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My Date With the President's Daughter

part one: Blue Bunny

prompt: your father finds out about Tangerine in the worst way during a charity gala before marauders try to rob it.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 6.3k+

note: a little Disney Channel throwback in the title anyone?

warnings: use of Irish names that DO NOT dictate race, more Mafia antics, short smut / interrupted smut (you'll see), NSFW i think, mature content, cursing, chaos and violence, weapons: guns and knives, blood. dead bodies, reader's a Daddy's Girl, abrupt ending, slight angst, more hurt and comfort i guess, author still has no idea what this plot is - revoke her internet access.

The theme of the gala that night was inspired by the Palace of Versailles; regal, royal, glittering and so very, very gold. It was held at one of the most expensive hotels in the city, the entire building rented out in preparation with three different caterers and expensive bottles of alcohol being served. The gala was THE place to be - most people vying for an invitation, everyone who was anyone in attendance; dripping in designer clothes, shoes, and jewelry that sparkled in candlelight.

Every single year for the past 25 years, your legendary father hosted a large charity event that your mother was project manager of - meaning she chose the themes, decor, and the invite list. Only elite persons (both in the public and private eye) with deep pockets were invited, knowing they'd cut a large check if they wanted your father to stay out of their business territories. So, in honor of the richer-than-rich attendees, your mother used grand and golden decorations; creating a tastefully regal atmosphere for those who didn't actually have a drop of royal blood in their veins.

You father, Fallon, meaning "leader" in the ancient Celtic language, looked as handsome and dapper as ever; his tux dry cleaned, steamed, ironed, and tailored, paired with clean and shining dress shoes that had a bright red sole. His hair was slicked back, tattoos on his neck visible from the swept-back style.

Your mother, Maeve, whose name meant "she who rules", looked like she had just walked off a runway. Her dress hugged her slender and impressive figure, the material shimmering under the soft lighting. Her heels were high, hair pinned off her neck to show off bright diamond earrings that matched the thin chain of glittering gems around her collarbones, the sparkling tennis bracelet, and the absurdly large wedding ring on her finger. Her face was lightly painted with make-up, always a woman who didn't need much - if any at all. You prayed to age as gracefully as she.

Your brother, Oisín - pronounced [Oh - Sheen] - meant "little deer"; a cheeky but shy lad at the ripe age of 10. He wore a matching tux as your father, and had an emerald broach pinned on his lapel to indicate he belonged to your family. His au pair was supposed to be watching him so you could mingle with donors, but Oisín didn't stray from your side; a wee hand holding the material of your expensive dress on your hip to keep himself from getting lost.

The gala was crowded. Large event room stifling, requiring the air be turned on. Perfume assaulting the senses in a clash of scents.

The trademark "cha-ching" sound effect echoed in your mind as you shmoozed a few guests into their donations; impressing your brother by how easy you made it look. You thanked each donor with a pretty smile and fluttering lashes, floating around the room to meet other investors; giving them your family's charity's mission statement and explained where their money would go. Most of the people in this room were seedy criminals - similar to your father - and the other few were corrupt politicians who were nestled in the criminal's pockets.

By no means was the night boring, but this was work for you; all business, no pleasure.

The decor your mother chose had a lot of glittering gold details; a few imported busts and statues, an entire wall full of sculpted grass to mimic the Palace's own garden designs; artwork hung in thick, intricate frames, bright crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The event hall was specifically chosen for the floor-to-ceiling windows, sculpted shrubbery planted around the room; banquet tables covered in white cloth and chairs made of white plush - complimenting the detailed golden accents. It was gorgeous, you were impressed by your mother's attention to detail.

You wore a dress made of fine silk, the pretty green hue complimenting your skin tone; hair left down, pinned at the sides, showing off the dangling, expensive earrings your father gifted you on your 18th birthday. You, too, wore heels that forced you to walk taller and with calculated steps; rimmed eyes darting around to ensure there wasn't any shady business transpiring. But when surrounded by people who made their living by being sketchy, it was hard to clock each and every movement; being why your father had hired a very specific (and loyal) security service.

With several checks in hand, you visited your father's banker, a mute man named Bradley, and handed them over for safe keeping; your brother able to practice his sign language. Bradley was happy to reply, your entire family versed in multiple languages, and showed the young lad his process of collecting and documenting the donations. After tallying your new checks to the grand total, he used British Sign Language to inform you and Oisín of the updated tally generated so far.

"Why does Daddy need to do this?" The young lad asked, holding your hand tightly; not being a fan of social interactions - especially to this magnitude.

"To keep business moving squeaky clean," you answered softly, smiling at a few who passed you. "Money makes the world go 'round, don't it?"

He sighed, "Do we know all these people?"

"We do, they're Daddy's associates," you nodded, "and you best believe, they all know us. See, one day, you'll learn their names and what businesses they provide, how Daddy keeps them all employed."

Oisín looked uncomfortable, wondering, "Are they dangerous? Like the guys that came for Christmas?"

You came to a halt around the edge of the room, caressing his head while being careful not to muse his hair out of place. "They're all dangerous, in their own way, yes, lovie. But," you lowered into a squat so you could look your brother in his eyes, "you'll learn, Daddy's much more dangerous. So, we host events like this t'keep everyone happy and in line, you see? It's a power play."

He nodded, glancing around the room of adults. "Do I have to stay the whole time, though? Mommy said I could invite Darrel and Kevin - they're over there," he pointed towards one of the round tables, two of his classmates laughing with their mothers standing off to the side. "And I'm hungry!"

"Oh, you're a hungry lad, is it?" You smiled, watching his head bob. "Well then, in that case, we should feed you, huh? C'mon," you straightened and offered your hand, which he took gratefully. "We'll get yah fed, sweetums, and you can hang with your friends, yeah?"

"Daddy won't be mad?"

"No, I'll tell him you did really well tonight, helping me collect donations," you winked, leading him to one of the catering tables. You made up his plate with different options, carrying it to the table his friends, Darrel and Kevin, were sat at.

The boys - who looked adorably dapper in suits and bowties - greeted your brother happily; letting you set his plate down and greet the mothers kindly to thank them for their attendance that night.

"Oh, Miss!" Your brother's au pair, Lisa, hustled up to you, "I'm so sorry, I lost track - "

"No, no, 's fine, you're all right, deep breath, love," you assured, squeezing her upper arm. "Having a good night so far?"

"Oh, it's magical, Miss, innit?" She beamed, looking around in wonder. "Never been before despite working for your family all these years, I'm grateful for your mother's invitation tonight."

"Oh, we're very happy to host yah, sweetheart," you smiled. "But, uh, you mind keepin' an eye on Oisín for me? I've gotta work a bit more. He just wants t'hang with his friends, think he's a bit tired."

"Of course," she rushed.

"I'd wager you can take him t'bed after Daddy's speech, hmm? I know he'll want Oisín here for that, at the very least."

Lisa agreed, mingling with the other mothers as you pecked Oisín's head and told him to behave, that you were gonna go back to working the gala; which he at least acknowledged before being sucked back into a card game with Darrel. You didn't mind the blow off, liking the idea that he had as normal of a life as possible - a farfetched idea considering your father ran the bloody Irish Mafia and all. He's attended three different schools since he started his educational career, so you were content to leave him with his friends; letting boys be boys.

After making another deposit to Bradley, you visited one of the modern and unique glass bars (one of three stations) while feeling somewhat dejected by the night's missing guest. But speak (or think) of the Devil and He shall appear.

"You weren't kiddin' when you said your family goes all out for events like this. Jesus fuckin' Christ," a familiar, accented voice crooned; a body saddling up to the bar beside you. You first saw his hands clasped together on the bar, recognizing the golden rings and single bracelet, smirking as your eyes lifted to meet that of Aaron - or Tangerine.

"You're late," you mused, locking eyes with the bartender and holding up two fingers; indicating you now wanted two of the drinks you ordered, him nodding.

"Sorry 'bout that, love, yeah, no, Lem and I got caught up in somethin', had ta deal, then get cleaned up for yah. Figured you wouldn't want us walkin' in here with blood on us."

"You'd be right," you hummed, red painted lips stretching in amusement as you both casually leaned on the glass bartop with your forearms. "Doesn't matter, you're here now - thank God."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not like previous years," you admitted, sending a glance over your shoulder at the group of milling socialites. "Since Daddy inducted The Agency, some traction's picked up believe it or not. Seems like a lot of people like the idea of contract killers for hire and investing in the Black Market. Seems like you lot really up the ante, don't'cha?"

"Ah," he smirked, "you're welcome, then. Happy t'be of service."

"I'll only thank you when you make a donation to the cause."

"Yeah?" He smirked. "Well, you got anywhere private for me to write a check, then, love? Can't have anyone knowin' I'm charitable, got a reputation to uphold, know what I mean?" Then he leaned in real close, lips ghosted against your ear and making a shiver shoot down your spine, "C'mon, doll, 's been 3 weeks since I've seen yah."

"I know," you sighed, "but we've been busy tonight. Plus, Daddy would kill you - like, actually kill you - 'cause he's listed you specifically for me to stay away from."

"And yet, here you are, naughty girl, huh? Disobeying orders?" He smirked and put a space between you for the sake of appearances, two glasses of whiskey set before you. "Your Daddy's been preoccupied all night, love - don't think he'd even notice if we pop out for a bit. 'Fraid to admit but if I don't get you alone soon, I might actually lose my shit, darlin', honestly."

"Aaron, sweetheart, my family is hosting this event and we're responsible for collections," you deadpanned, but smirked, "'s a bit inappropriate to abandon such an important night by sneaking off."

"Can't tell me you're not tempted."

Now, you full-on grinned, "I didn't wear panties for a reason."

"You fuckin' tease," he growled over the rim of the crystal glass. When he tasted the whiskey, he hummed in shock, looking at the amber liquid, "Fuck me, that's nice."

"My family may or may not own several distilleries. You're drinking an exquisite, 15-year ol' whiskey, love." You took your own sip, casting another look around the room, finding your brother first, still with his friends before locating your parents. They were pleasantly distracted by an ambassador, making you grin at Tangerine, "C'mon."

"Hey?" He wondered, quickly setting his half-drank glass down as you snatched his free hand to quickly lead him away. He smirked and casted a look over his shoulder, instantly meeting Lemon's eyes - finding him laughing at the pair of you, toasting his drink at his brother in impression as if he knew what you two were up to.

Thanks to Thomas the Tank Engine, Lemon definitely knew what you two were doing - being excellent at reading people.

You lead your lover out of the event hall, checking up and down the empty hall and missing the way one of the security guards clocked your escape. You lead Tangerine into the large, private, unisex bathroom; shoving him against the closed door and instantly latching onto him in a deep kiss.

He was fully prepared, catching your hips; hissing a breath in through his nose, releasing a gentle moan out of sheer relief. When you pulled back, he grinned, "Got no idea how much I fuckin' missed yah, darlin'."

"Missed you more," you whispered in a rush, arms wrapping around his neck as he simultaneously began backing you up. It was a hungry kiss; heated, passionate, teeth clanking from impact, both attempting to make up for lost time. Ever in-sync, both your mouths opened to push your tongues against one another; exchanging saliva and the taste of expensive whiskey.

"C'mere," he panted after having backed you into the sink counter, seizing hold of your silken hips and hoisting you upwards. Your mouths were never far apart, joining together once more now that you were sat at a vantage point. Your hands shoved his navy blue suit jacket from his shoulders, it being set aside to the other end of the counter while you worked on his belt. "Never goin' this long again," he mumbled into your kiss, pushing the material of your dress up to let your legs spread wider in accommodation. Your lover rushed, "Jesus, fuck, feels like forever, don't it?"

You nodded as his hands pushed under the bunched material to grip the plush meat of your thighs; giving a gentle massage before sliding them higher until he met your bare hips. The cold counter bit into your exposed flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, you really didn't wear panties?" He groaned, glancing down as he lifted silk from your lap to catch a glimpse of your bare cunt - ready to greet him.

"Had a feelin' you'd show up, you just can't stay away, can yah?" You smirked, cheekily licking his lips as his belt clattered open. "Thought you'd might appreciate it," your chuckle was swallowed by his moan as the zipper of his trousers sounded almost shrilly to your over heightened senses. "Just need you close, so fuckin' close, please, missed you, baby - "

"No idea how much I've missed you, love, fuckin' hell," he rushed, reaching into his briefs the moment you had loosened the waistband of his tailored trousers to take hold of his cock. "This ain't gonna be nice an' easy, love, yeah? All right?" He checked, feeling you slide to the edge of the counter.

"Didn't think anything else," you grinned, gasping lightly when the head of his cock swept up and down your slit. "Plenty of time for that later, just need you fuckin' close - closer than close."

"Feel how fuckin' wet you are already? Goddamnit - "

"All for you, baby, c'mon, don't tease - "

In a single motion, Tangerine sheathed himself in your warmth, grinning in mischief, "Huh? Sayin' somethin', weren't yah, doll? Go 'head, finish your sentence, 'M listening."

You only chuckled, hands holding his neck and bicep in vice grips to keep yourself anchored as close as possible to him. "Three weeks without yah, and you wanna provoke me?" You whispered, feeling him begin to thrust in agonizing movements.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't, huh?"

You chuckled breathlessly - gasping when, suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. You were facing that way, looking up from Tangerine's shoulder, only to discover your worst fear. "Holy shit! Daddy!?" You squeaked, Tangerine jolting and cursing in a hushed tone as he instantly yanked out of your wet warmth.

"Oh, you betta be fuckin' kiddin' me," your father seethed. "The fuck is goin' on here!? What the fuck are you goin'!? Who the fuck is that - is-is-is that who I think it is?" He growled, your lover fumbling to tuck himself away and pull his trousers back together - not moving from between your legs in an effort to preserve your modesty. But he had turned slightly to give your father a glimpse of his face, making your Daddy snarl, "Oh, bloody fuckin' hell! You serious? Fuckin' Tangerine, is it? You lost your mind, girl!?"

"Daddy, please," you warbled nervously, tears of anxiety gathering.

"Get the fuck out here - now! Boff of yah's!" He commanded in a roar, stepping out of the doorway.

"Oh, holy fuck," Aaron breathed, latching his belt and looking at you with wide eyes. "Well, was nice while this lasted, huh? Gonna miss yah, pretty girl - "

"The fuck are you - "

"He's gonna fuckin' kill me, sugar," Tangerine frowned, your dress falling gracefully into place when you slid off the counter. "Your father's gonna fuckin' kill me, Goddamnit," he pulled his suit jacket back on. "Think I can make it out that window?"

"He already knows it's you, runnin' now won't help," you sniffled, shaking your head and moving for the still-opened door. "You didn't think to fucking lock the door? Jesus fuck, Aaron..."

He followed after you, meeting your father in the empty hallway outside where the gala was in full-swing. He looked enraged, jaw clenched and wide eyes ablaze, looking the both of you over in disgust. "You out of your bloody mind you stupid girl? Huh?" He demanded, "I told you - very clearly - you weren't to fuckin' see him again."

"Daddy - "

"And this is how I find out? Huh? That my daughter doesn't respect my authority or listen to my words? How the fuck do you think people would react to that? They see you disobeying and get the idea to do the same."

"I'm not yours to command - "

"You're my daughter!" Fallon barked in anger, "My only fuckin' daughter, which means, you are, indeed, mine to command - just like everyone else in this fucking organization! You understand? My word is law - "

"This isn't just some petty fling, Daddy, that I'm engaged in to pass the time! I'm in love with him!" You blurted out, eyes widening when you heard your own words and watched your father's face fall.

"Beg your pardon?" He seethed slowly. "Have you gone mental? Finally fuckin' lost it? Huh? You must be outta your Goddamn mind if you think you love this silly fuck! He doesn't love you back, Y/N, you're just a coveted prize because you're my daughter - it's a thrill to men like him! Women like you, you're just trophies! There's no authenticity - "

"With all due respect," Tangerine interrupted boldly with anger lacing his words, "but you've got it all wrong, sir. Your daughter is the most important person t'me - outside my bruva, of course. She's not a trophy to collect, she's not a dainty object for me to store onna shelf - she's not a notch on my belt. But you're right about one thing," his arm extended around your waist, "she is the most coveted prize - but that's because of who she is, not who her father is. She's my prize, yeah, because she's the end goal men search their whole lives for and for whatever reason, she fuckin' chose me. I consider it the greatest honor - "

"You got some fuckin' nerve, don't'cha?" Your father growled. "You know what, lad? Since it's evident my daughter doesn't take me seriously, maybe you'll be smart enough to heed my warning. You leave her the fuck alone or - "

"I can't do that, sir," Tan refused, "'cause like it or not, I'm mad for her. Absolutely stupid for her. I love your daughter past words, don't even think I've ever loved someone 'cause bein' with her feels so fuckin' different in comparison.

"That so?"

Tangerine nodded, other hand shoving into his pocket to toy with the cool metal of golden brass knuckles. "There's nobody in this world like your daughter, sir. Bein' in love with her is like euphoria, yeah? Makes me think back and realize how wrong I was about my feelings for anyone else 'cause of how I feel for her. I say there ain't no way I've ever loved anyone else 'cause I've never felt this way before - I've only felt this type of love with your daughter. Yeah? She's fuckin' everything to me, so, with respect, I can't stay away. I won't."

"Yeah? Yeah? Fuckin' fine. All right, sure, let's see if The Agency has anythin' t'say about this, huh? When I pull the plug on this deal, I'll be sure to tell your employers why and let them deal with you for ruining this business partnership."

"Daddy," you gasped, rushing when he turned for the event hall's doors, Aaron following swiftly. You caught the metal doors when your father yanked them open and strode into the room, doing your best to catch him before he did anything too rash. "Wait, wait, Daddy, please, just listen, listen to me - I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"Didn't mean for what? Me findin' yah fuckin' in the bathroom like a desperate whore?" He snarled over his shoulder, the thick crowd slowing him.

"Well, yes, but I also didn't mean to fall in love with him! All right? But you know better than all of us that it's not a choice, it just happens! Look at you and Mum - "

He rounded on you, Tan at your flank, opening his mouth to scold you when something caught his eye behind you. You didn't have time to question him as rapid shots filled the air, a telltale sign of an automatic gun being fired in the crowded room. You flinched slightly, Tangerine instantly grabbing your waist to cover your body with his; turning to locate the threat, only to discover a gaggle of men in all black wearing ski masks and duffel bags on their shoulders.

"Friends of yours?" Tan snipped at your father, keeping you low as the crowd shrieked in panic - all trying to escape, still being shot at. This caused the seedy individuals with guns to take a stand and shoot back at the intruders, creating mass confusion and limited advantages.

"Bruv!"

"Brian," Aaron panted, people bumping into one another as they panicked in a flood of bodies. He looked down at you and then to your father, Fallon, only to find blood blooming under his white button up. "Oh, fuck," his eyes widened, gunshots still sounding, "right, we gotta move - can deal with everything else later. Here, here, here," Tangerine plucked a cloth napkin from a nearby table and shoved it over your father's wound to help staunch the bleeding.

"They got the doors, mate," Lemon shook his head when you noticed your father's wound. Luckily, it didn't appear to be in a fatal location, his hand holding pressure as the security detail were being gunned down. "The fuck do we do now?" Lemon asked over shrill shrieks.

"What we do best," Tangerine answered, pushing your father into action and brandishing his gun. "Stay close - "

"I'm not leaving without my wife and son!" Your father growled.

"Lem!"

"On it," he agreed, disappearing into the swarm of people.

Your lover kept you close, shoving through the crowd to lead towards a set of heavy metal doors. Several men stepped in your way, Tan sneering, "Right, fuck this." He opened fire.

You squeaked in shock when a different body tackled Aaron from the side to knock him out of sight, your father keeping a hold on you as straggling bodies dropped around you. "There he is!" You heard over the confusion, locating a set of men surging towards you.

There was nowhere to go, leaving you to physically block your father in a bid to protect him - not needing to when Tangerine intercepted the two threats. He didn't have his gun anymore, lost in a stampede of feet on bloody marble floors, opting to use his fists and brute strength against the robbers. The brass knuckles helped.

You had to admit, it was the perfect night to attack considering how much money Bradley was keeping track of. Plus the fact that everyone's guard was down made tonight the perfect opportunity for marauders to act against your family.

However, in a sea of confusion, you were separated from your father's side; losing him amongst the people and feeling a tight hand seize your upper arm. "I got the daughter!" The man in a ski mask informed through the visible comms system. "Moving for the south wing, bring the van around t'the alley."

"Aaron!" You begged, trying to wrangle free but discovering your strength was nothing compared to the 6'3'' goon's. "Aaron! Aaron, please! Help!"

"Shut the fuck up," the man snapped, backhanding you and never releasing his grip. A single trickle of blood oozed from one nostril as the man's ring split your bottom lip. "Fuckin' move!" He barked at you in a thick accent, "Move, bitch, let's go!"

"What do you want!? Please, just - just tell me! I can give you whatever it is - please! Fucking let go!"

Another enemy joined you, sneering, "Oi! The fuck you doin'? Don't damage the goods, fuckin' idiot, we gotta keep her in decent shape for the ransom! Fallon ain't payin' if his daughter's been assaulted - "

But a gunshot boomed and the other man's body jolted before falling flat on his back - dead with a hole in his forehead. You tried to capitalize on your captor's shock, unsuccessful, feeling blood splatter on your back from a different fallen body. You saw your father under the wing of his security, his own gun being used in defense, begging, "Daddy! Daddy, help!"

The one night you don't ensure your thigh holster's filled, of course this happens!

Fallon was only able to watch as Tangerine fought his way up to you struggling in the bulky man's grip; impressed when one contract killer engaged another. "Oi!" Tan barked, "Hands off my girl, yah fuckin' lunatic!" He threw several punches, the goon forced to release you to defend himself. Fallon watched as Tangerine waited until you were freed and a step to the side before opening fire again - killing the man who dared touch you. He realized that Tangerine had waited until you were clear to take the shot - feeling impression plant in his gut. Yet there was no time to dwell as intruders circled him.

"Oh, my God!" You whimpered, bodies left in growing pools of blood; your dress dragging in the tacky substance to paint abstract swirls on the shining floor; trying to avoid being swept up in the streams of panicking people. Your name was barked, another hand grabbing you, but this time, it was Lemon - sprayed in enemy blood.

"C'mon, doll, I got'cha!" He promised, being engaged by another robber. You sobbed in shock when an arm caught you in a headlock and forcefully drug you backwards; heeled feet scrambling in an attempt to keep up and avoid falling over.

"Lemon! Please! Fuck's sake!"

Breathing was hard to do in a headlock, dancing black spots blurring your vision slowly and your heart hammering in fear. A machine gun sounded again. The bicep tightened, dramatically limiting air.

"Fuckin' get off her, arsehole!" Recognizing Aaron's voice was a sheer relief, gasping for air when the arm constricted around your neck released suddenly. However, the momentum made you stumble to the ground at the same time for the goon's dead body to drop right next to you. His wide, dead eyes stared unseeingly at you, forcing a shiver down your spine and for your stomach to knot.

"Jesus Christ, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God," you panted, scrambling when blood spread closer.

"C'mon, love, c'mere, c'mere," Tangerine grunted, hauling you to your feet and protectively keeping you to his side. Being in front of you now, you could note the blood on his button up, how the robber's own punches had bruised and bloodied his face; figuring you looked somewhat similar. "Right, listen please, need yah t'do somethin' for me, love," he kept a sharp eye out for other threats as he tugged up one of his trouser legs. He pulled out the gun strapped in the holster, handing it to you with the instruction, "Shoot first, answers later. Yeah? Hey?"

You nodded and accepted the weapon, unlocking the safety. "I have to find Mum and Oisín," you worried, men and women screaming as the brutal fight continued.

"Just stay close, love, 's fuckin' madhouse - FUCK!" He snapped, aiming and firing at a man racing for you two. "C'mon, we gotta move, gotta get you out of here - right to the fuck now - "

Your gun sounded, Tangerine watching another robber drop only feet away. He pushed you through the people, both with your heads on a swivel; working in tandem to clear the banquet hall of robbers and direct survivors to get out. Your curly-haired boyfriend held one of the robbers by the neck and repeatedly punching his face into a pulp after the other man had attempted to snatch you, too.

Nobody came remotely close to you again, not when Tangerine was on guard; protecting you, defending you, killing for you. The skin on his bare knuckles had split open, but Tangerine didn't even notice; he just moved on to the next threat.

Soon, the gunfire ceased, leaving a ringing in survivor's ears, and after a quick look around the room, Tangerine confirmed the threats were all eliminated - but so were several guests of the charity gala.

You gasped in guilt, hand slapping over your mouth when you nearly tripped over Lisa's body; bullet holes shredding her flesh.

"Bruv," Lemon panted, approaching the two of you and making Tan flinch. "Woah, hey, easy, 's just me," he held his hands up, your lover sighing in relief and keeping you sheltered behind him. "You two good?" Brian asked, sheen of sweat coating his skin.

"You hit, love? Hey?" Tangerine looked down at you, keeping one arm around you and his body at a protective angle. "Shit, your face - your fucking face, sweetheart, look at me, look at me, lemme see," he frowned, holstering his gun to take both your cheeks in his hands and look for other injury.

"I'm okay, promise I'm not hurt," you panted, hands trembling. "Are you two?"

"I'm good," he nodded, eyeing Lemon. "Yeah?"

"Good, yeah, I'm good," Brian confirmed, "but I got some bad news. Looks like they got the banker. I can't tell if they made off with the money or not."

"They couldn't've, we only accepted checks tonight," you explained. "No cash, no assets to steal."

"Take it that's not public knowledge," Lemon sighed. "Probably thought they could rob y'all blind in one move, thinkin' tonight would have cash donations."

You sniffled, "You seen my family?"

"Uh," Lemon looked around, nodding, "yeah, your dad's over there."

Peering around Tangerine's form, you located your father slowly stalking around the room; taking note of the dead bodies left behind, survivors clearing out into the hallways. Fallon made his way up to you three, your voice trembling, "Daddy? You all right? Where's Mum and Oisín?"

"They're safe, with the paramedics," he reported, instantly taking you in his embrace. "Ah, fuck, lost sight of yah in this mess, had me worried, girl."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah," he whispered, caressing the back of your head, "don't apologize, you ain't do nothin'." He took a breath, keeping you caressed to his shoulder, "Gotta admit, felt a helluva lot better knowin' your man had your six." You pulled back slowly, watching your father sigh and nod at the Twins, admitting, "Thank you for protectin' my daughter, don't know how t'repay yah."

"Wasn't nothin' to it, sir," Tangerine assured, adjusting his suit jacket, "just wanted to protect my woman."

"I saw," he nodded. "You boys okay?"

"Yes, sir," Lemon nodded, Tangerine doing the same.

"Very good... Then I think I owe you an apology," your father told Tan, shocking you - not knowing the last time you ever heard you father admit to an apology.

"Not necessary, sir, I understand," Tan deflected, skin glistening in a thin sheen of sweat, blood dabbed around from the robber's fists, "I'm just relieved your family's safe."

"No, listen, I was wrong," Fallon admitted, "sayin' all that shit to you - about you. You know, makin' my assumptions, goin' based on rumors. You've got a bit of a reputation, I was just tryna protect my daughter from gettin' her heart broke." He sighed, shaking his head, "Can protect her from damn near everything - except the complications of her own heart; the woes of a relationship."

"I understand, sir."

"But seein' you tonight, fightin' for her, fightin' to get back to her... I was wrong," Fallon sighed, offering his hand. When Tan shook it, your father offered, "For what it's worth, you've got my permission to... Continue whatever this is. Any lad willing t'put themselves in harms way for my girl is all right in my books."

"I appreciate that," Tangerine sniffled, meeting your eye and smirking slightly. "Your daughter means a lot t'me, swear I won't make yah regret givin' us your approval."

Fallon sighed, nodding, "Yeah, all right, good. 'Cause she's precious to me, you know? I'll fuckin' gut you if you hurt her."

"I believe it," Tan sighed, a single twinge of nervousness to his tone, "but you don't gotta worry, sir, right, 'cause last thing I want is t'hurt the woman I love. She's precious to me, too."

"Right, good, uh, well... Thank you, both, for helping tonight. Would've been a fuckin' bloodbath without yah."

You frowned, gazing around the marble floors, "Still a bloodbath, ain't it? Half our men are dead, several investors... Daddy, who the fuck were these men?"

"That's what I'm gonna find out," he growled, his surviving personnel taking note of the event-room-turned-battlefield, slowly starting to move bodies. Little known fact: the hotel had an industrial size furnace in the boiler room - somewhere your father could burn bodies without the police being tipped off.

"Th-They said something about a ransom," you told the trio in a trembling tone, "about ransoming me back to you, Daddy. Said you wouldn't pay if I was injured, so they shouldn't rough me up."

"Hey," Tan whispered, pulling you into his side securely, "don't gotta worry 'bout that - know there's nowhere for anyone to hide you that I wouldn't find."

Fallon actually liked that sentiment, watching you nod and for your lover to hold you securely and placing a kiss to your forehead. So, he asked, knowing the answer, "Can I trust you to take care of my daughter, lad?"

"Absolutely."

"Don't make me regret this."

"Not in this lifetime, sir."

"Good. I'll find you lot in the mornin', get gone."

After a brief reunion with your mother and brother, learning they were uninjured and safe, you boyfriend finally opened the door to the hotel room you two had been assigned. Lemon was right next door, and when you entered, your luggage was left on the bed for you both. It was quiet as you both cleaned up and prepared for bed; silent tears trickling down your cheeks, mind replaying the night's events over and over and over... Like a never ending nightmare.

In the shower, you sat on the floor with arms tight around your knees, Tangerine sitting with you as warm water cascaded; cocooning steam around you. Blood washed off in waves of pink, circling the drain; your boyfriend gently massaging your body with a washcloth, discovering a scattering of injury - some still open and weeping. He was forced to blink back tears when your neck revealed a significant bruise; considering it a reminder of his failure to protect you, not knowing you felt the direct opposite and knew, if he hadn't been there, things would've been much, much worse.

When you joined Aaron in bed, the silence continued. Your heads laid on plush, stark white pillows; on your sides to stare at one another with hands clasped together between you. No words were needed, no explanation or thanks necessary, neither feeling the need to speak on what happened that night. Tangerine let go of your one hand, slowly reaching out to caress your cheek and jaw, fingertip tracing soft lines; shuffling closer to rest his cut forehead on yours.

In the dark of the room, over the sounds of the humming air conditioner unit, Tangerine whispered, "I love you, doll."

"I love you, too, Aaron. Thank you for... You know, tonight... All you did."

"You being safe, in my arms, is enough thanks."

"I-I'm glad you were here."

He nodded in agreement, "So am I. Don't know what I'd of done if I wasn't - if I had t'hear about this later... If they had succeeded in snatching you. Might not have been able to forgive myself."

"Good thing we don't have to know." Your eyes danced between his, admitting, "I don't think I want t'go without you, love. I don't think I feel secure unless you're with me."

"Yeah?" He smirked slightly, "That your way of sayin' you wanna spend more time with me?"

"Might be my way of sayin' I wanna spend all my time with you," you whispered, tears glazing your eyes. "And Daddy approves, so we don't have to sneak around anymore, right?"

"Right, get yah all t'myself," Tan agreed softly. "We'll talk in the morning, sweetheart, yeah?" He stretched slightly to peck your lips, encouraging, "Get some rest, Bunny. 'S been a helluva night."

Tangerine made you feel safe, he protected you and killed for you - so while you were unsure how sleep would find you when your mind was plagued with replaying chaotic memories from that evening, you let yourself relax.

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Anonymous: Can I request more headcannons with Alcina and toddler YN?

Absolutely! Read the post this ask is talking about here! Let’s get into it!

For a while after you were adopted, you could only fall asleep in Alcina’s arms. Forget sleeping in a crib. She had to hold you or you simply wouldn’t sleep.

Eventually, you felt safe enough to sleep in your sisters’ arms.

Bela couldn’t stop grinning the first time you fell asleep on her. She was honored.

Cass gently nuzzled her face on your head and softly purred in contentment. She was happy that you felt comfortable enough to sleep on her chest.

When you dozed off on Dani for the first time, she cried. Like, a lot. She cried so hard that she woke you up and you began wailing right along with her. Alcina ended up having to hold you both to get the two of you to stop.

Alcina loved having you with her. She would tell you what she was doing while she sat at her desk and her voice was so soothing. She would hold you on her lap as she worked and softly rubbed your head.

When you learned how to crawl, it was hard for Alcina to keep you in one spot. She eventually got a little playpen for you, but you hated it. You wanted to explore. You’d throw little tantrums and get so loud that Alcina called for either Bela, Cass, or Dani to come and take you to their room so she could get some things accomplished.

You were definitely a handful once you became a toddler. Even with four full-grown women looking after you.

You liked to chew on things, too. Alcina once walked into her room to find you mouthing and drooling all over her makeup and shoes. She was not happy.

You also liked to flush things down the toilet. One time, you stole a bunch of Dani’s stuffed animals and tried to flush them, but… It just clogged the toilet and made a huge mess. Dani cried, once again.

You were spoiled. Alcina commissioned lots of toys and clothes from Donna for you.

Alcina loved playing with you and reading you stories. She always read to you before you went to bed at night.

Your first word was “Mama” (Naturally). Alcina gasped and praised you for doing a good job. She picked you up and held you close while she kissed you repeatedly which made you giggle.

When you took your first steps, Alcina was incredibly proud, but also knew she was in trouble. Once you were able to walk, it was going to be even more of a challenge to keep up with you.

You were so energetic that you could cause multiple catastrophes in the span of only a few minutes. It was frightening, really.

The girls found that they really enjoyed swarming after you before you could cause any damage. It stimulated their prey drive. However, after a while… You got better at evading them and they would often lose you which scared the hell out of them. It started to become less fun and more terrifying.

Even Cass would be exhausted after chasing after you for a few hours. Now, that was truly a feat.

“Where did they go?!” Bela shouted as the three managed to lose sight of you, once again.

Dani groaned in frustration before noticing something. “Maybe we should follow that trail of baby drool?” She asks, pointing at conspicuous puddles of saliva on the floor.

Cass shook her head. “It’s just a diversion, I’m sure!” She says.

Bela rolled her eyes. “Y/N’s a baby, not some criminal mastermind!” She snaps.

Just then, the three of them heard a chorus of “Aww’s” from the kitchen… In the exact opposite direction. It seems that some of the maidens had found you.

Cass smirked triumphantly at her sister. “See?” She asks.

“Shut up.” Bela rolls her eyes and swarms to go get you.

Alcina had many family portraits done over the years. The first year she was holding you in her arms while the girls stood beside you both. It was adorable.

When you were sick, Alcina rocked you in her arms and spoke gently to you. While being sick sucked, Alcina made you feel a lot better.

Alcina took you to regular check-ups with Mother Miranda. The priestess was thrilled to have another grandchild.

“Can you say Grandma, Y/N?” She asks you during one of your appointments.

You giggle and say “Mama” instead.

Miranda pouts, but Alcina is secretly proud.

Your life as a Dimitrescu was charmed from the start. Your family loves you so very much.

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So easy: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: 4 times Jason felt the love for y/n and one time he actuallly expressed it.

Warning: kissing, a bit of angsts, swearing

„Y/N….” he groaned in pain stumbling into her apartment.

“Ok, all right, I got it, come here and try not to move”

She knew the drill. He came home, bruised and scared and she was immediately reaching for the first aid kit playing the nurse. At least for as long as it was within her reach, after all she was homebred in this area, not an expert. When something went terribly wrong she never hesitated to call upon the bats to check on him. However, such situations were rare. After all, Jason Todd was the Red Hood. The fright of the entire Crime Alley. Powerful, fierce, strong and well trained. It took a lot to leave more than a bruise or a little cut. He was simply better.

“How bad is it this time?” she asked making him sit up on her bed, frowning as she removed his helmet and his domino mask meeting his eyes.

“Not at all, just some usual…. Auch! That hurt!” he hissed when Y/N pressed a gauze to his ribs.

“Of course it did. Apparently we have different definition of not bad at all. “

“But….”

“No, not buts, Jace. Just stay quiet. You know I can only do so much of patching you up.”

“I know and…. Auch!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. If you can take beating from criminals you can sustain some alcohol on your wounds. Don’t whine.”

“I’m not whining” he flinched a bit “but it’s different. I’m not afraid to be vulnerable with you….” he tried to grab her hands but she wriggled out of his reach, now putting dressing over his chest and arms. Those strong arms that always made her feel so safe whenever he was around

“Mhm. Should I be proud about it?”

“You should” he smirked and his eyes flashed a bit

“Well then, thank you for this distinction, Red Hood” she rolled her eyes “can I remise this honor to the benefit of not having to see you bruised and beaten up? Cause that would be something worth my mental health.”

“Sweetheart……” when she finished her job he finally got a chance to grab her hips and pull her closer towards him, opening his legs a bit so she could stand between them.

“Don’t you dare playing dirty on me.” She warned as his hand traveled up from her hip to waist and he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving her.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about” he leaned in so that his lips brushed over hers, his breath hot on her skin. Much to her annoyance, her body betrayed her and shook at this gesture.

“No idea, huh? Well then good for you, Red, you need rest after all. So you can stay here, in the bed” it took all her strength to remove his warm hands from her body, missing the contact instantly “and I will take the couch.”

“You can…..”

“No. No I can’t stay. You need to relax. And by relax I mean rest, Jason. Nothing more. No activity.”

“Can I at least get a kiss to make it better?” he pouted

“I thought it wasn’t bad at all” she laughed but gave in to his pleading “Just that” she bend over him and lovingly kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit.

“It’s not enough…” he whined

“One more than you needy boy” she smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, her lips lingering there for a bit longer then needed. “rest” the girl softly caressed his cheek and he obediently closed his eyes.

“Thank you” he whispered.

“Mhm, that’s a good word, you’re a menace, Jace.”

“But I’m your menace.” he smiled at her and there was nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

****

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like?” she groaned kicking and throwing punches at the dummy in the corner “I’m training”

“Why?” he leaned on the doorframe, watching her every move and fighting the urge to correct her posture before she got hurt because of the bad technique

“Why?” she stopped her actions and eyed him carefully “what do you mean why?”

“I mean exactly this. Why?”

“Um, I don’t know” she mocked “maybe because I want to be able to fight? Because I want to know how to protect myself? Because I….”

“What?”

“Because I want to go on patrol with you. One day.”

“No.” his jaw clenched and tone turned harsh at the simple thought of her joining him.

“I wasn’t really asking for permission. “

“Good. Cause you will never get it.”

“Well I couldn’t care less. I can always just follow you around. Or become a vigilante on my own. There are enough trouble makers in Gotham to find one for myself.”

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed taking a few steps towards her, stopping inches apart.

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

“Y/n….” he groaned, but she did not let him say another word

“You let Artemis join you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it letting her.

“aha! Got you! She never asked for your opinion, did she?”

“It’s different.”

“Why? Because she’s an Amazon? Or because she’s powerful, beautiful and takes no shit from anyone? Especially from men. Or is it because you two have an affair and you don’t want me to find out about…..

This time he did not let her finish, cutting her off with a kiss. Strong, passionate and heated due to all the emotions inside him, but soon slowing down and turning it into long, soft expression of his love for this unruly girl. With gentle touches and with every move of his lips brushing against hers he was trying to convey everything the words could not.

“This is unfair” she whined when his mouth moved to her neck “Jace….”

“Mhm….” He muttered with zero intention to stop.

“Oh, come on…… you can’t just….fuck…..” she hissed when he bit on her soft spot

“I can’t what?” he smirked knowing and seeing well enough how her body reacted on him.

Oh, that was enough. In any other circumstance she would probably give in to him, after all she always wanted him, but this? He was trying to play her like a toy and make her change her mind.

“Just let go off me Jason.” she wriggled impatiently trying to get free

“Is that what you want?” his hands sneaked under her shirt and if she didn’t stop it now, she would never do it.

“Yes. Yes, fuck Jason, just get back!” she finally yelled taking him by surprise and making him back off.

“Y/N….”

“You do this every fucking time! You treat me like a play toy whenever I’m trying to move out of my comfort zone!”

“Baby….”

“Cut it! Don’t you dare trying to sweet talk me! I know I’m not good enough to join you on patrol! I fucking now that! But how the hell am I supposed to get better if you don’t give me any tips!”

“Can’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” oh, the anger issues were now in the house

“Oh, here we go again!’ she threw her hands up in frustration “you know what, I won’t fight you. I know it’s what you want. So I’m going out!”

“Where?!”

“I don’t know! And frankly, I don’t care. I might as well ask Dick to train me if you don’t want!”

“You won’t do such thing!” he grabbed her wrist with more force than intended and she winced in the pain “Shit. Fuck. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…..”

“I know. I know, Jace.” She said, her eyes full of sadness and hurt. “You know, sometimes I wish there were more Jason Todd in this relationship and less Red Hood. But I know. And I think we both need to cool down and …. talk later?”

“All right.”

She just nodded and without another word left the apartment not really sure where to go. But despite everything Jason knew how to take care of her when he picked the phone and dialed the number

“Dickhead? You need to do something for me …….”

***

He was tired.

No. He was exhausted.

It was 3 am and he was just wrapping his patrol up and getting back home. To her. To the only person in the world who saw the good in him even if most of the times he himself could not and lapsed into self-hatred. The only person who could both mock him and soothe him at the same time. The only person who was both harsh and rough, always ready to smack his head for doing something batshit crazy and caring, loving and delicate.

He loved her like crazy.

She was the reason every night he was struggling in the fight to get back to her.

Even if sometimes it felt easier to just give up on everything.

He was not like Dick. The hero. The handsome one. The little ray of sunshine one. He was violent, had a lot of unresolved trauma from the past and tended to push her away to protect her. Fuck, he was getting on her nerves on purpose so she would just leave him for good, but he could never discourage her.

She always stayed.

And the simple thought of getting back to her, taking her into his arms and just holding her for whatever rest of the night was left, safe and soft and warm and peaceful was doing something to him.

In the most quiet way it was possible to not wake her up he climbed up to the flat. And yes, of course he could have just used the door which at this hour would probably catch less attention but old habits die hard. Even for someone who died quite literally. As he removed his shoes, holsters and helmet his eyes were already peeking through the slightly opened bedroom door.

Fuck, she was so beautiful.

Sleeping so peacefully, her breath even and it was quite a change from all the sleepless night he caused her for the last two weeks. She refused to lay down until he was back safe. Which obviously soon started taking toll on her health and he forced her to promise she would not stay up this late. After a lot of convincing she had to give up. It was good to know she actually did keep her word.

Jason sighed deeply and the sound made the girl squirm but she did not wake.

As fast as he could he removed his clothes and sneaked under the blanket next to her, immediately feeling calmness and peace stemming from her presence. Just looking at her and feeling like a freaking creep. He wanted her closer to him, impossibly closer, but at the same time it was never his intention to wake her so he decided to just stick to keeping the distance. She was a light sleeper after all. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his hands aching to touch her.

“Jace….” She whispered shifting her positon and moving closer herself.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered back

“You did not.”

“I’m sorry baby…..”

“Are you even listening to me?” she huffed “you did not wake me. And even if you did I wouldn’t be mad about it. I’m mad about something else though.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you please tell me what the hell do you think you are doing?” her gaze fixed on his fists

“I…. I wanted to hold you, but was afraid you would wake…” he confessed not able to look her in the eyes

“Idiot” she muttered, grabbing his hands. “Do you know you are an idiot?” wrapping them around her waist and moving even closer to hide her face in his chest. “I need to know you are back safe the second you get here. And believe it or not I can feel you next to me even in my sleep. And I need that. Do you understand me?”

“I do, baby, I do.” He kissed the top of head

“Good. I need you next to me. I need you in my arms. So don’t you ever, ever distance yourself from me.”

Fuck. He loved her so much. He loved how she felt safe with him, how she was falling asleep on him, he loved how she made him feel. Her soft hands around his torso, her head on his chest, her slowing breath tickling the skin. His heart was just swelling thanks to this girl. He was the luckiest motherfucker in the whole Gotham.

***

“Jason!” her echoed from another room and it only took him a second to bust there reading to fight whatever enemy of Red hood might be attacking. Luckily, there was only his girlfriend sitting in front of the computer, grinning in a smile so wide even Joker would be jealous.

“Is everything all right, babe?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. This is not happening!”

“Honey, you are not making any sense now.”

“That’s because I’m feeling a lot of contradictory things right now” she turned to look at him, her eyes glistening, her face lighted up and happy in a way he never saw her before. That was new experience and if he could he would just stay in this moment forever. However, it was not given when she jumped from the chair and pulled him toward the PC. “come on, look at this” she pointed at an e-mail on the screen. Please, tell me you see it too. Tell me I did not imagine this. Please, tell me it’s real…..” she crossed her fingers and closed her eyes as he started reading out loud.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

It is our greatest pleasure to inform you, we have reviewed the draft of the story you send to us.

“You send them your book?” he asked tearing the gaze away from the computer to care

“I did, I did…. Now just keep reading.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I did not want to test my luck. Now, just go on…..”

Regardless of the fact that there are some typos and a lot of punctuation mistakes….

Yeah, right, she was never good with that

We would like to publish your book. Please, fill in the attached form and get back in touch with us as soon as possible. We would like to discuss the matters of printing numbers and your salary.

With best regards….

“J.A. Black!” she screamed the name of the sender “J.A.Black, Jace! Black Publishing is going to publish my book!!” she lunged at him and he was more than happy to embrace her.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” he kissed her temple repeatedly “you worked so hard for this, you definitely deserve it.”

“You think?” she pulled away from him, her voice now serious, her eyes scanning his face “you really think so? After all they mentioned my bad punctuation and typos. Maybe I;m not good enough for Black? What if this is a joke to humiliate me?”

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her shoulders gently “baby, please, look at me” she listened meeting his orbs and shutting up “calm down. Stop spinning, all right? It’s not a joke. It’s not a mistake. You are talented and hard-working and really, really good with words. I would know, I’ve read enough in my life.”

“Can’t really argue with that” her beautiful smile showing again

“You know I’m your number one fan, right? And believe me, everyone who would get hands on your work will love it too.”

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore. It’s enough to satisfy my number one fan.”

“Really?” he crossed his arms over chest and smirked “I’m gonna wait until it comes out in a couple weeks. I wonder if you would claim the same then.”

A month later, the book saw the light of the day and Y/N had to do some PR actions like meeting with the readers and hundreds of fans, because Jason was right in that part. She became popular pretty fast and soon people started asking about part 2 of the story. And now she was scared. She was never good with people and public speaking and that was exactly why she choose to hide behind the screen and just write. It would be helpful if Jace could come with her at least to one of this meeting but because of his red-hooding it was impossible and since she knew that she would never ask him to. So she dealt with it.

There were only one meeting left and after that she was hoping to get back into her kind-of peaceful life. Just her, the Gotham vigilante and a bunch of criminals ready to attack, kidnap or kill her. And it might be about to turn even worse now that she was popular, but both her and Jason were pushing the thought away, deciding to just celebrate the moment for as long as they could.

Y/n was in the middle of the conversation when Jason imperceptibly sneaked into the audience, shielding himself from her view and just observing how she was doing.

She was glowing.

To say the least.

All of her excitement, all of her beauty showing off. And she was wearing almost no makeup. The way she was talking about the literature, the book, her ideas and inspirations. The shy girl he knew was completely gone, instead he was looking at confident and astonishing young woman sharing her passion. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her lips parted, her eyes sparkling. It was like he fell in love with her all over again and there was nothing more he wanted than to steal her away from the guy reporter, get her back to the apartment and just have her all to herself. Nothing explicit, just having her. And he just couldn’t wait.

“It seems like we have another question coming from the audience” the reported said and motioned for someone on the side of the room to pass the microphone to the person who was willing to ask.

Y/N’s eyes searched through the crowd, as she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in the auditorium being contrast to the ablazed main floor. When her gaze rest on a familiar face she could not stop the smile on her face. He came.

“I got a question for Y/N. How about we ditch this theatrics and get back home? I got some better ideas how to use the time….”

Jason fucking Todd was a pain in the ass when he wanted to. But he also knew she would forgive him for that. After all, he only got eyes for her.

***

“Y/N? Baby, what happened?”

“Nothing. Please, go away.”

She was laying on the bed, back to the door so he could not see her face. However, judging by her muffled voice and a bit panting breath he could tell she was probably crying.

“Come on, sweetie. Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.”

“I don’t really want you to see me this way.” She muttered turning to the other side when he circled the bed to face her.

“Oh, come on” he grabbed her hip and with zero effort made her face him “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want to be a burden. Besides, you don’t really like when I get like this….”

“What?” he was dumbfounded “I don’t like when….. God, y/n” he run his fingers through his hair “did I ever give you an impression like I don’t care how you feel? Tell me” he lifted her chin lightly and their eyes met “did I?”

“No.”

“Well that’s a relief” he smiled “now, make space for me and tell me what’s the problem. I bet either Jason or Red can solve this. Do I need to hurt someone or do you just need a hug?”

“I…. I don’t really know…” she covered her hands with the sleeves of her sweater, her hair a mess and it all made her look so small, fragile and innocent. Once again, Jason felt his heart swelling. If someone, anyone, caused his baby any pain, he was not only going to hurt them, but eliminate them. “I don’t even know how to start. I feel so pathetic. You are ….you know” she waved her hand around since the rule to not mention Jason’s alter ego name in the house was forever actual “you’ve been through so much worse shit than me, it feels like I have no right to complain.”

“You’re right. I've been through a hell lot of shit. But from what I know, you’ve been through it with me. Always there even at my lowest. So don’t feel like your feelings are not important. Let me be there for you in the way you were for me.”

“It’s hard to say how I feel.”

“Don’t think about it. Just say it.” he held her hands, his thumbs circling soothing patterns on her palms.

“I think I’m broken. I feel like I push you too much and I’m a challenge to you. I feel like…. It’s hard to be with me.”

He just stared at her, eyes wide open. Was what she was saying real? Did she even hear the words coming out of her mouth? Maybe he was hearing something else? Was he high or drunk or was it a dream, or rather nightmare? Was his baby, his love, his sunshine, his only source of happiness and the most adorable person on the planet, shit, in the entire universe confessing to feeling like a liability?

“Jace?” she sobbed. Oh, apparently while he was spacing out, she was still talking and now was awaiting his reaction

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand a single word coming out of your mouth.”

“I said…..”

“No, no, I heard you, I just don’t understand it. You feel like you weight me down? Y/N……” his voice broke.

“Am I not? Come on. You are…. You know. You have a lot going on. And as if that wasn’t enough you worry about me, about my safety, my health. I’m a threat to your well-being, Jace. What if you get distracted on the field because of me? What if you get hurt because I’m pathetic piece of shit and anyone can hurt me and you would want to take revenge? And we both know you would. I’m a burden. Besides, I can be cold, I am stubborn, workaholic, tend to withdraw and manipulate people and always have to do things my own way. My sense of humor is wicked, I act like a child sometimes and I can be messy. How does that not push you away?”

“Babe…. I can’t believe it. We’ve been together for….” He hesitated looking at the calendar on the wall and then at the watch “5 years, 2 months, 23 days and 3 hours…..”

“You remember it so precisely?” she frowned

“How can I not? But after all this time you still have doubts about yourself? If anything, I am a burden in this relationship, not you. Y/N, babe, I love you.”

“I love you too, but….”

“And all the things you mentioned?” he shook his head in disapproval and wrapped his arms around her pulling her towards his chest “You’re missing the most important thing about yourself.”

“That I’m hateable?”

“That you are just so easy to love……” he kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter when she held her breath upon hearing those words.

And for the first time in a while, he knew, that at this exact moment she was the one who was melting in the love he had for her not the other way round. That it was finally him who gave her the affection and attention she so desperately needed.

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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can i get an ale with spencer reid x reader getting a new cat after reader's cat died and she/they are all sad? Extra fluff on top please ;). Congrats btw!

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Spencer had been the first to know when Hugo had passed.

Hugo was your 17-year-old brown tabby cat, who'd been with you since you were a kid.

When you moved out on your own, your parents had even let you take him with you, seeing as they knew he was your best friend, above any human.

And Spencer knew this fact. One of the first things that was established when he asked you to be his girlfriend was that Hugo was the sole most important thing in your life. He was like your child, almost like your soulmate (if cats could have soulmates)

So when you called him, your voice thick with tears, and said, "Hugo's gone," his heart began to ache along with yours.

He became a little extra clingy in the weeks that followed Hugo's death, his silent way of telling you he was right there if and when you needed him.

You slowly eased into your new routine, though life didn't get any easier when you came home and spotted his old toys sticking out from underneath the sofa or when you remembered his food bowl in the corner of the kitchen.

Little did you know, Spencer had the perfect idea to cheer you up.

He'd been in talks with Penelope and Emily to see if Sergio's breeder had any kittens available, and when the breeder finally contacted Spencer, his heart nearly melted when he found out there was one left.

It turned out to be a little girl, pitch black with tiny, white paws and the smallest patch of white on her belly, and green eyes that rivaled an emerald.

He nearly begged you to let him and Penelope come over after work that day. You can't say you didn't have your suspicions on why he was so adamant about both of them visiting that night, but you reluctantly agreed, nearly sobbing as you cleaned up the last of Hugo's things before they arrived.

Penelope drove, leaving Spencer to hold the kitten, the pink blanket he'd bought for her nearly swallowing the tiny thing.

The two made their way into your apartment, and as soon as you spotted the bundle in Spencer's arms, you knew.

That son of a bitch (affectionate)

Soft mews sounded from the blanket as her head popped up, her eyes landing directly on you.

Spencer nearly cried when he saw you crack a smile for the first time in a month.

You took the tiny kitten from his hands, nuzzling her against your chest.

"She's so little!" you squeaked, rubbing tiny circles on her back with the pad of your thumb.

He nodded. "She's the runt so she'll most likely always be on the smaller side," he told you.

"What do you wanna name her?"

His cheeks lit up. "Me?"

"Yeah. She's gonna be yours too. We'll co-parent. Better yet, we'll just move in together and share her all the time."

Spencer couldn't say he hadn't thought about it. He loved the idea of waking up next to you, the kitten curled up at the foot of the bed.

"Well, what were you thinking?" he asked, scratching at the nape of his neck.

"Hmmm, maybe something similar to Hugo? In honor of him?"

He racked his brain for ideas, but nothing seemed accurate. Harriette? Helena? Some other fancy name that starts with H?

But then, it clicked. All of his PhDs and years of training had finally paid off.

"Well, Hugo means intelligent. We could give her a name that means the same as his name."

The room stayed silent as the both of you thought, though you weren't too familiar with many names that had that meaning.

"Ooh, I got one!" Penelope squealed, a smile overtaking her lips. "Ramona! It means wise!"

"Do I wanna know-" Spencer started.

"Look, I have a lot of free time. I like to look up what our unsubs names mean to know how truly cursed they are."

You both giggled at her explanation before looking back down at the tiny bundle of raven-colored fur in your hands.

"Do you like that name? Ramona?" you cooed, scratching at her chin.

She purred, the first Spencer had heard since they'd picked her up from the breeder.

"I think that's a yes," he smiled.

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princessdimondheart · 10 months

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Sea of Cortéz | Price x Daughter! Reader | Ch.2

Pairing: Price + Daughter! Reader, Reader x OC, TF-141 x Platonic! Reader

Warnings: 🔪- blood mentions

Edited: No

A/N: The suspense. That’s all I’ll say. NCIS is mentioned here! Hopefully as the chapters progress the word count increases. It’s 5am and I haven’t slept :/

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“… So, this Gunny is going to become a Medal of Honor recipient?” Price stood from the bench.

Laswell nodded her head. “Yes… he will. It’s practically guaranteed that in a few weeks the proposal will be on the President’s desk and signed.” She sighed. “Let’s talk more in private.”

She led them to a small room that usually held debriefings but was now converted into a storage room. The projector and computer monitors were still up and covered in dust.

“Tell us more about the Gunny, Laswell.” Gaz looked at her and then to his Captain in worry. They both sat in the old chairs, arms resting on the light gray table.

Laswell sat across from them. “Well, he went through a lot in the last few years. Put his poor wife through lots of heartache with his recovery and all…”

“Wife?” Both Gaz and Price questioned. John shook his head. Was the Gunny cheating?

“Yes? They’ve been married for several years now. I’ve collaborated on several occasions with her.” Kate leaned forward. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Kate, this man knows my daughter.” John stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the skimpy photo of his little girl, now grown woman.

Laswell’s eyes widened, but then her expression changed to an awkward grin. “That’s his wife. Y/N Cortéz, that’s your daughter?”

“You know her by name? How do you know my daughter?” But instead of saying Price after her name, she said Cortéz. John was becoming more confused by the second. His knee was bouncing slightly and his hand was messing with his beard. It took him a moment to process all of her words. “Wait-, you said Cortéz? She… she’s never told me that she was seeing anyone let alone married to them. What the hell is going on here, Kate?”

“I-I don’t know what to say, John. She’s never mentioned her side of the family before. Just her in-laws and their kid.”

“Kid?” Price stood up, palms slamming on the table. “Do you mean to tell me that I have a grandchild out there?”

Kate put a hand to her mouth in shock. “My god… you didn’t know.” Her eyes wandered off to the wall, contemplating. “You don’t know what the life of your daughter has been for… years now?”

“No. Which makes no bloody sense since I talk to her every chance I get!” His voice rose in frustration. Kyle felt like he was in some poor written soap opera that his aunties would watch when he was younger and had stayed with them. On second thought, it was every time he saw them.

“John, Y/N works with me in CIA. She’s a Special Agent in the counterterrorism division.” Price sat back down heavily. “Umm, I have resources in the Naval Criminal Investigative Service that could lend a helping hand on this situation. I’ll give them a call, since the Gunny is a Marine and Y/N is a dependent so she falls under their jurisdiction.”

“Thank you, Kate.” John paused. “I hope they can set everything straight.”

With that Kate left the room. She couldn’t believe that the girl whose office was only a few doors down from hers was the daughter of her best task force Captain. Kate shook her head as theories ran through her mind. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number. She hoped that the late hour in Washington wouldn’t be a bother to the person on the other line.

“Sorry it’s so late, Jethro.”

~~~~~

Price stayed where he was for a moment just staring off into space. Only startled by Kyle placing his hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we should head back to the med tent and see if there are any updates on the Gunny?”

Price looked at the younger man and then rose to his feet. “Yeah, there’s no use just sitting here.”

They soon found themselves in their previous position on that old bench. Waiting for any news. An hour passed by when a doctor, presumably the surgeon who operated on Cortéz, exited the OR and came up to them.

“My guess is that you guys were the ones who found Gunny Cortéz?” She looked at them attentively.

“Yes, we found ‘im.” Both John and Kyle stood up. John continued, “He’s still alive, right? No complications?”

“Yes, he’s been taken care of. Lots of bleeding so he needed a few blood transfusions. No head trauma, but he’ll be in and out of consciousness for a while. He might need another surgery if we find anymore bullet fragments.” She looked between the two of them. “He’ll be moved to a different room in just a few moments. Next of kin will be notified of his condition and efforts will be made to get him back to the states.”

Price thanked the doctor and shook her hand. He had a lot to think about and he was definitely going to send a rather strong message to his daughter about the situation.

Dad: I know about your husband.

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Dad: Hey, Y/N, I know you’ve seen this. Answer

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Dad: Hello? Y/N

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Dad: Hey! What’s going on? Answer me Y/N!

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Dad: Y/N? Are you okay? Please

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allthingseddie · 11 months

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Hayloft

Inspired by the song Hayloft by Mother Mother.

Note: I do not know a whole lot about the court system. This is written for entertainment so if I got something wrong forgive me lol!!

Warnings: Has mentions of violence and sexual assault.

The news had spread all over Indiana like wildfire. No one could believe the twisted so called love story that was being displayed all over the news, let alone the fact that it came out of a town as small as Hawkins. The media had been all over the case as soon as they caught wind of it. Not only did it involve the town freak (or criminal as others would call him) but it also involved the preacher and his daughter that had moved to town not even a year ago. The media never fully reported on the condition of the criminal, only that he had survived the attack of the preacher.

The preacher was telling everyone that he was merely protecting his daughter. He had walked into his home late at night to hear alarming noises coming from his daughters bedroom. He grabbed his gun and when he opened the door he saw the criminal assaulting his daughter. He did what he thought was best and aimed and fired. He was an intruder in his home. He gave him the warning to get out of his house, but he said that it was out of pure fatherly instinct that he had fired the gun at the criminal. It wouldn’t have been as interesting of a case if the preachers daughter didn’t spin a different tale from her own father.

Everyone was enthralled in the fact that the young girl of only 19 years old was testifying against her father in defense of the criminal. What could possibly make someone so young so stupid. The town was divided. Some say that her acts could only be out of pure love. There would be no other reason why she should go against her own father. Others were convinced that the criminal had turned her away from God. He himself was rumored of taking part in satanic rituals. The media would only report on certain parts of the trail after talking to each respective lawyer. The trial itself wasn’t even being televised, yet everyone thought that they knew the whole story. They all took sides and either rallied against the preacher or the criminal.

Today was a special day in the trial. Today would be the day that they would finish up their questioning and make their closing arguments. The jury would then be left to their verdict of who they saw was at fault. Everyone was on edge, especially those personally involved in the case. The criminal had family and friends rallied for him in the audience. The preacher had some of his supporters from his church sat on his side of the courtroom. There were glares being traded from each sides support team.

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“Mr. Adams, can you please tell the people of the jury what you saw when you walked into your daughters bedroom the night of June 10th?” His lawyer questioned.

“I saw that monster on top of my daughter sexually assaulting her,” He replied, pointing to Eddie Munson, who sat across the courtroom looking worse for wear. There were gasps and murmurs in the audience of the courtroom and people started staring at Eddie to see his reaction to the statement. He was clearly still weak from the attack from Mr. Adams and the surgery that followed. Getting shot in the chest can have that effect on a person.

“Was your daughter showing sings of discomfort when you found her with Mr. Munson?” His lawyer continued. Mr. Adams was quiet for a moment before he responded.

“She was making sounds as if she were in pain,” He responded, his eyes not leaving Eddie while he answered.

“What happened next Mr. Adams?”

“I warned him once, and when he didn’t listen, I protected my family.”

“That was when you fired the gun?”

“Yes, it was. I did it for the protection of my only child.”

“How did your daughter react to this?”

“She was crying. Probably from the trauma she had just experienced.”

“Objection your honor, speculation” Eddie’s lawyer piped up.

“Sustained.” The judge responded.

“No further questions your honor,” Mr. Adams lawyer responded. It was then time for everyone’s favorite part of the day. The part where Mr. Adams daughter would take the stand to tell her side of the story. She sat down in the stand after taking her oath to tell the truth and Eddie’s lawyer made his way over to talk to her.

“Good morning Ms. Adams. Can you please tell me the events that led up to your father shooting Mr. Munson.”

“I was at home by myself and I called Eddie and asked him if he wanted to come over. We have been seeing each other for a few months now.” She said looking over at her father ,” I took him into my bedroom and we had consensual sex. Then my dad got home, busted into my room and shot Eddie when he saw him. I started crying and I called 911. Now we’re here.”

“At any time, did your father say anything to Mr. Munson to indicate that he was going to use his firearm if he did not leave his home?”

“No he did not. He opened the door, Eddie and I jumped apart from the sudden intrusion and he shot Eddie in the chest.”

“Was there any indication that your father could have had to think that you might be under attack?”

“Only if he’s never heard a girl moan before, which doesn’t seem unreasonable”

“Let’s try to stay on topic, shall we folks,” The judge intervened.

“Ms. Adams, was there ever a time where you were in Mr. Munson’s presence where you felt threatened or worried for your safety?”

“Not a single time.”

“Did you ever get the impression from Mr. Munson that he would harm you in any way?”

“No.”

“Have there been any times where you felt threatened or in danger from your father?”

“Yes. When he found out I was friends with Eddie.”

“Has your father ever shown any malice towards Mr. Munson?”

“Yes he has.”

“Is your father a violent man?”

“Yes. He is.” Whispers could be heard in the courtroom. No one could believe that the new preacher in town could be violent. He did fire a gun and admit to it, but it was for good reason, right?

“No further questions” It was now Mr. Adams lawyers turn to interrogate his clients daughter.

“Ms. Adams, you say your father is a violent man. Why would you continue to live with someone dangerous after you’re a legal adult yourself? You could have easily moved out.”

“My father wouldn’t let me.”

“How could he stop you?”

“He won’t let me get a job. He says it’s a woman’s job to cook, clean and raise children. I can’t support myself if I don’t have a job, therefore I can’t afford to move out.”

“So you’re still currently living in the same house as a dangerous man?”

“I am actually in the process of moving my things to a friends house.”

“You said your father had shown previous distrust towards Mr. Munson. Why is that?”

“My father is a hypocrite. He preaches about loving thy neighbor yet he judges people harshly before getting to know them. That’s what he did with Eddie. He thought he was a delinquent just because of his looks and where he lives. He also believes rumors that are spread without fact checking them.”

“Surely he had a right when there is some truth in some of the rumors that are spread. Mr. Munson has been to juvenile detention and has gotten citations. I wouldn’t be too happy either if my only daughter was hanging out with a known criminal.”

“People make mistakes. Mistakes that can be forgiven if you put in the effort to prove that you are righting your wrongs. Shooting people in the chest isn’t a mistake.”

“Your father stated he wanted to protect you. That you were his only child. If he thought he was protecting his only child from someone he assumed was a criminal, couldn’t that be seen as forgivable?”

“Not to me.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh? He is your father. The man who raised you. Shouldn’t you feel some empathy towards him?”

“The only person I feel any empathy for in this situation is the only man I love. Which is not my father.”

“I do not have any further questions for Ms. Adams your honor. I would like to call Mr. Munson himself to the stand.” Ms. Adams joined Eddie’s uncle Wayne in the row of seats behind Eddie’s seat. Eddie himself then got up and made his way to the hot seat, using a cane to do so as he was still injured. The courtroom was completely silent as he moved and made his took the oath to speak the truth. He sat down and Mr. Adams’ lawyer wasted no time jumping down his throat.

“Mr. Munson, had you ever had the impression before that you were not welcome in Mr. Adams house?”

“From him, yes,” Eddie replied matter-o-factly.

“Why, then, would you return to it?”

“I was invited over by my girlfriend.”

“Did you have any reservations in coming to the house?”

“I did.”

“And yet you still came over when you knew you weren’t welcome by the houses rightful owner?”

“Again, I was invited over.”

“Mr. Munson, how long have you known Ms. Adams?”

“Around 8 months.”

“Did you know that Mr. Adams did not approve of you and his daughter associating with each other at any point during the time you’ve known her?”

“I did get that impression from him.”

“So you went against his wishes?”

“Seeing as Ms. Adams is an adult, I assumed that she could make her own decisions about who she keeps in her company.”

“Why not invite Ms. Adams to your house instead?”

“My uncle works 3rd shift and sleeps during the day. I didn’t want to disturb him.”

The snide lawyer had no more questions for Mr. Munson. It was then time for his own lawyer to ask him about the attack he had endured.

“Mr. Munson, did Ms. Adams at any time tell you that your sexual advances were not wanted or welcomed?”

“No she did not.”

“Who initiated the act?”

“Ms. Adams did.”

“When Mr. Adams entered the bedroom, what was his body language like?”

“He came into the room holding his gun and immediately pointed it at me. I would say his body language was intimidating and violent.”

“Have you ever felt threatened by Mr. Adams before the day of the attack?”

“Yes I did. He had told me to stay away from his daughter when he found out we were in a relationship.”

“Why did you continue the relationship if he had threatened you?”

“Because Ms. Adams and I are in love. I couldn’t imagine being away from her.”

“Was Mr. Adams aware of the feelings you and his daughter shared?”

“Yes, she told him. She tried to introduce us and he was not happy.”

“How do you know that he was not happy with the prospect of you and his daughter together?”

“He told me that I was a no good low life who didn’t deserve his daughter and that I would corrupt her.”

After questioning was over, both lawyers made their closing statements for their clients. Mr. Adams side talked about how Eddie was unwelcome in his house and he had made that clear yet still didn’t respect his wishes. They also talked about the fact that Mr. Adams was under the impression that his daughter was being attacked and he had to protect her. Mr Munson side talked about how the two were in a relationship and were both consenting adults. They talked about that fact the the couple had disclosed their relationship to Mr. Adams prior to June 10th when this all went down. They also discussed the extent of Mr. Munsons injuries and what he had to endure to even be in the courtroom when he did.

The jury exited the courtroom to deliberate what they had heard and come to a unanimous decision. While this happened, both clients were able to talk with their friends and family.

“Steve, I just want to thank you again for helping me get a lawyer to defend me. I couldn’t have done it without you,” Eddie exclaimed to his friend. He sat next to his girlfriend during the recess and held her hand.

“Hey man, don’t even worry about it. You’re innocent and my dads friend owed us a favor so I cashed in on it. I would do it again,” Steve replied.

“I really couldn’t have done this without any of you. I know they haven’t reached a verdict yet but I appreciate all of the words all of you guys spoke for me during your testimonies. I definitely have a better chance at winning this thing with you guys behind me,” Eddie replied to all of his friends and his uncle. He especially meant the sentiment towards his girlfriend who was testifying against her own father on his behalf. She rested her head on his shoulder in a quiet understanding.

It felt like forever before the jury had finally come back out and said they had reached a verdict. Everyone took their places back in the courtroom. There was tension in the air as one of the jurors stepped forward to make the announcement of their decision. Eddie held his breath as nerves washed over him. He knew that most people already thought he was a criminal just from the fact that he was his fathers son. They would have no trouble believing that he would be following in his fathers footsteps. He felt queasy at the thought as he patiently awaited for his fate from a stranger.

“The jury finds Mr. Adams guilty of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. The jury also finds Mr. Munson not guilty of sexual assault,” The juror announced. Relief washed over Eddie and he felt like he could breath comfortably for the first time in weeks. After all was said and done, Mr. Adams was sentenced to 10 years in prison and received a $5000 fine. Eddie walked out of the courtroom with his girlfriend on his arm and his lawyer helping him avoid the reporters standing outside waiting for any chance they could to get the latest piece of gossip from him. He made his way home and he and his friends and family celebrated the justice that was served to Mr. Adams. For once he didn’t feel viewed as a criminal.

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heliads · 7 months

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I got the idea for a nina zenik x reader!! I imagine one where in KoS, nina and r work together as spies and fall in love, but since they are in fjerda, they keep everything hidden. after a while, maybe nina will propose that the two of them should go back to ravka and build a family for the two of them because she is ready to put the mourning of matthias behind and love somebody else

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Although they would not dare breathe a word of it outside the War Room of the Little Palace, the Grisha Triumvirate and the king of Ravka actually put quite a bit of thought into the predicament of who they should send as a spy to Fjerdan territory. In the end, after much deliberation, they decided to send Nina Zenik, won over by her familiarity with the Fjerdan language and culture as well as her powers as a Grisha Heartrender.

And, to appease Nina since she’ll have to tailor her image the entirety of the trip, they send you. It was judged an acceptable cost by all involved. Although Ravka would love to have your services as an expert fighter and spy within the relative safety of her borders, Zoya and Nikolai allow that having a superior inside hand in the inner workings of Fjerda wouldn’t be a terrible thing. That, and making sure Nina’s griping doesn’t cause her to lose sight of her mission.

Nina is a good spy. However, the last year has been hard for her. She was stuck in Ketterdam for the longest time, or so the official story goes, and when she came back, there was a hollowness in her eyes that wasn’t there before. You’ve known her a long time, far before she ended up taking an espionage position that ended with Zoya coming back to you saying that Nina was gone, kidnapped by the drüskelle. You knew her well enough to know that the Nina who came back to you after all those months was not the bubbly girl who waved goodbye from the window of a rolling coach until she disappeared from sight.

If you were in the mood to be selfish, you would admit that you’re pleased she’s back. Nina misses Ketterdam, even if she won’t say it to Zoya and the others. She’s told you about the life she had back there, in bits and pieces at first until it all came pouring out along with oceans worth of tears, and from what you can imagine, it would have been difficult and wild and utterly captivating.

You’ve heard countless stories of Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa and Jesper Fahey, Dirtyhands and his Crows, a hundred jobs that would have gone south were any other criminal leading it. She’s laughed over a Materialnik’s gambling habit, a flute player’s chemicals. She’s cried over a blond soldier who was only just starting to learn how to live without a government hell bent on forcing him into a killer and a zealot.

Sometimes, when she can’t sleep, Nina stands by the window and looks out over the Ravkan landscape that she used to know so well. She tells you that she’s surprised everything is so clear at night; she’s more accustomed to smoke and the glint of smoggy moonlight over canals. Out here, the air is barren, the hills rolling. It’s oddly natural. This is her home, but she’s called some other place that for so long that it’s strange to be back here.

Nina won’t have to deal with that strange uprooting for long, though, as both of you have shipped out to enemy territory on the king’s request. You’re not sure if Nina accepted the job because she wanted to honor Matthias’ legacy in his home country or keep running away from the life she thought they’d have in Kerch, but either way, both of you are breathing in the shocking cold of lifetimes’ worth of snow, and wondering how in all the Saints you ended up in Fjerda.

Fjerda is not a good place for two Grisha. Both of you are Tailored, but you still expect to be recognized at any moment. Nina is still unavoidably Nina Zenik, at least to you, and Nina claims that she can’t tell they made any changes other than a few superficial things, but that could just be the fact that she’s focusing on the familiar sound of your footsteps instead of glaringly obvious details like your new face.

It’s easy to focus on the Tailoring, though. It takes your attention away from the obvious, which is that both of you are in a country that wants you dead. Both for the fact that you are witches, but maybe– maybe for something else, too–

You had thought nothing of it until an old woman down the street from you took it upon herself to warn you. Nina was scouting out a nearby factory for fear of jurda parem while you stayed back near your place of lodging to keep up an alibi that both of you were totally normal. As you were walking down the street, your neighbor beckoned you over with one curling finger and told you that you would do well to keep your affection under wraps, if you knew what was good for you.

When you asked her what she was talking about, the old woman had said that you and your ‘girlfriend’ were making things a little too obvious. Dazed, you thanked her for her advice, and hurried home so you could properly stew over what she had just said. You and Nina aren’t dating, but the woman seemed so sure of herself.

It could just be one woman’s delusions, but, on second thought, you’re not entirely sure that she was wrong to suspect something. Nina is your only tie to home, and you’re Nina’s only reminder of what she had been like before every calamity in her life. Without each other, both of you would fall apart. Perhaps you’ve been acting like it for a while. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that you cannot stare at each other like you’re witnessing a sunrise and other people will not notice it.

That night, when the exhaustion of the day falls upon you, you crawl into the bed you share with Nina, mind abuzz with memories of that same conversation with the old woman. You’d like to sleep more than anything, but even despite the darkness of the late hour and all the troubles of the pervasive danger of your surroundings, you cannot persuade your eyes to stay closed for longer than a few minutes.

You’re not the only one lost in thought and unable to sleep, as it turns out. Nina tosses and turns next to you, clearly anxious. It’s enough to make you forget your own concerns and look over at her instead.

Your voice, although barely louder than a whisper, seems to boom in the empty room. “Is everything alright, Nina?”

You can hear the rustle of hair against the bedclothes as she shakes her head. “Not in the slightest. This place is messing with my head.”

You shudder slightly. “Trust me, I get it.”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s more than just the mission or the anti-Grisha stuff. It’s– Saints, Y/N, he’s everywhere here. Matthias. Everything reminds me of him. Every child I pass on the street has his eyes.”

You should be a supportive friend, but you can’t help but feel your mood sour when she brings up Matthias. Even if that old woman were right– even if you were to love Nina, which you’re fairly certain would be a far easier task than it strictly should be– you would never be able to do a thing with it. Nina’s heart seems made up on Matthias. There is no room in all her grief for you.

“You miss him,” you say simply, “You’re in mourning, Nina. That’s understandable.”

Quiet for a moment, then: “No. That’s the worst part. I don’t feel as much grief as I should. It should tear me apart, shouldn’t it? I see young men who look like him, and I think about him, but it’s a quiet feeling. Not terrible.”

“It’s okay to move on,” you whisper. “That doesn’t make you an awful person.”

“Doesn’t it?” She asks.

“Nina, he died months ago. That’s not enough for the grief to leave you, which is why you’re still thinking about him, especially here, but enough to give you a head start to try. Moving on is always easier than we think it should be. It’s not sacrilege to spend your days doing something other than crying yourself to pieces. That doesn’t ruin his legacy, it just means that time has passed.”

Nina sighs, and the sound seems to engulf the entire room. “Shouldn’t it hurt forever, though? I mean, I was weeping when we buried him in Ketterdam. We all were. I thought that part would last until I died too.”

You reach out into the blind darkness to take her hand. “You have been through terrible things, Nina, but you don’t have to feel terrible forever. You lost Matthias, yes, and you lost your friends in Ketterdam, but you’re allowed to feel happy at some point in your life.”

“I didn’t lose my friends,” Nina points out, her tone suddenly edgy. “I can’t lose them. They wouldn’t do that to me.”

You keep your voice light, careful not to disturb her anymore. “I didn’t mean that you’d lost them like that, just that you’ve separated. That’s all.”

Nina sits up, looking intently down at you. “No, you don’t get it. We didn’t fall apart because it was bad. We didn’t fall apart at all. It just ended. Not because of us.”

You nod your head as much as you can while still lying down. “I know, Nina. I know.”

Her voice is insistent when it sounds again out of the darkness of your shared bedroom. “It wasn’t our fault. We could go back if we wanted to. It’s just that we all had different things to do, you see. We grew up, I guess. We went our separate ways. That doesn’t mean we like each other any less.”

You sit up next to her. Now that the two of you are on eye level, you can see that she’s shaking slightly, her pupils dilated, the green of her irises darker than you’ve ever seen them. “It wasn’t our fault,” she repeats, “None of us wanted to go. We just did.”

You reach out an arm, and for the briefest of moments before you touch skin and fabric, it feels as if you might go on leaning out forever, contacting only the chilly darkness of a room in Fjerda that belongs to neither of you, yearning for someone who is across a sea in mind and perhaps, if she got her way, in body, too. Then your hand meets her shoulder and you can pull her close, staving off the memories of good times that ended until both of you can relax enough to rest.

“They are good friends, aren’t they?” You ask her, voice muffled as you press your lips against the top of her head.

“The very best,” she whispers back. “I’ve met no one else like them.”

You pull back slightly so she can see the teasing expression on your face, and do your best impression of the prepubescent fishmonger who keeps trying to flirt with both of you whenever you leave your house. “Not even me?”

She laughs, knowing what you’re getting at, and pokes you in the ribs. “You’re different. They were family. You’re more.”

This makes you go quiet all of a sudden. Nina, taking advantage of the cessation of voices, pulls you back down to the bed, and she’s asleep in minutes, arms still wrapped around your frame. You, on the other hand, stay awake for far longer than you should, just turning over the words in your head. You’re more, she had said. More than what? More than her crows, which you had assumed had an unshakeable grasp over her heart?

You think about the next day, then the next day, then the next. The weeks turn into months. You stay in Fjerda. Both of you work on your espionage, sending as many secrets to Ravka as you can. There are near misses and close calls, hundreds of them until you’re sure you’ll get caught before you ever get to see your home again.

And then you’re standing the deck of a ship, and a friend both of you like named Hanne Brum has managed to insert herself into the Fjerdan monarchy enough to take over the throne and herald a new era of positive relations with Grisha and Ravka alike, and it occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, you have won.

Nina stands with you. She doesn’t leave you. Neither of you like being without each other for a long time. It reminds you of dark nights when you were never certain that one of you hadn’t gotten caught by the drüskelle and killed. The tension of a thousand cold nights will never leave you, but maybe you will be able to rest again soon. Maybe, you’ll remember what it’s like to live without always looking over your shoulder.

Nina will be able to help with that. You confessed your feelings to her when they became unavoidable. She wasn’t able to answer them at first, but in time, Nina was able to let go of her ghosts and admit the same to you. She will never be rid of Matthias’ memory, but she doesn’t want to be. She just wants to live a good life with you, and she thinks her old lover would want that for her, too.

Sapphire waves course below you. “Can you believe we’re going back?” You ask her.

Nina shakes her head. “I feel like I’ve lived half my life on a ship. Landing always seems strange.”

You chuckle. “Very poetic. If you like, we can go take a victory tour to the Wandering Isle or something. Just so you can get your fill of travel.”

Nina shudders. “No, thank you. My hair is best when not tinged with salt water.”

You kiss her cheek. “I happen to think your hair is best all the time, thank you very much.”

“I agree,” she hums, “but I’ll still be glad to see dry land. I think I’d like to stay in Ravka for a while, actually. Set down roots or something cute like that.”

You smile. “That sounds nice. I might join you in temporary retirement, at least until Zoya calls us back to duty.”

Nina leans her shoulder into yours. “Bold of you to assume you weren’t included in my happily ever after in the first place. I don’t think I want to live without you. Not to be dramatic, of course.”

You pretend to frown. “Not to be dramatic? Who are you and what have you done with my lovely Nina Zenik?”

She grins. “Maybe you’re right. A little bit of drama can’t hurt.”

“That’s what I thought,” you hum.

Despite your teasing, you think Nina is exactly right. You can have a quiet life for a little while. You have no doubt that Ravka will need your help again, likely sooner than you think, but for now, you’re at peace, both of you. You’d like to explore life with Nina without having to fear for your lives. You happen to think that it’ll be very good indeed.

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bimrsadler · 2 years

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A Softer Sin

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Summary: Touch starved Arthur is all nerves and affection during his first time with reader

Word count: 3,375

Warnings/tags: nsft, fluff, mutual pining, first time together, praise kink

Notes: I’ve wanted to write touch starved Arthur finally getting some love for a while now, just something soft and sweet for the high honor cowboy

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Arthur couldn’t have been an inexperienced man, you thought. Someone like him could have anyone he wanted - if he wanted.

He was a stunning man now, chiseled features with weathered definitions that highlighted his ruggedness and only made him more alluring. Surely he must have broken hearts as a strapping young lad too?

Hell it was all too easy to imagine an early attempt at an honest job, a ranch-hand maybe, only for him to get chased off the property by an angry father for tarnishing the daughter’s purity. Not to mention running with the gang for as long as he did it was only natural to assume he’d spent time with the working girls.

You knew of Arthur’s past love as well, wondering if she had kept him at arms length for the sake of tradition. Yet perhaps even a proper lady like Mary could have been tempted by the wild outlaw to seek pleasures before marriage.

Lord knows you were prepared to sin for him again and again.

But as he blushed and stammered beneath you, it could have just as easily been true that you were the first woman to ever touch Arthur Morgan.

It was only hours prior that Arthur was spilling his problems to you like bourbon and honey pouring into a glass. And you drank it all down.

How could you not? The man needed to vent to someone and you were flattered that it was you he chose to be vulnerable with. Arthur bled for the gang damn near daily, doing whatever Dutch asked of him. He worked himself so hard but rarely slowed down enough to think.

It was only minutes prior that you raised the back of your knuckles to graze Arthur’s cheek with gentleness, curious when he last received touch that wasn’t violent.

You got your answer when he flinched with confusion as your soft skin met his bristly stubble. It was heartbreakingly easy to read his features. “Why’s she doin’ this? Touchin’ a nasty criminal like me?.” His brows pinched together and shoulders stiffened. “I don’t deserve this.”

So you left your hand there, stroking lightly to send an unspoken message. “It’s okay, you can relax. You’re allowed to enjoy this.”

And so he did. You watched his body language shift from tense to relieved. His shoulders eased as he pushed his cheek into your hand, leaning on it like he might fall over without its support. His hand joined yours there too, a calloused and warm palm pressed against your softer one.

You closed them around each other, a linking touch that felt more intimate than sex. Arthur shut his eyes and let out a long, shaky sigh.

You wanted so badly to forget about everything else around you, to make his heart race for a different reason. It was your other hand above his knee that prompted him to open his bright eyes again. Leaning in closer you spoke in hushed tones, “I wanna kiss you Arthur, that okay?”

“Uh s-sure,” he stammered in his thick drawl, you always loved the way he said that word.

He watched you carefully as you cupped his face with your hand, placing the other flat on his broad chest. The pounding of his heart slammed into your palm, so forceful it felt as though it could break through the thick muscle.

For a moment you felt a pang of guilt, wondering if it was too much too quickly - working him up like that. But his face told a different story.

His lips curled ever so slightly as his eyes widened and brows raised, suddenly looking like a different man. Innocent and hopeful with excitement, a far cry from the man you watched in a dozen fistfights.

Your lips brushed feather-like against his, savoring the moment as if afraid it would end because you moved too fast. You pulled back just enough to open your eyes and see him smiling back at you. Enough permission to continue.

You added a slight pressure to Arthur’s lips with yours, parting them with intent. His short beard was softer against your face than expected, adding to all of the sensations being absorbed. The taste of tobacco and gin, scent of leather and campfire lingering, the delicate hums that escaped from him whenever the kiss deepened, the thud of his excited heart still melding with your palm.

It ended with a smaller peck, the period at the end of a sentence. Or hopefully an ellipsis, leaving the moment open to continue, should he want that…

“Jus’ don’t get why you’d wanna kiss me…” Arthur confessed abashedly, forehead pressed against yours.

“Because you’re handsome, loyal, always treated me well.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly along the inside of his suspenders, “and you’re far smarter and kind than you give yourself credit for.”

Arthur let out a dismissive laugh and averted his eyes, “dunno about all that.”

You moved him gently to face you again, “well I do. Besides, you ain’t been able to tell how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“Thought you were only bein’ nice to me. Bein’ my friend…part of the gang,” he admitted as he fiddled with his gunbelt.

“Well sure but it’s more than that Arthur, did…I read things wrong thinking you felt the same?”

He licked his lips and looked at you without breaking eye contact for the first time that night. “Nah darlin’, you read ’em right.”

Your stomach fluttered with relief and nerves, unsure why you were so afraid he would turn you down. Perhaps the thought that he wouldn’t allow himself the chance at happiness, despite it being an open secret in the gang that he pined for you.

But his assurance that you read things right was also intimidating; it was now or never. And daydreaming about Arthur and having him so close you could feel his breath were two entirely different beasts. “So…wanna keep goin’ then?”

“Yes…I do,” Arthur nodded enthusiastically.

So you straddled him on his cot in the quiet of his tent. And he blushed and shook as his breath wavered. It could have just as easily been true that you were the first woman to ever touch Arthur Morgan.

Arthur’s arms wrapped around you like strong coils, tight and devoted. He was all too used to losing people and feared that if he didn’t appreciate this point in time, he would never be able to appreciate anything again. His hold on you wasn’t possessive, it was grateful and loving.

His nerves and sweetness relaxed you greatly, helping your own confidence to mount. You allowed your kiss to become heated and rolled your hips into his lap, feeling the hard line of his manhood pressing against you.

“Oh sweetheart,” Arthur mused.

You cracked a smile against his perspiring neck, “yes Arthur?”

“This feels so good, it’s been so long…”

As you suspected, he hadn’t enjoyed anothers company in recent times. Your own heart rate picked up now, wishing to deliver in giving him everything he deserved.

“Well then,” you unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off his shoulders, “I’ll have to make this count huh?”

You ran your hand down his hair dusted chest before kissing the exposed skin. You wanted him to know that you were attracted to it all: every freckle and scar, every blemish that painted his body from time spent under the bright sun, every part he hated that lit a fire in your core.

The feeling of clothing against your flushed body was becoming constricting. You undid every piece of ribbon and button keeping your heaving chest from Arthur which took too long for your liking, but certainly worked in favor of building his anticipation.

When you fell out of your dress Arthur’s eyes flicked between your chest and face, attempting not to linger too long. His fingers twitching against your ribcage with barely controlled eagerness gave him away however.

You couldn’t help but tease, “never seen those before?”

Arthur laughed bashfully and looked up at you, “it ain’t that, just never seen yours before.”

Your heart swelled with his affection for you, “well you can do more than look ya know.”

You grasped Arthur’s hands and moved them to your breasts, urging him on as he let out a shuddering sigh.

The callouses of a hard working man added to the sensation on your sensitive flesh, rolling and pulling between the gentle massaging. Arthur found confidence and leaned forward to suck the stiff peaks into his warm and wanting mouth, tongue lapping as his ocean eyes stared up at you.

Arthur’s hands wandered below and hovered at the small of your back, begging to explore further. You gave a moan of approval as he moved to the swell of your backside, squeezing hungrily.

You stood up and removed the rest of your undergarments as Arthur watched in awe. Bare before him for the first time, it was you who was feeling self conscious now.

But the nerves didn’t last long, no they never would with Arthur. You watched his pupils dilate as he gazed at you, the ocean iris taken over by coal.

“Gotta be the most beautiful thing I ever been lucky enough to see, sweetheart.” He leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your stomach, “the hell’d I do to deserve an angel like you?”

Your knees grew weak at the husky praises from the man in front of you. How did he not realize how well spoken he was?

Kneeling to remove his gunbelt and pants, “you know damn well I’m no angel Arthur,” you gazed up at him with mischief and carnality.

Arthur lifted his hips so you could pull everything off, “well compared to me ya are.”

You planted tender kisses to his wide thighs and batted your eyelashes at him, “maybe so. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve me.”

Arthur pulled you to the cot and set you on your back as his hand traveled to your mound, lightly moving to your swollen heat. “May I?”

“Please…” you keened, thrusting your hips into his palm.

Arthur bucked at the air as his trigger finger slipped past your soaked folds, blooming open for him.

He rested on one arm beside your head, “how you like it beautiful? This good?” His voice was simultaneously soft and gravelly in your ear.

“Try movin’ em like this,” you demonstrated curling your fingers in an upward motion.

He did as you asked while rubbing the heel of his palm against your nub, bringing forth a delicious gasp, “oh just like that Arthur.”

“Yeah?” He let out a breathy laugh, a mix of disbelief and euphoria that he was able to bring out noises like that from you.

You were experiencing the same feelings as well - not because you were surprised that his touch felt so good, of course not. Rather, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

Arthur had always felt like a fantasy. Something to yearn for but never experience. Fingertips brushing when sliding over a drink, a tip of the hat in passing, a kind hand on the waist to steady you off your horse; always near but still at arms length. Sat right beside you but still so unattainable.

But the brushing fingertips found their way to the rest of your body, the hat sat in a pile of your discarded clothing, and the kind hand on your waist became lustful.

The tight coils in your abdomen snapped as your legs stiffened and curled, light gasps escaping your lungs.

“Yes sweet girl, that’s it,” Arthur whispered with a smile, not even flinching at the nails digging into his biceps.

As you came down from your high, you gave Arthur a deep and slow kiss. A thank you and a promise. He rose to his haunches with your push, watching with anticipation while your hand wandered to his hardness.

You palmed him slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he tilted his head back, swallowing hard. “Your turn,” you winked.

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, “like I said it’s uh…been a while. I don’t think…” he shivered from your touch and chuckled awkwardly, “well I know I ain’t gonna last.”

You pulled his body gently on top of yours before cradling his face in your hands. “Arthur I don’t care about that. You already did more for me than any man I ever been with.”

He smiled sheepishly, face blushed in the illumination of the lantern. It was true. Arthur cared. He cared enough to ask if it felt good, cared enough to change what he was doing if it didn’t, cared enough to let you come undone before thinking about himself. That wasn’t something you were used to.

You stroked his member slowly and pushed him forward by the hips. He nudged gently into your wet opening with a drawn out groan as you bucked to bring him further into your core.

Arthur delicately hooked your legs around his waist and slid his arms underneath your back and neck, pulling you as close to him as he could without crushing you.

He was buried so deeply inside of you but he stilled himself, didn’t move, didn’t thrust. Not yet. Instead he buried his face in the curve of your neck, “Can I stay like this sweetheart, jus’ fer a bit?”

You held him tighter, “yes, long as you want.”

Arthur was rarely allowed to savor anything, let alone a moment like this. Inhaling each other’s scents and letting your hands roam to wherever they could reach without breaking your closeness, tangled limbs and combined breaths.

“You feel so warm darlin’…so soft.” Arthur’s rough lips placed the gentlest of kisses along your shoulder before raising himself up enough to look down at you.

A curl of hair fell carelessly across his eyebrow, you brought a finger up to play with it before brushing it behind his ear.

Your hand closed around the honey waves at the nape of his neck, bringing him in for a wanton kiss with your eager tongue.

Arthur instinctively began grinding into you, panting heavily into your mouth. It was unimaginable to wait any longer. “Need you to take me Arthur, please…”

He finally began to pump in and out of you, pulling you flush to him by the hips with one hand, the other gently holding the side of your face. You turned to decorate his palm with whines and kisses.

His pace was languid and rhythmic, accentuating how full you felt each time he sunk into you. For a man who hadn’t taken a woman in some time, his movements sure didn’t miss a beat.

“You’re doing so well Arthur,” you purred up at him. “Feels amazing,” you watched his concentrated face react with relief in response to you praise.

“Christ girl…” Arthur murmured as his thrusts turned sloppy, suddenly stilling himself with a grunt. “Don’t want this to…hnng, end jus’…yet.”

He brought himself to his knees again as you admired the rise and fall of his burly chest, glistening with sweat.

Your hand was placed gingerly at your mound, Arthur looking down at you expectantly. “Please?”

Arthur Morgan, toughest outlaw you’d ever known, nervous to ask anything of you that might be untoward despite being inside of you as he spoke.

Endearing as it was, you wanted him to know he could speak his desires, that there was no need to dance around them anymore. Admittedly though, it was also tempting to tease him and watch the results.

“Please what?” You grinned up at him, perhaps shedding some of that angelic view of you he’d built.

Arthur huffed timidly, biting his lip. He may have thought you naked before him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, but for you? Him vulnerable and flustered with desire was a strong contender.

“C’mon baby, wanna hear you say it,” you writhed against him and moved your free hand to knead your breast.

“Touch yerself for me,” he stated in a way that could almost be called stern if it weren’t for the desperation still shining through.

“Yes sir,” you cooed playfully.

Arthur twitched inside of your heat as he caressed your thigh, “oh yer killin’ me sweetheart.”

Your laugh turned into a moan as your fingers worked the bundle of nerves coated in wetness, clenching around the girth stretching you.

Arthur hungrily eyed your writhing body, gazing at the way your breasts bounced from the fervent movements of your fingers and the gasps it pulled out of your lungs.

“Almost there,” you keened. “Wanna feel me come around you?”

“God, y-yes.”

Your name fell from Arthur’s lips as he resumed his movements, slow at first to deter his release, but when he saw the cues of your own? The hitching breaths, sharp whines and quivering muscles? He quickened his pace to bottom out in you, a light snap whenever skin met skin.

You appreciated the effort he made to wait until your climax was close before he continued. Appreciated that he knew it must feel so good for you to be fucked while pleasuring yourself.

“Such a good boy, waitin’ for me to finish first.”

Arthur shuddered, his volume increasing now despite being in camp. “Sweetheart I can’t…”

Your walls fluttered around his cock as you let out a muffled cry against his shoulder, relishing in the bliss of having something other than your own fingers to grip down on. Not just something - Arthur.

And he was losing his composure swiftly, not that he’d had much to begin with. But you loved it that way, everything in how he behaved was so honest.

He couldn’t dim the scarlet in his cheeks when you praised and encouraged, couldn’t hide the softness in his eyes when you touched him, couldn’t stifle the stutter of his tongue when he pleaded.

Nor could he control the jolting of his hips or the trembling grasp on your waist as his release approached. “Sh-shit where…where d’ya want me?”

You ran your hand along your stomach, signaling that you wanted him there. As he pulled himself out of you flushed and panting, you replaced his hand with your own.

You finished him with long and firm strokes, watching his abdomen contract with every throb of pleasure as he spilled onto your stomach, coating you with warmth. Every mannerism and sound radiated virility. The flexing of his tanned, hair covered muscle, the primal grunts that expelled with each pulse in your tight hand…

He was a monolith above you. The moans of a release long pent up, the touch of a love long repressed.

Arthur fell softly beside you, gazing at you with lustrous eyes and disheveled hair. After a moment of this he reached beside the cot to find something to tenderly clean you with, still a hint of embarrassment in the way he avoided eye contact.

“Thank you,” you said gently with a smirk.

“I should be thankin’ you,” his hand hand drifted along your side.

“For what?”

“Everything. Listenin’ to me and lettin’ me be with ya…like this.”

“I wanted all of that too Arthur, don’t need to thank me for it.” And you meant it, just as grateful as he was.

“Well ’m gonna anyway,” he rolled you gently to your side and embraced you from behind, bulky arms engulfing you. You felt secure and comforted with the heat of his chest on your back and the heft of his thighs behind your own.

The two of you drifted off in shared contentment to the rhythmic motions of your relaxed breaths. The late night sounds of the camp were a welcome comfort in the background. The dulcet melody of Javier’s guitar, crickets lazily singing, the faint crackle of the dying campfire.

A rare moment of respite from the pressure and worries of the lives you led. No threat of the law, no pressure from Dutch, no bullets or blood. Unburdened.

Arthur had long since let go of his tensions from earlier in the night and found himself wishing he’d let his walls down for you earlier. He spent far too long not knowing this was what he was craving, missing, needing.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #nsft #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption

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hoshi-y · 11 months

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Hello! Its anon here.

It's almost my birthday and I needed a special gift >:333 you know what it is!

Hanako x Excorsist!Reader !!

It just randomly popped up in my mind :D

The storyline starting with an Excorsist person targetting to the famous rumour known as hanako-san but ended up developing feelings for the ghost.

Thank you! This'll be my best present. 💕💕

Sudden Interest

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Hanako

TW : Curse Words

A/N : OH MMYYY HAPPY EARLY BDAAAYYY I am so very honored that you'd want my work as a birthday present HWISJDJSJS I'LL DO EVERYTHING TO MAKE IT SPECIAL AND MAKE HOW YOU WANT IT TO BE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

I hope you enjoy 💗

"Oh? Don't tell me the almighty exorcist has fallen for me~"

"Hey. Have you heard the rumor? Apparently.. There's something haunting the third floor girls bathroom. They say a little girl haunts the bathroom, but only a few people have summoned her."

"Oh? You want to know how to summon her? Alright then. They say you have to knock on the third stall three times, and chant the words— 'Hanako-san, Hanako-san. Are you there?' She will appear and fulfill a wish of your liking, for a price. Of course."

The Schools atmosphere turns rather cold and mysterious at night, no? Most people would want to get out of school grounds before it gets dark due to the 'rumors' of ghosts being haunted.

But for a certain exorcist, it was the perfect time to strike, and finally take down Hanako-san of the Bathroom. You came from a bloodline of exorcists, The Minamoto Clan. Born with the strongets and most experienced exorcists through generations. And you are one of them. Minamoto [F/N].

You were given awards, recognitions throughout your hometown of your work, everyone loved how you could exile any supernatural in sight.

Teru Minamoto, your cousin, have told you all about the infamous Hanako-san of the Toilet, amd wanted you to come and try to exorcist her.

"I'm in Teru, don't worry." You said thru the phone, you held your sword close as you entered the empty and dark halls of the school.

"Alright~ Goodluck, [F/N]" Teru ends the call and you began to walk up the third floor. Kamome had alot of supernaturals just casually walking by, but you paid no attention as you could feel that these... Pink like bunnies are not gonna do any harm.

As you reach the third floor, you could already feel the ominous aura and cold air. Hanako-san was definitely in there. You walked up to the semi-closed door and opened it slowly. There... He??

What in gods name? But the rumors said Hanako-san was a girl? Yet why is there a young boy dressed in old uniform sitting on the window seel before you? He hadn't noticed you which gave you enough time to analyze him.

'Black choppy hair.. Old Gakuen uniform.. 2 glowing Tseushiros.. Roughly around 4'10.'

And most of all. He was definitely dead. His body has become see through due to the light of the moon. He seemed distracted which you made your move slowly, but of course this was an old bathroom, As you made a step inside the bathroom the floors creaked which made him turn his head fast, his hand inside his uniform.

"Oh? Another exorcist of the Minamoto Clan has come to erase me from the face of the earth~" He laughed as dissappeared, you didn't panick, although you did see his weapon.

You sighed putting your hands in your pockets as he appeared infront of you upside down. He had really big Amber eyes... "Oh my~ Most people would scurry away once they saw me yet here you are~" He chuckled. "Soo~ What does the better good-looking exorcist want from me—" Before he could finish his sentence you unsheathed your sword and pointed it at him, as he raised his hands up like a criminal being caught. "I have no idea who you are, or what you are. Are you an acquaintance of Hanako-san?" You asked but he burst out laughing. "You think this is a joke?"

He lowered your sword using his pointer finger "I am Hanako-san of the Toilet, darling~. Hard to believe yeah? I'm a guy yet the rumors say I'm a girl haunting the bathrooms." He lowered himself on the floor as you scuffed. "You? Hanako-san? Stop playing with me" Pushing your blade towards him more. "I-I am! I am! You could ask Kou about it!" Kou? Kou knew about this and never told you?

"How do you know my cousin."

"He tried to do the same thing you're trying! Buutt I made him change his mind~" There is no way this... Boy could change his mind, Kou was a very challenging person and won't give up unless he has achieved it.

You were about to say something else when you heard guards coming up the stairs. "Shit. Well, you've completely wasted my time." You scurried out the bathrooms to head downstairs the other way but it was too late for you when you saw flashlights moving along the area.

Scanning your surroundings, the only esxape was to go up to the rooftop and probably hide there until they leave.

"Hey, is anyone here? I swear if its the same students camping here again!" You hurried upstairs to the rooftop and closed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief sliding down to the floor to catch your breath. "Quite the escape aye?" You clicked your tongue looking up to see the same boy back in the bathrooms. "What do you want. You know I can get rid of you right here right now right?"

"Mmm Truee~ But guards ar now scouting the third floor and they'll hear all the commotion you're making~" He sat down beside you. Great.. He won't leave you alone. "I've never seen you around School before, do you go to another school?"

"None of your business."

"Awww come on, you'll be stuck here for awhile so might aswell talk to me!"

The last few hours was exhausting, He wouldn't stop askinf questions and why you chose to become an exorcist

You gave him short ended responses but he knows how to get back on his feet quickly.

What seemed like forever, the guards patrolling the area finally left and you made your escape.

You'd exorcist him another day.. Although Teru would be a little disappointed with you, but he knows you did your best.

You finally made your way down to the first floor. You checked to see if anyone was around, and when you saw no one you dashed to the back gate of the school. Just as you were about to open it, a hand grabbed your wrist. "Ugh. Do you WANT me to get caught?" He chuckled. "Maybe? So you can stay here and spend some more time with me~" You yanked your hand away but he grabbed it again. "They need to fix your rumor and add the 'Annoying Hanako-san of the Toilet' hmm?"

"Oww that hurts my feelings, don't be like that dear~" You rolled your eyes. If you hadn't forgotten about the bracelet Kou gave you he would've been on the floor by now. "Come visit me again hm?" He finally let your hand go as he dissappeared into thin air. You sighed heavily "Honestly.. What did I get myself into.." You said as you finally stepped out school grounds and ran home before anyone could see you.

Its been a week, since you've tried to get rid of him, but he just wouldn't sit still and accept his faith.

You'd end up in a fight with him but he'd always flirt with you.

You weren't the tyoe to react to such cheesy and flirtatious words but it somehow.. Made your cheeks warm.

You have been absolutely drained and tired on trying so you just passed on the job to Teru, he had more energy than you so.

"Whaatt~ Don't tell me—"

"Yeah yeah whatever. He is absolutely abnoxious and very annoying. It's draining my energy." Teru chuckled as he leaned on his chair with his arms crossed. "Alright~ Don't you have classes right now?"

"I have archery practice. And I need to go right now, coach will scold me."

You said your goodbyes to Teru and headed down to the field. But you felt eyes behind you, so you turned around to see him again. "Ah. I knew you studied here" You sighed as he floated beside you. "Do you have anything better to do than annoy me?"

"Nope! My schedule is free~" You ignored him and continued to walk. "Hey wait up!" He chu kled as he followed you. This was gonna be one heck of a day.

You tried many ways to avoid him

But of course it always ends up being a fail, its like he knows exactly where you are.

It has been a month since his teasing, flirting

You didn't wanna say it out loud but..

You were enjoying his company.

Believe it or not, you didn't have that many friends

So you enjoyed his little banter with you, he was a bit stubborn such as yourself. So you finally let it go.

Kou and Nene invited you on the rooftop for a picnic. Of course you accepted it and followed them upstairs. "I'm so glad you agreed [F/N]-nee!" Kou said excitingly. "Of course. Anything for my little cousin." You ruffled his hair as he laughed

Kou opened the door for you as you saw Hanako and Nene already sitting on the blanket they prepared. "Agh— Quit it Hanako-kun!" Nene said as she swatted his arms away. "Aww come on~ Don't you wanna hug me?~"

"Oi! Stop bothering Senpai you!—" Kou left your side to go argue with Hanako. Something about what you saw.. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

You weren't dumb. You realized it already. Which scared you, there was absolutely no way for it to happen or come true.

"Nee-san.. Are you alright? Is Hanako being too loud I'll go whack him for you!" Kou said as Hanako playfully stuck his tongue out. "Mhm, I'm alright." Sitting down on the blanket to join the three. Throughout break, you watched how Nene and Hanako would interact. Very flirty and.. He was more rather clingy towards her.

You even saw how he looked at her. Which made your heart ache, but you weren't in the right position to feel this way. "I'm.. Gonna go to the bathroom I don't feel well.." Standing up and heading towards the door. "Do you need me to come with you?" Nene asked concerned which you politely declined and headed down.

Why were you feeling this? This stupid emotion you felt towards him. Was it his compnay that made it come out? His flirting? The way he comforts you when you are having a bad day? Or is that charming smile that he always gives you when he looks at you.

"Fuck.. Why.. Why him out of all people.." You splashed your heating face with water as you held onto the sink looking at your reflection. "I'm bot supposed to feel this way.. I don't understand.." You needed fresh air. Good thing you could skip your mext few classes due to archery practice. You needed fresh air.

You never went back up to the rooftop, and y9u mentally apologized to Nene and Kou for leaving without a reason and a goodbye. You went to the back of the school and sat down on a bench under a cherry tree. It was just you, and you alone. All the students went back inside their class when they heard the bell ring.

Feeling the warm breeze against your skin. You took a deep breath and leaned against the bench. You were lost in thought on how to get rid of these suffocating feelings you had.

You couldn't ignore him. You couldn't be mean to him because he always ignores it. You are not the one to push anyone away because you know how it feels. Oh how was it this hard?

"Is that seat occupied?" You looked up to see the very person you kind of didn't wanna see. "Hanako.. No it isn't you can sit down.." He nodded as he put his hands in his pocket and sar down beside you. Neither of you saying anything.

"So.. I didn't see you inside class. What are you doing here?" He asked as you looked the other way. "Archery practice." Hanako hummed as he poked your side to get your attention. "What was that for.."

"You're lying to me, [F/N]" You scuffed and crossed your arms. "You don't know that."

"Oh but I do, I saw how bothered you were on the rooftop, is something the matter?" Bang, he caught you. You shook your head. "No.. I'm alright, don't worry about me. Also, don't you have a meeting to attend to?"

"Who cares about that."

"How are you even the leader of the Seven Wonders of the School.." He chuckled. "We did voting." Hanako sarcastically answered which made you roll your eyes. And then there was silence again.

Hanako stood up and squatted infront of you. "What?"

"Is it because you saw me flirting with Yashiro?" You went silent and averted your eyes from him. Although you wanted to keep drowning in those Amber eyes. "So it is that" He chuckled

"And what if it is? Are you gonna laugh? Mock me? If so do." He raised an eyebrow "Why would I want to do that?"

You were feeling another emotion you haven't felt in a long time. Nervousness. You gulped as you fidgeted with your hands, which Hanako held tenderly. Yours and His fit perfectly with each other, which made your heart beat faster. Yiu didn't say anything and stayed silent.

"Hey.. Are you alright? You feel kind of warm—"

"I Like you.." You mumbled which he thankfully didn't hear. "Sorry, come again?"

"It's nothing.. Nevermind.." You stood up but he didn't let go of your hands. "Come on [F/N]. You can tell me, it's also gonna bother me if you don't."

Were you really about to confess your feelings to him right here and then? Yoi wanted him to reject you so you could move on with your life. These type of feeling is what brought you down the first time.. And you were scared.

It was now or never. You took a deep breath. "I.. Like you. Hanako." He looked shocked. "Oh my, did the infamous Minamoto [F/N] fall head over heels for me?~ I am honored~" He chuckled. You sighed and started to feel the pressure and the aching in your heart as you looked down.

"I.. Want you to reject me.. Hanako.." He stayed silent as he looked at you. "I know it's impossible for us to be together, and my feelings for you has been.. Suffocating to keep to myself. I'm an exorcist, and your a ghost. Pretty ironic if we ever become together?" You chuckled, but soon died down. "Plus.. You have someone better.. Someone who would be there for you at anytime.." You let go of his hands but he held them again.

"Are you not gonna hear on how I feel about this?" You really didn't. I mean you were ready for the rejection, but you were scared. "Alright."

Hanako smiled softly at you, as he placed his hand on your chin lifting your face up so you can look at him. He saw the slight years in your eyes and wiped them away. There was no escaping now.

You were ready for the rejection, but it never came.

"I like you too, Minamoto [F/N]." Your heart started to beat faster as your breath became uneven. "But we can't be together Hanako.. Its never gonna work.. " You teared up as he hugged you. "Then let's make it work. I'm not losing you [F/N]" He placed his hands on your shoulder as he looked at you.

"Oh.. My darling don't cry.." He wiped your tears as he kissed your cheek, which made your heart skipped a beat. "I promise. I'll do everything to make you happy.. Even if it costs sacrificing myself.." He mumbled the last part, gladly you couldn't understand what he meant.

Hanako hugged his new profound love lovingly. Not once letting go.

You announced your relationship with Hanako first to Kou. Cause you knew he was more understanding than his Older brother

and Surprisingly, he accepeted it and cheered you two on. Even Nene did.

You told Teru next, and he was definitely disappointed.

It took awhile but he finally accepted it, and came into good terms with Hanako

slight. You'd catch them threatening each other in the halls.

All was well for a few weeks.

When he suddenly dissappeared.

Not a trace. Not a clue on where he went. Not even a single letter on where he might be

You asked the other supernaturals, but they jist couldn't tell you.

Not even Tsuchigomori wanted to tell you.

You were devastated and locked yourself up in your room for days.

But you knew you couldn't be like this forever, and finally went to school.

You sat down in your seat completely drained, as Yashiro watched you. "Hey.. Its alright [F/N].. He'll show uo eventually.." You thanked Nene for trying ti cheer you up. But it just wasn't getting thru to you. So you hid your face in your arms until your homeroom teacher arrived.

"Settle down! I have an announcement to make." Everyone scurried to their seats and stayed quiet to hear their advisers announcement. "You'll be having a new classmate. He has recently moved into town a few days ago and I want you all to treat him with respect. You can come in now." You raised your head and could not believe who you were looking at.

"Hanako.." You mumbled his name.

"Ah.. Hello. My name is Yugi Amane. I have a twin brother but he is in the next class. I moved here to Kamome because of my Dads work. I hope we can be friends." He bowed. He locked eyes with you and smiled.

"Thank you, Yugi-san. You can go sit down next to Minamoto over there. The one with [H/C] Hair." He nodded and made his way to the empty seat next to you. "Alright. Let us begin our new lesson." He turned around and opened his textbook and started to write on the board.

You looked at Hanako.. Well.. Amane beside you, he was already staring. Your eyes started to swell up and good thing you sat at the very end of the class. Amane held your hand as he gave you an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry I left you without saying anything." He whispered to you. "Please don't cry.. I'm here now.." You nodded and wiped your tears.

You two secretly held hands until the end of the day. Amane held your hand as he guided you to the rooftop. It was weird not seeing him in his old Gakuen Uniform and the two tseushiros beside him. Not to mention the seal that you'd always stare at on his left cheek.

Amane closed the door and engulfed you in a hug, which you immediately bursted out crying. "I'm sorry for all the sleepless nights, depression and anxiety I gave you when I went missing. I couldn't bear to tell you the reason of my leave." He wiped your teats away and kissed your forehead. "I did all of it just for you.."

"Why?.." Heb it his lip and inhaled. "You.. You had so little time left.. You were about to die.." You froze. You were about to die? "I red your book in Tsuchigomori's Library. You had about 4 weeks left.. I couldn't bear the thought of you dying and having to experience the same thing I did when I was a supernatural." Amane kissed your tears away. "Why would you do that?.. Why would you do such a thing Amane.."

Amane pulled you closer and placed a quick but soft kiss on your lips which caught you off guard.

"Because I love you.. [F/N].. I love you so much.. I didn't want you to die.." You held his hand that was placed on your cheek and kissed him back.

"I love you too.. Amane.."

As the sun sets. The two spend the whole afternoon giving kisses and hugs. Filling in the lost time and opportunities.

An exorcist falling inlove with a ghost. Really ironic. But you couldn't help it and made a Sudden Interest.

I originally planned to stop it when you finally confessed but I wanted to add a lil twist yk?

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON! I hope its to your liking ^^ AND I MOST DEFINITELY HOPE I DIDNT MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY 😭

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