling him.”

She’s worried, panicking about where he might be. You know he likes to sneak off to smoke cigars and drink too much alcohol, the reception hasn’t even started yet. The amount of times you’ve had to go find him and drag him back to your mother, only to be reprimanded and belittled the whole walk over.

Wanda grabs your hand and brings you back to her, “Charles, he’s here.”

Both of you turn but you're the only one with a set jaw, glaring straight ahead as you watch him with a triple shot in his glass already.

"Oh Charles, where have you been?" your Mother walks over to him and you can see them starting a quiet argument.

Trying not to gather an audience but eyes are already locked on them. You choose not to be one of them and turn to look at Wanda.

“I can’t look. Are they arguing about the cloth tablecloths?”

Wanda glances over your shoulder, “No, no. They’re energetically practicing their interpretive dance for tonight.”

You sigh and Wanda’s hand slips in yours, “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go,”

And she doesn’t. Some part of her keeps a hold of you throughout the evening. Checking up on you with each tight laugh you let out and every new drink you got. Making sure you sipped on water and tried to get you to breathe deeply even with a stiff collar.

She collected up Steve and Bucky as the night continued on, knowing that strength was in numbers. If the aunts dragged her away again, she needed to make sure you were okay.

The four of you stayed together as much as possible. Thankfully, you had been sat together and you didn’t have to deal with unending questions about what your relationship with Wanda meant. What it meant for her to be wearing the family crest in her hair. What it meant for her to still be with you after all these months. What it meant to have the outline of a family heirloom in your pocket.

When Wanda saw you starting to get stressed after dinner, she’d grab your hand and drag you out to the dance floor and try to get you to loosen up. Being mixed in the crowd helped you both to stay away from family and just focus on each other, something you were hoping to do all night long, clinging to the hope that you knew would be ripped away from you sooner or later.

It was starting to grow later in the evening and the music was growing less classical as the older guests were leaving. You stepped aside for Wanda to dance with the boys as you quietly discussed some quick numbers with a cousin because work never truly stopped. Steve already had to exit the tent to make phone calls through the night.

“Excuse me!” A familiar sing song voice came from behind you as fingers wrapped up in your cummerbund and pulled you to her, “No working.”

You shrug and follow behind Wanda, grabbing her hand and spinning her out from you. She comes back to you, “When do we get out of here?” her hand rests in yours as the song starts to transition into something slower.

“I think we’ve avoided my father for as long as we can.”

Wanda nods and smooths back some of your hair, “Need me to do the talking?”

“Talking? You mean cussing him out,” you chuckle, saluting the boys and walking away as you hold onto Wanda’s hand.

But your confident steps falter when you see the burly man on the other side of the tent. You freeze, a sense of dread running through you. Wanda rubs her hands across your shoulders and tries to keep you grounded.

“There’s still time to propose,” she jokes as her chin rests on your shoulder, “Eyes are on us.”

You sigh, turning your head and pulling her closer to your side. Close enough for your lips to skim against hers and she presses against you for a quick peck.

A small promise that she’ll stand by your side. That she isn’t going anywhere without you. But a small part of you wishes she would. Wishes she would explode out in a fake breakup, to end all of this fake dating and escape a life of the same old, same old.

“Get this over with,” you mutter to her and you both walk up to what could possibly be the worst way to end this charade.

“These whiskeys all have multiple malts. This is exactly why they are a third cousin,”

“Just come sit down,” your Mother insists, tired from putting up with him all evening, “I think you’re being irrational.”

He lets out a huff, his face already burning red from all the alcohol he’s had, “I’m going to finish my drink.”

“You won’t be happy until you spoil everything for Y/N this evening, will you?” Your Mother bites her tongue from saying more as you stop behind your Father.

“Father,” you call out to him but he either pretends not to hear you or wants you to try again. You practically snarl out his name again, louder and sharper and gather the attention of more than just him.

“Ah, there you are. I’m surprised you aren’t still squabbling with those ruffians you call friends at that diner that serves roadkill.”

You sigh, can’t even make it one sentence with some fake pleasantries. Wanda grips your arm tightly, “We don’t serve roadkill at the diner.”

Your father’s smile tightens, “Well, good for you. And it seems you’re still keeping up the farce if she’s here.”

“The farce?” You say through grit teeth and Wanda keeps you attached to her side.

“You really expect me to believe this girl has fallen in love with you? You might have your mother fooled but I know you. And beyond that, you’re letting this floozy strut around with our family crest? For everyone to see?”

The pain on Wanda’s face is all it takes to finally snap you out of your obedient ways. You could stand there all day and let him belittle you and tell you how much of a disappointment you were to the family name. But to take Wanda’s name and throw it in the mud, you couldn’t stand by a second longer.

In fact, you lunge forward. Escaping Wanda’s grasp as you grip his tailored tux with a fury, listening to his drink fall and crash from his hand all over the floor. People gasp around you and Wanda tries to pull you back but you can feel the shaking anger through your veins.

“Enough! I have lived my life listening to your constant denigration! But you will not speak that way to Wanda. Do you understand me?”

You flick him away from you and towards the bar, his back smacking against the bartop. He looks around as he clears his throat, smoothing out his tux in front of prying eyes, “Do not continue making a fool of yourself. You have a social responsibility, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you rip your collar open, “I am so tired of hearing you say that!”

“And I am growing tiresome of your childish antics! People expect us to be at certain places and to do certain things! You are expected to do things for the company and that means not making a fool out of our name! Do you know what I am going through at work because of your stunt?”

You raise your arms, “Father, your whole life isn’t that damn company! The same way my world doesn’t revolve around destroying the company! You think I’m doing this to be petty? Fine, believe what you want because what can you do, Father? You’ll cut me from your inheritance? I don’t give a shit!”

There’s gasps among the crowd from your language but you give them all a look. You know they say worse at their little tea parties or golf tee times.

“Y/N, calm down.” Wanda presses against your back, trying to get you to walk with her.

“You know what, I’ll do you one better,” you snap at him, “I quit! I quit the business, I quit this goddamn family. Write me out of everything!” Your Father glances around as you step towards him, clenching your fists, “All I wanted from you was a ‘good job’, ‘I’m proud of you’. Are you even capable of saying those words?”

He stutters but composes himself quickly. Standing straighter and you let out a scoff, not knowing why you even gave him one last chance.

“I didn’t think so. Hey, you know what. Here’s something you’ll be proud of because you’ll have been right.”

Wanda grips your arm tighter as you take another step forward and lower your voice, “This thing between Wanda and I, you knew it right from the start didn’t you? That if I ‘lowered’ myself down to a waitress in a diner, I’d never come back to your damn legacy. Well, congratulations to you because we’re not dating!”

As you were talking, you didn’t notice a hand slip into your pocket. Dainty fingers you’ve come to find comfort in resting in your hand carefully sliding something on with a heavy weight.

“We’re engaged!” Wanda slides her arm from yours as you feel your eyes widen and heart drop to your stomach, watching her extend her hand. Your Father coughs and you watch him for the first time in your life lose composure. The sight sends a heavy breath through your slack jawed mouth. The old man is human and has fears and they’re all playing out in front of him.

An announcement for the first dance echoes out across the sea of murmurs and your father knows he needs to be close by for a speech.

“Do not move,” he growls, shooting daggers at Wanda as he glances around at the whispers growing around him.

“Good luck handling this scandal,” you whisper with a calm voice, Wanda’s hand slips in yours as you let out a sigh, “I’m sorry for the shock, Mother.”

She gives a look, unsurprised that you’d do that to cut your father’s legs out from under him but she gives you no words. She’ll call later tonight after he goes to sleep. You walk quickly with Wanda, practically shoving through the crowd as they try to lean in to see Wanda’s hand and the ring on her finger. You escape out of the tent and your stride grows long as you try to get to the valet.

“Are you alright?” Wanda whispers as you wait for your car and start to slowly unbutton your shirt

“Just don’t let go of me,” you whisper and her grip grows tighter on your arm.

Glancing over, she gives you a small grin, “I’ve got you.”

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A glowing phone is burned behind your eyelids as you open the door to your hotel suite. The words 'Congratulations' sent a cold weight through your chest as the email was celebrated for a silent and lonely second before Wanda switched off her phone. Switcher off her phone to make sure you are okay, to let you hold onto her hand as you stared steely out of the windshield.

Rubbing your forehead, you officially untuck your shirt and kick off your shoes, “Well, what’re you gonna do now?”

Wanda looks at you questioningly, “What do you mean? I’m getting us food.”

You pinch your nose, “Shit. I gotta look to see if I can get the rest of your money out.”

“Y/N?”

You quickly pull out your phone and swipe to your app, “He might not shut everything tonight because he’s drinking. But, shit.”

Wanda tries to grab your phone but you’re already turning away from her to get out of her grasp, “Have you seriously never thought that maybe I was doing this for more than money? I put up with this bullshit game that you call family time. I stood there silent like a trophy wife while you got berated when you weren’t like them. You really think I did everything for money?”

You stand there, knowing that if she stays, it will be this night on repeat until your father is gone from this world. Constant beratings and silent whispers amongst the family everytime Wanda is there for the holidays or events. As you watch her hold out her hands, waiting for you to speak, you realize your father was right.

Everytime you met with him, he’d start off with the same phrase each time, Cut the ties. You needed to cut all ties with her, “This was a mistake.” All ties, it was the only thing that would save her from this.

Wanda walks up to you, trying to hold you in place, “We have to have had some type of connection where you know I’m not about the money, Y/N. And I know that you’re not either.”

You shake your head, “I can fix this. I can still fix this,�� you tear the cummerbund off your waist, “I’ll come clean to them. Tell them what happened.”

“You’re not even listening to me,”

You groan, you’re listening but you’re trying to listen to your guilt more, “Wanda, this company is all I know. It was my first job and it was supposed to be my only.”

Wanda runs her hands through her hair, wanting to slap you, "You're not happy!"

“And I’ve been trying to get you to leave so you don’t have to live this! So you can be happy!”

“Y/N! I would’ve left after the Fourth of July bullshit but…” she waves you away, walking quickly from you as she picks up her dropped heels.

You watch her walk away, brows clenched as she disappears into her room. Your arm falls to your side,

“Why didn’t you?”

It’s a thick silence inside the suite and you stand there in silence, waiting for her to come back to you. You stand there, eyes glued to the doorway as you mull thoughts around your brain. Debating whether you should spill out the truth for her and let her decide where she wanted to go with everything.

Whether she would work with you or run away. Despite her saying she wasn’t about the money, you were still terrified. Terrified of the power she had over you and the pain you’d feel if you never saw those green eyes again.

After what feels like an eternity, she comes out with wavy auburn hair and her robe tied around her body. But she doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with a thousand words on her lips.

“You get mad that I don’t listen and now you’re not talking. I don’t know what you want from me!”

She groans out loudly, “You! I want you, you absolute fucking idiot! I’m in love with you!”

The words hit your ear as your phone hits the floor. You stare at her as your lips part with a rush of air that was supposed to be your response. Her eyes search for something inside of yours, but all you can do is stare in shock. Shock that she’d ever say those words to you. That maybe all of this time, you two could’ve ended all of this months ago.

“Yeah, you can save your breath. I should’ve just taken the damn money,” she mutters, going to the phone in the living room to order food as she continues about how you’re always right and she should just listen to you.

But the words are mumbled and distant by the time you hear them. You move forward, stepping with slow steps that speed up as you cross the room. Her fingers twist around the cord, unaware of you growing closer and you slam into her without warning.

She gasps as your arms wrap around her waist and yank her towards you. Surging forward, your lips find hers and they form against yours as perfectly as every other time. Your kiss is desperate, more desperate than it’s ever been. You turn her into the couch hard, nearly tipping her over as it scratches along the floor.

You barely notice though, her fingers running through your hair as you pull her so close into you that she leans with your body. Deepening the kiss as she sighs out, you realize everything you’ve ever dreamed was right here in your arms and you couldn’t fight it any longer. The world, in this sweet and quiet moment, only held the two of you.

You’re both breathing hard as you force yourself to release your lips from hers, foreheads pressed against one another. Keeping your eyes shut, her fingers travel along your back as you listen to a quiet hum come from her lips. You grin, running your thumb along her cheek and wrap your other arm around her tighter, never wanting to let her go. There’s a soft click and you hear footsteps but your grin never falters from the beautiful way her eyes shimmer just for you.

“We brought alcohol- oh shit!”

“I told you! I fucking knew it!”

A familiar voice cuts through the air and Wanda pushes you off of her, “Why the fuck is she here?” Wanda laughs and smacks your arm.

You grimace at the hard hit, no doubt all her pent up stress from having to deal with you, “She was supposed to surprise you. She was a bit upset that I didn't invite her to Greece.”

You pull Wanda back to you with a groan, watching the grin on her face as she sees how desperately you want her near, and nuzzle your face against her neck, “But I’m going to kill Bucky for ruining this,”

“And what’s he interrupting?” Wanda whispers,“We can continue right now,”

You raise your brows as you pick up your head, “Really? Right in front of them? Want to give them a show?”

She rolls her eyes as she turns in your arms, pressing her back against you, “You gave them the room key, pervert.” But she pulls your arms around her tighter and you breathe in sharply, listening to her quiet hum.

“Okay, we get it. Making up for lost time. We don’t need to see you two swapping spit.”

Pressing your lips against the side of her head, you sway lightly as you rest your chin on her shoulder with a grin, “Did Steve get out of the blast zone?” You knew he’d have the difficult process of handling the aftermath of you stepping down, handling all of that public relations hell.

Bucky bobs his head side to side, “Your father might be losing two of his best employees and one of his worst.”

Wanda turns in your arms as she pats your chest, “Look at you and all of your good deeds. I knew you were a good person,”

“Yeah. Like really, really deep inside,” Natasha takes a beer from the pack she’s carrying as you stick your tongue out.

Bucky walks up gingerly and holds out two bottles for you and Wanda, “So… what’re we celebrating? Escaping your father?” He glances back at Natasha and they both tilt their heads and bat their eyes, “True love?”

You chuck your bottle cap at him, “Neither. Wanda getting accepted into graduate school.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he widens his legs and his arms shoot up with his yells of excitement. He had helped Wanda practice for all of her interviews and essays when Nat was working. You can remember coming out from a meeting in your office, seeing the two of them talking out ideas and through his notes. He’s probably more excited about this than Wanda is. He wraps her up into a huge hug, bounding her around as he squeezes her tightly.

Natasha was by you, jumping out of Bucky’s bulldozing path. She wraps her arms around you in pure happiness before she makes a beeline towards them and gets right into the jumping hug filled with screams of congratulations. Her beer explodes out in foam but no one stops until their voices grow hoarse from yelling.

“We are totally raiding the kitchen now!” Nat pushes a reluctant Bucky towards the door before he can try to find shot glasses and gives the two of you a wink, “Bucky, do you think I should go back to being a redhead?”

He spins around, wide eyed and walking willingly now to leave the start of a party, “You’re a redhead?”

You sigh and wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist as the door clicks shut, grinning down at the confused look she still has on her face. She pokes your side with a shake of her head,

“How’d you know?”

You shrug, “Saw it in the car. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wanda bites against her lip, “I was seeing how you were handling being poor,”

“Oh, look at you. Already making jokes while I’m suffering,” you grin, watching her roll her eyes and flick your cheek, “So… you love me. Even now that I can’t buy you a baker’s dozen of islands?”

“Even more because you can’t. Those are thoughtless gifts,” she giggles as she kisses you but it’s cut short when you feel her lips turn down, “You know I have to leave the state, right?”

You nod, “I remember where you applied.”

She holds onto you tighter, “Come with me?”

You cock a brow but before she can let you talk she fills the split second of silence, “Hey, I don’t want to pressure you. I know that it’ll be the first time you’ve never had a safety net. But… I’ve seen how that safety net held you back from so many things. You… I guess I wonder if you’ve thought about what you need. Not what your family name needs.” She squeezes your hands, “You don’t have to decide anything now, okay? Just give it a thought. But if we want to do this long distance, we already did the faking it trial.”

Grinning, you place your hand gently on her mouth, “I was never faking it. And I’ve already decided… that we pack our bags right after we do some more kissing. Then,”

“Oh, there’s a then?” You press your lips against hers before she can say anymore and rile you up.

“Then we leave and kiss some more. That’s what I’ve decided.”

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck and her lips press against yours, proving that you’d never want any other lips on yours, “Well then, it’s a good thing I cashed those checks huh? Looks like I’ll be taking care of you,”

“Oh, I have other ways I can take care of you,” you wiggle your brows, taking her feet up from under her and carrying her towards the bedroom. She slaps at you to put her down but you keep walking.

“They’re going to be back with the food!” she warns you as you chuckle and drop her onto the bed and watch as her face lights up, “And then we can start making all those lovely noises so they leave it all for us.”

Leaning over her, you nod, “You are amazing, Wanda.”

“I know, darling. You aren’t so bad either.”

Opening your mouth to start a long train of comebacks, she grabs your collar and pulls you down, “Don’t ruin the moment. Just kiss me.”

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You chuckle, brushing a piece of Wanda's hair behind her ear as you rest your forehead on hers. Her hands grip your shirt tightly, breathing in slowly as she tries to hold herself together a moment longer. There's a tightness in your chest, her soft words still ringing in your ears and pulling a grin on your lips.

"Oh, I'm going to be in so much trouble," your lips brush against hers as she sighs up at you.

Wanda giggles quietly, "We can't use getting engaged as an excuse anymore. Two time limit."

You smile, opening your eyes and looking at those twinkling green eyes in front of you. The breeze rolls past you, sending a shiver through your body but you can barely notice. Only feeling the warmth that builds inside of your chest.

"When you lovebirds are ready, my nipples can cut glass."

You glare off to the side at Bucky, holding his little notecards with a tight grin and shiver. Wanda pats your cheek as she reaches behind her, whispering to her redheaded best friend. Turning, you hold out your hand and watch as Steve plops a ring that once held the entire weight of the world within its band, in your hand. You mouth a thank you as he gives a wink, watching you draw in a breath before you turn back around.

Holding up the band, Wanda looks at the glinting stone with an excited stare. Totally different from the scared stare she had three years ago.

"This was my grandmother's ring. It's yours now. And so am I."

Wanda draws in a shaky breath as you slide the band onto her finger, lining it up with her engagement band. Bucky leans forward and you groan but Wanda holds onto your hand,

"How much did Steve loan them for this ring?"

Wanda gives him a wink, which pulls another groan from you as she continues to talk to the online ordained man, 'Wouldn't need a loan if they sold one of their beach houses."

"Alright, read from those stupid notes there and let's finish this up," you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer to you, "so we can leave."

"What? I told Wanda we'd go check out that pub down the road."

You glance between Bucky and Wanda, leaning over to watch Natasha shrug with a tight grimace. Of course you wouldn't be getting your wife all to yourself just yet. You look at Wanda and she takes your hand from her waist.

"He really likes the fish and chips," you groan against her words as she yanks your finger to her. You glance down and watch her slide her personalized ring onto your finger, "Hey, you're mine now. And I'm yours. Forever. And we are going to celebrate."

Her arms wrap around your neck as she pulls you to her, lips smashing against each other. You breathe in sharply, deepening the kiss and accidentally pulling a moan from her lips as you grip her waist tighter.

Bucky chokes next to you, "You may now kiss the, forget it. Let's leave before they start doing it right here."

You smile against Wanda's lips, "We could be assholes and-,"

She pecks your lips, shimmering eyes looking up at you as her fingers run down your neck, "Don't even think about it."

Humming out, you press a soft kiss along her lips, "You're amazing, Wanda."

"You aren't so bad, either. Are you happy?"

You grin, "Don't let me go. And I'll be the happiest person in the world. With you... and Bucky, forever."

Wanda smiles at your laugh as you lean forward to seal your promise together once and for all.

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imtouchestarved · 4 months

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Spin-off#3

Girl talk! ><

"KYAAA! I knew it! I always knew it!" Mitsuri yelled as she jumped in place, splashing water everywhere. They were both in the hot springs at the swordsmith village. When (Y/n)'s sword got broken mid-battle, she went to the village for a new one when she unexpectedly met Mitsuri. The two were very happy to see each other again.

"D-don't make it sound like a big deal.." (Y/n) got embarrassed from Mitsuri's reaction about her and Kyojuro. "How can I not?! The way you both looked at each other before you got together made me want to scream from the top of my lungs! It was going to happen sooner or later." Mitsuri splashed more water on (Y/n) as she moved non-stop while talking enthusiastically.

(Y/n)'s face got even more red and she hugged her knees to her chest. "But lately, he's been acting kind of weird.." she admitted as she recalled why she felt the need to relax and head to the hot springs in hope to clear her mind. Mitsuri's bubbly behavior stopped as she heard the distress in her friend's voice. She slowly sat down next to (Y/n). "Why is that?" She questioned.

(Y/n) sighed and leaned back. "I don't even know. His behavior just seems..odd. in our short encounters, he doesn't say a lot. It always seems like something is weighing his mind. When I asked him about it, he just smiled nervously and said that he's tired. Though I can clearly see that he's feeling unfulfilled with something. Perhaps I'm just making him uncomfortable.." She finished her rant with another long sigh.

Mitsuri didn't respond for a while as she pondered (Y/n)'s words and analyzed Kyojuro's behavior. Just when (Y/n) lost hope that she will ever reply, she suddenly clicked her fingers as a huge grin spread on her face. "Got it!," she yelled, "The reason why he's acting like that, the reason why he seems unfulfilled, is because he wants to say the three big words!" She crossed her arms and raised her chin, feeling satisfied with her abilities.

(Y/n) tilted her head, not knowing what she was talking about. "The three big words..?" She asked.

"C'monnnn~ don't tell you don't know the three big words!!" Mitsuri turned to (Y/n) with her surprised expression.

When her friend shook her head in confusion, she sighed and started to explain. "You know..! The three big words that every couple has to say to each other eventually!" Under (Y/n)'s still puzzled expression, Mitsuri squealed as she realized she had to say them out loud for her to understand.

"The 'I love you'..!" She whispered in (Y/n)'s ear, her face immediately gotten red. "W-w-whaaatttt!!" She yelled as her eyes winded while shooking her head repeatedly. "Nonono! It's way too early for that! We've only been dating for-"

"Almost 5 months now!" Mitsuri completed her sentence. "And the most far you two went is a kiss! How slow can you guys possibly be!"

(Y/n) became even more red from the thoughts of going anywhere further than that. "And that's completely fine! Really now, you don't expect us to.." her stomach did a weird flip as she struggled to finish her sentence.

Mitsuri sighed. "Listen, I'm not judging you guys at all. It's reasonable to keep it slow. I'm just saying.. maybe Kyojuro-kun wants to take it a step further." She leaned back and played with the warm water, splashing a little on (Y/n) to try to get her attention, though the girl only buried her face within her palms as she whined.

"Now you made me all nervous. Just the thought of him saying it is making me feel like I'm going to burst! And after that.. we're going to take it a step further and..!!" She slowly slipped into the water in hope of hiding her very defined blush, leaving only the nose and up exposed.

Mitsuri stared at her flustered friend, trying not to giggle at how cute she looked. "Oh, come on," she wrapped her arms around her. "It's all going to be okay! Do you love him?" Her unexpected question made (Y/n) eyes to widen as she took her head out of the water.

"What kind of question is that?!" She raised her voice.

"Answer me, do you love him?"

(Y/n) ran away from her gaze and nodded slowly as the blush reappeared on her face. "Then you don't have a reason to worry. It will all happen when it needs to happen." She backed away from (Y/n) and let herself sink in the calming water around her. "You both are just so cute!! I'm starting to feel jealous!" She giggled.

"Ah, don't play dumb with me, Mitsuri." (Y/n) smirked slowly, suddenly realizing she can now tease her friend back. "What do you mean?" Mitsuri tilted her head, causing one of her braids to slip in the water. "I don't think that there's a single piller who's oblivious to you and Iguro," she giggled. "Well, except for Muichiro - Though I don't think he really counts."

Mitsuri immediately raised her upper body out of the water. She was so flustered that it seemed the blush even reached her neck. "WAS IT THAT OBVIOUS?!" She screamed, causing (Y/n) to flinch and cover her ears.

"Be quite..! Some people might be asleep!" (Y/n) scolded her, but Mitsuri didn't seem bothered at all. Heck, (Y/n) doubted she even heard what she said.

"I- I mean, we're not official yet.. though I think he's about to ask me the big question! Oh! and the other time.." she kept talking about him. And (Y/n) realized she won't stop soon. But she didn't mind. she listened carefully and asked questions, making Mitsuri talk faster and faster, obviously excited about finally sharing someone about her romance with the snake piller.

A/n: The next chapter might be a little spicy.. be prepared!!

(No smut tho, ofc!)

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wmuquinnfabray · 2 months

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BRING IT ON! 🏆

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CHEERIO MANDATORY TRY OUTS @wmu-hub LOCATION: WMU Auditorium TIME: 8:00am

"Good morning Coach Sue. It's good to be here. I'll get right into it so I don't waist your time, I know you need to get through the rest of the team. If you'd like my reasoning for wanting to be on the Cheerios that's pretty simple. Sure the attentions nice, and I'd be lying if I said the uniform didn't look amazing on me. But at the end of the day those are only bonuses, and I could easily give those up if necessary. The real reason I want on this team is because I want to win. And not just at some local level, no I want to take this team to the National Championships. I want to dominate, to crush anyone in our way and watch our team stand miles above the competition because we're just that good."

"I was raised to be a winner Coach Sue. The Fabray's don't just do things because we feel like it, or because we think it looks fun. An exemplary work ethic was pounded into me from a young age, and the idea of being lazy isn't something I'm capable of. We understand the need to win, we have an inner ferocity and drive that comes ingrained in our competitive nature. We've got it in spades Coach Sue. I've got it in spades."

"I've been a cheerleader since my Freshman year of High School. I lead my High School team to victory four years in a row, earning State and National Championships back to back. Just last year I was on your winning team. So hearing I was cut was quite the shock, but understanding you as a Coach I know that there's a reason. You only want the best, you want a team who is eager and willing to do whatever it takes to stay on the team. That meant there was no time to get caught up in feelings. 30 second cry session not included. No I needed to strap in and get ready to prove myself. So I'm here to show you that I have what it takes."

Without a moments hesitation Quinn turned towards the wide floor of cheer matts. What would normally be blue roll mats were the schools iconic red color. As her stark white cheer shoes stepped onto the floor the upbeat music began to fill the auditorium with a heavy beat and an enthusiastic tempo. In an instant her body was moving, the motions like second nature to her as she began to perform an amalgamation of the previous years routine combined with some of her own choreography. The motions were sharp and clean, each movement seamless as she transitioned over the floor to her starting place in the corner for her tumbling pass.

She was determined to show Coach Sue her versatility and strengths when it came to all aspects of cheer. Taking a deep breathe to calm her nerves before taking off, her feet driving off the ground as she began her tumbling pass. A front handspring, step out, round of backhand spring, step out, round off front punch, back handspring, step out, punch front, layout to double full. Her movements carried her from one corner of the large competition floor to the opposite and back again. Each new addition to the pass made it harder and harder, her moment never slowing though as she used each pass to fuel the proceeding one until with a finality she landed in her starting position.

Turning her head to the side Quinn nods towards her stunt group who had been waiting for her que like the good soldiers she'd trained them to be. They moved in a tight clean across the floor before getting into position. Another blur of tumbling as she did a back handspring landing in a hand stand within the confines of her bases. From there they did a pop through to the top where she pulled a heel stretch. Leg extended high along her body, toe pointed to the sky before she was quickly popped switching legs and immediately transitioning into a Scorpion. With an added flourish of pulling the position even higher to emphasize her flexibility she gave a wink before being tossed into the air for a double down. Her bases catching her cleanly before popping her out right as the music came to an end.

Holding stock still for a beat longer she breathes steadily through her nose. Not making any move to relax until it's clear that she has finished her routine. Another beat passed and soon her bases have exited to the hallway to await their own auditions, meanwhile Quinn moved forward to approach the front of the floor to stand at attention for the Coach. She was just about ready to ask if there was anything else Coach Sue might like to see before a thought came to her. Before she could think better of it, she spoke up. "Oh and as for the Co-Head position, I'm ready to fight for that spot. So put me in the ring Coach. I'll take on anyone for that right, even my own Sister."

#wmu hub #READY? LET'S GO!#it's kinda rambly and long so yes i'm hiding it behind a read more #strike throughs are private thoughts

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herzgeist-writes · 7 months

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Hii! I hope I'm not bother you but I just wanted to tell you that your friend hirsheyskisses suggested me to check your page and I love it! I'm a huge Law fan and i really love how you write about him! I find it so canon like 🥺✨️

If you don't mind i have a request for you, but only if you have time and if you're not already working on other things of course!

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 3.2k | Warnings: suggestive, slightly possessive Law, a hint of angst

Synopsis: After the Heart Pirates met up with the Straw Hats, the journey once more embarks, roaming the wonderous lands of Wano Kuni. The nights however grow colder from each day passing and the two joined forced decided to take rest at an onsen they happend to cross in the majestic mountains surrounding the flower capital. You decided to let yourself go and enjoy a relaxing evening in the hot springs. Turns out your ally, the Surgeon, had the same idea and 'vaguely' shows his interest in you.

A/N: A little 'from fluff to spice' OneShot for dear Kurage to enjoy! Thank you for your request, that was a delight to write! Really hope you like it ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

You sneeze. The cold of night got the better of you. Shivering, you rub your arms in attempt to keep yourself warm, but in vain. Usopp walks up beside you and tilts his head in concern: "Woah there! Want my jacket? You don't look so good." - "Thanks Usopp, I'm go-" Another sneeze interrupts you mid-sentence, leaving you disgruntled.

The curly hair hands over a tissue to you, giving you an ecouraging pat on your back. It helps for perhaps five minutes, until you hear Trafalgar call out to the group, that the next upcoming village is two hours footwalk in distance.

Completely knackered, your shoulders drop to that annoucement and you stop in place to take a breather. The others walk the path without noticing your backlash, growing smaller the more further they go. Yet only one person realises your absence, Sanji.

Practically running back to you, he shows his overdramatic worry for your fatigue: "(Y/n) my sweet! Are you alright?" As a reply, you smile meakly at him, thanking him for his kindness. Offering his arm for support, you gladly hook yours onto it.

After you catch up with everyone again, the man leading the group at front, gazes at you over his shoulder. Law, it appears, isn't very pleased with how the cook snuggles up against you, obviously courting you and boasting with his chivalry. Why does the sudden urge to swap that delusional blonde's heart with a slimey green old toad grow so vacant in his mind? Well, the Surgeon was rather close in doing so, but decided not to in the end.

"Ow guys! Check this out!", Franky calls and points at a wooden pathfinder, indicating a way up the mountains. Usopp reads out aloud: "To the Glowing Petal Onsen." Doesn't that sound inviting? A break in a warm and relaxing onsen would be a perfect opportunity to regain your energy again.

Luckily, it's only a thirty minutes hike up the makeshift cobblestone stairs. "Oi Tora-o, we've been marching for hours now. Wouldn't it be better to take a break and continue tomorrow morning?", Sanji turns to Law, still aiding you to walk steadily on your wobbly legs. The aloof man recognises the weariness in everybody, especially you, and agrees to the cook's term.

"We'll head to the capital, first thing in the morning. Let's rest to gather our strength.", your ally states, taking the stairs to the mysterious onsen. The others follow suit, including Sanji and you in tow. Tired, you hum with high hopes: "Can't wait to take a warm bath tonight!" - "You deserve it my dear! If only I could prepare a meal for you, I promise I could have made you feel better!"

The man beside you pouts and inches closer to you, helping you step up each uneven level. Wano Kuni is even more breathtaking from this height, a display of majestic mountains, an omnious city glowing in the valley's midst and the stars shining above, adorning the scene graciously.

The higher you go, the colder it gets. Not something you anticipate to say the least, but the onsen shouldn't be all too far away now. Hearing Usopp shout, he waves at you from afar: "Guys! I can see the hot springs! We're almost there!" About to approve is ignition with a content cheer, your knees give in due to a loose cobblestone beneath your feet and you tumble, face foward.

Ready for impact, you squeeze your eyes shut. Though you await pain in the next upcoming second, it doesn't happen to your wonder. Tender hands around your waist hold you in place, for the cook has caught you just in time: "Be careful my love, you're already in bad shape." - "I- thank you, Sanji."

It's the faint blush spreading over your cheeks, that lets him hum in delight, little rose coloured hearts practically visible above his head. You are aware, this man is utterly infatuated with every woman he sees, however you appreciate his courteous manners, yet not in all situations. At times they are driven to excess to your dismay.

Law attends you a few steps further, shooting an uplifted gaze at the blonde next to you: "Don't fall too far behind. I'd rather arrive before sunrise." This tells you he must have witnessed your slip a few moments ago. How embarrassing. Only one long stairway left, you proceed to the greatly awaited warm waters.

At first glance, the establishment insinuates to better leave this place, for the cottage's facade crumbles and peels off and the windows are bleak and damp. The rest however, a garden greets you with a wondrous diversity of flora and a water fountain splashes timidly by the entrance. In it's basin swim a dozen colourful and dazzling koi fish, floating towards you in curiousity, as soon as you walk past their pool.

All of you contemplate the view for a split second, fore you enter the remarkable hut. Following behind Sanji, a hefty grip hinders you mid-way, it's nobody else than the Surgeon, holding onto your wrist. You look up at the tall man. As he speaks, he lets you go: "I told you to wear warmer clothes. Do you even listen when I talk to you, (Y/n)-ya?"

The corners of your mouth tug upwards by hearing a trace of compassion in his voice. It pulls on your heartstrings, to think a haughty supernova like him cares about you. "Perhaps I forgot my jacket on purpose," the words purr out of you, a soft smile grazes your cherry lips as you brush your fingertips over his black lined chest, "to meet my favorite doctor again tonight, one on one."

Too proud to shy away from your silken fingers, gliding over his bare torso, he shudders, defying your appeal, yet futile. Enticed, he watches you walk up to the building. Almost inside, you look over your shoulder to enjoy how you achieved the utmost impossible, the Captain of the Heart pirates is flustered, shielding off the red radiance on his face with the brim of his hat.

With you finally gone, Law mutters to himself, shaking his head to your despicable behaviour: "That's what I get for letting my guard down. This woman . ." Don't get him wrong, his heart, just as much as his thoughts are racing, occupied with you and your irritating cuteness. What a nuisance.

The evening phases out calmly. Everyone obtained a room to sleep in and enjoys a relaxing bath in the hot springs at the back, soaking in the marvelous view. In all it's might and glory, the flower capital towers up in the plains below, close yet so far it seems. Lanterns in all colours and sizes enlighten the area around you, unrhythmic flickers of the flames warming up the already gorgeous ambience.

After you washed and wrapped yourself up in a comfortable white towel, you dunk a toe into the steaming water in the stone basin. Slow and steady you sink in and a low sigh escapes you by the hot sensation crawling up your body. Lucky for you, there are no other women visiting the onsen, so you are all by yourself.

The neighboring springs however are fully settled, reserved for men, quite obvious, as you hear Franky and Usopp bickering for utterly ridiculous reasons: "Oh my god, Franky! Can't you wear something more decent?" - "Watcha talkin' about, this is trendy!"

It tickles you, listening to those oafs. Leaning at the pool's edge to fully induldge the picture underneath, you feel your eyelids growing heavier with each deep inhale, becoming drowsy and completely unwinded. This is where you nod off quietly, your breath calm and even.

Reluctantly, Law puts his hat aside, storing it in a locker and heads over to the washing rooms with a white towel in hand. Grumbling something incohorrently, while scratching the back of his neck, he promptly reconsiders his choice of how to spend his evening very quickly. Recognising Sanji, sitting on one of the bathing stools, he opts to leave immediately, but it's too late. The cook greets him with an indifferent: "Tora-o."

Mirroring the blonde with a condescending: "Black-Leg-ya", Law takes a seat beside him, deftly ignoring the dark aura emitting from the Straw Hat. As if it takes his ultimate focus to clean his hands, the Surgeon fixates on the towel scrubbing his skin, avoiding Sanji at all costs, who stares Trafalgar down unrelentlessly. "If you dare to put your filthy grabbers on my sweet (Y/n), I'll stamp a boot mark on your oblivious male nurse's ass!" - "Can't you see I'm cleaning them at the moment? And dare I say they are capable of far more than just to 'grab'."

Outraged, the cook gets off his seat and towers over Law, who throws a cunning sneer at the now fuming man standing next to him. Thus the doctor speaks: "Listen, not that it should concern you, but if my knowledge about urology doesn't abandon me, you should check out your-" - "Oh go to hell, Tora-o! Just don't touch (Y/n) you creep! That's all I'm saying." Storming out the washrooms, Sanji slams the door shut behind him, leaving the supernova chuckling inwardly in triumph.

One of the oldest tricks in the book for Law. Nobody likes their health issues pointed out, especially men with a certain 'ego'. Finally alone, the Surgeon carries on with the clean up and drops by the hot springs, intending to ease the tension of his sore muscles.

On the way, he meets Franky, with Usopp in tow, apparently both of them are finished with their soak: "Oi Tora-o, you're late to the party." - "I prefer to settle in for the night by myself, Robo-ya." Respecting his space, the two Straw Hats wish him a good night and head off to their rooms. They're not always as troublesome as Law thought them to be, it is refreshing and reassuring to know.

The host, an old lady enters the women's hot springs, checking in on you: "Don't fall asleep on me, dearie! I'm not a trained life guard you know." She jests, snickering while tiding up the area. Torn out of your nap you yawn, assuring her with bashful grin. As the friendly woman leaves again, you stretch and shuffle in place, the ripples of the hot water tickling your skin.

Peace and quiet welcomes the exhausted doctor, inviting him over to the basin. Truly, the sight is mesmerizing, the cold of night visible due to the thick steam wafting over the waters. This wasn't such a bad idea, Law admitted.

Voices from the other side of the wooden fence catch his attention. It's the hostess and you. Interesting. Until he realises, that you're alone again, he hears your sighs of relief and water splashing only meters away from him. You are close.

Trafalgar recalls you saying, or better implying, that you'd like to see your 'favorite doctor' again tonight. One on one. As a matter of fact, he'd be lying, if he wouldn't want to see you on a lovely night like this as well. Hence, his loosend hand hovers before him from his stretched out arm, air whirling underneath his palm. 'Room' uttered in a low manner, follows his bidding and the light blue globe expands.

Back to snoozing, your eyes heavy and fluttered shut, you feel odd for some reason, the air shifts and the water splatters around you. You look up, only to find yourself seated in a different position, but the view is, almost, all the same. The stones of the pool took another shape and there are other plants surrounding the place.

Hold on. Spinning around you see Law standing at the springs edge, with only a white towel hanging loosely from his hips. Utterly dumbfounded you let of a tiny squeak and turn back around, believing this is presumably just a fever dream. Are you actually catching a cold? Your palm slams onto your forehead, trying to approve your thesis, however it could be arguable, if it's a fever or fluster heating you up from within.

Once more you face the other way, only to find yourself caged in from two long arms on each of your sides, propped against the stones. A broad and tattooed chest straight in your face, a deep chuckle emitting from it: "There I thought I'll have to drag your sorry behind to the springs myself. At least you know, what you have to do against an incoming cold, I'm proud of you." - "Spare me your hipocrisy, Trafalgar."

Not able to move, you stare into those steel grey eyes, which narrow at you. If it weren't for you, you'd say there is a hint of fervor hiding in his gaze, but that might only be your wishful thinking. Despite that, his face inches terribly close to yours, contradicting your recent theory. Law huffs in amusement: "I believe you wanted to see me, yet you seem perfectly fine. Want me to reschedule our little one on one?"

"Wasn't it you, who warped me over here? If you ask me, it's YOU who wanted to see me.", you give this tall figure a shove, to grant yourself some space to breathe. In response he hums sheepishly, teasing you to his heart's content. There is no need to counter your sassy backtalk, for Law drowns in your adorable demeanor, fully self assured he is the one calling the shots. He sits beside you, resting an ellbow on the edge of the pool and takes in the picturesque scenery.

You do the same, supporting your head by cupping your cheeks in your palms, on propped up arms. It is hard to stay quiet, the silence enhancing your nervosity, coming to realise who you're seated next to, practically naked. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", you mutter, stuck in your absentmindedness. Looking at you from the side, the corner of his lip turns upwards, hiding his truth from you with a wary 'Indeed'.

Though he doesn't face you, he adores your beauty, as much as he can muster, not wanting to discomfort you by all means. Nonetheless, he curses you and your womanly charms, as he occassionally sees your body unfold in ways he only dares to dream about, and even those are kept at strict limits.

Subtly, he shifts closer to you and his hand glides up your spine, pressing you into his frame. As you turn to him, you are met with a pair of hazed eyes. The water ripples strongly from the forceful pull. "What are you doing?", you question his sudden approach and his gaze switches between your lips and your deep e/c irises: "When the alliance between us ends, all of this . . you and I . . it simply cannot be anymore. But I fear I cannot accept it so easily."

The heart in your chest beats rapidly, competing a marathon. He is close, so much so you can feel his warm breath on your now shivering skin. Gently, his large hand drifts up and down your back, highly pensive, motioning you to listen to his vulnerable thoughts. Again, he draws you nearer, his cheek nuzzling against yours: "I can't bear the thought of you being with another. Though I . ." Law swallows the upcoming words, uncertain if he should proceed.

He trusts you to the fullest and the emotions you coax out of him are nothing but new and extraordinary to him. Giving it another go, he continues: "Though I cannot call you mine-" Interrupted by your hand on his jaw, your lips brush faintly against his as you straighten yourself to face him. It silences him and his worries, for you understand where he intends to direct this conversation.

"But I am already yours, Law.", you mumble into the kiss, letting your desire guide your hands along his neck and up his damp raven hair. Insecurity lets the man before you tremble, yet slowly but surely confidence grows, now fully comprehending the situation. Hitched breath brings his chest to heave irregularly and a sigh of relief escapes him in between lip locks.

His tongue finds a way through your puckered lips, longing to intensify and deepen your roiling passion for eachother. In a swift motion, you entangle you leg over his thigh, craving his closeness and warmth. Law fails to keep in a needy whimper as you accidentally glide over his arousal, animating you to encourage him further with your own lustfilled moans and whispers of sweet nothings.

Now straddling his lap, your fingers play with his golden earrings, rattling from the fine touches of your tips. Breaking the fervency, the doctor coos: "We are on mutual terms, if I'm not mistaken. Glad you agree with me." - "A simple 'I love you' will suffice, you arrogant fool . ." His low rumble reverberates through your body, the both of you smile into the kiss, drunk on eachothers love.

And for a moment you freeze up, as he pulls away for a second, staring deeply into your eyes before induldging himself into you again: "I adore you." Those words were barebly audible, setting your heart ablaze. Down and down you go, into the pit of lust and yearning, but the slam of a wooden door makes you shoot up immediately, straightening your posture and hopping off his lap.

If anyone ever witnessed this, they would have told you this could have been straight out of a romance novel. However, the one who actually spectates the scenario before him, can't believe his eyes. "Oh great heavens (Y-Y/n) what are you doi- TORA-O! HANDS OFF MY PRINCESS! You . . you-", it is Sanji, who loses his mind, catching you red handed, or rather red footed, as his leg begins to burn up in a bright red flame, about to attack the Surgeon. Law takes a stand before you, shielding you from the peering gawks of the perverted cook. "Are you blind? Not only my hands, my lips were on her as well. You should get your eyes checked, Black-Leg-ya.", provoking Sanji with his trademark smirk, he prepares his fighting stance, ready to defend any incoming rash assaults.

"I'll grind you to dust!", you hear your fellow Straw Hat yell at your lover. Trafalgar looks over his shoulder and reassures you with a mellow expression: "I apologize, but there is something I must clarify first with this dumbass. We will continue our little 'one on one' session another time, my heart."

The world changes around you, finding yourself in the women's hot springs again. You are overwhelmed by his genuine care and tenderness towards you, seeing those steel orbs soften, as soon as you enter the frame. Love incites your every fibre, hiding your face in your palms and squealing out of sheer disbelief.

Besides you having a heart attack, war breaks lose on the other side of the fence, hearing Sanji throw evil curses at Law, who deftly counters in sarcastic comments and arrogant notes.

What a night. Nonetheless you can't help but ponder, what would have happend if you weren't disturbed by Sanji? Oh what a night this could have been. And perhaps your darling doctor is devoted to continue where you left off?

Better be prepared, the nights in Wano Kuni grow colder with each day passing.

#one piece #one piece law #one piece trafalgar law #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #law x female reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #slightly suggestive #light angst #possessive behaviour #+18 #one piece request #one piece requests #Wano Kuni Nights

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STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY

DAYTONA BEACH, FL

SPRING 1990

Daytona Beach, Florida. That's where we are currently at right now. Corroded Coffin has been number one of the charts for months. They had no problem booking places for concerts, which meant the tour continued. We did, however, have winter off. They guys were able to spend time with their families. Eddie and I hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas for the band and their families. Then Eddie had the bright idea to have a New Years party.

People we didn't even know showed up. The music was too loud, people were drinking heavily, and someone also brought drugs. Eddie and I had a huge fight after I caught him sitting on the couch with a few guys doing lines of cocaine. "It was just one hit, babe! It's nothing!" I ended up locking him out of our bedroom that night and found him and a bunch of other people sleeping downstairs. The house had been trashed inside and out.

Daytona Beach was their first stop. The tour was only going to be four weeks long, and then they were going to focus on making a new album. They had a bunch of interviews lined up for various talk shows and even MTV again. Some of those interviews would be taking place in between concerts. Vick, the band's managers, was also trying to set up so they could do a tour in Europe.

The partying never stopped though, and of course, with it being spring break, that's all they would be doing while we were here for two days. Today is Friday, and we just arrived at the hotel. I wanted nothing more than to get up to the room and sleep. Fans were posted outside the hotel screaming and crying. They begged for autographs, which some of them got. Eddie was always more than happy to give an adoring fan his autograph. I would normally stay by his side, smiling from how proud I was of him and the guys. But not tonight. Tonight, I just kept walking, Jay was right beside me, making sure no one touched me.

I'm the daughter of a rockstar, and a lot of people recognized me because of that. But now I'm the girlfriend of a rockstar. Girls were now jealous of that. They were jealous that I got to be with Eddie. Some of them loved us as a couple, and then some of them hated it, which meant they hated me. I've gotten dirty looks, and I've been spit on by jealous fans. Jay was always there to make sure they didn't get too close, though.

Once inside, Jay took care of checking us in and then led me up to the room. It was like any other room we've stayed in. A big suit. There was a living area, a small kitchen, and a bar. Then there was a door that connected to the bedroom where there was an ensuite bathroom. On the other side of the living room, space was another door with a smaller room and bathroom. That's where Jay would sleep. I never wanted him too far away. "You could have brought Anna along."

Anna was his wife. She also used to be my nanny. She was the sweetest woman I've ever met. She was short, probably about five-two, and petite, but very feisty. Jay was six-five with broad shoulders and huge arms. He was a fucking giant compared to Anna. But they bonded over the years when I was little. "She might join us later," he told me. I smiled at him and looked around the room.

"I'm going to take a nice long hot bath and then just relax for the rest of the night. You're free to do whatever it is you do." He smiled and nodded his head. I grabbed my bag, went into the bedroom, set it down, and headed for the ensuite bathroom. I walked over to the rub and turned the hot water on. They had lavender bath oil sitting on the counter so I put a little bit of that in there. When I stepped in and sank into the hot water the tension in my body slowly disappeared.

"Sweetheart!" I sighed and sank deeper into the water. I could hear him and Jay talking now. A short while later, the bathroom door opened and then closed again. "There you are. Why didn't you wait? I went to grab your hand, and you weren't there." I sighed, closing my eyes, and resting my head back. "I didn't feel like being spit on, having my hair pulled, or seeing the dirty looks your fans give me. I don't need to be there, Eddie."

"My fans love you. They wouldn't do that. You're being dramatic," He said. My eyes flew open and I looked at him. "Are you fucking blind? I've been spat on multiple times, I've had my hair pulled, and I've had some very unkind words screamed at me. But you're too busy soaking up the fame to notice. Just like you're too busy to notice that I'm not happy anymore!" I stood up, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, and pushed past him.

"That is such bullshit! You're just jealous that when I'm with my fans, all my attention is on them and not you! Little miss attention whore. Always need to be up my ass about everything!" I just stood there staring at me in disbelief. He didn't even notice because he was too busy ranting. "Bitch about me partying, drinking, smoking some weed here and there. God forbid some girl flirts with me! I could have any bitch I wanted, but I'm here with you! You should be fucking grateful!"

"Wow. Okay, well, don't worry about my jealous, clingy, ass being at the concert tomorrow night. You can go out and party, drink, get high, and I guess fuck who you want. You know seeing that I'm just a nuisance to you!" He threw up his hands and groaned. "You know what? I'm going out to the club with the guys tonight. Don't wait up!" He stormed past me and walked out the door.

I took a deep breath in and tried to stop the tears from coming. "Yn, are you alright?" I turned to look at Jay. Nothing needed to be said for him to grab the robe in the closet and rush over to me. He wrapped it around me and caught me as I sank to the floor. Eddie and I have fought plenty as of late, but nothing was ever as bad as this.

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JUNE MY BELOVED HOW ARE YOU DOING

OH ELLIE!! MY DEAR!!! i'm doing so well. today was a special day and i do hope you won't mind my rambling.

up here in canada we've been having a dreadfully strange winter, and i've been yearning for rain and spring. after three months of snow and huge temperature fluctuations, finally, today, we got rain. and i hadn't even seen it in the forecast, but my boyfriend and i were leaving the bookstore we had visited (for the sheer enjoyment of the pretty displays and public piano) and he said he thought it was going to rain.

i asked him if he was okay with a detour. he seemed intrigued, and i assured him that it was not going to be a pretty detour, but a detour nonetheless. he agreed and voiced his curiosity. we drove for a few minutes to a park on the outskirts of town—neither of us grew up in this city, and so it was new to him and hard to remember directions to for me. we pulled in and stepped out into the slush of the parking lot.

we had only just made it to the entrance to the path when we noticed the rain had begun. i turned to him, and asked him if he wanted to turn back. he shook his head. we kept on.

my makeup ran, and our coats were soaked, and our feet grew cold. our hands, too—but we held onto each other. as we reached the halfway point of the loop, we slowed to admire the rain and the slush and the naked trees and birdsong and each other. i took my (wet) glasses off, tilted my face back, and let the rain swallow my sensation. after a few moments, my boyfriend kissed me, and we kept on.

i've never been kissed in the rain before. maybe i've been kissed when it's been sprinkling, and i've dreamt about it plenty of times. all i can think is that the little, hopeless, sophomore june, three years ago, would have had weak knees at the experience, no different than i.

i've often thought that my truest self has rain careening over their face. right there, in that moment—i was freezing, damp, uncomfortable, oh-so-alive. and there, not alone for a change, i was admired as myself.

no, it really was not a pretty detour. not unless you find beauty in grey skies, in wet socks, in running mascara and cold lips and aching grip. not unless you find beauty in keeping on when the rain comes.

#june's asks #ellie my beloved #i saw this ask while deep in my feels #i want to know how you're doing today #was there anything lovely for you today?#anything not so lovely?#tell <3 #reggies-eyeliner's input #music be the june of love #writeblr #journaling

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4x03 Review

After the lightness of last week's episode, "Lessons From The Gift Shop" definitely didn't pull any punches. I hardly even know what to talk about first so I'm just going to go in the order of which plots are sticking in my mind the most.

First up, our first major Cordri conflict of the season!

We start off with Cordell talking to Liam and Trey about possible next steps with Geri. The last time he took the "I love you" step was with Emily and things are very different now than they were in high school. He doesn't know how to express that and he gets more advice than he really asked for, but agrees with the idea of giving Geri a drawer at his house.

Side note: I adored Liam and Trey saying "I love you" to each other but I was also on Cordell's side here. It's never that simple!

Later, he shows Geri the drawer he emptied in his dresser and, after some initial awkwardness, she graciously accepts it and even offers to clean up the things he was previously keeping in the drawer. He decides to trust her judgement and leaves her to it- a decision he questions later when he returns to find out she donated a shirt that Emily got him during a spring break trip.

While Cordell is, understandably, upset about this, Abby gives her special brand of two cents. It's not wrong for him to be sentimental about the shirt and what it meant between him and Emily but it being gone doesn't change the memories. Geri may not have been in the right to donate it without asking first, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about him or their past with Emily. Sometimes you just have to let things go and move on.

Side note: This was a very good scene but in the moment I was too busy being mad with Cordell to really appreciate it XD

Later, at the fundraiser, Cordell approaches Geri to apologize for how he acted earlier and she apologizes for messing up. We also found out the mug he broke earlier in the season was Hoyt's and he's extremely apologetic about it, even fixing it later in the episode.

We also got the moment we've all been waiting for: Cordell telling Geri he loves her <3. A bumpy road to get here but it was all worth it.

Next, let's talk about probably the biggest part of this episode: the return of Sadie and the escalation of everything with Stella.

We start of with a flashback giving us confirmation that Sadie was the one that led the charge on lying about knowing Witt. I can't help but feel like there's a lot more she's not telling Stella, but we'll have to wait to see about that.

Next, Stella wakes up to Sadie pounding on her door. It seems she's finally answered all of Stella's missed calls and she's not happy about it. Stella is, understandably, freaking out about the writing she found on her window. Sadie is more than willing to chalk it up to coincidence and nonsense and even erases it to stop Stella from calling the detective that was investigating the case. Which only serves to annoy Stella further as she finally starts taking the reins in this situation, forcing Sadie to realize that there may be more too this. Whatever they thought about the break-in at the time, it's becoming clear that things are getting serious now. Sadie only gets on board when they find Stella's car doused in gasoline with a picture of Witt and a pack of matches on the dashboard but she's willing to listen to Stella after that.

While Stella hits a roadblock talking to campus security, Sadie finds a lead on who Witt's "Uncle Mike" might be. Both girls are ready to investigate but Stella has to attend the fundraiser at Ranger HQ or her family will be concerned. Sadie tags along to try to keep things normal and they do- mostly.

Side note: I did squeal at Sadie and Geri's reunion and mad props to Geri for realizing something was up between those two.

Later, both girls are feeling a little better about their situation- only to have their world come to a stop when none other than Witt pops up in the backseat of the mustang. Things are definitely not over.

Onto a happier plotline, let's talk about Cassie and Liam's storage locker adventure.

It's time for Cassie to finish moving in to Geri's house, but first she needs to clear through some of the mess Ben's been keeping in storage for her. While she doesn't seem ready to part with most of it, as unnecessary as most of it is, some gentle prodding from Liam about getting ready for a more stable future gets her on board eventually.

Side note: I agree with Cassie about those DVDs. Never let them go!!!!

In the meantime, Liam is worried about Stella- and also about the fact that Cordell isn't listening to him about Stella. He wants Stella to try therapy but she won't do it on her own and Cordell won't join Liam in strong-arming her into it. But, as Cassie said, what worked for Liam might not necessarily be right for Stella and she's gotta figure that out on her own.

Later, at Ranger HQ, Cassie's gotten rid of most of what she doesn't need from the storage locker with many things prepped to be donated later in the week. She then spends part of her night shift decorating her desk while Cordell and Trey brood over the Jackal case- which it's finally time for her to be let in on. Let's hope her FBI connections are willing to work behind a ranger captain's back.

Side side note: I'm glad Liam got his nametag keychain. He deserves it.

Next, let's talk about August's stint in bootcamp.

Leading up to this episode, I speculated over what the synopsis meant when they said bootcamp didn't go the way August thought. I thought it would either be August getting a funny comeuppance or him having a serious think about if the military was right for him and his future. Somehow this episode managed to give us both.

We start off with August beign very cocky about bootcamp. He shows up late, calls Trey "dude" and isn't super accepting of the consequences of those actions. He does put in the work during training and talks to Trey after to apologize and see what he can do to be better.

Trey gives him a pretty motivational speech and explains that while August is good at working on his own, he needs to start getting better at working as a team, especially if he's serious about going to the military. He would be going into very dangerous situations where a lot of people are counting on him to be on time and know what he's doing. Trey's confident that he can do it, he just needs to practice at it like everything else.

Unfortunately, August takes this advice a little too seriously and decides to dedicate himself fully to his military dreams by getting rid of all "distractions" in his room at the fundraiser later in the episode. This includes pretty much everything he had in his room related to music, including his piano, some speakers, and a collection of records. Abby, Bonham, and Trey are all understandably worried when they see this. Trey does speak up and assure August that he can learn to work as a team while still keeping the parts of himself that make him an individual, but it's after August has given up a lot.

It really does seem like August's military hopes are largely born out of wanting his family to love be proud of him again and I can only hope he finds a proper reason to go that route if he doesn't back out altogether.

With an episode like that, it's no wonder I left with more questions than answers. What is Sadie hiding? Where has she been hiding all this time? Will her relationship with Witt protect her and Stella? What's next for Cordell and Geri? Will Cassi's FBI connections help Walker and Trey keep James out of the loop? Will August figure out what he wants before it's time to make that serious committment?

Hopefully we'll get some answers next week!

#walker #walker spoilers #walker review #s04e03 #lessons from the gift shop

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alj4890 · 1 year

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The Green-Eyed Monster

(Ethan Ramsey x OC* Sophie Triano) in a Choices Open Heart drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge: with the prompt: a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

Rating: PG for some language and heated fluff

A/N thanks @hopelessromantic1352 for choosing the couple for this kiss prompt 😂 It let me delve more into exploring how these two would react when jealous.

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @choices-readerandlover @annfg8 @jerzwriter @trappedinfanfiction

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The windows of Leland Bloom's mansion sparkled in the darkness. Lights all along the bottom floor glowed, beckoning one to join in on the festivities currently underway. Couples mingled outside as they slowly made their way into the stately home.

Sophie was more than looking forward to attending the event. It was the first time she was going as Ethan's date. She'd met some of the doctors he worked with at Donahue's, but tonight marked the point where she was being officially shown off as his significant other.

Ethan wasn't particularly looking forward to going, even with the pleasure of Sophie's company. He barely tolerated Leland Bloom and to be stuck for evening in the man's home was too much to contemplate.

Sophie squeezed his arm as they ascended the front steps.

He glanced down at her in question.

"I'm excited." She whispered.

"Over what?"

"Everything!" She smiled up at him. "Being with you, this party, seeing how billionaires spend their money."

Ethan snorted. "I don't know about the last two, but it is nice to spend an evening with you."

She beamed at him. "We've been working so many late nights lately." She rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I've missed you."

Ethan slipped his arm around her, drawing her close. "I'm willing to take you back to my place and make up for all the absences."

Sophie's smile turned sultry. "I'm going to hold you to that."

Her eyes traveled down his body. "But first, I'm ready to see what an Edenbrook party is like."

Ethan rolled his eyes as he followed her inside. "Trust me. It isn't anything special."

"I'll be the judge of that." She teased.

Her eyes darted here and there, taking in everything.

"Should we go to the bar or the buffet first?" He asked.

Sophie snorted softly at the sound of resignation in his voice.

"The bar. Something tells me you're going to need something to help you get through the next few hours."

Ethan's lips curved.

"You know me so well."

Sophie tugged him into a quick kiss.

Ethan's hands lingered on her waist.

"Any chance you're willing to leave now and continue to do that?" He asked.

"At least give me a minute to check out his desserts. I'm curious to see who he got to cater this event." She looped her arms loosely around his neck. "Plus you deserve a drink or two."

"Three." Ethan groaned when he caught sight of their host.

"Ah, Dr. Ramsey." Leland greeted, while looking solely upon Sophie. "Glad you could make it."

"Leland." Ethan managed to keep his tone even.

"And who is this?"

"This is Sophie Triano." Ethan kept his arm around her waist, letting the man see she wasn't just some mere date.

She smiled warmly at the elderly man and held her hand out while complimenting his home.

Leland's own smile twinkled as he shook it. "I shouldn't be as delighted to meet you as I am after your refusal."

Sophie's eyebrow raised in question.

"My Caroline was hoping for your desserts to grace our tables, but your manager denied us such a pleasure, no matter how much money I offered."

"It's spring." Sophie explained. "The wedding season is starting earlier than usual. I couldn't drop those orders to cater your party at the last minute."

"If you'd been told the price I offered, you would have." Leland needled. "Think of the business you would have gained doing so."

Sophie shook her head with a smile. She was determined not to be intimidated.

"Mr. Bloom, as a business man, you know that the one way to lose money is by alienating your clients by breaking your word. I'm not about to anger the clientele I am cultivating for a quick cash grab nor ruin the reputation Veronica and I have in the pastry business. People know that when they order anything from us that they will not only get it on time but will also be given the best of what we can do."

Ethan couldn't have been more pleased with Sophie's ability to fluster the old man.

"You would have gained even more business tonight." Leland argued, waving about the room. "My guests are the type who wish to wow people at parties and your desserts would have been part of that."

Sophie shrugged. "Then that's a loss I'll have to deal with. For now though, I'm going to enjoy being one of the guests you intend to wow."

Leland reluctantly smiled at her. "Then I insist on you giving your opinion later about the pastry chef I had to settle on after your refusal."

He glanced at Ethan. "Enjoy yourselves. I see some other guests I must greet."

Sophie sagged against Ethan once Leland left them alone.

"I've never wished for Terry's intimidating presence more so than just then." She said of her bakery manager. "This is why I stay in the back room working on cakes."

Ethan tilted her chin up. The back of his fingers caressed her cheek. He was about to say how impressed he was with her standing up to Leland, only to be interrupted by someone else.

"Ethan!" Harper exclaimed. "I thought you weren't coming tonight."

Her eyes narrowed slightly on the couple before her.

"Sophie insisted." Ethan chuckled when she nudged him with her elbow.

"Really?" Harper's eyebrows raised. "I'm impressed. I don't know too many people who can change his mind."

"It wasn't easy." Sophie teased, smiling up at him.

"True, but you knew how to end my argument by walking out in that dress." He squeezed her waist.

Harper managed to keep smiling. "That was the only way I ever got him to go along with my plans."

Sophie stiffened somewhat. She was unaware of Ethan's past with this particular doctor.

"Remember our first year at the medical conference in Miami?" Harper's smile turned flirty. "You refused to go out until I wore that little red dress."

Ethan shook his head with a smile. "That wasn't why I went. It was either you or staying and listening to Fawkes go on and on about that new bladder procedure he'd heard about."

Harper winked at him. "I think we both know my red dress made that night better."

Sophie was livid as the two reminisced some more. No one would have known though by the pleasant expression on her face.

"I'm so glad you're here. There is someone I want you to meet that I think could use our help. I can't find Chris and Tobias, but I believe this woman's son needs to be seen by our team." Harper refocused on Sophie. "You don't mind my stealing Ethan away for a little while, do you?"

Sophie shook her head. She didn't trust her voice to give an answer.

Ethan promised to find her soon as Harper slipped her arm in the bend of his.

Determined not to stand there sulking, Sophie walked over to the buffet tables. Grabbing a plate, she dropped various treats upon it.

"Easy there." A familiar voice teased. "If anyone should know that presentation is part of enjoying what you eat, then it should be the top graduate of our class."

Sophie whirled around. "Blake!"

"Sophie!" He responded with a smile.

"You're the caterer for this party?"

"I am." He added a few more desserts to her plate for her to try. "If I'd have known you would be here I would have gone above and beyond with my menu."

She chuckled, relieved to see a friendly face. "Trust me, I know how excellent your skills are."

The two fell into a conversation about what they'd been doing the last few years.

"So how did you get invited to this?" Blake teased. "I thought our kind only worked these types of parties."

"I'm dating one of the doctors at Leland Bloom's hospital." Sophie pointed Ethan out.

A slight frown firmed on her lips to still see Harper's hand tucked within the bend of Ethan's arm.

"Speaking of dates," Blake nodded to the other side of the room, "Vince is here."

Sophie's head jerked around to see one of her exes.

"Of course he'd be here." She grumbled.

Her night couldn't get any worse.

"I have to get back to work." Blake patted her shoulder. "I'll see you when I'm released from the kitchens."

"Have fun." She called out when he hurried off.

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As Ethan listened to the various symptoms the woman noticed her teenage son having, his attention drifted over to Sophie. He'd seen her smile and talk with another chef. The two apparently knew one another well.

He'd also noticed she did not seem as happy as she'd been when they first arrived. He had a feeling he knew the reason why, but there was little he could do about it now.

He wasn't certain why Harper enjoyed bringing up their past as much as she did. He was used to Chris and Tobias's eye rolls whenever his ex brought up memories of their time together. Chris even pointed out one day when they were alone that she thought Harper might do this in an attempt to make him want to get back together with her.

He eased his arm out from Harper's hand as he realized that the lingering touch might give everyone the wrong idea.

There was only one woman he was here with and Harper wasn't her.

His attention drifted once more to check on Sophie. He felt his body stiffen at the sight of a ridiculously handsome man standing before her. The stranger took Sophie's plate out of her hand, set it down, and grasped her hand in his as he led her into another room.

Ethan had to lean somewhat away from the group he was standing with to see into the next room. A band had been set up there for couples to dance to. In the crowd, he noticed Chris and Tobias lost in each other and swaying to a slow song.

He frowned at the sight of them. If they hadn't decided to spend this party dancing, they could have been found by Harper and dealt with this while he was able to be with Sophie.

He then saw the strange man pull Sophie into his arms for a dance. Ethan could feel the sexual tension between them from here. His eyes narrowed upon the man's fingers moving along Sophie's back. The two were talking, with Sophie turning and pointing towards Ethan.

The two men locked eyes, each not bothering to hide their instant dislike of the other.

"What do you think?" Harper touched Ethan's arm again to get his attention.

"What?" Ethan snapped his eyes back towards her and the very concerned mother. "I think you should bring your son to our office first thing in the morning so we can do a full examination. We should be able to pinpoint what is causing these erratic symptoms."

He excused himself, telling Harper to make the plans. With his long legged strides, he made his way into the next room.

*****************

Sophie knew it was foolish to agree to anything Vince suggested. After all, she had been the one to end things with him. But seeing Ethan and Harper together made her want a little revenge of her own. She hadn't realized how deep her feelings towards the doctor ran until she saw him with what was clearly an ex girlfriend of his.

After Vince bragged on his robotics skills being the one to make the cute little robots at Edenbrook, he'd convinced her to dance with him.

"If the man you're with can't take the time to dance with you," he'd argued, "then he'll have to deal with the consequences of someone else taking his place."

She knew though that Ethan had not left her to simply be with other people. He was genuinely trying to help someone. She couldn't stay angry over that.

But I can over Harper, she reminded herself.

"You're really into this doctor, aren't you?" Vince pressed her closer.

"I am." Sophie replied, pulling back a respectable distance.

"Even though he has been standing over there with some other woman hanging not only on his every word, but also onto his arm?"

Sophie stiffened. "Yes."

"You're not the same woman I knew." Vince observed. "There is no way you'd have let me get away with that type of behavior."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "That's because you liked having other women hanging onto you and your every word."

"So this Evan--"

"Ethan." She corrected.

"Ethan isn't the same? There isn't a man here who doesn't like his ego stroked." Vince argued.

"Ethan doesn't need his ego stroked." She snapped. "He's a man who is confident in all he does. He doesn't need validation from anyone."

"Doesn't he?" Vince noticed the angry doctor storming into the room.

Ethan certainly looked like a man who needed his confidence in Sophie returned.

Finding the pair on the dance floor, Ethan made his way over to cut in.

He was having a difficult time squeezing through the couples.

Vince decided to try a little experiment. After all, Sophie couldn't have been dating him long if her jealous reaction was anything to go by. He wondered if Ethan felt just as strongly.

Before Sophie could react, he captured her lips in a tender kiss.

She shoved him away from her in angry shock.

"What the hell Vince?!" Her chest heaved in an attempt to calm down.

He held his hands up to both ward her off and in surrender.

"I couldn't let this moment pass us by, Soph." He admitted. "You know I want you back. I have for years now."

"I don't want you." She bit out.

Vince smiled sadly at her. "Then that's my cue to leave and plan for another chance."

"There isn't going to be another chance." She huffed, folding her arms and looking away from him.

"There's always a chance." Vince directed that towards the man standing directly behind her. "Just remember that."

He left, grinning over what he'd noticed.

Ethan Ramsey was beyond livid and also terrified.

*******************

Ethan prided himself on many things. One was that he was a man who rarely overreacted in relationships. Another was that he learned from his mistakes.

Given how much he went through with Chris Valentine, he learned to never waste a moment if he were to ever fall in love with someone else. It was why he'd been upfront and as transparent as he could be with Sophie.

Yet seeing her with this Vince had shaken him beyond what he believed he should have felt at this stage of their relationship. They'd only been together a few months and here he was, completely angry over the thought of someone stealing her away from him.

He'd already endured something similar in watching Chris fall in love with Tobias. He'd be damned if he was going to watch it happen with Sophie.

Ethan intended on cutting in on her dance with Vince. All his plans crashed around him the moment the man kissed her. He felt his world shift at the sight. He'd become immobile, unable to comprehend that this could possibly be the end of him and Sophie.

Then Sophie's almost violent reaction to Vince gave Ethan the flicker of hope he needed.

The moment Vince walked off, Sophie took a step back, intending to leave the dance floor and find a place to calm down.

She encountered a familiar hard surface.

She turned to find Ethan directly behind her.

With muscle spasming in his jaw, he grasped her hand and took her through a set of glass double doors that led outside.

The cool Boston air had a slight bite to it, helping them both deal quietly with their heated emotions.

Sophie's shivers caused Ethan to pull her within his arms.

She snuggled closer for both his warmth and to remind herself that he was hers.

"Ethan?" She said softly.

"Yes?"

"You and Harper were more than coworkers, weren't you?"

"We were." He closed his eyes, dropping his cheek against her head. "It was a long time ago."

"I see." Sophie mumbled.

"There's nothing there." He added. "No feelings at all other than respect and friendship."

"On your side, perhaps." Sophie grumbled.

Ethan tightened his arms around her. "That's all it will ever be between me and Harper."

His eyes narrowed when he caught another glimpse of Vince through the windows.

"You and Vince?"

"He's an ex of mine." Sophie explained. "We broke up years ago."

"And that kiss?" Ethan bit out.

Sophie raised her head to look up at him.

"Didn't mean anything to me." She responded.

Ethan slammed his mouth against hers. He was shocked with the need he had to prove that what she said was right. He also felt the need to make this kiss mean something to her.

Knowing he should ease up, he was unable to make his body do so. His lips and tongue were determined to draw moans from her and wouldn't stop until they did so.

Sophie wallowed in the passion of his response to seeing someone else want her. She threaded her fingers in his hair and gave back as good as she got. It both eased her heart and thrilled her that he reacted the same way she did when thinking about him with Harper.

"Ethan." She moaned as his mouth moved along her bare shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

His lips captured hers once more in a long, deep kiss.

"Please." She whispered, eyes meeting his in the soft light of a nearby sconce. "Take me home and make love to me."

He moaned her name with one more kiss. Ethan then kept his arm around her as they quickly made their exit.

#thirty kisses in thirty days #choices open heart #oh ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x oc #ethan x sophie #choices open heart fan fic #choices fic writers creations

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Continuation of this

Taliesin: *sitting at camp, thinking over what he's learned about this group and Allora in particular* ...

Allora: *returned fresh from the nearby spring, kneels nearby glancing at him* ...Something on your mind? You're not usually so quiet.

Taliesin: *startles out of his thoughts and glances at her* Oh, erm... yes, I suppose I do. Is it possible for me to ask you a question?

Allora: ... *tilts her head curiously* ...Sure. I may not answer it though, depending.

Taliesin: *hesitates before slowly asking* Are you... a god of sorts?

Allora: *snorts and laughs* What?

Taliesin: Yes it does sound preposterous if I'm honest but... *narrows his eyes in thought* You control a magick never seen before with your voice, unlike the Dragonborn ability, you hide your features away, you've certainly never said much about your homeland since we've met, and Lucien made some sort of joke that I cannot understand about you being 'out of this world.' The only conclusion I can think of is you not being from here, but rather another plane or something.

Allora: *staring wide eyed, having dropped her satchel on the ground, looking visibly paler than normal* ... ... ...what?

Taliesn: *equally startled by her reaction, eyes wide* So it's true? You're not-?

Allora: KAIDAN! *scrambles away from Taliesin, shaking horrifically and turns to run back to the spring, but hears something in the bushes nearby and screams in fright*

Group of Thalmor: *step out from the brush, eyeing Allora and Taliesin, looking equally shocked by him being bound and pull out their weaponry* You there! Why have you tied one of our agents up? Speak quickly before we remove your tongue!

Allora: *brain too scattered to think, near tears, shakily moving backwards and whimpering*

Taliesin: *stands up, trying to think quickly, and moves to stand in front of Allora, looking poised and regal as all Thalmor do* You are interfering with an undercover mission. The Dominion is aware of the ongoings around here. I am merely acting as her prisoner to gain findings of Talos worshippers. You will all be written up as I now have to dispose of her; state your names and superiors.

Group of Thalmor: *now startled by Taliesin, glancing warily at each other before giving out their names and their superiors*

Taliesin: *sneers* Now leave before the others arrive. You've done enough damage today. Quickly now, they've heard her! Get out!

Group of Thalmor: *salute and scurry off*

The Boys: *arrive on the seen to see Allora having a panick attack on the ground and Taliesin just a few feet away trying to console her*

Kaidan: *snarls, reaching out and gripping Taliesin by the throat* Lucien. Inigo. Take care of her.

Inigo: Right. *moves quickly to Allora's side, trying to gain her attention* It is okay my friend.

Lucien: R-right... *glances at Taliesin struggling before moving carefully to join Inigo* Shh, hey, it's all right...

Kaidan: *drags Taliesin a ways away, pinning him to a tree* What. In Oblivion. Happened here.

Taliesin: *wheezes, smacking the hand around his throat*

Kaidan: *squeezes just a bit harder vindictively before relaxing to let him talk*

Taliesin: *coughs and breathes* W-we were talking... I had asked if she was a god. She got frightened and-and called for you. But some Thalmor showed up. I acted as th-though being kept prisoner was part of the plan here, and that they w-were interfering with Aldmeri business. *coughs as Kaidan squeezes tighter again*

Kaidan: Told them to wait nearby, didja? Ambush while we were asleep?

Lucien: Kaidan, enough.

Kaidan: *snaps his head around to glare at Lucien but sees Allora, tears streaming down her face and reaching out to him; trembling just as bad as during Helgen* ... *drops Taliesin and just barely refrains from spitting on him* Be grateful for her mercy. *walks over carefully to Allora, making sure to wait for her to want him to touch*

Taliesin: *coughing and breathing in deeply, holding a hand to his throat as he desperately tries to breathe in*

-Later that night-

Allora: *flinches awake for the third time since settling down, easing out from underneath Kaidan and Lucien's arms and exits the tent, staring at Taliesin as he sits just outside his tent across from Inigo from the fire* ...

Inigo: Cannot sleep, my friend?

Allora: ... *shakes her head mutely, not having said much since her panick attack, gesturing to the tent and Inigo*

Inigo: You want to take over watch? Are you sure?

Allora: *gives him a soft smile and gently pats his head, giving him a scritch behind the ears*

Inigo: *giggles and unable to resist leaning into her nails* Okay, okay. If you are sure you will be all right. Call if you need anything. I will be here for you. *stands and squeezes her hand before going into the tent*

Allora: *waits for him to settle before moving to sit in his previous spot across from Taliesin, half staring into the fire in a daze, half keeping an ear out for trouble* ...

Taliesin: *watching her quietly, from his seat, throat still vibrantly bruised, looking like he was having some minor trouble breathing but otherwise keeping quiet for once since his capture*

Allora: *waits a good while into the night before looking up at Taliesin, standing, and motioning him to follow, before walking away from camp*

Taliesin: ??? *gets up warily and follows after her, glancing at the unmoving tent*

*The two walk for some time, back to the spring, where Allora sends out a Candlelight spell and a Magelight spell to light the area, bundling her cloak close.*

Taliesin: *slowly speaks with a noticeable rasp in his voice* ...I can't swim you know. I will drown immediately.

Allora: *looks at him quizzically*

Taliesin: If your intention was to invite me out to a late night swim, I mean. Or it could be that you all ready figured it out and just intended to drown me.

Allora: *shakes her head, looking back out to the spring* ... ...

Taliesin: ...I apologize... for upsetting you earlier.

Allora: *visibly tenses but does not make a move or sound aside from dipping her head in acknowledgment*

Taliesin: ...are we just here to sit in silence-?

Allora: Does it hurt...?

Taliesin: Hm? You're very quiet. And that's saying something, considering I have the bruised windpipe.

Allora: ...Does it hurt? *motions to her throat* ...I can heal it if you want.

Taliesin: Oh. That would be... vastly appreciated. Yes, please. I've been trying to keep quiet about it, lest your giant friend actually kill me, but it hurts like the dickens. *swoons dramatically* Is this how you treat all your prisoners? *coughs a bit, unable to be his usual hypochondriac self*

Allora: *faintly smiles before frowning a bit, and starts to sing quickly; golden eye glittering under the Candlelight and in the darkness* Day to night, dark to light, fall the sands of time...

Taliesin: *flinches a bit as orbs of light come from her throat before stretching into tendrils that curl around his and ease the pain away; leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation all across his skin. His eyes widen as he's left with goosebumps by the end of her song* ...you really are something else.

Allora: ... *fiddles with her cloak quietly, looking away* ...why did you protect me from the Thalmor?

Taliesin: *snorts, reclining as much as he can with his arms bound* Why else? If they actually knew who I was, they would have taken me in for insubordination. I failed my original mission and was the only one left alive. I'm as good as dead to the Aldmeri Dominion. Besides, never had much of a good track record anyways.

Allora: ...you don't want to go back?

Taliesin: Heavens, no. Being around you lot has given me a bit more... understanding. I am quite different from a lot of my old superiors and peers. I asked far too many questions, had too many strikes against my person. Despite being your prisoner, it has been somehow... far more freeing. *winces* You don't really treat me much like a prisoner though, so who's to say who's fault that is.

Allora: *smiles and gives a small laugh* ...yeah. Wasn't... built for this shit. *frowns at the familiar line before glancing at Taliesin*

Taliesin: What is it? Surely by now you're used to pestering me with questions. Go on then.

Allora: ...you were right, in a way. I'm not from here. I'm not... a god. But I was given this magick by the gods. Aside from Akatosh for my Dragon lineage... I don't know who. But I'm not from here.

Taliesin: Now, when you say here...?

Allora: Mundus. I'm not from Mundus. I was born on and lived on a place called Earth. It was a planet in a solar system, like this one. But there was no magick. No gods that you could actually consider real. In more of a... physical or magical sense. People just mostly believed there was. Or didn't. I didn't. But for some reason, they picked me of all people to pluck from my world and dropped me off here to save yours.

Taliesin: ...If I hadn't seen anything that you could do, or felt your magick personally just now, I would call you mad. But that was certainly nothing I've ever felt before.

Allora: *reaches up and removes her hood, showing off her face and moves her hair behind her ears; clearly not a Breton like she pretended to be* That better?

Taliesin: *stares wide eyed* By the gods, what are you?

Allora: *smiles wryly* Just human. But congrats; you now know why I shroud myself. *waves jazz hands* Tada.

Taliesin: *shakes his head, unable to stop staring* You are, by far, the most interesting and absolutely confusing individual I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Allora: *jokingly* So now we're best friends because you know my deep dark secret and you're willing to die for me, right?

Taliesin: I am still not getting in that spring.

Allora: *snaps her fingers, grinning* Rats.

#tes #Skyrim #skyrim lucien #skyrim kaiden #skyrim inigo #skyrim taliesin #TESSDE AU #Woof long one!!#Woke up from a fairly disconcerning dream and went 'I need to write something to calm down'#*Proceeds to expell a LOT*#The song used here was Song of Healing btw!#Allora doesn't fully trust Taliesin yet but his actions have proven that he was willing to lie to his old group #And that he has personallg stated that he doesn't want to go back to being with the Thalmor #So she's willing to give him a chance.#Her healing him and showing her face was showing her trust in him to not sell her out or anything #And also an apology and thanks for helping her out and getting hurt after doing so.

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