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Tulips or Roses?

John Price x reader

In which you find John's old diary detailing his love for you his teammate and you begin to question his love for you. Word Count: 3.6k

Being a civilian to a soldier was hard enough.

And it was even harder when your husband was a commander for one of the most skillful task force. So it wasn't unusual for him to be gone for long periods of time.

So on a random Friday evening, anticipating his arrival in the coming week, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the windows, you found yourself at the door of John's study, with was decorated with a glass name plate, with the words 'Study' accompanied with a painted heart created from blue and pink fingerprints from you and your husband.

John was never the man to tell you off if you entered his study, instead he encouraged it. He's beckoned you to bring him his evening tea to him, to give him a massage, sometimes when you wanted him, he'd allow you to help him under the desk, if you get what I mean. (speaking from experience ;>)

As you stepped into his room, you noticed the ceilings adorned with sizable white cobwebs, cringing at the apparent neglect of his study. When was the last time someone had even been here?

Sweeping his desk, wiping away the dust, you find a box underneath beside his chair, which prompted you to lifting it up and placing on top of the desk. Man, you underestimated it's weight. You struggled to lift a small but heavy moving box, and it caused a few books and papers to fall out.

You cursed at your clumsiness, picking up the loose sheets, until you fingers caught the spine of a red vintage-like book, which had the word 'diary' written on the front. You didn't take too much notice, skimming through the pages until you caught your name being mentioned a phew times.

You giggle, it's a diary probably with John confessing his love to you numerous time! You know you probably shouldn't look through it, I mean privacy exists, but you just can't help it.

So you look through some of the infrequent entries, the oldest dating back to 10 years back, and the most recent one being nearly 4 years, when you and John had first met.

30th February 2010

Suffering in Afghanistan, the lads and I are stuck in the safe house for a week now. Rose is here too, I should ask her if she's okay.

Ahhh you remember this story. When the Task Force was stuck in the city of Kandahar, in the safe house. You also remember John's team, whom you are well-acquainted with, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Rose?

You skip through the boring entries, most of which are just John documenting his work-out plan and the places him and his team had visited.

5th July 2016

Gaz's going on and on about his lass. Someone tell him to talk to her at least, he doesn't even know her name! I keep bringing it up but he keeps mentioning when I'll talk to Rose.

You chuckled, assuming the chick was Gaz's current wife. But the last part caught your attention, Rose again? You remember John telling you that she'd retired, went back north to settle with her family now, so you don't think much of it, I mean they are team mates.

19th June 2017

Saw a cute kid and her mama, wishing I had kids, without this lifestyle. Rose wants a son but I don't particularly mind. Soap overheard our conversation and spammed me lols on Whatsapp, but I thought lol meant little old lady? I am a man though.

You raise your eyebrow at another mention of Rose, why doesn't he care if Rose wanted a son? You didn't realise how close your husband was to her.

2nd December 2018

Christmas this month with my boys. Rose invited me over for a smoke. Ghost rolls his eyes when I mentioned it to him, says I need to man up and make a move.

You squinted your eyes, rereading the entry, and hesitantly skipping to the next one.

7th April 2019

Drinks with my men (and Rose haha, she doesn't like being part of the men). It's her birthday and she wants to tell us something. She's got her red lips again. I'm excited, Soap kept nudging me the entire ride, that cheeky bugger.

Then immediately below it, an update: She's seeing someone.

You're slowly piecing the puzzle, though you don't want to assume anything.

21st August 2019

She came into my room crying, seems like it's not going well, good for me. I hope she's okay and she realises there's better fish in the sea. She hugged me, she smells like roses, I love floral scents. I tried leaning in, she says I'm like an older brother to her.

Your heart breaks a bit, sniffing at your freshly washed hair, which smelt like ... like roses.

You thought floral scents were YOUR thing.

You continued, to the next entry which was marked the date you remember meeting John for the first time at the pub. You force a smile, hoping the entry would lighten your mood.

30th November 2020

In the pub and bored. Rose brought her lad... they're back together. What does she see in him? Soap urges me to find someone else but my heart is set on someone, for a long time. Won't change. He keeps gesturing to a girl on the other end of the counter, she's pretty, but like a tulip. Not like a rose. Not like my Rose.

You grip at the notebook and you try your hardest not to rip the papers out of the book and set his entire study on fire.

You remember this day, when you were dragged to the pub by your friends after being dumped by your ex for another girl. You sat at one end of the counter, with tears in your eyes but one look at that buff Englishman on the other end and your mood flipped instantaneously, 180 degrees.

"Kelsey, look at that guy, Mr Army over there." You beckon towards John's direction, to your friend., slightly tipsy after a peg of beer.

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow, then turns to the guy whose piqued your interest, "You should go for it." She encourages you.

So you get yourself 2 drinks and approach the guy, more confident that usual due to your alcoholic state. A beer would do.

"Hi, this seat empty?" You smile at him innocently.

All this time you had recalled a look of fondness towards you, when he'd first locked eyes with you. You remember bragging about how it had been love at first sight for the both of you, but thinking back, a feeling of doubt starts bubbling inside you.

"It's reserve- you know what. Take a seat."

You remember sitting next to him, passing him a drink, and telling him your name, "...and you are?" you question, although you see him wincing. At first you thought it was just an army thing, so guarded that even the slightest of movements would make him twitch.

But now you're questioning whether he really wanted to engage into a conversation with you.

The following hours, as you painfully recall, was filled with you talking about yourself and occasionally asking him after his life, though he gives you one word answers and frequent nods.

But that was just because he'd just come home from a mission right?

"...and he just broke up with me out of the blue! Like was my 12,000 followers on TikTok not good enough for you?" You chuckle, attempting to crack a joke. He smiles confused, and you note he's probably too old to understand what TikTok was.

"Sounds like an asshole, love." He replies.

"Hmm, he was...I- I just don't know what he'd leave me for her...like I gave you my everything, I was always with you through thick and thin and what, that wasn't enough for you?" You trail off, the effects of the 2nd beer hitting you.

"I understand dove, you just give 'em everything and they just find someone else. What does he have that I don't?" He spaces out, his eyes falling on his teammates sitting at a different table. You follow his gaze, smiling slightly when you lock eyes with one of his smirking subordinates, whom you know know as Soap.

"Those people, they're your team?" You question.

His eyes aren't on you though as he responds, "That mohawk, that's Soap, Ghost next to him, tough as steel but soft at heart, Gaz on the opposite, funny lad, Roach, good ol' Roach..."

You look at the woman to the right of 'Roach', taking in her beauty. Though she's sitting down, you can tell she's taller that you by least 4 inches, with a blonde pixie haircut and painted with a dark smokey eye. A deep smirk is plastered onto her plump ruby red lips as she looks at John Price finally talking to a woman that isn't her. She raises a hand, waving to the both of you, which is almost instantaneously reciprocated by John.

"And her?" You ask, head nudging towards the woman.

"Her...That's Rose. You should meet her, you would like her, but who doesn't..." His chuckle fades out and you at how his attention was fully directed to her. A sinking feeling told you that you should have backed off from the married man, but it disappeared when John pointed out her partner, with gritted teeth.

Your hands are gripping the pages at this point, as you recall memories from the diary from his point of view.

You turn the page to the next entry, dreading the words.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub, I'm once again unfamiliar with the lingo, I'm not Simon?? She's nice but, not sure I see anything further than a friendship. Gaz and him are picking out an outfit for me, she wants to meet up for bowling apparently. I just want to be with Rose...

Clenching your fist, you shut the diary and toss it aside, feeling all kinds of emotions. Upset that John had never truly looked at you the way you'd looked at him. The way he never wanted you, like you wanted him.

Every time you'd seen him online on Whatsapp, but still hadn't opened your messages, he was ghosting you? Sure after a while of being friends, his behaviour gradually changed, accompanied with rapid texts, but you felt like this relationship was built on lies.

Did he even want to go bowling with you that day? Did you win because he purposely let you, because he was bored and wanted to go home, be with Rose instead? When he asked you to be his girlfriend, did he ask you with Rose in mind?

The ding of the oven stopped your trail of thoughts, so many questions swirling around your head. You walk out of the study, slamming the door behind you, the combined mess of dust and cobwebs remaining untouched.

The glass name plate falls to the ground, the edge shattering, with shards of clear glass laying dangerously on the wooden floor.

A couple of hours go by and the doorknob rattles at 8:45 P.M. on the dot. John was never late when he had to come home to you.

He reaches base at 7:30, drives exacting an hour to your shared home, after making a quick pit stop at the florists within 10 minutes to give you a freshly scented bouquet of red roses.

Roses. So that's why he'd give them you every time...

He makes sure to leave him 5 minutes of spare time, which was designated to flipping open a small metal notebook you'd gifted him, and writing his thoughts down. And once those 5 minutes were up, he places the notepad back into his jacket pocket and practically runs towards the front door.

"Dove, I'm home!" He exclaimed, gently placing his belonging on the floor, before walking into the living floor, where you sat on the sofa with your legs and arms crossed. (MY BITCH POSE IS NASTY)

"Sweetheart, you didn't run up to me at the door, you alright love?" He sits next to you, his calloused and freshly bruised arms rubbing your knee.

The silence was deafening and you couldn't find it in yourself to look at him after all you've read.

He takes it as a cue to continue, "I got you some roses, baby. Your favourite-"

"When did I say they were my favourite?"

John blinks at the interruption, "I mean, you don't like them? It's tradition to bring the same red roses for you every time I'm back..."

"And when did I say I liked them? Are they my favourite? Or are they her favourite?" You shift towards him, anger evident in your voice.

"Her? Who? Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I mean, come on man, you like floral shit that much that now you're making me wear it?"

"You...don't like floral scents? Did you want tulips instead, baby?"

Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance by his confusion.

"It doesn't matter if I wanted tulips, John, it's the fact that YOU like roses. In fact you've like Roses this entire time! Don't act like you like tulips 'cos you don't- to be honest I don't think you ever have!" You rant, handing running through your hair.

"I mean I like both honey, roses are just, um, prettier?" He sounds like he's asking you rather than telling you.

"Of course roses are prettier to you- that's all that you're fucking used to you. It's always roses, roses, roses. You're so obsessed with fucking roses, you never gave tulips a bloody chance!"

"Are we still talking about flowers-"

"And when you do give tulips a chance, you're still thinking about roses- how red they are, how pretty they are, how they need to be watered every 5 fucking minutes, even then there's already someone to water those damn. Red. Roses."

"I- I mean I like tulips too, baby-"

"No. You don't. No, you don't. Tulips are just the safest options for you, cos someone already plucked out those fucking roses. Cos roses don't want you."

You're standing up now, and John's attempts to speak are futile with every sentence you shout.

"No. In fact, roses has never wanted you, roses look better with someone else, and ol' poor John has no more roses, so he goes and waters some unwanted tulips instead!"

John stands up, towering over your shaking frame, his hands come up to stroke your biceps, but he's pushed away.

"I mean, did John ever even like tulips? Or was he faking it cos he never got roses? Was tulips just the safe option? Does John still want roses after all the years tulips have been there for him?"

You left out a pained cry, you didn't even notice the tears leaking out of your eyes.

"Does John even like tulips? Does John even love tulips?"

His hands wipe your tears away, and he brings you into his chest, and you don't attempt to push him away this time.

"Does you even love me, John?" You break down into his arms, letting him carrying you into the bedroom, where he places you gently on the bed, while you hiccup through your uneven sobs. He smells the stench of wine through your shaking breath, whilst stroking your hair, and you slowly fall into a deep slumber with your head pressed against his still uniform-clad chest.

The clock hits midnight and John gets up, trying not to wake you up, grabbing his sweats from the drawer and walking to the bathroom across the hall, in order to not wake you up, from what looked like a well-needed rest.

As he trudges out of the bedroom and through the corridor, the reflection of the broken glass catches his eyes and he squints in the darkness, squatting down to pick a small shard. As he lifts the remains of the nameplate, hooking it back to the door, he steps over the mess into the study to retrieve a dust pan and brush.

Flicking the lights on, he's met with what looks like a scene from the reality TV show - Hoarders. So starts cleaning quickly, picking up the duster and bunching up the paperwork from the floor, the pot of pens that had seemed to be knocked down, the diary he'd used to write in...hold on-

Picking up the diary, John flicks through the entries, the book naturally opening to the last open slide.

He begins reading the last entry.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub....

"Oh...my tulip, I've never loved roses as much as I loved you." He mumbles to himself, whilst simultaneously cringing at his previously written words, immediately throwing the book back on the floor.

It's past breakfast when you wake up, throat and eyes painfully dry from last night's crying session, forcing yourself to drag yourself to the bathroom. You've forgotten that John had come home last night, as your met with a familiar empty bed.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs, being face to face with the naked back of Captain John Price.

The smell of chocolate pancakes waft towards your nose, as you look around the kitchen, the room garnished with a variety of different flowered bouquets, with so many variations of plants.

Bundles of dahlias and lotuses, orchids and lilies, carnations and irises, roses and tulips.

John turns to your footsteps, smiling at his perfect woman.

"Baby, good mornin'" He greets you, placing a single rose into your hair, and pecking your forehead warmly.

"John, listen about last night-"

"It was the old diary, wasn't it?" he asks.

You nod, ashamed for your abrupt behaviour yesterday. John lifts your chin up, resting his forehead against yours.

"Rose never taught me how to love like you did."

"John, you don-" His pointer finger is pressed against your lips.

"Reading those words from the past, I can see how it may have painted a different picture of my feelings. But let me assure you, my love, that you are the one I adore with all my heart."

Your stroke his face, heart warming to his words.

"Every rose I brought home was a symbol of my love for you, not because it was her favorite, but because it reminded me of the beauty and grace that you bring into my life. And those tulips, they represent the new beginnings and the fresh start that we share together.

My love for you is unwavering and unconditional. You are my tulip, my true love, and I vow to cherish and adore you for all eternity. Please forgive me for any pain or doubt my past words may have caused."

"John..."

He hands you his notepad from from his back pocket, beckoning you to open it.

You look at the first entry.

19th February 2021

I mentioned how I journal sometimes to her, and she bought me a new notepad, it's cute how she calls it a diary. Things are looking good. Bowling's our thing, I let her win because seeing her smile means I've won too. I'm asking her out tonight, Soap cried real tears when I told him.

You turn the page.

20th July 2021

Our 6 month anniversary. Took her to a field of roses and tulips, though nothing compares to her beauty.

The next one.

17th September 2021

I seldom think of Rose, I have my tulip on my mind now. Rose retired, and the team celebrated last night. She hugged me and thanked me for being a good captain. She also acknowledged my previous feelings for her. Man that was uncomfortable, but I reassured her I'm with my tulip now. I love my tulip.

I've always preferred tulips anyway.

And the next.

5th July 2022

Our 500 day anniversary. I want to propose.

17th September 2022

She said yes!! She may be my fiance, but I've already started calling her my wife, not legally yet at least...illegally?

28rd December 2023

We married 30th November. The day we met. Xmas was amazing, I can't see myself with anyone but her. I'm getting deployed tomorrow though.

You look at the most recent entry, dated last night.

16th February 2024

Missed the valentines day with my missus. Hope these roses are enough, though I wanted to get something better. Tulips for my tulip. They ran out haha. Missed my girl, missed her like I've never missed someone before. Soap's right, deployment suck.

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from pain or doubt this time, but from overwhelming joy and love for the man standing before you.

"I'm sorry, John," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to doubt your love."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt smile that reached his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace. "No need for apologies, my tulip. Thank you for teaching me how to love."

And in that moment, amidst the scent of chocolate pancakes and fresh flowers, it felt like you love story was just beginning, filled with trust, forgiveness, and a deep, unwavering love for each other.

That should not have taken me 2 days to complete what in the world. Also if i was tulip, that old diary is going straight into a fire! Barbecue anyone? <3 Quick Notes: I head-cannoned Rose to look like Sergeant Calhoun from Fix-it-Felix lolololol woman crush fr i get u john boy I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

#call of duty #cod #john price #john price x reader #captain john price #john price angst #john price fluff #task force 141 #captain price

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Darling I am SO SORRY for adding yet another request to the already enormous pile but OH MY GOD your buggy family saga keeps me thinking! The way buggy wants to have daughters! The way the twins have regular noses but CONSIDER!!!! him and his lady having a baby girl and AHHHH she got his nose!!! Little cherry baby! At first he's so afraid because of his own I security and then he's DETERMINED that his baby girl will never feel that shame or I security neverrr

Cherry Babies 🍒

- Support me on Ko-fi please, For Ramen 🍜

- Old Man Series

• Buggy is head over heels in Love with his Daughters. Ari and Ali- has shown them off to everyone and holds them constantly.

• "Look at my daughters! They are so beautiful! Makes your baby look ugly!" He laughs at a random villager-

• You having to apologize and just explain he's excited-

• Calls them a host of Nicknames like with the Twins. The boys he always calls Peanuts or Double trouble.

• For the girls he has adopted Cherries or Bubble & Squeak. Mainly due to Ari Seeming to always be blowing spit bubbles which he has to clean and Ali being the more vocal of twin and making a host of random noises.

• He trains Dee and Bee more- Wanting them to learn how to protect their sisters and guard them.

• Speaking of the boys, They love their sisters. At first they were jealous assuming that the babies would steal all of the attention, That was till they returned from the ship after your labor and found that you would be in deep recovery from the birth. So Buggy was dealing with the girls mostly- thats when the boys decided to help their father till you were better and fell in love with them just like Buggy did.

• The twins had become massive helps to You and Buggy. Often without even needing to be asked-

• A few weeks after the birth Buggy walked into the nursery to check on the girls and found Dee asleep leaned next to the crib were the girls were and Bee asleep on the floor.

• Buggy had never felt such a strong swell of pride before and picked up the boys and tucked them into their proper beds that night. A smile on his face the whole time

• If anyone mentions their noses- GOES APE SHIT

• A nurse was the first one to be on the end of this treatment- It was there one month check up and the Doctor had given the clear the girls were happy and healthy. He had brought his assistant a young male nurse with him to help with things like weighing both twins and documenting results.

• Buggy caught his eye staring at thier noses and his eyes narrowed dangerously. The nurse fucked up though when he said 'Do we check the noses?.. was that normal?"

• The Doctor and you knowing that there was no stopping Buggy as he screamed in the Nurses face and proceeded to beat him to death-

• He will constantly be paranoid something Is wrong with the girls.

• "(Y/N) Why is she crying like this?" He panics as he holds Ari who is crying hard. You walk over calmly to see the man on the verse of tears as you do a quick check over and touch her rounded stomach which immediately leads to a dart and her quieting down.

• "She just has gas-" Buggy stares "Oh-"

• When the twins open their eyes and start to look around Buggy is overjoyed. Especially when he sees they have his eyes, Is immediately swooned.

• AKA HE THROWS A PARTY

• Buggy of course had thrown another party, Like he did with all his kids it seemed. Dee figuring out how to read the maps- Party. Bee making his first Bomb- Party so now that the girls had opened their eyes- PARTY

• It's a massive event with his entire crew involved. Food, Music, Drinks, the works.

• You catch him buzzed off his ass swaying to some music while holding the twins against his chest. You go to protest and scold him- But notice he is actually levitating by his ankles to keep from tripping as well as using the baby scarf to hold them up.

• It was oddly cute? Here was this pirate, high bounty and nasty reputation red in the face singing along to the music while holding his daughters.

• Ari is wide awake looking around at all the new things while Ali is peacefully asleep cuddled into Buggys chest.

• When he turns you see Bee asleep on his back, like a piggyback ride.

• You of course snap the picture of Buggy holding three kids at once.

• Will want to set back to sea by the Girls 3rd month and has the ship ready by then. He knows its difficult but feels safer on the sea then on land ironically as well as He has been on this island for a year and doesn't want to lose his reputation.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

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isildur-apologist · 1 year

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You don’t hate Amazon you hate the Silmarillion: a genuine review of Rings of Power

It’s no secret that overall I liked RoP. I watched it with my roommate who gets very hyped about stuff like that and it made for a really exciting viewing experience, instead of the more bitter perspective I might have taken if I watched it alone. But, I also know there are some real faults with the show, I never thought it was perfect and know it’s not on par with the the LOTR movies and I never expected it to be. But, the fault for that is not on Amazon.

(I want to note that I am not defending Amazon. I hate Amazon. Jeff Bezos can catch this guillotine. I am, however, defending the creative team behind the show, which is how I will refer to them from here on out, I only called it Amazon to grab your attention. )

Here’s my point though, almost every (valid) critique I see of this show isn’t a problem with decisions the creative team made, it’s an inherent problem in any adaptation of the Silmarillion (and associated works but I’m just going to refer to the Silmarillion for brevity’s sake).

The Silmarillion, as full and detailed as it is, is a shit story. The events of the second age do not fit neatly into a clean story structure the way LOTR does because it’s not supposed to. The Silmarillion isn’t a story, it’s a history, and history is never narratively satisfying. Tolkien (Jirt, not talking about Christopher here) didn’t publish the Silmarillion in his lifetime, he only even published LOTR and the hobbit, everything else attributed to him was published after his death. He had no intent of making the other works anything other than a comprehensive history of the world he made for documentation’s sake, never with intent to publish. He didn’t even compile all the writings, Christopher did.

Because if this, the Silmarillion is really hard to adapt for a number of reasons:

1. Elves aren’t good main characters.

Elves aren’t supposed to be relatable characters, they’re aloof and static and inherently non-relatable (There are exceptions but they’re usually not regular elves. Elrond is half elven, Legolas is very young). Humans and hobbits are the relatable characters through which we view the world, because they can have human flaws and conflicts, which makes for a very human story. To make elves the main characters you need to make them interesting characters, and elves aren’t supposed to have human flaws, and so you either stay faithful and they don’t feel relatably human, or you change their to be more human and it feels disingenuous to what we know elves to be like. It’s a lose lose.

2. Middle earth is not supposed to be pretty.

A huge part of LOTR is realizing every place they visit is either the ruins of a past, much larger civilization, or a city that is a fraction of what it used to be (Gondor in lotr is NOTHING compared to what it was in the early 3rd age, or Arnor and definitely not Númenor, Rivendell is a pebble compared to Lindon and Eregion, we only ever see Khazad-dûm as a decrepit tomb instead of the most prosperous mine in all of middle earth is once was). This juxtaposition is integral to the main themes of lotr and is imperative to the story jirt was trying to tell. A story set in the 2nd age cannot have these ruins because IT IS THE RUINS. It cannot “feel like lotr” because it is what will make lotr lotr.

3. Characters (individuals) are of little importance in the Silmarillion.

As important as Elendil and Isildur (and even Anárion) are to the plot of literally the entire 3rd age, we know little about their own narratives. They are names for the people that did these important actions and that’s it. Again, the Silmarillion is a history, it’s not going to say what Elendil and Isildur’s relationship was like in excruciating detail or what Isildur wanted to do with his life before sailing to middle-earth and becoming a king. You have to write these characters a good story if you’re adapting the Silmarillion and sometimes there isn’t space to write a compelling journey in the space Tolkien left. Because they don’t have a character, any character you give them will seem “out of character” to many people.

Basically my point is that before you go and say “well this is weird or I didn’t like this choice” think about what the creative team had to create to make an interesting show out of a story not designed to be told. Sometimes they didn’t make the perfect decision, but if you were tasked with adapting something unadaptable do you think you would do it perfectly?

#rings of power #the rings of power #rings of power review #lotr #tolkien #silmarillion #galadriel #elrond #gil galad #celebrimbor #arondir #numenor #elendilf #oops I meant #elendil #isildur #durin iv #lord of the rings #lotr rop

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griffin-girl-r · 6 months

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Hurting you means hurting me

Created: 07.11.2023

Finished: 08.11.2023

Edited: 09.11.2023

Age: 17

Word count: 2,816

Warnings: Minor injury, Blood, Arguing

Request: Yes (Tumblr user) (@theunchosenonee)

A/N: THIS IS A MOM!MARIA STORY

Summary: Maria comes home tired from work and she lets the anger get the best of her

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Maria deeply sighed as she looked at the clock on the wall.

It already has been three hours past the end of her supposed shift and the pile of files in front of her seemed to never end.

But she was hopeful that she could finish them faster and go back home to her 17-year-old daughter who was eagerly waiting for her mother to come and spend some time with her after work.

Maria loved her daughter and she wanted to spend as much time as she could with her.

Maria smiled.

Y/N was her entire world from the moment she entered in the commander's life.

Taking a deep breath, she refocused her attention on the files. Each document seemed to blur into the next as she tirelessly reviewed and organized them.

The minutes turned into hours as Maria worked diligently, determined to clear the growing pile.

And, as the night grew darker, the office became quiet, emptying out as the rest of her colleagues went home.

But Maria remained, determined to get through the stack of paperwork. She knew her daughter was waiting for her and she couldn't bear to disappoint her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Maria placed the last file neatly into its proper folder. The desk was finally clear, and a sense of relief washed over her.

The weight that had been pressing on her shoulders lifted slightly, knowing that she could finally go home.

She stood up, eager to be able to finally relax.

She couldn't wait to take a shower and cuddle her daughter on the couch.

But her hopes were shattered when the door opened and none other than Nick Fury stepped inside with another pile of files in his hands and threw them on Maria's desk.

"Hill." He said "You have to finish these tonight."

Maria looked at Fury, a look of anger appearing on her face.

"You can't be serious." Maria chuckled "I finished my shift hours ago. I have to go home, Nick."

"Well, I don't care." Fury stated, unimpressed "I need these files finished tonight, and you are going to finish them. Are we clear?"

"No, we're not clear!" Maria threw her hands in the air, her voice raising "I am going to go home. I don't give a damn about your files."

Fury looked at Maria for a moment, then pointed again at the files "I want this finished by tonight. Are we clear?" He repeated

"No, we're not clear." Maria also repeated "I said I am going home."

"And I said you are going to finish these files." Fury protested "Now go back to work and bring these files to me when you're finished. You know where you'll find me."

And with that, Fury turned around to leave.

"Sir, wait!" Maria shouted after Fury

But he ignored her, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Maria with no other option than to start again, working on another pile of files for him.

—

When Maria pulled her car in the driveway, the clock struck 2 a.m.

She tiredly got out of the car and dragged her feet up the stairs to her apartment, then she angrily fumbled with the keys in her hand and unlocked the door.

"Mom!" A cheerful voice greeted Maria, who was boiling with anger "Why did you come home so late?" The same voice said as Maria lifted her head and saw her daughter, who ran to her and hugged her

You hid your head in the crook of Maria's neck and held her closer.

You were so excited to see your mom after a long day of being away from her.

You missed the time when you both used to be almost inseparable when you were little. She used to take you with her at work everyday.

But now, ever since your schedule got busy with school and everything, her schedule got even busier. And even though she doesn't go out in the field so much on missions as she used to, she still gets lost all day in reports that she has to fill, locking herself in her office.

"I was so worried." You whispered softly, a small smile appearing on your face

But instead of the usual calm answer you always get from your mother, Maria suddenly pushed you away.

"I'm not really in the mood, kid." The commander said

You looked confused at Maria for a moment. She had never acted like this, no matter how stressed and exhausted she was. No matter how injured or angry she got, she always used to greet you with a smile.

Her rejection came out of nowhere, without an obvious reason behind it.

"Mom, are you okay? Did something happen at work?" You asked worriedly

It wasn't every day that Maria rejected her daughter's affection.

"I said that I'm not in the mood, kid!" Maria shouted

You looked struck at her for a second.

You couldn't believe that she had yelled at you.

She had never yelled at you.

"Mom, just tell me what happened." You tried to reason, taking a step closer to her

"I said just leave me alone!" Maria shouted again "I am tired and I don't want to talk to anybody right now. I just want to take a shower."

Maria turned around and tried to leave, but you were not going to let her leave without getting an answer from her.

You're just as stubborn as your mother.

"Mom!" You shouted after her "Wait!"

And from two quick steps, you caught up with her and put your hand on her shoulder, trying to turn her around and get an explanation from her.

But out of a sudden, Maria turned around with the speed of light, and the next thing she heard was a loud thud coming from her right side.

—

Moving away from the wall, you pulled your hand away from your head and saw the crimson color that now painted your fingers.

Maria's eyes widened when she saw the blood on your hand.

You hissed as you looked up at her, your eyes filling up with range.

"Baby..." Maria whispered, her voice trembling

"Are you out of your mind?" You shouted, stopping Maria from continuing her sentence

Again, you covered the back of your head with your hand as blood kept pooling out, a clear sign that you had hit your head too hard on the wall when Maria pushed you.

"I'm so sorry, kid." Maria whispered again, as tears gathered inside of her eyes "I didn't mean to." She apologized

"Oh, shut up!" You shouted at her "I haven't done anything to you. Why did you do this to me?"

Maria took a step forward and held her hands up towards you.

She wanted to help.

She wanted to take care of the wound she had caused.

But, no matter how much she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her, she knew she couldn't undo what had been done.

She was the only one to blame.

How could she have done this to her own daughter?

She felt like a monster, and the guilt was evident on her face.

"Sweetheart, please, let me help you." Maria pleaded, trying to approach you

Her hands trembled as she reached out for your head.

"Get away from me!" You shouted, pushing Maria out of your way with all the force you were able to muster "Don't you get it? I waited for you all day just to see you. I was so worried when you didn't show up right after your shift ended." You spitted out "I understand that you have work to do, that people are relying on your decisions to be able to successfully save others. I know how much you love your work, but I am important too!" You shouted "I am your daughter, God damn it!"

Maria looked at your face and saw your eyes shining with unshed tears just as much as hers.

She couldn't believe that she let anger get the best out of her.

What mother hurts her own child just because she is tired?

She didn't think in the moment she instinctively pushed you into that wall.

There was nothing, she could say or do to make everything better.

"Honey, look, I didn't mean to." She swallowed the lump in her throat "I don't know what got into me, I'm sorry, I promise this won't happen again, Y/N. I promise I'll try to make it better, just please let me help you." Maria pleaded

"Don't you even dare!" You shouted and pointed your finger toward her "You are not my mother, Maria. I hate you!"

Maria could only watch in shock as you ran past her toward your room, leaving her in the solitude of her living room apartment.

How could she have done this to you?

Questions kept floating in her mind as guilt quickly swept inside of her and spread throughout her mind and body.

She couldn't dare to even call herself a human after what she had done, let alone a mother.

"Damn you, Maria!" The brunette commander shouted as she hit her head with her fist

She deserved to be blamed after she intentionally hurt her own daughter without even thinking.

But she also knew that she couldn't let guilt trap her for too long.

She needed to act quickly and without a second thought, just as she pushed you into that wall, she ran towards your room.

"I'm going to make it better, Y/N. I'm going to make it up to you, baby. I promise." Maria said to herself as she turned in the direction of your bedroom's door

—

You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to stop the bleeding from the back of your head.

"Shit." You mumbled as the blood continued to pour out from the cut

Quietly, the door to your room opened, and Maria timidly stepped inside.

"Can I help?" She asked in a hushed voice, afraid to speak any louder

She was afraid her presence would only anger you more, and she knew she deserved it. Yet, she also wanted to make things right no matter what.

"I don't want to see you." You turned your head away from the door, dismissing her "Just go away, okay?"

Maria took tentative steps towards the side of your bed.

For a moment, she eyed the first aid kit sitting at your side and the cloth you were tightly holding pressed against the back of your head.

"I don't know what got into me, and before you say anything else, I know that what I've done was wrong." Your mother tried to show you that she knew she made a mistake

"Oh, really?" You chuckled "I would have never guessed you actually would realize your mistake."

Maria looked at her feet, guilt weighing heavy upon her.

"I know..." She sighed "I know that what I have done was wrong, but I was just lost in my head. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wanted so badly to come back home to you, and when Fury brought that second pile of files to work on, I just lost it. I don't even know how fast the time passed after that, because I was so angry that I just worked and worked, and I wasn't even able to think straight."

"Well, that doesn't mean you had to lash your anger out on me." You shouted hurt, sadness evident in your voice "I haven't done anything wrong to you."

"I never said you did, honey." Maria quickly replied, her voice filled with remorse "And I understand if you never want to talk to me again, and if you can't forgive me, that's alright. But please just know that hurting you means hurting me."

"Come on!" You smirked sarcastically, trying to hurt Maria with your words "Don't expect me to believe that. I never would have thought that you cared. Apparently, your work is more important to you than your own child."

"I never wanted to make you feel like work was more important to me than you, baby." Maria said sadly, finally understanding that letting work get the best out of her meant neglecting her child "I was just trying to give you a better life than I had."

A sudden sniff made you turn your head toward Maria and you silently watched her as she continued to talk.

"I grew up without a mother, my father never loved me, and I didn't want for you to feel hated and blamed for something that you didn't do, as I was. I never wanted for you to be forced to join a life you shouldn't have joined in the first place, just because no one loved you." Tears started streaming down Maria's face "I felt like I didn't have a place in this world. That was until you were born, and on the day that I held you in my arms for the first time, I swore to myself that I would never let you feel like something was missing. I tried my best to be the best mother I could for you, just so you could feel loved. And I know that your father was never present but I tried to fill the void left by his absence."

You took a deep breath to steady yourself before placing a hand on Maria's shoulder.

"I understand how much pain you're in, but please try to calm down first." You calmly stated "I forgive you, even though it may take time for me to fully heal. We all make mistakes, and forgiveness is an important part of moving forward. Let's work through this together, and in time, we will be able to heal and forgive ourselves. We won't forget but we can forgive." You let out a hum "How about you just take a break for a few days? Hmm? How does that sound?"

Maria looked up at you and nodded "You know, I couldn't have asked for a better daughter. I don't know what have I done to deserve such a wonderful child as you are."

"You know what?" You smiled "You have done a lot. Just give yourself some credit, okay?"

Maria nodded "You know, that break sounds great actually."

"Yeah?" You laughed relieved "Then, how about you help me patch up this wound and we could both cuddle up and get some sleep after? In the morning you can call Nick and tell him that you are gonna get a small break. How is that?"

"This sounds wonderful." Maria smiled but her smile didn't quite reach her ears as she cupped your face and kissed your forehead "Thank you so much, Y/N."

"Anytime, Mom." You smiled

—

"No." Fury protested from the other side of the phone after Maria told him that she was going to take a vacation

"I don't care." Maria quietly answered as she glanced at her sleeping daughter "I am going to spend some time with my daughter. Away from work. I think I have won my right to a small break."

"Agent Hill." Fury stated coldly "You are my right hand, without you nothing works here. We have some upcoming missions that can't afford to be delayed and I need you here for them."

"And my daughter needs me here for her." Maria reasoned "So I am going to be spending some quality time with my own child and you can find another minion to do your job while I'm away. Is that alright?"

"Hill, I said that..." Fury was cut off when Maria ended the call suddenly and threw her phone on your nightstand

She quietly laid down on the bed beside you, careful to not disturb, what she believed to be, your peaceful slumber.

"I love you so much, kid." She whispered lovingly as she moved a strand of hair away from your face and kissed your nose

You tried your best to hide the smile that threatened to form on your face after you heard that Maria was serious about her taking a break from work, afraid that your mother might catch on the fact that you weren't asleep.

You knew she needed that time away and you also knew that you deserved that time with your mother without any work or global threat to disturb the peaceful time you got to spend together.

Tonight's incident had served as a turning point in Maria's life, not just in her relationship with her daughter.

It helped her to realize that work, no matter how much time demanded from her, will never be more important than her own child and she will never let the anger get the best out of her and turn her against her own daughter without her will.

Maria had learned her lesson.

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avaetin · 4 months

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"All it took was one impulsive kiss. But that's another story."

@haiseiscute333 @sunshines-child

“Wait. Is this serious?” Nico asked, those beautiful brown eyes looking up at Aeon with a hopeful and excited expression.

“It’s not for their local show though. It’s for their performance in Melbourne, Australia. If you’re fine with that, I already have flight tickets and a hotel booked. I also checked with your manager to make sure that it doesn’t have any conflict with your schedule,” Aeon explained, passing to him printed documents of all that he booked.

As if it were possible, Nico’s eyes widened further in shock as he looked through them. VIP tickets to the concert, first class seats on the plane and an executive suite? Holy-! Nico didn’t need to see any receipts to know how much all of these cost.

“I’ll pay you back,” Nico said.

Aeon shook his head, reaching forward to gently push Nico’s hair back. “This is my gift to you. The concert is happening on your birthday week.”

It was? Nico looked down at the concert ticket details. It was! And… Aeon wanted to celebrate it with him.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Aeon murmured, genuinely concerned as Nico suddenly stopped breathing, looking overwhelmed suddenly.

Nico wasn’t sure what came over him, his body moving before his mind could process his actions. By the time his rationality caught up with him, he had already leaned over, his lips firmly pressed against Aeon’s. His hands that were cupping Aeon’s cheeks at that moment could feel the man trembling slightly in his arms, prompting Nico to let him go with a flustered look.

“You… You didn’t have to do that,” Aeon said slowly, one of his arms slipping around Nico’s waist, preventing him from completely pulling away. “I wasn’t expecting anything when I gifted these to you. I just wanted to make you happy.”

“And I am,” Nico said.

With a shuddered breath, he pressed himself closer to the older male, Aeon’s arm reflexively tightening around him. He looked directly into those gorgeous emerald green eyes, and shuddered at what he saw. They had always been filled with affection and adoration when they looked at him, but at that moment, there was hunger in their depths. Raw desire. Warmth pooled in his stomach as he saw his own desire being reflected in them.

“I just wanted to kiss you too,” Nico admitted, ripping out a guttural moan from Aeon’s throat at the admission. “I still want to. Real bad. Can-”

Soft lips captured Nico’s lips in a searing kiss before he could finish his statement. For the record, Nico was by no means a virgin. He had been intimate with his partners in the past, so he knew what to do with his mouth. Or so he thought. For a virgin, Aeon didn’t kiss like one. He devoured Nico’s lips like he was on a mission to mark it as his. He took away Nico’s breath, as if it was his own. As if he was a dying man and the breath from Nico’s lips were his only salvation. He kissed… with the raw desire of a man who was finally being granted to act on his innermost desire.

“I’ve wanted this for years,” Aeon breathed raggedly against his lips, out of breath. Nico was surprised to find out that he was too. “Wanted you for years.”

Nico gulped. “Then why did you stop?” He asked.

Before Aeon could reply, he connected their lips once more, matching the other’s earlier passion. One of his hands slipped to the back of his partner’s head, clutching onto a fistful of hair while his free hand cupped the back of Aeon’s neck, pulling him closer. His lips parted open, his tongue slipping out to tentatively caress Aeon’s plush lips, coaxing them to part for him. He didn’t even register Aeon pulling him close, or himself straddling Aeon on the couch, his attention entirely on the movement of their lips, of the tentative caresses of their tongues that was becoming bolder by the second. Nico didn’t think he had ever wanted anyone so much as he wanted the man before him right now. He wanted Aeon. Entirely.

“Stop pulling away,” Nico complained when Aeon pulled back a second time. He chased after him, lightly biting down on his lower lip.

“We have to stop.” Nico shuddered at the tone of Aeon’s voice. “You’re… provoking me.”

Nico blinked, opening his eyes that he didn’t even realize he closed at some point. The desire in Aeon’s eyes were much prominent now, his hands gripping Nico’s thin waist to the point of bruising. Nico flushed slightly as he realized what Aeon meant as, when he leaned back, he felt something against his thighs.

With a playful smile, he shifted slightly in his lap, pressing their bodies closer together.

“I’m doing it with that intention in mind,” Nico whispered, brushing his lips gently against Aeon’s. “Please. Can I have you? Will you have me?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Nico,” Aeon replied, taking his lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly. “Once I have you, I have no intention to let you go.”

“Then don’t.” Nico himself was tired of letting go. He wanted to keep. He wanted to be kept. “Have me.”

A low growl was his only response before Aeon swept him into his arms, carrying him towards the man’s - their shared - bedroom.

#ceo! aeon x celebrity! nico #yeah let's go with that for now #aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson

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slowlypalefire · 3 months

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Elbert vs Ellis

Event Story

Part 2

* The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors

I finished making chocolate. I am about to start working on a report on the incident last night.

I've gotten used to the work of a fairy tale writer, and lately I've been able to move forward with my work without worrying.

Today I was worried about a different things.

Elbert: "Kate…let us write the report."

Kate: "But this is my job."

Ellis: "If that's the case, we won't be able to serve you, Kate-san."

"Kate-san, please rest."

Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun are sitting across a typewriter that had been brought in before i knew it.

Elbert: "Last night's mission was to investigate and destroy the secret organization. Is it Will and Harrison?"

Elbert's beautiful fingertips are typing as it touches on it.

Elbert: "...? ....??"

Kate: "Lord Elbert?"

Elbert: "..I’m sorry. I haven’t touched on it much."

Mr. Elbert, who is troubled by lowering his eyes. It's so adorable that I can't help but smile.

Kate: "Hehe, it's difficult right? I'll get used to it too. It was difficult until now."

Ellis: "El, can I try it?"

Ellis touches the typewriter and move quickly, not to mention it hit accurately.

Kate: "That's amazing...have you ever touched it?"

Ellis: "Jude's company also has a typewriter.That’s where I create documents from time to time."

"There are a lot of work that requires physical movement."

(As expected of a talented assistant at a trading company.)

Elbert: "Ah,.... here"

"It might be easier to understand if you write it in chronological order. For example..."

This time Elbert is concise and easy to understand. It will make the sentences easier to read.

(I see. Mr. Elbert is a nobleman.They govern the territory and manage assets.)

I'm sure there will be many opportunities to explain it to others.That's probably why it was cultivated.

(Both of them are amazing, it looks like it's almost finished)

(Hmm... Even though I'm having so much fun, Is it alright?)

As I was having a happy conflict, a deep voice came from above my head.

Jude: "Ah? What, you made the two men serve too? you have ego status."

Alfons: "A future where Kate controls the crown, it might not be that far away.”

Ellis and Elbert:

"Ah, Jude"

"....Al"

Ellis: "Right now, I'm serving Kate-san."

Jude: "You look like you're going to enjoy being laid on a woman's butt. That's quite a hobby."

Alfons: "Is Elle also enjoying being laid on Kate's ass,Is that true?"

Elbert: "...? I wonder if that's true?"

(I can't keep up with the rush!)

Ellis: "Ah, that's right. What kind of service would make Jude happy?"

Jude: "That's already decided. If you go ahead and finish the work before I give you any instructions, I'll be crying with joy."

Ellis: "I do it sometimes, but you're happy when you cry, I've never seen that before..."

Jude: "Be more careful."

Elbert: "...What about Al?"

Alfons: "Of course, there are things you can’t say during the day, and services like this..."

Kate: "Alfons-san!"

Alfons: "Yes, yes, I understand. You want to use it as a reference for your next action, right?"

"When it comes to service, I think it’s one-"

Elbert: "... Kate, does it feels good?"

Ellis: "You look like you’re feeling good.…So cute."

Kate: "Sure, it feels good, but..."

The next "service" that Alfons suggested was to give me a massage.

Mr. Elbert does the shoulders, and Mr. Ellis does the legs.

(I feel sorry and I asked them to stop. But they wouldn't back down no matter what)

(This feels good...)

Just sitting there makes me feel like I'm going to heaven.

Kate: "Hmm,ah..."

Elbert & Ellis: "...Eh?"

Kate: "Ah, I'm sorry. I was so excited that I made a strange sound..."

Elbert: "...I don't care.Let me hear a more cute voice."

Ellis: "Yes, I also like Kate-san’s cute voice.I want to hear it."

Elbert & Ellis: "Which felt better right now... ?"

In Elbert-sama's eyes, are they at the bottom of the deep sea? A feeling of greed creeps up,/

In Elbert-sama's eyes, are they at the bottom of the deep sea? The greed that seems to be creeping up is miserable,

There is a thick heat in Eris-kun's eyes that seems to bind his mind and body like thorny ivy.

Elbert & Ellis:

"...Kate"

"Kate-san"

Kate: "Ah...h-hmm..."

A massage to get rid of all your daily fatigue. After that,

Elbert-sama brought me tea, and Ellis-kun prepared tea sweets.

(It felt good and I'm very happy,i feel like it...)

(If you continue to be served by these two people...I feel like it's going to get worse)

(-Ah)

Kate: "Um, I have a request."

Elbert & Ellis:

"...what?"

"What’s wrong?"

Kate: "I was about to run out of ink ribbon. Thank you very much for joining me in this funny thing."

I asked the two of them to take care of the cargo, and we walked side by side through the lively town.

(I was trying to change the atmosphere even a little,It was a simple suggestion, but I'm glad I went out with it.)

As proof of this, the city is crowded with Valentine's Day. The two of them look like they're having fun walking around.

Elbert: "....Every store is busy."

Ellis: "Hehe, I feel like it does getting more powerful every year."

The shop windows lining the street are cute decorated and pleasing to the eye.

-Although it was supposed to be the same, everyone who passed by was fascinated by Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun.

(I'm used to it, but it's quite noticeable when the two of them are together.

Elbert: "Kate, aren’t you hungry?"

Ellis: "Aren't your legs tired?"

Kate: "Hehe, it's okay. Thank you very much for your concern."

"However, since we're here, we should eat something.Shall we go?"

(Ah, that's right)

"There’s a shop on the corner over there, and Liam says they have some rare tea in front-"

While walking,the two of them goes ahead to guide me to the store.

Man walking down the street: "Oh, hey! Isn't that carriage running out of control !?"

Dress women: "Kyaa! Run away quickly!"

(-eh)

The little man who was walking right next to me,a runaway carriage was heading towards the child-

Elbert & Ellis: "......Huh?"

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kitmoas · 2 years

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Two sides//Same Coin

Summary: Sometimes divide and conquer is the best plan of action

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Kate Bishop x Natasha Romanoff | Kate Bishop x Reader | WandaNatKate x Reader

Word Count: 8.8K

Warnings: Public Sexual Acts (All characters are consenting adults), Weapon Play, Magic Play and...a very fun important spell is used on Toy , Filming, Boot kink, Degradation/Humiliation *As usual, if I forgot anything important lemme know*

A/N: lol we wont talk about how long this took for me to write 🙂Thank you for anyone who is still around and stuck around for this update! Love you guys SO much 💜

Training Grounds Master List

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Smirking slightly, eyes locked on the bare skin of Wanda’s knee just inches from your face, as your body sways. You’re in a mood today and you know you were already pushing the boundaries, but you just can’t help but want to break every rule. The witch had just about had it with you, ordering you to follow her around on your hands and knees after you had bitten her ankle aggressively while she was on the phone. It wasn’t your fault though, she’s the one who had you kissing her legs as payment for you eating ice cream for breakfast. Her ankle was just there, and if she was going to treat you like Kate then so be it.

Wanda is typing away on her laptop, something about some stupid business contract that she and Natasha were reading through, and it’s making you grumpy. Every single time you got to hang out with the two lately they have been busy. The two were extremely excited but wouldn’t give you any real details, so you were not only being left in the dark but also neglected. She had you kneeling, widely and comfortably which was generous considering your attitude, but it was doing nothing for your headspace and it just made you even more mischievous.

Your stomach is quietly rumbling, and you know you’re supposed to ask for a snack especially when you’re already actively in a punishment but you don’t want to eat something healthy. Looking around you notice some of the candy that was left over from the movie night, the moment you scoot to the left a hand reaches out and tangles in your hair. With a sharp painful yank, you’re staring directly into the unamused emerald eyes but you just giggle. “You have been pushing every single one of my buttons today, Detka. My work is very important, and I thought you would have been a good girl while your Daddy and I got everything together.”

Her words are tense, and you can tell she’s trying to not start something that will last long, but you just smile innocently up at her. “I am being an angel, Mommy.” The taunt leaves your lips like poison, and you can see your bait taking when Wanda snarls down at you. “Maybe you’re just getting old and can’t keep up anymore, did ya ever think of that?” The infamous head tilt strikes a fear response within you, but you hold strong. “Losing your touch, Wanda?” The name is out of your mouth before your brain can catch up, before your body can start running.

By the time it dawns on you just exactly what you said, the witch’s face is blank. Her grip in your hair is slack, straightening in her seat. She silently turns back to her work, the sound of her keyboard clicking confusing you. What just happened? She was taking the bait, your act was working. You were just about to get what you wanted. Flabbergasted you stand slowly, cautiously as you were still technically being punished, but nothing. A pout forms on your lips as you slowly back away, heading straight to the candy. Again nothing as you pick the box up, and you know that even without her powers she could hear you jiggle the box around. Huffing you walk back to her side, plopping down unceremoniously, and make a huge show of shoving a large handful of the chocolate bites into your mouth.

She barely flinches, her focus entirely on the document she’s working on. You slump down in your spot, the box of candy falling from your grip. Guilt starts to tug at your brain as your actions of the day start sinking in. Did you break a boundary that you weren’t prepared to? Leaning forward you tentatively let your head nudge against Wanda’s thigh, sighing softly when she doesn’t push you away. You nuzzle your nose there, inhaling her scent for a while. She hasn’t pushed you away yet, and she’s letting you find comfort but do you even deserve it? A whine breaks through your lips at the lack of response you’re receiving, and the hot remorseful tears fill your eyes. You knew that you shouldn’t have been a brat. You knew that Mommy didn’t like brats, but you just got so bored and wanted the attention you weren’t receiving. Your hands shake as they hover around her calf, unable to convince yourself to reach out for comfort. Burying your face into the side of her thigh, you try your hardest to control your emotions but the tears are soaking her pants.

The soft hand on your head, rubbing soothing circles, startles you. “Little one, are you done being a brat?” Her voice is calm, and you can see her scarlet mist circling around you. A pathetic nod is her only answer and her magic wraps you up, dragging you onto her lap. “Look at me.” Your head is moving to make eye contact with her, even without the help from her finger. “ Мой красивый ангел, Я люблю тебя. No matter how bratty you get, you are mine. Now, you aren’t getting away with it but I do think those bad thoughts were enough punishment for now; can you agree?” Her eyes are soft, searching yours slowly. A miserable sob leaves your lips as you nod swiftly. Her face softens even more as she pushes you to rest your head on her shoulder.

You sit in her lap for a while, letting her warmth and steady breathing calm you down. “I’ll be here for you, no matter how bratty or sarcastic you get. You always deserve my affection and my comfort, Little One, no matter what. I know you’re bored, and you feel left out, but your Daddy and I are trying our hardest to get a surprise finished. You will know everything when it is time for you to know everything.” You’re nodding, letting your thumb slip into your mouth. The exhaustion of all your emotions begin catching up with you, and your eyes are fluttering shut. “Sleep detka. I’m right here.”

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Kate rolls, skin sticking to the mat as she grumpily pushes herself into a sitting position. Resting her arms on her knees, she stares up at the smirking widow. “Aren’t you a black belt mutt? A master of many different martial art techniques? All I see is an uncoordinated, unfocused, cocky new recruit.” The mocking tone of the older Avenger makes the brunette grumble as she stands, stretching out her tense muscles. Forest green eyes twinkle with excitement as she watches the brunette drop into a fighting pose, walking towards her discarded bag. “How about we up the ante?”

The ginger smirk gets more arrogant as she spins back around to look at the archer. She has a rich purple collar hanging from her finger, a gold name tag with “хозяин’s Little Mutt” engraved on it. “You win, and you get to make the decisions tonight. I win and you have no control for the rest of the day, over anything.”

Natasha smiles at the wild look in Kate’s eyes, the competitive archer bouncing on her toes at the idea of a prize. “You’re on, old lady.” The collar barely falls into the duffle bag when the ginger’s legs are swept out from beneath her, grunting before quickly flipping back onto her feet. “Losing your touch widow? Maybe you should leave the training to the new generation.” The assassin is glaring up at the archer, who is just giggling down at her.

It doesn’t take much more for the two to start slamming into each other. For once Kate is actually holding her own, her entire focus on the competition put up. She feels strong and sharp, her hits land accurately and the young archer even got a few deflections in. The young brunette’s confidence gets higher the longer she believes that she is doing great, and it makes her work harder to try to keep up with the widow.

Natasha lets Kate take control of the spar session, letting her gain confidence in her abilities, but the moment that Steve walks in the ginger slams the brunette onto her back. Without even looking back the older woman stands and starts walking over to the super soldier, “I wouldn’t get up if I were you. You’ll be on your hands and knees for the rest of the day.”

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The warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains wakes you up slowly, a muffled whine tears through your teeth as you stretch. You barely have time to settle back into the plush blankets before Wanda is slipping into the room carrying a tray of food. A bright smile stretches across her face when she notices that you’re awake, “Oh good! I thought I was going to have to deal with a grumpy little one.” Her teasing voice makes you whine, wiggling in your spot as you try to hide your blush.

You relish in the cute giggle you receive, watching as her nose scrunches. She’s setting the tray near your feet, sitting on the bed as she looks over the spread she brought; waffles, fruit, bacon, eggs, apple juice, and coffee. Her face is slightly flushed, hands shaking some as she starts cutting up the waffles.

A wave of guilt from earlier washes over you, a knot forming in your gut. “Mommy..I’m sorry for being bratty all day.” Your voice trembles as you try your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. Wanda finished work, cooked food, and you know she cleaned as she always does all while you napped—even though you had been so disobedient all day. “I know you and Daddy would never do anything to purposefully be rude or disrespectful, and I know that you guys will answer every question I have when it’s time for me to know everything.” Tears well up in your eyes and the knot that formed in your stomach is traveling upwards, making it hard for you to speak.

You watch as she gnaws at her bottom lip, a nervous tick that she picked up from Natasha. She’s staring determinedly at the plate, trying to gather her thoughts as she finishes the task at hand—feeding you.

It doesn’t take too long, but the heavy silence drowns you as you wait for her to turn to you. Her emerald eyes unfocused as she reaches out to hold your hand, soft fingers drawing whimsical shapes along the inside of your wrist. It isn’t often that you see Wanda completely dumbfounded but it confounds you every time it happens. “You know whenever Natasha and I first talked about opening our relationship we thought it was going to be just for a short period of time, just an occasional one night stand that made our time in the bedroom a little less tiring.”

Her lips stretch into a small smile, chuckling to herself as she recalls the past. Wanda is mindlessly pushing around food, poking at different bites. The way she spoke about her relationship with the ginger widow usually made you swoon, absolutely enamored with them, but today it just made you apprehensive. “ Malyshka you were never meant to happen, my love.” She finally turns to look at you, dropping your hand in lue of reaching out to cup your cheek. “When your Daddy and I realized just how much of an impact you were on us, we decided that we could no longer just worry about ourselves. The world is not a kind place, as we all know, but we happen to be in a specific part of the world that is just a bit more callous.”

Her smile is no longer light, or reminiscent, but grim and it pulls on the lump in your throat. “You already know that we set up a plan in case something were to happen to us while we were on a mission.” The statement hangs in the air as it always does whenever the possibility of them not coming back from a mission is brought up. Her thumb catches a tear that rolls down your cheek, “Don’t worry detka this isn’t about that. This is actually something happy, I’m sorry for going down that sad road.”

Wanda had a habit of getting lost in melancholy thoughts, even when she’s being positive. You adored her for it weirdly enough, but right now the fragile state of your heart was apparently making it difficult. “Little one, you coming into my life has changed how I see the world. I no longer am only stuck in the past. The future—our future in my mind is one of the brightest things I’ve ever been a part of, and I just… I need you to be patient with me? I know you feel like I’m acting differently and that I’m too busy for you, but I need you to know that at the end of the day everything I do is for you. I promised Nat that I would keep our little secret under wraps but it will be amazing that much I can guarantee.” Her face is bright red, and she is refusing to meet your gaze.

Her rant lingers between the two of you, but before you can really form an opinion and response the witch is turning and feeding you small bites of the breakfast.

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Natasha groans a bit as she stretches, pleased to finally have her feet up. Training not just for herself anymore tires her quicker than she’s used to, but the new generation needs a lot of work. She watches as the young avengers and agents file into the room, a smirk plastered on her face as she watches their shocked expressions get even more wild as they find their co-leader. Kate is on her hands and knees, collar snug around her neck, acting as a footrest for the widow. Peter is sitting next to Kate, trying to make her feel a bit better since this is the first time the Young Avengers will be seeing her in such a position.

The younger agents and heroes all have a faint blush along their faces as they try not to stare, but Kate’s entire torso is bright red as she glares at the floor in front of her. How could she lose? The archer rolls her eyes at herself as she realizes that she played directly into the older ginger’s plan of getting overly confident. The brunette is pouting as Tony begins to talk, explaining the new process and what will be happening now that the young recruits are officially training and preparing for missions. With Peter and Kate being the only two who have spent time with the OG Avengers, the rest of the team buzzed with excitement especially when the infamous Nick Fury stepped up to speak to the group.

With all eyes now on Fury, Natasha decides now is the best time to jump into action. Pushing Kate’s head down, forcing her forehead to the cold titles, the widow smirks at the curve to the younger girl’s back. Setting her feet on the floor the widow leans down close to the archer, “Just be lucky that your little team doesn’t have to see you stripped down for me. I know that little needy pussy is dripping already, my pathetic mutt likes the humiliation don’t you?” The ginger’s voice is sharp, coming out as a hiss; her lips moving against the younger girl’s ear.

Swallowing down the whimper that threatens to tumbles from her throat, Kate’s wide eyes flicker around trying to gauge the attention that she has. Only a couple people, all lower level agents, are focused on her. Her breathy response “Yes, хозяин” makes the widow laugh as she taps her foot onto the ground, clearing her throat as an indication of what she wants.

A faint hiss falls from Kate’s mouth the moment her covered center makes contact with Natasha’s cool leather boots. Even with the layer of clothes, a small streak of wetness is left apparent on the widow’s shoe. Peter adverts his eyes almost immediately, trying to not choke on his surprise. It isn’t the first time he’s seen someone do something like this, but it’s the first time his best friend has done it in front of him.

The archer is grinding down on the boot before she’s even told, hips moving subtly but effectively. Pulling her lip between her teeth, a feeble attempt at being quiet. “Look at my good little mutt. Your training is coming along nicely.” The praise runs deep in Kate, making her wiggle in her spot. A choked back moan tumbles from her lips when her throbbing clit rubs against the rough lip of the boot’s outsole.

“Look at your team—“ Kate’s head is forced up by the rough fingers tangling in her hair, nervous eyes scanning across her recruits as they all pointedly look away from her kneeling form. “Even after prepping them for this, you found some of the most innocent college kids I’ve ever met.” The chuckle that leaves her lips sends a shiver down Kate’s spine, causing her hips to rut more aggressively. “Don’t worry, I know with a nasty little bitch like you it won’t be long until your entire team is just used to you being my whore as everyone else.”

The widow watches as the young brunette’s hips start to lose their rhythm. Scoffing at her, Natasha slips her foot out from under Kate causing her to lose her balance. A deep flush of embarrassment covers the archer’s body as everyone’s heads whip around to look at her. The older Avengers all just easily move on with their lives but the newest recruits all struggle to bring their attention back to the director.

Natasha ignores the look that Fury shoots at her, instead choosing to focus on Kate who is now panting and squirming around. The widow even decides to ignore him as he begins to talk to her, whispering praise against the raven hair instead. ‘Romanoff, I’m starting to agree with your little girlfriend. The stray is always out of control.” His voice bellows out, looming in the air, heavy against Kate's ears and it drags a feeling of dread through her body.

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A muted sigh leaves Wanda’s lips as she watches you from across the kitchen, licking at the spoon of brownie batter she gave you. The entire day has been weird, but the few thoughts she’s heard from you let her know that it’s all in her own head. She knows you’re still nervous, scared to do anything wrong, but that was the usual case any time you got in trouble.

Spinning around in a quick circle you look for Wanda, eyes gleaming when you finally see her leaning against the doorway. “The batter is yummy Mommy!” Holding the empty spoon out towards the witch prompts her to finally cross the room, pushing into your personal space until your back is against the counter. The squeak that tumbles from your lips makes her chuckle, her gaze stuck to your mouth as she reaches up to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip.

You giggle up at her as she just stares at you, an awe stricken look written all over her face. Rushing to wrap your mouth around her thumb, letting your tongue lick at the drops of batter there, you can’t help but squirm as you watch her eyes darken. A bright smile stretches your lips around her thumb, and there’s an unexplainable lightness as the two of you just exist together. You reach up, letting both of your hands wrap around her wrist, as she helps you slide up to settle on the counter.

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, watching you wiggle on the cold marble. Her other hand is rubbing against your hip bone, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she struggles to say what is on her mind. “Detka you… I..” Wanda lets her forehead rest against yours, eyes slipping closed as she chuckles, a breathy light sound that has you giggling along with it. “Mo-Mommy’s precious Little One.” A gentle kiss on the tip of your nose draws another chortle from you, nuzzling into her palm as you feel your body fill with a fuzzy warmth. The soft streams of sunlight bounces against the sparkling jade of Wanda’s eyes, a sight you can’t help but admire.

She’s invading your space, forcing you onto your back as she climbs onto the counter. Struggling to breathe as she kisses up your body, rushed and mumbled mantra “m-mine” spoken against your skin like a flame. Her movements are strategic, slow and precise, drawing ragged gasps from you as the anticipation causes your heart to stutter.

The world around you completely slows down and you know your heart just had to have stopped the moment that the witch’s eyes are looking down into yours. She’s smiling bashfully as her eyes cloud with emotions. Your entire head empties, almost as though someone opened the floodgate on your thoughts letting them fall out onto the floor. Goosebumps spread across your whole body, sending little shakes throughout your nerves but you don’t pay any attention to them–too focused on the Sokovian.

Nothing else mattered anymore as Wanda hovered over you, her bronze hair surrounded the two of you. Unable to blink, scared to even miss a single moment of her attention on you. When her lips meet yours, a passion behind them that she saved just for you and Natasha, she pulls a whimper from you. The way her body molds into yours and her lips move with such sensual vigor leaves you melting into the counter, helpless to the witch. It’s second nature, your body reacting to her, as though you were made for her.

She had to know what her kisses did to you, the way her tongue glides along your bottom lip leaves you breathless. Giving just enough to keep you wrapped up in her, but never enough to leave you with an air of arrogant confidence. She never truly asks for what she wants, but leaves you begging for her to force her way into your mouth. The tender grip on your jaw surrenders you helpless as she keeps you right where she wants you. Everything she ever does commands respect, and at the very core of it—your submission.

Intoxication is the only way you can explain it, your mind swirls and blurs the moment her lips graze against you. Whenever her thoughts and actions landed on you, enthrallment bubbled within, leaving you giddy and eager for more. When her hands map out your skin, claiming it as her own, she leaves wildfires in their wake. Burning her mark into you and ruining you for any one who dares to come after her. .

You weren’t sure how long you were laid up on the counter, Wanda groping at your body always left you fuzzy, but it was both of your phones buzzing loudly that broke the two of you apart. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away from you, your foggy brain trying to catch up with what was happening. Sprawled out underneath her, you attempt to catch your breath as she towers over you on her knees. A deep, mocking chuckle shoots shivers down our spine as she reads the text you both received.

Her sharp manicured nails scratch at your torso as she flips the phone around to show you the pictures that were sent into the group chat. “Looks like your stray lost a bet, detka.” You’re trying your best to focus on the screen but Wanda’s hips have begun to grind down onto you.

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The last of the young agents and recruits leave, following Peter out of the conference room, by the time that Natasha has dragged Kate on top of the table. She ignores the grumbles of Steve, rolling her eyes as he complains about getting behind on mission reports. “If you don’t want to see the show all you have to do is walk out, Flag Boy.” She darkly chuckles as she watches the archer settle as best as she can on her knees, squirming against the solid marble. The widow climbs fully onto the table, kicking off random objects as she walks slowly across it.

Kate’s head is tilted down, knees spread as she sits as pretty as possible for the widow. The feeling of cold metal tapping against her chin forces her gaze up, tipping her head back until it’s uncomfortable. The ginger sees a flash of fear in the younger girl’s eyes, “Oh you’ve never played with this before. Well I wouldn’t worry, mutts like you always love playing with a good stick.” Natasha’s sole roughly connects with the brunette’s clavicle, sending her sprawling onto her back.

Natasha watches foggy navy eyes dart back and forth, a futile attempt to stay alert. Someone behind them moves, sending a scraping sound echoing through the hushed room. Kate flinches and the Russian’s eyes narrow taking in the reaction, but the archer’s jaw is slack and nonsensical pleading falling from her lips sparks action. Letting the end of her baton trace the young Avenger’s bottom lip as she tries to get up, propped on her elbows with wide clouded eyes. “Don’t pay those stupid boys any attention, моя маленькая сучка. All of your focus should be on me, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth just a bit more.”

Kate blinks up at the ginger, confusion flooding her system and drowning out any uncertainty. Why was she being so nice, is this not part of the scene? Her hesitation, though only a few seconds, irritates the assassin. The archer’s heart stutters when the end of the baton is shoved past her teeth, scraping roughly against her tongue. Boots kick open her legs as Natasha steps in between, before one settles on her stomach pushing her to lay flush against the cool table. “Relax little mutt.” The muttered reassurance only loud enough to reach the young girl’s ears as the pressure on her stomach gets more intense. “Get your хозяин baton all wet, even though I know there’s no real need. Your pathetic pussy doesn’t need any help, soaking through your flimsy leggings. I haven’t even begun to fuck you and yet you’re making such a mess.”

The more Natasha talks she can see the cloudy look return in Kate’s navy eyes, and the tension leaves her body. “Why don’t you be a good bitch, go ahead and strip for me.” The archer starts trying to get up but the ginger doesn’t take her baton out of her mouth, only pushes it further into her mouth. “Nuh uh, I said be good. Show off your training, a good mutt doesn’t drop their stick.” Taking her boot off of the younger girl’s stomach, amused green eyes watch as she struggles to get her clothes off.

When Kate finally spreads her legs, free of confinement, there’s a collective soft gasp when the room sees just how wet she is. Pulling the baton out of the brunette’s mouth to give her a brief moment of relief but her hips jerk when metal rubs against her inner thigh. “Awww it looks like we have a bit of an issue.” Natasha kneels between her open legs, swiping her thumb across her clit. A pathetic whimper escapes the acher’s mouth, against her own will, and the mocking laughter that follows makes her entire body flush. “It looks like I forgot to bring your favorite strap, oh no! What ever should we do?”

She’s speaking, the derisive tone, not only to Kate but to the entire room. Unhappy about a specific presence, but ready to show off just a little, Natasha slips two fingers easily into the brunette. “How cute, such a needy little cunt. You don’t even need any prep.” Pumping her fingers, watching with a cheeky grin as she sneaks a third finger into the mix. “It’s like you want to be used in front of all your heroes. Spread so they can see your dripping pussy sucking in my fingers, begging to be filled by something else.”

Anyone in the room could see the struggle on the CEO’s face as she tries to silence her moans, but the filthy sounds of Natasha’s fingers fucking into her is a clear giveaway. “It’s so cute that you think an adorable little slut like you can stay quiet, what if i just…” Roughly yanking her fingers out, her eyes get stuck on how Kate’s hole gapes. A pitiful whimper accompanies the archer’s hips jerking up, trying to chase after the widow’s fingers.

Natasha chuckles, a deep and voluptuous sound, as she brings the wet digits to Maria’s mouth. Her emerald eyes stay on the archer’s reaction, watching as she clenches around nothing and squirms at Hill’s appreciative hum. As the commander mumbles out some praise and thanks, the Russian lets the tip of her baton tap against Kate’s prominent clit.

Leaning down to cup the brunette's jaw, hanging open as she tries to catch her breath, Natasha smiles widely before spitting directly into her mouth. A small drop runs down Kate’s chin, “Such a messy mutt.” Letting her thumb pop into the CEO’s mouth to distract her just enough that when the ginger slips the tip of the baton into her it draws a squeak. “Stop squirming slut, wouldn’t want me to slip and accidentally electrocute you or would you?” Panicked moaning is muffled by the thumb still in Kate’s mouth, pushing further the more noise she makes.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet the young Avenger is with each rough thrust of the baton, even with her mouth filled her moans are echoing throughout the room. “I bet you like all the eyes on you, don’t you?” Natasha’s question is met with muted yes, but it isn’t good enough for her. Dragging her thumb out of her mouth and swiping a knife from the table, Kate barely has enough time to gasp before she feels the sharp blade against her neck. “I taught you enough tricks to know you know how to speak, bitch.”

Choking back a sob, the archer scrambles to answer. “I do! I love everyone watching me.” Her voice is strained, trying to avoid the way the knife pricks her skin as it leaves small cuts across her throat. “Пожалуйста хозяин.” Cobalt eyes darting around, looking for someone to help but all the other Avengers are just enjoying the show.

The edge of the blade trails down her torso, leaving bright red lines. Crimson leaking down her ribcage, a cough gets the widow’s attention. Head whipping around, but her thrusting never stops, as she makes eye contact with one of her best friends. “I don’t see you complaining anymore Stars, your pole is pretty tall right now.” Natasha rolls her eyes, a disgusted groan falling from her lips as she watches Steve flush in embarrassment.

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Her magic is gentle as it tightens around you, lifting you into the air forcing you to follow behind the witch. Settling into the soft cushions of the couch makes you feel at ease, gazing up at your Sokovian as she mutters something under her breath. Her crimson eyes are scanning down your body, the mystical mist swirling around you two as she finishes what you realize is a spell.

By the time she finally makes eye contact with you the forest green you adore is back, and you smile cheekily up at her. Wanda turns on the television, before settling behind you in the corner of the large couch. You’re dragged flush against her and you shiver as her breath hits your ear. “Look at the screen Detka.” Displayed on the screen is the groupchat where Natasha has FRIDAY sending you live updates of the meeting that she was in, but instead of boring notes you notice different videos and pictures of Kate. She’s in flimsy clothes and before you know it she’s on table getting played with.

You aren’t even aware of how audible the whines coming from deep within your throat are, entirely too focused on the grumpy feeling of being left out. Cold hands slip under your shirt causing you to flinch, but the witch is rubbing comforting circles on your soft stomach. “Now Little One, settle down and Mommy will help you.” Her nails are dragging slowly and softly across your torso, tickling slightly. It’s light and usually it wouldn’t do that much for you, but your body is reacting a lot and it causes your head to swim. “You’re already so squirmy, Toy. What’s got you so worked up?” Her voice is entirely too sweet, but your brain is already so fuzzy.

Eyelids heavy and your jaw slack as you just whimper pitifully. Trying to shove your face into her neck but her free hand grips your jaw, squishing your face as she forces you to look at the television again. She drags her nails up, giggling as your hips jerk the closer she gets to your breasts. Scratching across a strained nipple, Wanda chuckles as you whine and gasp freely but awkwardly with your scrunched up mouth. Palming at your other neglected breast, and purposely letting her arm rub against the breast she just abandoned, the brunette nips at your shoulder. “Do you want to know a secret?”

She’s moving your head, forcing you to nod but praising you nonetheless. Her hand is traveling back down your body now but you can feel her magic now, vibrating against you as it gains power and grows. The fire that Wanda leaves whenever she touches you burns, bright and everlasting, but the way her magic sets your entire body ablaze was unmatched. Nothing felt better and it always immediately left you needy.

Her hand is slipping into your pants, glad to have dressed you in loose clothing. She’s letting her fingers press into you as she purposefully moves flamboyantly inside the baggy sweats. The heat radiating from your dripping cunt can be felt even through your panties, useless as they were now ruined. Dragging her nail across the waistband of your cute purple underwear, courtesy of Kate, she uses her grip on your chin to turn your head some. Licking a stripe up your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple as she smiles widely against you. “I can’t take all the credit for how drenched you are, Мой красивый ангел.” Her eyes flick towards the television, chuckling as she watches Natasha thrust the baton into the archer. It’s wet and filthy, even without the audio you can see the way the younger brunette is dripping onto the table.

Your fuzzy mind struggles to comprehend her words, eyebrows scrunching as you try to shake your head free. The witch just tuts, humming at your measly attempt at breaking out of her grip. “Mommy…please” Your plea is jumbled, distorted by how she’s squishing your cheeks up and leaving your mouth hanging open. Drool has started falling from your lips, leaving wet marks all over your shirt.

Even though she hasn’t touched you, you can feel the coil in your stomach is tight. The warmth in your belly is steadily rising, spreading through your body. She’s pressing against your pelvis now, letting her fingers leave impressions as she plays with your reactions. “Moooommy pleaseee” Her voice taunts you, a high pitched fake whine falling from her overly pouty lips.

Cloudy unfocused eyes try their hardest to search the room for anything that would give you an idea to help you persuade her to touch you, but all you see is the scarlet mist starting to settle across the entire couch. Tapping against your squishy cheek is your only warning as Wanda shoves your face back towards the screen, “Don’t worry little one, your Daddy will take care of you. Mommy is just here to make sure everything goes as planned.”

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Watching as Kate’s body stretches to take the baton makes Natasha chuckle, but each time someone moves the archer’s muscles tense. “Still paying so much attention to those around you, little bitch? When you should be completely and fully focused on me?” Snarling down at her, the widow moves her beloved weapon faster. “I know you’re close, and I know deep down you’re already ready to beg me to cum but my sweet naive little mutt won’t be asking me. You like everyone else’s eyes on you so much so go ahead and ask them.”

Kate’s eyes widen, body flailing a bit but the sting of the blade piercing her collarbone makes her freeze. “Хозяин, please I’ll be good.” Her body is obviously betraying her as her thighs start shaking, and broken whimpers falling from her lips as she babbles incoherently. Forest eyes blink, slowly and intently, listening to the mumbled words.

The ginger just hovers above her, leaning heavier and heavier against her collarbone. A smug, entirely too wide smile stretches Natasha’s face. Letting the knife clatter as she drops it onto the table, the assassin leans up onto her knees before pulling the dripping wet baton out of the younger girl. “Knees now.” The command is muttered, barely audible as she waits for the brunette to shakily pull herself up. Tangling the raven hair into her fist yanking her head back until all the room could see her tear stained face, flushed as her entire body heaves trying to regain composure.

An absolutely filthy moan tears through Kate’s throat when the widow lightly taps the baton against her clit, a small shock of electricity shooting through her body. Her entire body lurches forward, almost tumbling face first into the table but the fingers tangled in her hair keep her up on her knees. “Show off that pretty face, mutt. They all want to see it.” The baton slips a bit as Natasha tries to push it back into the archer, leaving the girl shaking in anticipation. Letting the cool metal slide through the wetness, dragging ragged breaths from the brunette before pushing the baton back into her.

Not letting her have a moment to re-adjust, Natasha puts her entire body into rutting the weapon into Kate immediately dragging her back dangling over the edge. The pace is brutal, but it drains all of the archer’s thoughts and pulls her back under the fog. Her ocean eyes glaze over as she lets her body sway and jerk along with the widow. “Be a good slut and ask these nice people if you can come for them.” The widow’s mouth grazes against her ear, relishing in the trembles that wrack the brunette’s body.

It takes a few minutes and a few different tries as Kate sobs her way through asking each Avenger and agent in the room, struggling through moans. Natasha mostly just gives silent praise with each person that she gets through until she sees Carol sitting forward, a muted excitement as she waits for her turn.

A cold glare goes ignored as the captain’s entire focus is on Kate, so when it’s her turn the widow yanks the archer’s head up painfully–cutting off her words. “Now now Little Mutt, you wouldn’t wanna do something to make me mad at this point of time; would you?” The tone of her voice makes the brunette babble, sobbing out apologies and promises to skip the Kree hybrid. Once Natasha is satisfied and her counterpart has continued asking permission to the last bit of the group, the ginger focuses on pushing her farther over the edge.

Rough and scratchy voice almost completely pulls Kate from her warm fuzzy mindset, drying her eyes almost immediately as she fights against her instincts. The way her handler is fucking into her distracts her just enough, but as the older agent speaks the nerves near the base of her neck sends pain running along her body. He’s toying with her, acting like he isn’t sure if she should be allowed to cum. Everyone else is loving it, eating up his confidence to mess with Romanoff’s property, but only the ginger sees the internal battle that the young Avenger is having.

“Enough. You’ve lost your privilege, such a pathetic excuse of a man can’t even make up his mind.” She’s pulling Kate up, letting her adjust so that she’s comfortably laying back against her torso. The widow has her hand wrapped tightly around her throat as she thrusts the baton, roughly and as best as she can at such an awkward angle. “Ignore the rest of them little mutt. You can cum, you’re going to cum. Just for me now.” It doesn’t take much more, just the whispering against the raven haired girl’s ear to let her fall beneath that foggy wave in her head. “Cum for your хозяин. Be my good girl and cum for me.”

It’s all too much, all too quick, as Kate’s brain starts drowning underneath the weight of her own thoughts. Her brain is fighting against the warmth and the mist that Natasha is trying to settle her into, and it’s frustrating as her body hasn’t quite caught up to her thoughts. She earned this orgasm but she won’t be able to enjoy it if her brain won’t shut off. Unsure of when a steady stream of tears started flowing down her cheeks, Kate wasn’t even sure of her own feelings and couldn’t sort her own brain out.

She knew that her body was nearing the end of its ability to fight off the impending orgasm, and she wanted it more than anything–no she needed it this time. Through the war in her brain the archer doesn’t even realize that her body is shaking, cumming around the baton. She doesn’t even register that she's babbling out thank yous, or slouched bonelessly against Natasha. Kate doesn’t even take note of the praise, only coming back to the present when the widow’s baton leaves a searing line along her torso.

Her eyes finally focus as she takes in the now empty room, abs still twitching from the shocks from the baton. “There’s my mutt, I thought you would be stuck in your head forever.” The widow’s voice is quiet, mumbling against her shoulder where she is looking down at her body. Slowing trailing the cum covered baton across her thighs. “You did so good for me today, but your brain went somewhere.” Blue electricity snaps as it travels along the baton, nipping at Kate’s thighs in bursts of pain. Strings of cum acting as the perfect conductor to supercharge the strikes, the pain sending the archer deeper into the fog she was searching for earlier.

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Your legs were spread open, Wanda’s overlapping them to keep you as still as possible. Her arm was wrapped around your torso and her free hand was tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to leave your pulsepoint open. “You're so pretty when you’re desperate. Such a miserable little toy when no one is around to play with you. Isn’t that right?” Her voice is muffled against your jaw, where her teeth are nipping at the thin stretched skin.

All of your senses are overwhelmed, the crimson smog has infiltrated your entire body and everything is just obscenely sensitive. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch the way Kate is being fucked, Natasha smug as ever; but you can feel it. Every single movement and thrust, it’s like your Daddy is right there between your legs. It’s not enough though, and Wanda knows this. Her magic leaves you wanting more, leaving you just out of reach of what you really want.

Helpless as she holds you tight, you can feel her hardened nipples against your back and it makes you entirely too aware of the effect this is having on her. The more you wiggle against her, your butt snug against her covered center, the more she lets out feebly concealed groans but you both can feel her wetness soaking through the layers between you.

You can feel the way Natasha is dangling Kate over the edge, the way her muscles are tight and shaky with anticipation. It isn’t enough. It’s never enough. When you feel Wanda laugh behind you, stroking at your stomach in mock comfort, you can’t help the pathetic whine that tumbles from your lips. The grip in your hair tightens when you try to look at her, only getting a flash of the ruby eyes you’re forbidden from looking into. Slipping under the waistband of your sweats, the hand that tried to comfort you teases at your neglected clit; easing under your panties.

Begging comes easy when she swipes past the place you need most, rubbing at the spot where your thigh starts. You aren’t entirely sure what words are comprehensible, but your mouth can’t catch up to your brain. No words could truly get across what you felt, your body only feeling the ghosts of actions happening a state away short circuiting your thoughts. Seemingly Wanda takes mercy on you, letting her palm settle on your clit and two fingers to dip into you.

She doesn’t move, not even an inch after she settles her hand comfortably. “I said I would help, but that doesn’t mean I will be doing all the work. Show Mommy how much you want to cum.” Your hips are moving before she even finishes her words, grinding down onto her. Your eyes roll back, relief flooding your system as you finally feel something real.

Intoxication, once again, is the only way you can describe it. The way she reels you in, and lets the line out, is deliberate and smart. Leaving you hanging until you are delirious with need, a pliable toy for her to play with. She builds you up, fanning the fire that grows with each push and pull. It’s slow and leaves you completely at her mercy, brain completely flooded with thoughts of only Wanda–just as she likes and just as she knows only she can.

It doesn’t take much, your neglected clit grinding against the calloused heel of her hand and your cunt trying to suck in her fingers with a dire need. You can just make out Kate desperately clawing at Natasha, a sure sign that she’s about to fall over the edge. You feel her orgasm building before your own, too focused on knowing what she is feeling that when your own coil shatters it’s a mindblowing surprise. The intense fire ripples out over your body, washing you in a heat that over takes your entire body as it shakes and shudders.

Relishing in the high as you float along the overwhelming bliss it’s a complete ambush when Wanda’s hand slaps down on your pussy, sending a searing pain through your body. Startling you and effectively ending your orgasm early, the beginnings of a tantrum are on the tip of your tongue when you feel the ghost of Kate’s coil shattering. Causing an intense empty feeling, as your brain reacts to something that your body can no longer feel and you roll around in between the witch’s legs miserably.

An unamused look is the only response you receive as she watches you, waiting for you to realize that you won’t be getting any sympathy from her. Settling for your best doe eyed look and cute pouty lip, you gaze up at Wanda. “Don’t give me that look, Malyshka. You’re lucky a ruined orgasm is all you get for how bratty you were earlier.” The tilt of her head silences your arguments, though you know that she hears them when she raises an eyebrow at you.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda switches the television to some random animated movie with a flick of her wrist. “You did very good, Little One, but you did need to be punished. I told you that those bad thoughts you had were punishment enough for the time being, but that time expired and you needed to be reminded of your place.” Her tone was soft, but reprimanding and it made you shrink in on yourself. You knew your training and you knew what your role was in this dynamic, and while the others found amusement in your brattiness you knew that Wanda had trained you better than that. “My prized toy, this was just a bump in the road. I know we have had a few of those recently, but everything is a learning curve.”

Nodding your head as you listen, you move around so that you can curl up on her lap. Wanting to find more comfort you shove your face into her neck, sucking on the muscle in her neck as you listen. Enjoying the way it vibrates, an extra thing to ground you, as she continues to talk. She’s deterred from her explanation, knowing there was no reason to spend too long berating you after your talk earlier as well. Instead she’s talking about her day and the random things that you have missed from your time apart. The two of you see each other most days of the week, but sometimes your schedules just don’t mix well or other plans get in the way so you always enjoyed hearing about the small details of what you may have missed.

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You’re half asleep curled up in the huge bed, the sounds of rain tapping against the window of the master bedroom in the penthouse when Kate starts sitting up. Shoving your face into the pillow she abandons, you try to keep your eyes closed for as long as possible but the moment she’s poking at you that idea goes out the window. “Have…you ever thought about like.. the future?”

Rubbing at your eyes, you push yourself up to lean against her. Reaching out to grab her hands, tangling your fingers together so that she can’t tug at the loose thread on the blanket anymore. The silence wrapped around the two of you like a heavy blanket, and even though you wanted to stay awake you could feel sleep creeping back into your head. Clearing your throat, “Our future?”

You watch as Kate’s eyes twitch, uncertainty filling her features but she stays silent. The midnight blue cloudy with sleep and fear. Tracing patterns along her arm, giving yourself some time to wake up as much as possible and put some thoughts together. “My love..” Your hand is reaching up before you realize, tilting her chin down to look at you. “I’m not going to lie. Thoughts about the general future are.. Not really in my vision right now. Most of my energy is going into finishing school and getting a raise at work.” You watch your girlfriend’s throat bob, swallowing down whatever emotion she’s feeling. “But you… you’re always right there. Nothing makes sense, all my thoughts are all over the place and I feel like I’m constantly drowning; but Kate you’re the only thing that never wavers.”

“What…what about Wanda and Natasha?” The question lingers in the air. Your mouth opening and closing, your brain unable to wrap itself around the weight of the insinuation behind such a simple sentence. The past four years should be enough to show where you stood in their lives, but you were never one to have confidence in history.

The clock ticks, steady, as you struggle to answer. The heavy thoughts from a few days ago are still fresh in your mind, an unhealthy habit that you never truly broke free of. No matter the words spoken to you, or sent to you since then, you can’t shake the feelings deep rooted within you. The longer the two of you sit there in silence, the faster the warmth from the comforter escapes causing you to shiver in the cold of the night. Kate is pulling you back down onto the bed, letting you curl into her.

Sharing a lazy, sleep heavy kiss makes your heart stutter. Pulling away to see her dark eyes, illuminated in the moonlight that leaks into the room behind the curtain. Breathless as you blush furiously under her attention, her eyes spoke of all the love she held for you and the devotion was overwhelming the longer you got lost in the sparkling navy. Finally looking away you let your head fall against her chest, listening to her heart beat; smiling at the slightly too fast thumps.

There in the silence, wrapped in the safety of the love of your life’s arms, you say the words you never dared utter out loud before. “I’m whatever they want me to be..that’s..the only thing I ever truly know of them.”

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All That Matters

Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)

Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have known each other their whole lives. With a new alliance forming between the Autumn Court and the Night Court, their hatred towards each other will be challenged as they are forced to grow closer.

Word Count: 6,445

Warning: Swearing

A/N: request by anonymous: “Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly (kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies to lovers” I love these characters so much! I might make another story with them… something like romeo and juliet maybe??

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The last time my father wanted to see me in his office was when I was being sent away to boarding school. I’m not as naive as I was back then, but I know that whatever he has to tell me, I will have little to no say in. That's how it’s always been and always will be.

Being the only daughter to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, I’m widely considered a spoiled brat who gets everything she asks for, which isn’t necessarily false. But people don’t realize, or don’t even want to realize, that every decision is made for me. What I wear, what I eat, how I talk, how much I talk, what events I go to and who I’m allowed to be seen with.

My older brother is the heir, the golden child, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants without anyone questioning anything. It pisses me off and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, emphasis on try, then push open the office door. My father has an unreadable expression on his face as he tells me to take a seat.

“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?”

He’s stalling

“Good morning father, it was alright.”

I take note of his stiff posture, the stacks of documents on his desk and the mountain of crumpled pieces of paper in the garbage can. This can’t be good.

“As you know, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of our people here in Autumn and sometimes that responsibility falls onto you. Alliances are an important part in ensuring our people are safe, especially in times of war.

“I’ve spoken with my advisers on this matter, but the final decision is mine to make and I’ve decided an alliance with the Night Court is in our best interest.”

I’m not quite sure what any of this has to do with me and my confusion must show on my face because my father elaborates.

“Rhysand, Feyre and I have come to an agreement that you will marry their son Nyx, before the week is out.”

“W-what? Father, you can’t be serious.” This has to be a joke, there is no way he’s actually suggesting I marry that Night Court piece of shit.

Nyx is slightly older than I am, meaning we’ve seen each other at almost every event for our entire lives. He’s never been nice to me, not once. Even when we were really little he was a bully, the type of kid to ‘fall’ off the swing set and then go crying to mommy blaming you for it.

As an adult he’s not any better, walking around like he’s better than everyone and has girls practically falling at his feet when he just looks at them. I don’t blame them though, when you look in his eyes it’s like you’re deep diving in the ocean and will never run out of air. I’ve never seen anything like it and if he ever looked at me the way he does some of them, I don’t even know what I would do.

But he only looks at me with eyes of disgust and hatred, which is fine by me, the feeling is mutual. He might be the most attractive male I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And now I’m marrying him.

“I know it’s out of the blue and a little rushed, but this has to be done, it’s already been decided.”

Right. It’s not like I’m gonna be spending the rest of my immortal life with him, so why does it matter what I think?

“Nyx is okay with this?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You will be moving to the Night Court with him and when Rhysand and Feyre pass on, you will be expected to rule alongside Nyx and produce an heir.”

There’s nothing I can say or do that will make any of this better, so I just put my head down and shut up. I can, and will, cry my eyes out later.

“Yes, father.”

“Perfect. Now, go and enjoy your day, the weather looks lovely.”

This day is going to be anything but enjoyable. As I make my way back up to my room I pass a couple members of our staff, they must be able to tell that I wish to be left alone because they don’t even make eye contact with me. I’m appreciative of that, I don’t think I could handle sympathy looks right now.

Closing and locking my door behind me, I collapse on the ground and let my tears fall, holding my hand over my mouth to control the noise. I sit like this for hours, at least it feels like hours, and when my tears have finally dried up, I head over to my bathroom. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, turn the faucet on and start to undress.

Normally, a bath with my favorite soaps will soothe me, but this time it does absolutely nothing. I wait for my fingertips to prune to get out of the tub, then change into my nightgown and head to bed; I just need this day to be over.

“You look lovely, dear.” My stylist asks me to twirl so they can view my whole look. I have to admit, I do look lovely, but none of that matters right now, today is the day where I lose whatever remains of my freedom.

“Can I have a minute with my sister?” My brother slips into the room and I give a small nod to my staff.

“Did you know?” I’ve been curious about this since my father told me, he always talks to my brother first.

“I did.” He looks down, ashamed. “Nyx is a good male, he won’t harm you.”

“You can’t possibly promise me that.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.

“You are my favorite sister, if he even pulls a hair out from your head I will knock a few of his teeth out.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister and you won’t even be living with me anymore, how will you know if he harms me?”

He cracks a smile and releases my hands. “I have my ways dear sis, I have my ways. If you need to, look at me in the audience, I’ll be in the front row.” He winks and walks back out the door, which is soon opened again by a staff member.

“It’s time, my lady.”

I’m handed a bouquet and suddenly I’m walking towards the altar on a flowered path. I round the corner and I feel about 1,000 pairs of eyes on me so I look down and focus on not falling. I make the mistake of looking up and see Nyx standing there waiting for me. His eyes run over my body and I swear there was a smile on his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a blank stare when we make eye contact.

He extends a hand to help me up the small staircase while a member of my ‘bridal party’ takes my bouquet and fixes my dress. I’m mad at myself for the way my heart beats faster because I know it’s just an act for him to appear like a gentleman. I stare down at our joined hands and zone out for a while until I hear Nyx’s deep voice say “I do.” My eyes jump up to meet his and I realize everyone is waiting for me.

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Fuck. I forgot about this part. Nyx pulls me close and presses his lips to mine. I try not to think about how soft they are or how long this is lasting, but it’s pretty damn hard to do that as his hand moves to the back of my neck and presses me closer.

Is this all for show too?

When he finally pulls away and faces us towards the audience, my eyes search out my brother. He’s watching me with somewhat of a proud expression. I notice Nyx’s family -my new family- looking at us with watchful eyes, that’s not surprising based on the little knowledge I have of these people. I’m surprised Rhysand agreed to this if I’m being honest. The Autumn and Night Courts have never gotten along, but once my grandfather died of ‘natural causes’, Rhysand and my dad became friendly with each other.

Nyx walks me back down the aisle without dropping my hand and then we head off to my new home, the Night Court.

It takes longer than I thought it would to get there, but it might have just been because it was dead silent the whole time. I thought that we would be living in the same house as the rest of Nyx’s family, but apparently we have our own place. Maybe it will be better this way, maybe this will give Nyx and I time to get along.

On the outside it looks like just a small cottage nestled into the mountains, but the inside is incredibly spacious and already filled with everything we will need. Newly renovated kitchen and bathroom, a cozy living room, an office and a bedroom with a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. A bedroom. Singular.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announces while walking past me into the bathroom. Well, that settles that I guess. I change out of my uncomfortable dress and into a large sweater and leggings, then begin to unpack my things. When Nyx re-emerges from the bathroom he has changed as well, trading his tuxedo for a simple cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. I meet him in the hallway and start to ask about what’s next, but he doesn’t let me.

“I don’t care what you do, so long as it doesn’t involve me. I will be gone all day and only return for sleep to appease my parents. Do whatever you want.” He walks out the front door and flys away. Isn’t your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life?

I noticed multiple bookshelves when we first arrived, but I didn’t get the chance to see what books were on it. I find one that looks good and sit down on the couch to begin reading.

I didn’t notice the sky getting dark, but as I finish my book my stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since this morning. I go into the kitchen and find a can of chicken noodle soup in one of the cupboards. I grab a pot and start to warm it up. Once it’s at a good temperature, I grab a bowl to pour it in and sit down at the table to eat.

Just as I get up to wash my bowl, Nyx marches through the door. He walks right past me into the bathroom without even a glance. When he comes back out, he plops down on the couch. I sigh and start to get ready for bed. Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be like?

Three days. The same routine for three more days. It’s been almost a full week since our wedding and he’s completely avoiding me.

It’s around dusk when a loud knock sounds at my front door. I mark my place in my book and open the door to find my brother standing there.

“Hey! What are you-“

“Where is he?” He pushes right past me into the house.

“Nyx? He’s. He’s um.”

“You don’t know, do you?” He spins around to face me and I shake my head in embarrassment. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Three days.”

“That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? The fucking king?” He starts to pace around the room and keeps spitting out insults about Nyx.

“Why are you here, brother?” I ask to stop him.

“I told you I’d be checking up on you, I’ve been seeing you doing the same thing everyday. That male has no right to keep you here locked up while he goes out doing mother knows what!”

He’s right. I know he’s right, but why do I feel this urge of protectiveness towards Nyx? He’s probably just busy, right? He’s the heir so he has a bunch of important things to be doing. But all day?

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find him and put an end to this.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s storming out the door and slamming it behind him.

It’s not until I’m about to go to bed that I hear the front door open. I sit on the bed and listen for footsteps. They stop outside the bedroom door, I hear a sigh and then a light knock.

“Come in.” I call out, Nyx slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks like he just got punched in the face. His left cheek is already starting to bruise and his eyes are red and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Nyx! What happened?” I go to get up but he puts his hand out signially me to stay sitting.

“I’ll be okay, but-“ He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.” No good conversation ever starts with that phrase.

“Oh- okay. About what?”

“I want to apologize.” He says as he sits down on the bed next to me. I was not expecting that. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s not fair to you and it was wrong for me to treat you that way. I know you have no obligation to accept my apology, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to start over. If that’s okay with you.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

“Did I do something to make you hate me?”

“No!” He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “When we were kids, I was intimidated by you. You had everything I’ve ever wanted, independence, confidence and I hated you for that.” He looks up at me. “I treated you like shit to make myself feel better. It was dumb and I was an idiot and I’m so sorry. I know that this relationship was forced on both of us, but if you would allow me to, I’d like to actually give it a try. I’ve um- I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and for the longest time I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t true. But it is true and I feel like I ruined any chance that we had and I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me anymor-“

“Nyx.” I cut him off and slowly move my hands to grab his, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. “I accept your apology. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the things you did hurt me.” I take a deep breath. “But it’s nothing that we can’t work past and I feel like starting over is a great idea.”

I give his hand a slight squeeze and then let go. “Would you like me to grab the first aid kit?” His face has only gotten worse since he came in. He gives me a small nod, I go into the bathroom and come back to hand him the box.

“Thank you.” He whispers and I know he’s not just talking about the kit.

“You’re welcome.”

It’s around time for dinner when I finish putting all my stuff away. I haven’t seen Nyx since we've talked, but I think he’s in the office, so I gently knock on the door and wait for an answer. I hear soft footsteps approach and he slowly opens the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted to eat dinner… with me… soon?”

Nyx looks behind him at the clock on the wall and then steps out into the hallway with me. “Sure.”

I must have been staring at the kitchen for a while because Nyx moves into my vision.

“You’ve never cooked before, have you?”

I shake my head and look down at my hands. “No.” I only know how to heat things up. I’ve never cooked anything so I can already tell this is gonna be embarrassing.

“I can teach you. If you want.” I look up at him, shocked. “My mom, she taught me. It’s not as hard as it seems.” He walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a pot. “How do you feel about spaghetti?”

“I think that sounds great.” He gives me a small smile, places the pot on the stove and walks back over to me.

“Okay. Step one, you're going to have to pull your hair up.”I subconsciously reach back to touch my hair.

“Right. I- um. I don’t have a hair tie…” He gets up and walks into the bedroom, then comes back with a scrunchie in hand. I expect him to just hand it to me, but he twirls his finger asking me to turn around. His fingers graze the back of my neck as he picks up my hair and I hold in my shiver. He separates it into three sections and begins braiding. It doesn’t take long before he’s securing the end with the scrunchie and then steps back to view his work.

“T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He coughs then steps around me and heads to the stove.

“Step two, boil water.” He picks up the pot, goes to the sink and turns on the faucet. When it’s full he carefully carries it over to the stove and turns on the burner. We stare at it for a while in awkward silence until I hear bubbles popping, which I assume means it’s boiling.

“Step three, noodles.” I remember seeing the box of spaghetti in the pantry when we first arrived, so I go grab it and hand it over to him. He grabs a handful and drops them in the water. “Now we wait.” He says as he puts the box back and grabs a jar of sauce.

It was actually really interesting to see how the noodles slowly fall into the water as they soften up. “How do we know when they are done?”

He looks over at me with a smile on his face and grabs a wooden spoon. “Like this.” He picks up a noodle and throws it at the wall. It falls straight to the ground. “Ah. Needs a couple more minutes.”

“Um… What did you just do?”

“If it sticks, it’s done.”

“Oooooh.”

He laughs. “What did you think I was doing?”

“I honestly have no fucking clue.” Now we’re both laughing and it feels amazing. “Can I try the next one?”

He nods and hands me the spoon. “Go for it.”

I fish around for one in the pot, then fling it onto the wall. It sticks.

“It worked!” I place the spoon back on the counter and turn to face Nyx.

“You didn’t believe me?” He asks, jokingly and grabs a strainer from the drawer behind me. “Can you turn the burner off?” While I do, he dumps out the water leaving just the spaghetti in the strainer. “Okay. Step four, sauce.”

I try to be helpful and open the jar, but I guess I’m not strong enough so Nyx comes over to help me.

“Here, let me.” He opens it on the first try, then pours it over the noodles. “Now we eat.”

I grab two bowls from the cabinet as we head over to the table to eat.

“Thank you for teaching me. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook.”

“You’re welcome. Spaghetti is pretty easy, next time we can try something a little more difficult if you’d like.” I smile as we continue to eat in comfortable silence. When we’ve finished Nyx offers to do the dishes while I clean up the table. After we’re done we get ready for bed and I come into the bedroom, finding Nyx staring at the bed.

“You don’t have to, anymore.” He looks at me confused. “Sleep on the couch, I mean. The bed is pretty big, so we can share it.” He gives me a small nod and heads into the bathroom.

I’ve already changed into my nightgown by the time he comes back. “Um, because of my wings I have to sleep on my stomach. I hope that’s alright.” I look over to find that he’s shirtless, just wearing loose sweatpants that are basically falling off. My eyes trail over his defined abs and the v-line that leads down to his-. My eyes jump back up and I see that he’s smirking at me. I turn my head away and clear my throat.

“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I never thought about how Illyrians sleep, but it makes sense that they can’t sleep on their backs. He pulls back the covers to get in and I follow shortly after.

His wings are tucked in and it looks super uncomfortable. “You can let your wings rest. I won’t mind.” He looks up at me surprised, I give him a small smile and a nod. I lay down on my back and he flares his wings out as we both drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

I wake up to the light shining in through the window and a heavy weight on top of me. I slowly open my eyes to find a huge wing laying over my chest, then I notice that I’m pinned underneath the body that wing is attached to. We’re Cuddling. Even if I wanted to push Nyx off of me I couldn’t, but for some reason I don’t even bother to try. His face is nuzzled into my neck and he’s wrapped an arm around my waist. He smells so fucking good.

I lay there wide awake for who knows how long before he starts to stir. He wakes with a yawn and hugs me closer. He must realize what he’s doing because he quickly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me.

“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ His face is bright red.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” He gives me a nod and heads into the bathroom. I get up to fix the covers on the bed while I wait for him to finish. He comes out with sopping wet hair and a towel thrown loosely around his hips. I hurry into the bathroom before I can do something I’ll absolutely regret later.

I splash cold water on my face about twelve times before I actually begin getting ready.

When I come back out, Nyx is sitting on the bed holding a note. “What’s that?”

“It’s from my mom, she wants us to join them for dinner tonight.” He looks up at me and hands over the letter.

My dearest Nyx and Y/N,

I hope this isn’t too late of notice, but we would really love to see you both at our family dinner tonight. The table isn’t complete without you.

~F.

I sit down and give him the letter back. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can come up with an excuse, it's no big deal.”

“We can go.”

“Something like we have obligations elsewher- wait what did you say?”

I turn my body slightly to face him and lightly chuckle. “I said, we can go. It will be nice to meet your family.” I think. Actually wait on second thought... No, it’s gonna have to happen eventually, might as well get it over with.

“Okay, yeah. We can go. Um, I just feel like I should warn you.” Uh-oh. “My family is different from most, it can be overwhelming. Everyone has very watchful eyes, they will be tracking your every move, especially my uncle Azriel. He has… history with your father and will probably not like you at first. The same thing goes for my aunt Mor, so please don’t be offended if they don’t open up to you right away, it’s nothing personal.”

Nothing personal. I’ve heard stories of the hatred between the Autumn and Night courts, but I normally just have to deal with rude stares or nasty side comments. I’ve never eaten dinner with people who hate me.

He grabs my hand and looks over at me. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me and we'll go. No questions asked.” I nod and slightly smile. I wasn’t nervous before, but now I’m second guessing saying yes. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”

You can’t possibly promise me that.

“I have nothing to wear.” I say standing up.

“That box is addressed to you, from my mom.” He points to a box sitting on the floor that I never noticed. I place it on the bed, undo the ribbon and open the lid. Inside is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen. Dark, navy blue suede with ¾ length sleeves. Night Court colors. Beneath a layer of tissue paper are matching heels, that thankfully aren’t too high.

Nyx leans over on the bed to peer into the box. “Oh I have something that matches that perfectly!” He runs over to the closet and returns with a suit the exact same shade.

“It’s perfect.” I look up to find him already staring at me.

“Let’s get ready, shall we?”

I brush out my curls to loosen them up a bit and move over to look in the mirror. The dress fits me perfectly, it accentuates my curves but still looks elegant. Unfortunately, even looking as good as I do does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. My hands are slightly shaking and I doubt there is anything I can do to stop it.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Nyx softly knocks on the door, his way of letting me know that I’m taking too long. One glance at the clock behind me says he’s right, we have to leave soon.

I turn around and head towards the door, Nyx has already opened it and is staring at me with an expression I can’t quite determine.

“You- You look beautiful.” His eyes roam over my figure in a way that seems far too intimate, but I love it anyway.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I feel my cheeks getting hot, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. I reach out to take his hand, but hesitate when I see that mine are still shaking. “Are you ready?” I just need to get this over with.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He extends his arm out for me to take and then winnows us off to his parents house.

“Remember, you want to leave and we leave. No questions asked.” Nyx assures me as we walk up the pathway. I give his arm a squeeze as my response because I’m saving all my energy for what’s to come.

He doesn’t knock on the door, just walks right in and the chatter that I heard from on the porch abruptly stops. Silence. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the tile.

Two dark figures round the corner, one shorter than the other but both exude power. I already know who they are before they come into the light.

“Mom, Dad, thank you for inviting us over.” Nyx lets go of my arm to give his parents a hug while I stand by myself awkwardly.

Rhysand breaks away first to greet me. “Y/N, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could make it.” He gives my hand a slight shake and then escorts me towards what I presume to be the dining room. I’m greeted with seven unhappy faces, each one more angry than the first.

Four females, one who is doing her best to not meet my eyes, one who looks ready to chop my head off, one who looks like she has better places to be and the last one seems to be as terrified as I am. There are two winged males at the table as well, one with long hair who has a watchful gaze and the other who seems to be assessing all the ways he can kill me while these black things float around him. I already hate it here.

“Y/N, these are the members of our family. Mor, Nesta, Amren, Elain, Cassian and Azriel.” Feyre says behind me as I give a smile and take my seat between Nyx and Cassian with Azriel across from me.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s eat shall we?” Rhysand gives a small gesture towards the table and all the plates are filled with food. I don’t even bother to see what it is, I just need my hands to be doing something before I go crazy, so I begin to eat right away. Everyone else follows suit and it takes about 5 minutes before Feyre breaks the deafening silence. “Have you been enjoying the Night Court since your arrival?”

“I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is beautiful.” I take a small sip of water.

“Oh that’s a pity! Nyx, why haven’t you taken Y/N out to see more?”

“We really haven’t had the time, Mom. We will soon though.” And the game of silence begins again. This time it’s broken by Nesta slamming down her silverware.

“So, Y/N. How is your father doing?”

“Nesta.” Rhysand warns.

“No, I want to know. Because he puts everyone through so much shit just so he can keep living the high life. So tell me, how is ‘Daddy Dearest’?”

I choke on my water slightly while I’m desperately trying to come up with an answer. “I’m not quite sure what you are referring to. My father is well respected in my Court.”

She scoffs. “He is, is he? You don’t even know what happened, do you? What he did to Mor?” Everyone is staring at me now and I have no idea how to respond. I’ve heard that my father and Mor were in a relationship when they were very young, but nothing more. I glance over at Nyx to try and catch his eye, but he’s looking down at his plate.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been told much of my father’s past.”

I feel a brush of something swimming up my leg, my side, then wrapping around my throat and I suddenly can’t breathe. Azriel stares at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.

“All you Vanserra’s ever do is lie. You know exactly what your father did. Your father hurt Mor, left her for dead, you and your brother are the exact same as him, evil. Why did Nyx have a black eye the other day? Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find out?” Nesta stands up from her seat.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as my hands grab at my throat, desperate for air. My vision starts to get blurry and then Azriel releases his shadows. I gasp for air and quickly stand up. “Can you excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I run off crying.

Splashing cold water on my face does absolutely nothing for me. I slowly sink to the floor to sob and sob and sob. No one comes to check on me. No one believes me. Not even Nyx. Why hasn’t he said anything? Done anything? He knows that I wasn’t the one who hurt him, yet he stays silent.

Gods. I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I thought Nyx and I were getting along. He promised nothing bad would happen. I should have known better.

I notice a rather large window that I can easily fit through. So that’s exactly what I do, and then I’m running. I have no idea where I am, but I know where I need to go. Home.

I’m passing through some sort of market and nearly run into someone. I take a second to catch my breath. “Excuse me, sir. Could you please tell me how to get to the Autumn Court?”

The male points me in the direction I need and then I’m off again.

“Y/N!” I stop. I’ve been running through this forest alone for over 3 hours, who is calling out for me? “Y/N! It’s me!”

My brother. He runs right up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “What the fuck are you doing?!!” And that’s all it takes for me to break down again.

“I can’t do it anymore! I don’t care what alliance this marriage brings to father. I can’t be married to him, I just can't!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Take a deep breath.” He rubs a comforting hand up my back. “I’ll take you back home, okay?” I feel a slight gust of wind and look up to see that I’m in the home I share with Nyx.

“No! Why did you bring me back here? I can’t stay here! I need to go home, back to Autumn!” I start to panic.

“You can’t go back to Autumn. Father will find out and everything will only get worse.” He lightly pushes me down so I sit on the couch and then brings me a glass of water. “I need you to stay here. I will be back to check on you, but you must stay here.”

“I will, thank you.” I’m too tired to argue. Now I’m alone, again. I know Nyx will come home eventually, but I can’t even think about that right now, I just need to go to sleep. I triple check that the doors are locked, then grab every knife from the kitchen and barricade myself in the bedroom.

I wake up to the sound of pounding on the bedroom door. “Y/N! Y/N I know that you’re in there. Please, just come out and talk to me.”

“Go away!” The banging stops and then he’s standing in front of me. “What the fuck? You can’t just winnow in here?” He kneels down on the floor as I sit up.

“Please. I just need to talk with you.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You left me there! You left me there while he was choking me! I trusted you! What happened to ‘we leave whenever I wanted’? What about your promise that nothing bad would happen? Was that a lie too?” I take a deep breath and continue.

“Was everything a lie? Everything you said? How you were sorry, that you wanted to start over and your feelings for me? Everything was a lie!”

“What? No! No, I didn't lie about any of that!”

“Then why didn’t you help me? You sat there and watched me get choked and then never bothered to check on me.”

“I wanted to! But they wouldn’t let me. The minute you left, uncle Az pinned me to the chair with his shadows. I couldn’t get to you.”

Is he lying to me right now? “From the second we walked into that house, you acted like I didn’t exist! Why?”

“Because I was scared.”

“Scared? What could you possibly be scared of?”

“I was scared that my family would find out.”

“FIND OUT WHAT?!?” If he doesn’t get to the fucking point-

“THAT I LOVE YOU!”

“You- you what?”

“I love you. I have for a while, but I thought that you hated me. I figured the only way to be with you was to have an arrangement made, so I asked my dad to-“

He looks at me with wide eyes, he's said too much.

“You asked your dad to do what?” I ask slowly, scared for his answer. He takes in a deep sigh.

“I asked him to ask your dad about arranging a marriage between us. He’s the only one who knows, not even your father. I- I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I take a step back, this can’t be happening. “Y/N, please. Let me explain.”

“No.”

“Please. I understand that I-“

“Nyx. I don’t want you to explain. Just give me an answer to my question. Just one.”

“Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” He’s begging now.

“Do you love me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you love me? Truly love me?”

“Yes! Yes, I love you!” He stands up and faces me. I can’t explain it, but I believe him. Maybe all that running I just did is messing with my head. Him asking his father to arrange our marriage is fucked up and I hate him for it, but I love him too.

“Then kiss me.”

He hesitates for a second and then slowly moves closer to me, giving me enough time to change my mind. Then finally, he places a hand under my chin, closes the distance and he softly places his lips on mine.

His lips are so soft, so gentle, like he’s afraid I’m going to break. My hands find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens. I trail my tongue across his bottom lip causing him to moan and move his hands to my hips.

We break for air and just stare at each other. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mixing between us, eyes searching the others. “I love you, too.” I realize I never said it out loud and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting me to. “I don’t want to start over. I just want to keep moving forward.”

“That sounds perfect.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and gives my forehead a kiss. “Would you like to go to bed?” I nod as my response and he lets me go to pull back the covers. I get in first while he gets undressed.

There is so much we still have to work out. So many difficult conversations we have to have. But as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, I can’t help but smile. I’m looking forward to those conversations. Looking forward to finding out as much as I can about Nyx. Regardless of what his family thinks of me or what mine thinks of him. We’re going to be happy, and to me, that’s all that matters.

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