#and then i run off with a girl dressed as meg and we live happily ever after

[podcastwizard]

one of these octobers i want to have two boyfriends who will dress up as the phantom and raoul and i will be christine and we absolute Dazzle a mid-sized halloween party with our costumes and charm before retreating to a guest room to have a threesome that violates the geneva convention and then never speak again. is that too much to ask.

#and then i run off with a girl dressed as meg and we live happily ever after #this is all i want

[fablesrose]

Tell Me a Story 4 (Finale)

Summary: Finally, Chuck is out of the picture. Happily ever after, right? Looks like we’re taking a detour.

Word Count: 1,837

Pairing: fbi!dean x mafia!reader

Square Filled: Mutual Pining

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A/n: SURPRISE! I’m posting this a day early because I wanted to. Final chapter to Tell Me a Story! All of them have corresponded with @girl-next-door-writes​ Make Me Feel Bingo. Thank you all for reading!

“I still can’t believe they did this to you!”

“I can.”

“I mean, you helped take down Chuck! A highly wanted crime lord! They can’t do this!”

“Dean, you and I both know they very well can,” I readjusted the plastic phone against my ear as Dean looked angrily at me through the glass.

“You shouldn’t be in prison.” He tapped at the table subconsciously.

I shrugged, “Nothing either of us can do. They connected me to some other unsolved crimes, getting Chuck reduced my sentence by quite a bit though, so there’s that.”

He nodded, knowing I was right, but still angry.

I looked him over and bit at the inside of my lip, “You kind of robbed me, you know that?”

“Hmm?”

“You look good in a suit.”

He smiled beautifully, though I could see some blush on his ears, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Oh yeah,” I gestured to my jumpsuit, “because prison orange is totally my color right?”

He laughed, “I meant for the circumstances.”

“Suuurrreee...” I smiled teasingly at him. “You back at the FBI?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Got any new cases with hot girls?”

“No, but if I did they wouldn’t compare to you.”

“That’s hilarious,” I tried to hide my blush, but I was sure it wasn’t working very well.

“You holding up okay in there? Your shoulder okay?”

“Dean, we talked about this, that was months ago, my shoulder is fine. I’m bored out of my mind most of the time. What am I supposed to do if I’m not getting into knife fights with teenagers?” I giggled at him and he joined in.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” Dean turned as a guard tapped his shoulder, “Alright, visiting hours are now over, I get it.”

I glanced around and saw that we were the last ones left.

Dean placed his hand on the glass, “Hang in there, okay Angel?”

I smiled and placed my hand on his on my side of the barrier, “You got it Hot Shot.”

I didn’t get many visitors. Dean came the most often. Eventually Dean talked to Sam and told him that I was here. We caught up for a couple of visits. He’s really happy. He also told me that his wife doesn’t enjoy the thought of him coming to a prison frequently, which I don’t blame her, so he only comes occasionally.

“You know, Meg calls me sometimes.”

“At the FBI?” I was confused and impressed at the same time. She really did like Dean.

“Yeah, it’s always from a pay phone. She asks about you. If you’re okay.”

I blinked, “I… I was not expecting that.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I didn’t either.”

“Why don’t you tell her to stop by if she’s so worried about me next time she calls?”

“I will.”

It seemed Meg never took me up on my offer, but Dean did say that she and the boys sent their love when he told her. That’s okay though, I wouldn’t want to see what the inside of a prison looks like either.

I did, however get an unexpected, though not unwanted, visitor.

“Castiel! It’s so good to see you!”

“Hello Y/n.” He had the usual look on his face: tired, serious, slightly confused.

I shifted to a more comfortable position in my highly uncomfortable chair, “So how’s the city all mafia free?”

He sighed,  “I wish that were true. The Fallen are still running around. A name has been in the rumors of who’s taken over. A Rowena.”

“Damn, I thought she was dead.”

“So you know her?” He leaned forward extremely interested.

I leaned back, “She won’t cause you too much trouble. She was in very close relations with Crowley. She’ll help build the city back up, maybe even get somethings legal.” I paused to think, “At least, that’s what she would have done when I knew her. It’s been a while, and I don’t plan on meeting up with her again.”

Cas’ shoulders slumped a little bit, “Hmm...”

“At least you’re not bored.”

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, “I wish that were true too.”

I smirked, “Awe, don’t tell me that you missed me.”

“I won’t.”

“Well, I missed our little talks too.” I smiled at him, trying to show him I was sincere. “Speaking of little talks, have you talked to Meg since I’ve been gone?”

He mumbled something.

“Hmm?”

“I said no, she’s in the mob Y/n!”

“I was in the mob and you talked to me.”

“This is different and you know it.”

I knocked on the glass, “Come on Cas! You need a little creativity and fluidity in your stiff life. Bring some joy. I think Meg can do that. She likes you, you like her, and don’t tell her I told you or else she will break in here just to kill me. That is highly classified.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he kept his eyes on the table, softly scratching at it.

“You’re a good man Cas, remember that.”

He didn’t comment on that, but raised his head suddenly with a burst of confused energy, “Speaking of classified, why didn’t you tell me that you were working to take Chuck out of power.”

I looked at him sympathetically, “I think you know why Cas.”

“I would have helped you.”

“I know.”

“You know, I think we would have been friends, in another life. If you believe in that sort of thing.”

“What are we not friends now?”

His smile made his eyes crinkle, “We would have been good friends, close friends. Not separated by lines.”

“How ‘bout the new life when I get out of here huh? Would we be friends then?”

“Well that depends, are you going to live a good life?”

I exaggeratedly concentrated, “I don’t know yet. I still have time to think about it though, don’t I?”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess you do.” We just looked at each other for a moment, wondering what was next. “You’re a good woman, Y/n. I hope you know that.”

I bit my lip before giving him a half smile, “Thanks for stopping by Cas. See you again?”

He stood up with a teasing look on his face and said before he hung up the phone, “I’ll think about it.”

The days slowly ticked by. While these various conversations were heaven sent, they only took up so much of my time, and there were only so many days people could come and talk. And there were only so many people who would.

In my down time I ended up picking up a pen. Making stories was strangely soothing. It was a place where I could do what ever I want, be what ever I wanted to be. I started to see why Chuck liked them so much. We’re all just trying to escape.

I swear I was starting to become a romantic. Dean stopped by and as a lull in the conversation came, I traced his face with my eyes. Every line, every inch. His facial hair was a short scruff, but well kept. The annoyingly bright artificial lights reflected off his skin and made his eyes sparkle. This man was going to be the death of me.

For a moment, but only that, I thought he might have been doing the same to me, but then he swallowed and looked at the table for a second before breaking the silence. “I got assigned to a case so I’m going to be busier.”

I nodded in understanding, “Congrats, I miss- I’ll miss you.”

He smiled softly, waiting for me to cover his hand on the glass, “I’ll miss you too.”

The last couple of months of my sentence were quiet. Dean didn’t come by as much, if at all. I wasn’t sure if time was moving faster or slower, if it even existed. Then, out of nowhere, they gave me my clothes and possessions, and told me I was free to go.

I walked out in the dress I was wearing to court, I probably should have worn heels, but I was stubborn and had worn boots with it instead. As I walked through the doors the warm sun hit my face and I took a moment to breathe the fresh air as a free woman.

As I walked toward the gate I saw a familiar man leaning against the fence. I was delighted to see that he was wearing my favorite suit, and it looked even better on him out in the open and not through the dingy glass in the prison. I could tell it was tailored to him, going the extra mile in flattering his figure.

“Hey Hot Shot.”

He pushed himself off the fence making it clang against itself as he locked eyes with me, “Hey Angel.”

We walked toward each other until we were face to face, “And what are you doing here?”

“I figured you could use a ride.”

I smiled and snuck a glance at his car, “Is that all?”

He sighed and looked up at the sky before looking back at me, as if he was hyping himself up for something, “No… I also wanted to say something that I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

I bit my lip, wondering if I should get my hopes up I whispered, “What would that be?”

He took a step closer, “That I love you.” His hands reached out and grabbed my arms as if making sure I was really here.

I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this,” he pulled me closer and dipped his head towards mine, “may I?”

“I’ve been waiting too long for this for you to stop now.” I met him where he was which seemed to surprise him slightly.

My hand traveled up until it was running through his hair. My other hand rested on his shoulder to give me some stability. His hands left my arms and found their way to my waist where he could pull me closer.

He was firm and eager like he had waited too long too. He nibbled on my lip to which I let out a moan before softly pulling away.

“I love you too.”

He kissed my cheek gently, “You know, ever since that ally way I’ve been wondering what those noises sounded like for real.”

I laughed and shoved him playfully, “Is that so!”

He laughed with me and grabbed my waist with one arm to lead me toward his car, “Yeah… I hope you haven’t been too bored in there without my company.”

“Oh, I’ve managed. I actually took up writing to fill up my time. Knights in shining armor, villains with a cause.”

“That sounds very interesting.”

I huffed lightly, “So what made you make the stupid decision of loving me?”

He smiled and paused to give me one more loving kiss.

“Come on Angel, let me tell you a story.”

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[flutteringphalanges]

                                        Caught in a Riptide 

Summary: After the infamous Count Dracula is discovered and taken into custody by the Jonathan Harker Foundation, former nun and now guardian to her young niece, Zoe, Agatha Van Helsing is tasked with keeping tabs on the vampire after a mishap leads to his release into modern day society. Can Agatha remain levelheaded, or will fate turn her onto a new path?

Pairing: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rated: M

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A/N:  Hello Dracula fandom again! It's me, ya gal, who has way too many story ideas in her head. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this one! This first chapter is very heavy on backstory so I promise future chapters won't be like that. I just wanted to set the scene. Alright, here we go! Feedback’s greatly loved and appreciated!-Jen

                                                Chapter One

Theology. Quite an expansive, intriguing study that, like a tree, holds many branches. Biblical, Systemic, Practical, all subjects that have been delved into for centuries. Perhaps one of the more fascinating topics centers around Renaissance theology-more importantly, the possibility of a love bond between man and demon. Outwardly, the aspect of falling in love with something deemed evil is seemingly preposterous. But can a singular trait be forced upon another? At what point can romance, love, conquer these barriers? Is it possible to find humanity in such dark things? These questions must be kept in mind as two unlikely paths cross, testing these uncertain waters. A riptide.

Agatha set down a plate of eggs and bacon onto the table. It was early in the morning-a school day, and getting her niece ready and out the door in time to drop her off before heading into work was a task in itself.

For nearly three years, Zoe had remained under her care. It had been a tragic car accident that took the lives of her brother and sister-in-law, and seeing as they had no other family, Agatha left St. Mary's Convent to take in the seven year old. There were no regrets to be held. The woman dearly loved the child. But returning to society and seeking out a new job had been difficult. That was, until she found the Jonathan Harker Foundation. Or rather, they found her.

"Zoe," she called out, pouring a glass of orange juice. "Come on, we can't afford being late again today."

"I'm hurrying, Aunt Aggie," chirped a voice down the hall. "I was getting dressed!"

A small girl skidded into the kitchen, her mismatched socks causing her to nearly glide into the counter. Agatha grabbed her just in time, the drink in her hand dangerously close to sloshing onto the floor. Zoe peered up at her aunt with bright, blue eyes and a toothy grin. Her hair, the same shade of chestnut brown as her aunt's, still tousled from sleep.

"Were you planning to go into school today with your hair like that?" Zoe merely shrugged, sitting down happily to her breakfast. Agatha snorted softly, her mouth curving into a small smile. "Well, start eating and I'll grab a brush. "We don't want people to think you live in a zoo, yes?"

"I wanna live in a zoo," the child replied, biting into a piece of bacon. "I like animals!"

"Then perhaps we can get a dog one day," the woman chuckled, booping the girl on the nose. "Now finish your food so we can get on the road."

The Van Helsing surname held quite a history to it, the most notable member Abraham Van Helsing. The man was a well accomplished doctor, respected by all who knew him. However, Abraham's interests extended far past the average medical background. In particular, his study and expertise on vampirism. On the infamous Count Dracula of Transylvania.

The legend had been passed down from generation to generation. Tales recounted of the dangerous beast. Yet, as time wore on, the words had become a mere myth. Silly stories meant to scare a child into being good. Nevertheless, Agatha found them truly fascinating. Memorizing. And even the slightest idea that they were possibly true sparked a flame within her.

For those reasons alone, Agatha found herself taking the three vows of a nun and joining St. Mary's Convent. A thirst to learn more by combining her own knowledge and the teachings of Christianity. If her great, great grandfather was correct, then her efforts would not be in vain. That she wouldn't seem so air-headed as her brother had claimed from the beginning when she invested everything into proving Abraham's legacy.

It was only years later that she finally found the one thing that tied the loose ends. The Jonathan Harker Foundation. The very institution that was right under her nose. An organization that shared the same ideals to her cause. If only she had learned about the mysterious medical facility with an underground secret from the start, how different things might've been.

Agatha pulled up to the curb in front of the primary school watching as other children hopped out of their cars and headed towards the main entrance like a school of fish. In her rear view mirror, she caught sight of Zoe freeing herself from the confines of her seat belt, humming a nonsensical tune she'd just come up with.

"Do you have your backpack?" Her aunt inquired as the little girl swung it over her shoulders. "Lunch box?"

"Mhm," Zoe nodded, gripping the fabric handle of the floral decorated bag. "I made sure not to forget anything this time!"

"Good girl," Agatha smiled. She really didn't want to have to rush out of another meeting due to a call from the school that she'd forgotten to bring her food. "Kisses." Zoe gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Remember Mrs. Avery will be picking you up today."

"But I don't want to go to Mrs. Avery's," the girl whined. "She makes me watch The Price is Right and it's so boring!"

"Maybe she'll have cookies," the woman replied. "You like her cookies."

"I guess," Zoe answered, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "You won't forget to pick me up?"

"I promise as soon as I get off, I will head straight over there," Agatha said with a smile. "Before dinner. I'll make something nice. Say...pizza?"

The young girl seemed to perk up a bit. "Okay!"

"Now run along, I'll see you later," she said as the child opened the car door. "I love you."

"Love you too!" Zoe called out as she exited the car. "Don't forget me!"

Forget. The more Agatha thought about it, the more it stung. Zoe had only just turned four when her parents died. She, of course, had still been in Budapest at the time, unaware until a few days later when someone finally contacted her. Apparently the girl had been in nursery school when the wreck happened. She'd watched all of the other children go home, confused as to where her mother and father were. Hours she spent there, waiting to be picked up. Believing that perhaps her they had forgotten her. Abandoned her. Zoe had been forced to learn about death early on. Something no child should ever have to face.

It had been rough, those first few months together. She and Zoe hadn't exactly been well acquainted, seeing as the former nun lived in Budapest while she called England home. Agatha didn't have a lot of experience with children and it showed in the beginning. Things were awkward. She didn't know popular shows, toys, activities, but she tried her damnedest. For Zoe. And with time and the compassion she held, the two eventually grew very close. After all, they were the only family each other had.

The parking lot outside of the institution was semi filled as Agatha, finding her usual shady spot, fished her identification badge out of her purse. She frowned at the photo on the key card, noting how ridiculous wide and unnatural her smile was. Why couldn't she ever get a decent picture right? Shaking her head, she exited the vehicle and headed inside.

"Good morning, Joe," Agatha smiled, nodding her head. "Ted."

The two lobby guards looked up from their hot drinks, their attention turning to the woman. Things had been slow, relatively speaking. Not much excitement had happened since Agatha became a part of the Foundation. Which, she supposed, in a way was good. But she craved true confirmation of Dracula's existence. A need to have real, physical evidence on top of everything she'd gathered from her own exploration.

The long stretch of hallway leading through the locked doors and into the belly of the building was rather bare. Except for a single portrait-that of Jonathan Harker. He had a kind face, soft expression that was welcoming. And yet, each time she came across it and gave it a hard stare, something didn't sit right. A strange, unsettling feeling that despite the friendliness of it was almost off putting.

"Agatha!"

Just as the former nun began to slide her card through the reader, a young man hurried up to her. Dr. Jack Seward. He, like her, had been hired around the same time by the Foundation. Fresh out of medical school, Jack was a brilliant man paired with a caring heart. She thought very fondly of him, almost as if he were a younger brother.

"Hello, Jack," she greeted. "I thought you were taking the day off today. Weren't you supposed to visit an old friend…" she paused. "Lucy was it?"

The man visibly flinched and Agatha was momentarily taken aback. Had she said something wrong? Before she could ask, or rather, apologize, another researcher came bursting through the set of doors. Very winded. Very excited. Meg.

"Oh, thank god," she panted. "You're finally here!"

"I didn't think I was running late," the former nun replied almost hesitantly, glancing over at Jack. "Did we have a meeting or…"

"No," Meg waved her hand, shaking her head. "No, we found something! Off of the mainland!" The researcher's smile was wide, a look of excitement that one does not usually see that early in the morning. "They sent out a team! They found it, Agatha!"

"Found what exactly?" She still wasn't quite following the other woman. "What did they find, Meg?"

"The Demeter! The wreckage! We bloody found it!"

For well over a century, The Harker Foundation had been searching for the vessel. It was believed, as a few survivors claimed, that Count Dracula had been one of the passengers onboard the ship set for England. But disaster struck, and mayhem with it, and the boat never made it to port. No one had known of its final location. Until now.

"What?!" Agatha asked in disbelief. "Are you-are they quite sure?!"

"It bloody says The Demeter on the side of it," Meg laughed. "I don't know what else it could be!"

She might as well have been a child on Christmas morning. Finally something. Evidence. A missing puzzle piece to it all. Someone was laughing and it took Agatha a moment to realize the noise was coming from her.

"What else have they found?! Any indication of Count Dracula? Are you currently in contact with them?" Agatha began to bombard the poor woman with questions. "Is Bloxham out there?"

"It's been over thirty minutes since they last radioed in," Meg responded. "Bloxham says they don't exactly know the extent of it. But they've begun to put markers down. The news is calling for a storm, so we might be forced to come in early and return tomorrow."

A storm. One hundred and twenty three years since The Demeter disaster and they were going to let a bloody storm step in their way of searching? The corners of Agatha's mouth twitched into a frown and suddenly she found herself wishing she was out there along with them. Her impatience was not allowing her to rationally consider the safety of it all. What exactly did the ship hold? And more importantly, where was Dracula?

"I want to be kept updated," she finally said, in the same firm voice she used to scold Zoe. "If anything happens, even the most minute detail, I want to be made aware."

Meg gave her a nod. "I'll keep you posted," she promised.

"Thank you," Agatha smiled, turning to Jack. "I suppose this is one for the books."

As the day wore on, the former nun's restlessness only grew as she anxiously awaited for any word from Bloxham and the rest of the crew. To distract herself, she tried to focus on her notes. It didn't help much, but at least it was something. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see it was nearly time for her to pick Zoe up. As much as she didn't want to go, she knew she must.

"Please keep me posted," Agatha said, gathering all of her things from off her desk. "I don't care if it's the middle of the night, wake me up."

"They'll be coming back in soon enough," Jack said, grabbing her key card before it fell to the floor. "I'm sure you won't miss anything."

"Nevertheless, I want to be in the loop," she replied, exhaling as she adjusted her belongings in her arms. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack. Hopefully we'll have something."

Not in a million years would she have believed that her research on Count Dracula would've gone this far. Upon moving to England with Zoe, she wasn't quite sure what to expect until the day she received the life altering phone call. Evidently, it wasn't just Abraham Van Helsing who'd been hellbent on studying Count Dracula. Even more surprising was that he was at least aware of the construction of the institution and its purpose.

Bloxham had been the one to reach out to Agatha expressing her condolences. It was clear, though, that her intentions went further than mere well wishes. According to the head researcher, the Foundation had first contacted her brother, who immediately turned them down. He'd never believed in the existence of vampires and found the institution just as absurd as his sister. It was only when the former nun agreed to a position, that the Harker Foundation finally had a Van Helsing heir.

Agatha walked up to the front door of the tiny, blue house and wrapped three times. Almost immediately, it swung open and Zoe through her arms around her aunt's waist. She acted as if she hadn't seen the woman in years, much less a few hours. Old Mrs. Avery had just made it to the door by the time the little girl had grabbed her belongings.

"Aunt Aggie, I missed you," she exclaimed. "You didn't forget me!"

"I'd never forget you," Agatha smiled, patting the top of her head. "Were you good for Mrs. Avery?"

"She was very well behaved," the older woman smiled. "Why, we five episodes of The Price is Right together! I've never met someone who enjoyed it as much as I do."

"There were cookies," Zoe explained. "Can we go?"

"Tell Mrs. Avery thank you first," the former nun instructed, giving the other woman a smile. "Thank you, Jane."

"Of course. Anytime, Agatha," Mrs. Avery replied. "She's always a joy to have."

Zoe sang loudly, and off key to a pop song in the back seat as Agatha drove them home. At least she seemed to be in a pretty good mood. By the time she started dinner, the sun had already begun to set over the horizon.

"James Hopkins blew milk out of his nose today," her niece informed her as Agatha set a plate in front of her. "It was pretty cool. But then he got in trouble."

"Well I certainly hope you won't try doing the same," she exhaled, joining her at the table. "Did anything else happen today?"

"Hm…" Zoe pondered. "I painted in art!"

"Oh? What did you paint?"

"A toad," she answered, taking a bite out of her pizza. "I glued googly eyes to it."

Just as Agatha opened her mouth to reply, her cell phone rang. Excusing herself, she stood up and retrieved the device from where it sat on the counter. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw the name on the screen. Jack Seward.

"Jack?"

"Zoe," came the voice on the other line. "They found him. They found Count Dracula."

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[marril96]

The Distance Between Us

Chapter 6: With Friends Like These...

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena is surprisingly generous, and Crowley is a drama king.

Editor: @cherrypierowena

The Sunday tutoring session went as well as the first one. You still had a long way to go, but at the very least you were starting to understand the few lessons that were on the test.

For a mean girl, Rowena was an amazing teacher. You could tell learning was something she was really passionate about, as was spreading the knowledge she had.

If only she were like that — that patient, that, dare you say it, nice — at school.

You might have even liked her.

Was that why Sam liked her? Her genuine interest in knowledge? Was that what they were talking about when they hung out?

If yes, you could somewhat understand where Sam was coming from. If you only knew her as a dedicated geek, you would like her, too.

But you didn't.

The majority of what you saw of her was meanness. Bullying. Snobbery.

A few hours of studying together couldn't erase that. Couldn't erase the fact that not only had she made the choice to be that way — she'd fought tooth and nail for it.

She was a mean girl by choice.

When the bell rang that Monday, Ms. Hanscum asked for you and Rowena to stay behind. Rowena rolled her eyes. You did the same. You'd had enough of math.

"So," Ms. Hanscum said in her ever-present overly cheerful tone, "how's it going, girls? Made any progress?"

"Yup," you replied. Not as much as she probably expected, but it was something.

"Great!" she beamed. "I knew this would be a great arrangement!"

"It's bloody epic," Rowena mumbled under her breath sarcastically.

You snorted.

Ms. Hanscum frowned. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Rowena said, picture perfect smile mirroring the teacher's painted on her mouth.

Ms. Hanscum grinned big and bright. "I'm so happy for you girls! This'll help you both out. You'll see."

Right. Because being forced to spend time with someone you disliked was so helpful.

"You gonna be ready for the make up exam?"

The question caught you off guard. "Um… well…"

"She totally will," Rowena cut in. You threw her a look she ignored.

You'd gone over a few lessons. There were still a lot of things you didn't get. A lot of things you were insecure about.

You would study, but you doubted it would help much.

The majority of the things that were on the test were still a foreign language to you, and that meant another big, fat F.

"Excellent!" Ms. Hanscum said happily. She reached into a paper bag she had on the desk, took out a donut and bit into it. Pointing at the bag, mouth full and smeared with powdered sugar, she asked, "Donut?"

Rowena made a face as if she'd just been offered rotten meat.

"Sure," you said just to spite her, and took a donut of your own. You took a large bite, basking in the sweetness. "They're awesome!"

"Right?" Ms. Hanscum said. "There's this bakery down the street from where I live. They make excellent donuts! Take another one."

You did as you finished the first one, then bid goodbye to the teacher and headed outside.

"You're disgusting," Rowena said, expression matching her words.

You smirked. "I know."

She rolled her eyes.

"What's with the whole 'she'll totally be ready' shit?" you asked.

"That." She shuffled her feet nervously. Looked around as if in search of spies. "I was thinking — maybe we could study today, tomorrow, and the day after, too."

She what?

"You crazy?"

As if two days wasn't enough.

She wanted to add three more days to it?

"We don't have to," Rowena said, annoyed. "Just saying we could."

"Isn't that a bit much?"

She shrugged. "There's quite a bit we still haven't covered."

"Maybe I don't struggle with that," you said.

She looked at you in disbelief. "Do you?"

If only you didn't.

There was no point lying. "Yeah."

She smirked. Triumphant. Smug. "So, what do you say?" In a nonchalant, overly fake tone, she added, "It's fine if you don't want to. It's your grade."

Did — did she want you to say yes?

"Fine," you said.

Your friends were going to just love you missing out on hangouts to study with her.

"Four o'clock?"

"Works for me."

It was a deal.

*****

"So?" Dean asked first thing he saw you at lunch break.

"So what?"

But you already knew.

"What was it like, studying with the evil skank?"

The hot topic in your friend group.

"Quite fun, actually," you said.

They all, except for Sam, looked at you as if you'd just admitted to killing a litter of kittens.

Awful, pathetic, and horrible were some of the expected answers.

Oh, well.

You lived to disappoint.

"What?" you said defensively and took a bite out of your sandwich.

Crowley looked you in the eyes, then, seeing you were serious, did the sign of the cross.

You rolled your eyes so hard Rowena would've envied you.

Seriously?

He wasn't even religious. His only gospel was You Only Live Once and he lived its word to the fullest.

"Fun? Fun?!" he said dramatically. Loud enough for the entire school to hear him. A few people turned their heads. Most ignored him, having gotten used to his theatrics. "You call spending time with my sister — alone — fun?!"

"Yeah," you said nonchalantly.

His face flushed red as a cherry. Or a bomb inches away from explosion. Which, given the circumstances, seemed like a likely scenario. "That's it!" he proclaimed. "Friendship over!"

God.

What was it that made you want to be friends with him in the first place?

Oh, right — this very behavior.

You sure knew how to pick them.

"Were we ever even friends?" Crowley kept ranting. Eyes wide. Hands flying in all directions as he gestured like a madman. Accent thick in every word. "Was everything a lie? Are you a lie? Do you even bloody exist?!"

"Oh, come on!" you said, irritation sparking through you like a rush of heat.

You were beginning to comprehend why he and Rowena didn't get along — they were too damn similar!

"You've gone team whore!"

You shot him an incredulous look. "'Cause I liked studying with her?"

"That's how she gets you!" he explained. "Pretends to be nice. Sucks you in. Digs the claws in. Then you're hers! You might as well be dead!"

"You're overreacting." You looked around. "Why are y'all so quiet? He's overreacting. Right? Tell him he's overreacting."

"He's overreacting" Sam said.

Your man! "Thank you!"

Castiel frowned in confusion. His signature move. "You really liked it?"

"Yeah," you replied. "She's a great teacher."

Crowley let out an inhumane noise that might have been a squeak.

Or a pterodactyl mating call.

"She is!" you said defensively.

"Wow," Meg said.

Dean scowled suspiciously. "You hit your head? Did she hit you in the head?"

"Jesus Christ!" you exploded, having had enough. Your gang was always a bit weird, but this was ridiculous. This was fucking crazy! "I just think she's a good tutor. Doesn't mean I like the girl!"

"You liked being with her. That's pretty much the same thing," Dean said.

"No, it's not," you argued. "Why do you even care? I mean, Sam's friends with her."

"Sam gets his at home."

The younger Winchester shot him his signature bitchface.

"You hate her," Dean added. "You've always hated her!"

More like disliked her.

Severely.

She hadn't — yet — done anything to make you hate her.

Even still…

"It was just one study session!" you defended.

Meg held up two fingers and said in a deadpan manner, "Two."

"Two study sessions," you corrected. A sigh escaped your mouth. "I don't get what the big deal is. Like I said, she's still a bitch. She's just also a good tutor."

"She'll fuck you over," Crowley said. "She'll play with your heart, then tear it out and eat it right in front of you!"

"Okay, drama king," you said exasperatedly. "You're right. You're completely right. Can you stop now?"

"She will eat it!" he exclaimed dramatically.

"I'm starting to think you're jealous."

He scowled.

You smiled, sugary sweet, overdone.

"Don't worry. You're still my favorite MacLeod. Even if you're annoying."

He flipped you off.

You returned the favor.

"I'm no fan of ginger-bitch, but I'm starting to see why she hates drama king here," Meg commented. "So fucking glad I'm an only child."

"Says the girl who sucked Lucifer's dick up until recently," Crowley retorted.

Meg shot him a look that threatened murder. "He wishes. Do you also wish I sucked your dick?"

"I'm not that desperate. Besides, a man my size? You couldn't handle it, darling."

She laughed. "Trust me, sugar, I've handled bigger and better."

She squeezed Castiel's arm as she said that, prompting him to blush crimson and turn his head.

Crowley snickered. "Never a real man, then."

"Clarence is plenty real," Meg said. Her way of calling him angel. "You? A waste. Might as well change your name to Tiffany and parade around in a pink dress."

Damn.

She was ruthless.

"I'd still look bloody fabulous," Crowley said, head high in feigned pride. "Better than Feathers here. You two are perfect for each other."

"Why, thank you!"

"It wasn't a compliment."

"It was to me."

"You take everything as a compliment. Like all those things Lucifer said to you. The rumors he spread. All compliments, right?"

Meg scowled. He'd hit a nerve. "Piss off, Fergus."

Uh oh.

There was a reason he'd insisted that everyone — including the teachers — called him Crowley. He hated his birth name. Loathed it to the depths of his soul. He claimed it sounded like a venereal disease and hated his mother for giving it to him.

Rowena, naturally, insisted on calling him that and only that.

His friends, on the other hand, called him as he preferred.

Meg sure knew how to run her mouth.

But then, she wasn't his friend. The two of them could barely stand each other, and had only hung out because she was dating Castiel, who in turn was sort-of-friends with him.

Calling them acquaintances would be generous.

"I'll piss on you, Meg," Crowley retorted.

Meg grinned. "Oh, you just know what turns me on, don't you?" she purred.

He flipped her off.

She laughed.

Good ol' Meg and Crowley. Always a great distraction.

As they bantered, Castiel, as well as you, Sam, and Dean stood there awkwardly. Unsure what to say. How to react.

Then you revealed that you would be studying with Rowena today, tomorrow, and the day after, and, to your grievance, all the attention and drama was back on you.

*****

"You what?"

Olivette was livid. She remained calm, but her tone, the strain in her voice, the ice on her face were dead giveaways of the storm that brewed inside. Tranquil fury. Lightning before the rumbling thunder.

As expected, she hadn't taken the news of Rowena having three tutoring sessions with you this week well.

Neither did Lucifer, but he, at the very least, had the decency to keep his anger to himself.

"You're really tutoring Dumbo three days this week?" he said. "Seriously?"

"It wasn't my bloody idea!" Rowena said. "Ms. Hanscum said I had to. And tried to force-feed me donuts."

She made a face.

Olivette made an even more disgusted one. "That bitch is such a pig."

"I drew the line at that," Rowena said.

Okay, so she said a wee lie. Or a couple. Or a bit more.

She couldn't exactly admit it was her idea. What would that look like?

A shudder ran through her at the thought, cold as ice.

"So you can't hang out today?" Olivette asked.

Rowena shook her head. "Or tomorrow, or Wednesday."

'What about us?" Lucifer whined, pouting like a child.

She pulled on a smile. He was an arse, but he could be impossibly cute when he wanted.

"She doesn't care."

He said something not very nice under his breath. "This is such bullshit!"

"I'll make it up to you," Rowena said, lacing fingers through his. Squeezing them together in a tight knot. Her eyes wandered from his to Olivette's. "Both of you. Friday night, I'm all yours."

The truth was, she was looking forward to studying with you more than the outing she'd arranged with them.

She thought having popular friends would be the best thing ever, but the truth was, it was the opposite.

She hated it.

Hated watching Olivette and her little posse bully girls they deemed fat and ugly and boys they deemed unworthy of looking at them.

Hated watching Lucifer shove kids into lockers and threaten them for nothing but the sheer thrill of it.

Hated being there when it happened.

Hated laughing along with them, encouraging them without a single word as their victims' eyes wandered to her in search of help, of mercy, only to turn down in disappointment at finding none.

A part of her knew it was worth it. The life she had — she'd fought for it. So what if a few people had to suffer?

At least it wasn't her.

Never again.

Now, she was on top of the food chain.

Didn't mean she had to like all it entailed.

She needed an out. A vacation. A wee bit of time away from it all. Needed something to make her forget all the bad she did — all the bad she was still doing.

She was a good tutor. A bloody great one.

And, for a girl who never did anything to better herself, you made for good company.

You did as told. It took you a while from time to time, but you did all the work she gave you. Contrary to what she thought, you weren't dumb. You just needed a bit of guidance.

There were sarcastic remarks and eye-rolls, often mutual, but other than that, tutoring you was a pleasant experience.

It was, dare she say it, fun.

"You'd better," Lucifer purred, then pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

"I promise," Rowena muttered as they parted for breath. Then his lips were on hers once again, and she gave herself away, let him do with them as he pleased.

That was the way things worked between them. She gave. He took. Anything he wanted, he could take, no questions asked.

Just like Olivette and her posse.

Oh, well.

Everything came with a price stamped on it in large, bolded letters.

Rowena knew what she was getting into.

She'd made her bed. Now she had to lie in it.

*****

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[elliebear75]

Drabble challenge! 6, 81, 92

Three little fics, huh?  CHALLENGE ACCEPTED @mrskissytaylor!

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6.  Scary movies are for chumps.

“What’re we going to watch with the girls tonight?”  Duncan shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth.  “How about a scary movie?”

Rolling his eyes, Logan flipped through the card catalog of films his parents kept on hand in the entertainment room.  For weeks, Duncan had been moaning to Logan and Lilly about when he should try and take things past the hand-holding level.  If Logan and Lilly were already at the 10 level of contact, Duncan and Veronica were firmly cemented at a 1 – and probably would be forever if someone didn’t help.

“Pft.  Scary movies are for chumps.  Chicks dig old, romantic movies.  Trust me.”  Pulling out a card, Logan fanned himself with it and grinned.  “Like ‘The Way We Were’ – classic cinema.  Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford. They’re in love, but they can’t make it work, and in the end, they both go off and try and live without each other.”

Duncan wrinkled his nose.  “That sounds horrible.”

Pointing his finger at Duncan, Logan shook his head.  “No, no.  It’s good.  She’ll be all sappy and mushy and cuddly.  And you’ll be there to comfort her.”

“That makes no sense.”

Shrugging, Logan turned to walk up to the projector room.  “I don’t get it either, but those are the rules.  It’s that whole angst thing.  Trust me – when your sister and I watched ‘Same Time Next Year’….”

“Ugh!  Stop!  Don’t even finish that sentence.”  Duncan continued to make gagging noises as Logan stopped at the door, tossing a wink over his shoulder at his friend.

“Don’t worry, Donut.  By the end of tonight, I guarantee you at least get a kiss in the dark from Vee.”

A crooked smile crossed the teen’s face and he blushed.  “I hope you’re right.”

Exhaling, Logan opened the door and walked inside, his face falling the minute he was out of view.  “Yeah.  I’m right.  But I just don’t want to see it.”

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81.  Excuse me for falling in love with you.

“You’re the worst, Logan Echolls.  The worst!”  

Veronica shoved him, hard.  So hard the petite girl almost knocked him over and he reached out, grabbing for something to keep him upright.  Unfortunately, that thing was Veronica’s arm and as he fell backwards, into the pool, he dragged her right along with him, screaming at the top of her lungs.

They hit the water hard, a tangle of limbs pushing Logan towards the bottom and he struggled, grabbing for her as he kicked his long legs out underneath himself to ascend back to the surface.  Gasping for breath as he broke the water line, his arms raised to make sure that Veronica was pulled out with him.  She sputtered and gasped as he pulled her close to him and her legs kicked the water, catching his shins as she did.

Coughing away the water in his mouth, Logan continued to argue, yelling back at her at the top of his lungs.  “Excuse me for falling in love with you!  I’m sorry!  It just happened!”

The shocked look on Veronica’s face softened for a moment as she stopped her struggling, and he dropped his hands from her, using them instead to tread water.  As she started to sink, she realized she needed to do the same, and began moving her arms and legs, pushing herself a little ways away from him.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true!  I love you, Veronica Mars!  And you can shove me in as many pools as you want and it won’t make it any less true.”

Shaking her head, Veronica looked away.  “That’s not possible.  You love Lilly.”

“I loved Lilly – but that was years ago.  She’s moved on and I need to too.  And I want to move on, with you.”  She continued to look away as Logan paddled closer.  “That night that you confessed your feelings for me – I know you were drunk – but it still sounded like…like it could be…”

“It was true.” Veronica whispered, the water carrying her voice.  “I know it shouldn’t be…because of Duncan but…”

“He doesn’t deserve you, Veronica.  He cheated on you and got Meg pregnant.  He chose a college out of town that he knew you couldn’t afford to go to.  He may be my friend, but he’s a terrible, terrible person.”

Logan couldn’t tell if the water on Veronica’s face was from tears or the pool.  Either way, when she looked into his eyes, there was sadness.

“I know.  I know he is, but I can’t…I don’t know…”

Swimming over to her, Logan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him as he paddled to the edge of the pool.  She didn’t struggle, wrapping her arms around his neck.  Holding onto the ledge, Logan held her close, hoping beyond hope that she would come around.

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92.  That sooooo classifies as a date.

Veronica slipped into the passenger seat of Logan’s BMW, a silly grin spreading across her face.  She shouldn’t be this happy.  Her dad was in the hospital and Logan was leaving town in a week. She should be miserable.  Instead, as she was getting dressed, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

“Hi!”

“Hi to you, beautiful. All ready for our first date in almost ten-years?”

“Pft.  This isn’t our first date.”  Reaching over her shoulder, Veronica buckled her seat belt, adjusting her denim skirt so it was ever so slightly lower on her thighs.  “We’ve been hanging out for days now.”

“Sex.  We’ve been having sex for days.” Logan leaned over, his hand running up her bare legs, stopping at the hem of her skirt and he kissed her cheek gently, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

“We ordered pizza and watched a movie one of those nights.  That sooooo classifies as a date.” She corrected him, kissing the tip of his nose and he chuckled.

“Naked pizza and a movie classifies as a date, huh.” Turning his attention back to the car, he turned on the ignition, taking a quick side glace at her. “I doubt Mama Lione’s will let us eat manicotti naked at our table.”

“I doubt Mama Lione’s will allow us to do any of the things we did that night in full view of everyone.”  Veronica drawled, her hand coming to rest on Logan’s hard thigh.  “In fact, talking about it really makes me think we should not waste time at a restaurant and get our meal to go.”

A twisted smirk appeared across Logan’s lips and he tossed Veronica a playful wink.  “Well…if it still classifies as a date…then…”

Settling into her seat, Veronica shimmied a little against the soft leather.  Real dates could wait until Logan came back from deployment.  For now, she would happily take as many of these almost dates as she could get.

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[meganlpie]

The Governess

Anonymous asked: Meg! I love your blog and I know you love AUs and Classic literature so I was wondering if you could write a Loki x fem!reader based on Jane Eyre??? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Here you are, lovely! This thing took on a life of its own to be honest. I do not own Loki, Natasha, or Tony. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, a little jealousy, Movie/book based AU, and it’s long! Probably the longest one-shot I’ve written. 

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark. 

The beautiful manor of your new employer came into view and you drew in a breath.  It was beautiful. The falling leaves all around the place only added to its charm. You knew you had to take it in while you could because once you entered the manor, you would have to put on your professional attitude. You were there for a job after all. To be a governess to the ward of the owner of the estate.

           Your carriage stopped and you took a deep breath. Were you ready for this? This was your first real job. Your previous employment had been through the boarding school you’d grown up in. You knew everyone there before you even began working, This was uncharted territory. However, whether you were ready or not, it was time. You climbed down from the carriage and the door of the manor immediately opened.

           "You must be the new governess!“ an older woman greeted, descending the stairs. You smiled at her. "I am.” The woman smiled and offered a hand. “I’m Mrs. Wilson. The housekeeper. Mr. Laufeyson isn’t at home as of yet, but he instructed me to get you settled and to introduce you to your charge. Come along.” Without giving you a chance to reply, Mrs. Wilson turned on her heel and practically skipped up the steps.

           Once inside, Mrs. Wilson ordered one of the kitchen maids to bring you some tea. You were grateful. Autumn was upon you and the weather was beginning to turn cold. When you were both situated, Mrs. Wilson sent for your charge. You felt your excitement spike and hoped you would be able to not only teach the girl, but to also get along well with her.

           The little girl, no more than seven, came barreling into the room a few moments later.  "Ah, Rose, there you are. It is time to meet your new governess. This is Miss Y/L/N.“ Rose smiled up at you. "Hello, Miss Y/L/N,” she greeted with a slightly clumsy curtsy. “Good evening, Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

           Time passed quickly and yet slowly at the same time. Before you knew it, weeks had passed. Your days were full, although sometimes lonely. Rose was a very bright, albeit excitable child. She took to her lessons well, but you sometimes had to remind her to focus. Whenever she heard any kind of commotion, she would be at the window in her small classroom.

           You thoroughly enjoyed your position, but you craved adult conversation. Mrs. Wilson was the only other adult in the manor that seemed to have time to talk to you, but she had her own schedule to keep. And you had yet to meet your employer. He had not returned from his business trip, much to your dismay.

           Mr. Laufeyson was a mystery to you. The employees really didn’t talk much about him. They only said that he was a generous employer if you did your job well. And that he would often be gone for weeks at a time, like now. You were getting more excited to meet him by the day, but you never expected to meet him the way you did.

           Rose had music lessons three days a week and, during those lessons, you had time to yourself. While Rose practiced, you chose to explore the land you were living on. One day, you were out walking when you were approached by a rather large dog. The dog ran laps around your skirts before taking off in the opposite direction. Curious, you followed the beast and found exactly what he wanted you to.

           Sitting on the side of the dirt road, was probably one of the most beautifully handsome men you’d ever seen. He had hair as black as a raven that fell slightly in his stunning green eyes. Even though he was sitting, you could tell he was a tall man. Tall and lean. He whistled to the dog before finally looking up at you.

           "Are you alright?“ you asked as you took a step closer to him. The man assured you that he was. "Of course. A fox spooked my horse and she threw me. I have merely twisted my ankle. It is nothing for you to worry about, Miss.” As a teacher and now governess, you had learned to spot when someone was not telling you the truth. And this man was definitely not being honest about how much pain he was in.  

           "Are you certain you don’t require assistance?“ He let his eyes linger on yours for a moment. "I said I was fine,” he snapped softly. You rolled your eyes. “Very well. If you are not in need of help, then I shall leave. I need to return anyway.” You picked up your skirts and turned away.

           You barely made it ten steps before the mystery man called out to you. You smirked to yourself, but hid the expression quickly as you glanced back at him. “It is possible that I do require your assistance.” You shook your head at his stubbornness, but walked back to him. “Thank you, Miss. If you could just get me over to my horse, I can get to my destination.” You helped him over and onto the horse and he rode off, the dog following behind.

           Shaking your head again, you glanced down at your pocket watch. Your eyes widened. You were going to be late. You picked up your skirts once more and ran back to the manor. Once inside the gates, you slowed, smoothed out your hair and skirts and walked back in. It wouldn’t do for Rose to see you so disheveled. You didn’t realize that there were more important opinions at stake.

           As soon as you entered the house, Rose was at your side. “Miss Y/L/N! You’ll never guess what happened! Papa is home!” You smiled down at her. “That is wonderful, Rose, but we mustn’t shout.” Rose’s face screwed up in an expression that told you she didn’t appreciate the scolding. She didn’t respond though. Instead, she grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the parlor.

           You stopped short in the doorway. There, sitting somewhat comfortably on the chaise, was the mystery man from before. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N. We meet again.” You simply stared for a moment, knowing full well that you probably looked like an idiot. Not exactly the best first impression to give your employer. You cleared your throat and curtsied slightly. “Mr. Laufeyson.”  

*time skip*

           Mr. Laufeyson was as mysterious as they said. One moment, he would be happily smiling with Rose and the next, he would make up some reason to leave the room or sometimes even the manor. His demeanor toward you was even more confusing.

           Sometimes, he would treat you as an employer should treat a governess. Other times, he would sit and have long conversations with you, talking and laughing as if you were friends. Those conversations were the highlight of your days. They made you feel something you hadn’t felt before.

           Often, you would look up to find him staring at you even though he was listening to Rose chatter away. Truth be told, you would often stare at him as well. At least when he was home. There were several instances where he would disappear for weeks at a time. The point was that you never knew where you stood with him. Well, not until the night he returned from a trip and decided to throw a random dinner party.

           The house was soon full of people you did not know, but luckily, you had only to keep an eye on Rose. That is, until Mr. Laufeyson came to you insisting that you and Rose dress appropriately and join them. It was there that you truly realized your growing feelings for the mysterious man that was Loki Laufeyson.

           You walked in with Rose, who immediately ran over to her guardian, despite your scolding her not to run. You shook your head and sat down just in time to see a beautiful woman with red hair appear next to your employer. She wrapped an arm around his and smiled coyly at him.

           "Isn’t she lovely?“ a voice next to you asked. You turned your head. A man with short brown hair and dark eyes sat at the table next to you. You nodded. "She is.” Next to her, you felt plain. “Who is she?” The man laughed lightly. “Natasha Romanoff. Although, if rumors are to be believed, she is to be Mrs. Laufeyson sooner rather than later.”

           You fought to keep your expression neutral. “Oh?” The man nodded. “Yes. But that’s only if the rumors are true. The two have been seen together more and more often lately. Whenever he has a chance to visit. Everyone swears they’ll hear wedding bells ringing soon.” You didn’t reply. That explained so much. Why Mr. Laufeyson always seemed happier after a trip away from the manor. Why he looked at you like he was didn’t know what to do. If he did in fact marry Natasha, there would be no need for a governess anymore. Rose would have a mother figure in her life after that.

           You rose from your seat and smiled at your companion. “I think it is time for Rose to retire. Thank you for the informative conversation Mr…” He stood and smiled. “Stark. Anthony Stark.” After introducing yourself, you bowed your head at him and turned from the table. Keeping yourself calm, you walked over to where Rose was standing with Mr. Laufeyson. “Forgive the intrusion, but it is time for Rose to retire for the night. She has an early lesson in the morning.”

           Mr. Laufeyson nodded. “Once you have put her to bed, return to the festivities, Miss Y/L/N.” It was an order, but one you were not going to follow. “Forgive me, Mr. Laufeyson, but I would rather not. Come along, Rose.” Rose reluctantly took your hand and let you lead her from the room. You could feel Mr. Laufeyson’s eyes on you the entire time.

           After you put Rose to bed, you rested against the wall outside her room. You couldn’t explain the pang of jealousy coursing through you. You had no right to feel this way. After all, he was your employer. Nothing more, no matter how much you wished otherwise.

           "You ignored a direct order.“ You jumped at the sound of Mr. Laufeyson’s voice. You looked at him with a glare. "I am not an animal you can order around, sir. I am a human being, even if am simply a governess, and I will not be bullied into doing something I do not wish to do. Perhaps you should return to your party and allow me to retire in peace. I am certain Miss Romanoff is missing your company.”

           "Miss Romanoff will survive without my company for a few moments,“ he said simply. He took a step closer to you. "I wish for you to return to the festivities with me.” You shook your head. “Goodnight, Mr. Laufeyson.” He let out a low groan. “Must you defy me at every turn? Must you be so stubborn? Need I worry about Rose developing a defiant streak?”

           "I assume you won’t have to worry about that much longer.“ His brows drew together in confusion. "Why would you assume that?” You chuckled and moved away from Rose’s room. You didn’t want to keep her awake. “There is quite the buzz around you and Miss Romanoff. If what they are saying is true, then you will not be needing a governess for much longer.”

           You turned to walk away from him, but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist lightly. “Miss Y/L/N,” he whispered, “I would not dream of taking you away from Rose. As for me and Miss Romanoff, there is no need for your jealousy.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “I am not jealous, Mr. Laufeyson.”

           "Then stay. Do not let rumors push you out of Rose’s life.“ You gazed up into his eyes. They were boring into your soul. He was testing you. ” No. I can’t.“  Loki let go of your wrist and slowly moved his hand up to settled on your cheek. "Please? For Rose’s sake?” You shook your head. “No. I love Rose, but no.”

           You could feel your resolve weakening the longer he looked at you. The longer his hand was on your face. “And if I were to tell you that I have no intention of marrying Miss Romanoff? Would you remain with us? With me?” You heartbeat quickened and you felt the blood rush to your face. He wanted you to stay with him? Not just for Rose?

           "Why?“ you asked softly. He moved a little closer to you. "Why what? Why do I wish for you to stay? Because you bring something to the manor I didn’t think possible. You brought life back into this place. Life and light. And joy. And love. You brought everything I could not bring for Rose after her parents died. Besides, if you left, who would challenge me? Who would make me look at life differently? I need that in my life. I need you, Y/N.”

           Those were words you never thought you’d ever hear. Not from him nor anyone else. You didn’t think you were worthy of such passion, especially not from him. After all, a governess with no dowry doesn’t exactly have prospects lining up outside her door. Yet, here he was. Your employer was practically begging you to stay with him because he needed you. The question was, did he love you? You wouldn’t be able to stay for anything less than the passionate love you somehow knew he was capable of.

           As if reading your mind, he leaned down and rested his forehead on yours. “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me. I cannot imagine facing this world without you by my side. I love you and only you.” He now had both hands on your face and his green eyes were pleading with you to understand, to believe him. To love him. “Mr. L-,” you started, but cut yourself off, “Loki. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. My heart can’t take it.”

           He pulled back slightly so he could see all of your face. “I mean every word, Y/N. I have never loved a woman more and I am certain I never will again. Let me love you, my darling.” You fought back a sniffle as you nodded. That was all Loki needed to throw decorum out the window. Standing there, in the middle of the darkening corridor, Loki leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently. Murmurs of “I love you” echoed through the empty space as he kissed you with all the sweet passion he could muster.

(a/n: I really hope you like it!)

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