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[apute11as]

Chosen family - Barcelona femeni x teen!reader

Summary: You’ve been keeping a secret for too long and the team start to figure it out and how to help you through it!

Warnings⚠️ Abus3, vi0lence, loss of parents, descriptions of injury, angst, hurt comfort, fluff

Author note: hey guys this is an angsty one, don’t read if you get triggered by any of the themes above! Hope everyone is well, I’ll be posting at lot more soon just getting through exam season right now! But yeah enjoy the story, leave any feedback or requests in the comments 🩷

P.s. My DMs are always open for anything, Woso related or if you just want to talk! Always here for anything xx

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You tried to push down the worry of your current situation as you got ready for training in your room. You were only 16 years old, due to your mother passing a year ago, you lived with your father in Barcelona.

The team knew about all of this of course, Alexia more than anyone had been especially supportive, knowing how it felt having lost her father when she wasn’t much older than you. She’d become somewhat of a sister to you. Her, alba and Eli becoming the female figures you lacked in your life, always offering advice and help whenever you needed it.

They knew your father wasn’t the most loving and that since your mother’s passing he’d become a cruel depiction of his former self. What they didn’t know was quite how deep that cruelty ran. He had turned to drinking when your mother had died, you regularly came home from training to find him passed out from the alcohol. It had started as pitiful, he’d just cry and you’d hug him and the two of you would comfort each other, but recently his sadness had turned to anger.

He’d always had a temper and was never the nicest but your mother’s warm presence always made his outbursts bearable but now that she was gone he had no one to regulate that anger. At first it started with hurtful words, some aimed at you and some not but in recent times, his anger had turned physical.

The first time he hit you, you’d wanted nothing more than to cry into Alexia’s arms and have her tell you everything was going to be ok. You decided against that, using your better judgment that it would cause a complicated mess that you didn’t want to condemn her to. It had happened twice more since, on Monday he’d shoved you backwards into a wardrobe, causing you to cut your head, something you’d brushed off as tripping and falling which the team seemed to buy. Yesterday he’d grabbed you by the wrists and squeezed until bruises formed, before pushing you into the table where you bashed your ribs.

Now as you observed yourself in the mirror, you could see the dark bruises that had already formed across your stomach and ribs, matching ones adorned your wrists. You pulled your hoodie over your head and slung your bag over your shoulder, wincing slightly as it came back round and hit your side.

Ingrid and Mapi would be here to pick you up soon as they’d starting taking you to training as you’d told them your father picked up earlier shifts at work (also known as day drinking). Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door you leaped from your spot in the kitchen and went to open it. You of course, were met with the faces of Mapi and Ingrid who smiled widely at you.

“Hola pequeña!” beamed Mapi

“Hola Mapi” you sighed. What you weren’t expecting was for her to barge through the door.

“Sorry bebita I just need to fill up my water. Someone decided to take a sharp turn whilst I was having a drink.” She explained, gesturing to Ingrid who looked unimpressed at the blonde’s antics.

“Woah what’s all this?” She questioned at the various, empty beer and rum bottles that littered your kitchen.

“Erm my dad had some people over yesterday that’s all” you offered nervously

“Seems like they had quite a party” she said, getting at the sheer quantity of it with a raised eyebrow.

“Haha yeah I don’t know I wasn’t there” you replied

“Wait where were you then?” asked Ingrid, asserting herself into the conversation

“Well… I was at my friend’s house for a bit, then I came home” you offered, unconvincingly.

“Oh ok then, well grown adults really should be clearing up after themselves, we can swing by after and help you if your dad is at work?” Added Mapi

“NO!” You yelled, alarming the pair of them. “Sorry, no thank you he’ll be home later and said he’d sort it but thanks anyways” you said, attempting to save yourself due to the accidental outburst.

“Sure that’s fine…” Mapi replied, sounding unsure

“Ready to go now?” Questioned Ingrid from her new found position in the hallway

“Yep so ready!” You responded

The drive to training was slightly awkward, so you’d ask for some music in an attempt to diffuse the situation (it had little effect).

——

Upon reaching the ground, you hurried out the car and wandered a little ahead, fully aware of the fact that they strolled behind muttering about your odd behaviour. You made it inside with the couple trailing a few paces behind you and were met with the smiling face of Lucy bronze.

“Hey y/n how are you?” She beamed

“Hey Luce I’m good how are you?” You replied, offering her a smile of your own

“Good good, Keira kept pestering me about being late this morning though” she said with a sigh

“You were still in bed when we were leaving in 30 minutes!” Keira insisted with an eye roll.

You chuckled at the couple’s childlike antics as you walked over to your locker and began stripping off your clothing when you heard a sharp intake of breath next to you.

“What?” You questioned the English defender

“What happened to your ribs?” She asked in a hushed voice

“Mierda, I forgot about them. I erm tripped… and fell… into the bed post” you replied, knowing you had to work on your lying.

“It looks quite painful and it’s all around your front and sides, how can you do that from falling?” Asked Lucy, concern lacing her voice

“I just did ok, leave it please!” You demanded with a huff, pulling your jersey over your head.

Lucy didn’t push further, though she did make a mental note to keep an eye on you.

——

When you finally made it outside you were met with the warm Catalonian sun beaming down on your face. You had a mandatory team talk and then Jonatan, as usual asked you to pair up. Without a second thought, alexia gripped your wrists and dragged you to her to partner up. You winced noticeably at the gesture as her firm grip found its self on the new formed bruises from yesterday.

“Estas bien pequeña (are you ok)” she questioned with a concerned expression

“Si Ale estoy bien (I’m ok)” you assured the older girl.

“What’s this on your wrists?” She inquired with a firm tone. “Did I do this?” she was now increasingly concerned.

“No no you didn’t do it it was already there” you replied hurriedly

“What was it from?” She questioned further

“Erm from… the match? I had a tussle with someone she gripped my wrists too hard” you lied

“You’re lying to me bebita I can see it in your eyes” she scolded “but why are you lying I don’t understand” her brow furrowed

“Alexia! Y/N! Stop gossiping and get over here!” Yelled Mapi in a teasing tone, a tone that only she could get away with using towards Alexia due to their close friendship

“ay dios mío Maria we’re coming” replied Alexia and before she could say anything more you’d disappeared, already jogging over to join the group and no doubt, avoid her further questioning.

——

Training ended and you rushed ahead, desperate to get away asap to avoid questioning from the multiple behaviours that had noticed your odd behaviour or the state of your body.

You reached the changing room out of breath (more so from sprinting over there than the actual 2 hour training session you’d just attended). You quickly shoved your stuff into your bag and began to scramble away before your upper arm was grasped.

“Where do you think you’re going” rung the voice of Lucy Bronze

“Home?” You replied as if it were obvious

“I thought Alexia was taking you home?” She questioned

“Oh erm yeah tell her it’s ok I’m gonna take a bus” you offered hoping she’d leave you alone

“Alexia come here” beckoned Lucy, her body shielding you from the exit, as you groaned at the implications of this conversation.

“Que pasa?” Questioned alexia with curiosity

“Y/N says she’s getting the bus home” grasped Lucy

“No she’s coming with me? I’m taking her home” she was confused.

“I think the two of you need to have a chat” suggested the brunette

“Yes I think so too” Alexia responded, her disapproval clear in her voice.

The two of you wandered to her car silently, she kept glancing over at you, almost to check you hadn’t disappeared again. She even opened the car door and watched you get in to ensure your presence.

The drive started in silence yet again, with you picking at the skin on your fingernails, but that was short lived.

“Bebita please answer me truthfully when I ask you this…” Alexia began, her eyes not leaving the road ahead. “What happened to your wrists and ribs? Yes Lucy told me about that before you change the subject again” she finished

“I don’t know what to say Ale” you said, your eyes beginning to gloss over.

“The truth Por favor amor” she insisted, her eyes still not looking at yours.

“My papa, he’s taken up drinking lately, quite heavily and it’s changed him” you started

Alexia knew where this was going but she let you finish, unsure of what to say even when you did.

“He-he gets angry now all the time. He used to be an angry person anyways but Mama always used to calm him down and now she’s gone I just-“ you choked back on tears.

Alexia had pulled the car over and took your hand it hers, squeezing gently as if willing you to continue.

“He would shout at me, come home drunk and just scream” you continued. “It wasn’t physical for a while it was just words, b-but recently…” you trailed off once more, finally meeting Alexia’s eyes that were glossed over and full of sadness. “Recently he started to do other things. He hit me and threw me into things, like in something to take his anger out on” Alexia’s grip lay firmer on your hand as she let you finish. “It’s like he’s a different person lo siento” you spluttered as the tears streamed down your face

“Bebita you have nothing! And I mean nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry that we didn’t notice sooner” she replied with a maternal warmth in voice.

“It’s ok Ale I was trying to hide it” you added, calming down a little.

“But why pequeña? We could’ve helped you” tears were threatening to fall from her eyes now.

“But all that would happen is I’d end up in care or on my own and I can’t do that Ale, anyone is better than no one at all” you urged.

“You would have had me! You do have me!” She corrected.

“I know Alexia and I love you so much for that but I couldn’t live with you, interrupt your life, how would you girlfriend feel?” You questioned the blonde.

“She would understand bebita you know that really” insisted Alexia.

“What am I going to do” you cried

“Is he home?” She asked

“Who?” You rebounded

“Your papa” Alexia winced at the name that in her opinion, that man was no longer worthy of.

“No he’ll be at the bar for at least a few more hours”

“Bueno, we’re going to go back to your apartment and gather some stuff and then we’re going to drive to my Mami’s okay?”

“Okay” you weren’t overly convinced yet you still went along with the older girl’s plan, praying your father hadn’t decided to make an early departure from the bar.

——

Upon reaching your apartment block, you gave Alexia your keys as she insisted she would go first, keeping a protective arm on your body behind hers. You let out a sigh of relief when you realised your father was still out.

Alexia’s eyes scanned the floor, taking in the broken glass and general mess everywhere, the two of you tread carefully over to your room. The first thing Alexia noticed upon entering was the sheer contrast of your bedroom, to the rest of the house. It was near spotless, with most of your belongings having seemingly vanished.

“I put most of it under my bed or in the wardrobe” you proclaimed, as if you’d just read her mind. “I didn’t want to give him any extra ammo” you half joked, but Alexia didn’t laugh, instead she pulled you into a tight hug, a hug that said more than words ever could.

You pulled away eventually, realising that you were going to have to start doing some packing as every minute that ticked by was time closer to your father coming home. You started by gathering up your football gear, as it was likely your most important possessions, asides from your memory box that you’d made up when your mother had passed. Standing there for a second, you ran your hands over the cold metal of the lid, reminiscing on a time when your family was “perfect” and things were much happier.

Alexia on the other side of your room, was gathering up some clothes for you. On another day, you’d cringe at the fact that your captain was rummaging through your underwear drawer, but today was not that day.

“Almost done bebé?” questioned the midfielder

“So just gathering some last bits” you assured her, before piling a couple of textbooks, your water bottle and your laptop into your bag.

Just as the two of you made your way out of the bedroom, your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you urged

Alexia turned around at rapid speed, a mix of confusion and concern overtaking her. But before she could question you, you reappeared at the door holding a stuffed bear.

“Sorry it’s childish, it’s just something my Abuela gave me when I was younger”

“No no not childish at all, it’s sweet actually” she smiled. “Don’t tell anyone but I’ve still got my childhood teddy bear at the back of my wardrobe” she admitted

“Really?”

“Sí, now vamos cariño” she insisted

——

You loaded your stuff into Alexia’s cupra before walking around to open the passenger seat door, Alexia following suit.

“I’ve text Mami telling her what’s happened and she said you’re more than welcome to stay at hers” offered the captain “if you’d rather stay with me that’s perfectly fine, I have a spare room, you’ll have to share with the Nala though” she chuckled.

“Thank you Alexia, I’m honestly happy either way I’m just so grateful you’ve been so kind” you replied genuinely.

“Don’t thank me chica te amo mucho ok? If you ever need anything or anyone I’m here, remember that.”

“Gracias Ale”

——

The journey to Eli’s was short and once you’d arrived, Alexia made quick work of unloading your minimal bags and carrying them all herself, despite your protests.

She did however hand one to you when the two of you reached the door, just so that she had a spare hand to knock with, which she did.

The door opened and you were surprisingly greeted with the face of Alba, Alexia’s younger sister.

“Hola chica, it’s been a while” she hugged you, albeit lighter than normal (the first indicator that her mother had told her everything).

“I saw you last week Albs” you smiled

“Oh yes… well it’s been a while anyways” she laughed awkwardly

“Hola mija” came Eli’s voice from behind

“Hola Mrs putellas, thank you so much for offering me a room” you smiled and hugged her back.

“I’ve told you call me Eli, and it’s no problem at all. I hope you don’t mind but Alexia told us what happened, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, you’re basically my daughter already”

She wasn’t wrong, even before your father’s drinking problem, you were here at least once a week for dinner (Alexia and Alba insisting you were their mother’s favourite child, to which she didn’t disagree with).

“Gracias Eli” you smiled at her

——

The four of you sat and ate dinner and discussed what was to happen, ultimately deciding you’d stay with Alexia for a little while as her apartment was closer to the training grounds and it would be easier for her to take you with her everyday. Then it was decided that Eli would file for your adoption, something you knew your father would agree to as just he wasn’t himself anymore. You’d set him up in rehabilitation for his alcoholism and see to it that he gets better.

Despite Alexia’s disapproval, you’d decided not to file a statement and testify against your father, stating that it would cause unnecessary issues and that you’d be far away from him anyways. Eventually, all was agreed and you and Alexia returned home to inform Olga of the plans, which to your slight surprise, she was completely okay with.

Alexia decided that the two of you wouldn’t attend training this week, you had no match anyways due to it being Christmas break so the two of you spent some time together. This helped not only you, but her more than you’d ever know. Ultimately, you decided that you’d tell the team what happened after the break, deciding now to enjoy the holidays with your knew found family.

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[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask - CS55

Chapter Three - Business Meetings

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

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Since this Chapter has both Carlos and his father in it, Carlos is our little Carlito and his father is referred to as Sainz

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Her outfit has been chosen for her. Her hair and makeup had been done and Y/N was left waiting in her room. Any minute now, Lando would come and get her. And then they'd go downstairs and meet the man she'd be spending the rest of her life with.

She picked at the skin around her nails. The clock in her room was ticking, growing louder and louder and louder. Y/N stayed in front of her vanity while she waited, unmoving. Lit by nothing up lamplight, Y/N stared at her own reflection.

A knock at her bedroom door startled her out of her thoughts. She turned around as Lando walked in. "Ready?" He asked.

There were certain customs they had to honour. Without their father there, the Norris' had to do things a little bit differently. Instead of her father introducing her to the Sainz, it would be Lando. It would be Lando who would be signing the deals on her behalf, who worked with Sainz to set up the wedding.

Lando grabbed Y/N's arm and walked her out of her bedroom. "You okay?" He whispered as they walked through the halls.

Swallowing the lump in her throat Y/N nodded her head. She wasn't fine, but she was dealing with it. What could she do but deal with it?

Just the day before, she'd met Carlos down in her kitchen. She'd watched as her brother lost his shit, before she'd been sent back to her own bedroom. Carlos had been nice enough then, but, of course, Y/N hadn't known he was Carlos. She didn't know who he was until her brother came home and exploded.

"Are you?" She asked as they descended the stairs.

Lando nodded, too. He let out a sigh through his nostrils as they got to the dining room doors. "All you have to do is sit there and say nothing, okay? Let me do all of the talking. If you need to, give me a signal and I'll get you out," he said.

"We've got this," she said and they pushed open the door.

***

The dinner was mostly business talks, something Y/N wasn't very familiar with. Lando spoke with Sainz and Carlos, their tones civil. It was the first civil dinner the Norris family and the Sainz family had managed to have in a good few years.

The business talk sounded like gibberish to Y/N. There was a lot of importing, mentions of drugs and drink, and weapons. The Sainz had always been the biggest importers of the most weapons, supplying them to other families. With their feud, the Norris family was made to go else where for their weapons.

The subject of the arranged marriage hadn't come up yet, and Y/N was grateful. The attention hadn't turned to her at all, and she was grateful.

She ate, taking small bites like her mother had taught her. While she had never been to a dinner such as this, her mother had prepared her. Every meal the family had together was like this: Y/N's mother screaming at her until she sat up straight, forcing her to cut her food into the smallest bites possible.

"You must appear proper and dainty. That way, when you strike, they will never see you coming."

Carlos kept glancing at Y/N. As he ate, he looked up at her. His mannerisms at the table were just as well trained as her own, although he had been taught to look imposing and powerful. Just like the other two men at the table.

But Y/N didn't notice him. Of course she didn't; she was too busy staring down at her plate. She looked so... small. But that was all intentional. Carlos had been in this world long enough to know this. He was almost positive it was all an act.

There was a part of Carlos, admittedly a very small part, that wanted to get on with things. He was to be married to a woman he didn't know - he didn't want to just wait around while Lando, a man younger than him, discussed irrelevant business with his father.

The next time Carlos looked at her, Y/N was looking right back at him. As soon as his eyes met her, she looked away, bashfully.

As soon as they were finished with the main course and maids had taken away the plates, Lando turned to his sister. "I guess we should get on with things," he said.

"Yes, I suppose we should," Sainz replied, his accent thick.

Carlos cleared his throat. "Padre, no quiero hacer esto con ella en la habitación," he said, his voice low (father, i don't want to do this with her in the room).

His father looked at him, but he said nothing. From within his suit jacket, he pulled out a notepad and a pair of glasses. Placing the glasses on his nose, he opened the notebook and looked at Lando. "My son and your sister are to be married. This will link our families together. This means that the feud between our families will have ended. We will resupply you with weapons and you will reopen the trading routes for us."

Lando had his own notes in front of him, notes written by his father. He and Sainz had clearly discussed this before; all of their notes were the same. "First, lets discuss my sister." This wasn't on Lando's notes, but it was the most important thing to him. "I want her protected, incredibly well protected," he said and Sainz noted it down. "This is the only deal she'd ever to be involved in."

Over the top of his glasses, Sainz looked at Y/N. "Surely this is a choice for tu hermana. Is this what you want?"

When Lando didn't answer, Y/N realised that Sainz was speaking to her. She hadn't been ready for this, for him to actually speak to her. "Uh, yes, sir. I-I'm not to be involved in any business."

From the other side of the table, Carlos let out a laugh. Ever since he learnt that he was to one day take a wife and take over his fathers business, he had always dreamed of having a strong wife, one that would stand behind him, hand on his shoulder as she commanded his men.

Y/N Norris would never be that woman. She would never be the woman he truly wanted. But she was the woman he was stuck with.

"Very well," said Sainz. He turned his attention back to Lando and held his pen to his notepad. "Any more demands, Norris?"

Lando hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected Sainz to address him as Norris, not when his father was still alive. But that was what was happening. Lando was going to become Norris, the head of his family, when his father eventually passed.

Clearing his throat, Lando continued. "My father and I have spoken and I know Y/N is expected to move to Spain once she is married. When my father eventually passes, I want her to come home for a week, at least, for the funeral."

"No," Sainz said instantly. "You may have her for two days."

"Father-"

"Two days, and that's final."

Somewhat meekly, Y/N cleared her throat. "Um, sir, do I not get a choice in the matter?" Her voice was quiet, so quiet that Sainz didn't hear her.

But Carlos did. "Padre, it is her fathers funeral. We can let her come back for a week."

There was one rules in a crime family: Don't talk back to the head of the family. Sainz glared at his son from across the table. He could lose his temper, pull out a weapon and point it at Carlos. But that wouldn't be professional.

"It is something that we can discuss when the time comes," Sainz said, his voice low.

Those were all of Lando's demands for his sister. When he and Sainz moved onto the rest of the business, Y/N looked at Carlos. She wanted, more than anything, to thank him, for sticking up for her.

There wouldn't be any time for them to get to know each other, that was the tragic thing. Sainz and Lando were to set a date between them, and Y/N wouldn't get to see Carlos until the day of their wedding.

Y/N tried to listen, she really did, but she couldn't. Things were becoming very real, now.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL (YANDERE JAMES LEE/DG X READER)

A certain pink haired guy leaned back against his bike as he sighed under his breath, as his muscles outlined his frame against his white shirt. He was slightly on edge despite having a neutral and calm expression, but he wasn't too worried despite the lack of people around the area. He was thankful for the lack of people around the area if he should be honest, he picked a good place for this fight. 'Maybe he's too much of a coward to show up...why did I assume he'd show up after what happened last time. Perhaps I should make a housecall or something...yet at the same time I can't, that old man Choi will have something else to hold over my head and I don't need that at the moment...that old man needs to be dealt with fast' he thought to himself as he clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked at the sky

"Um...excuse me" you spoke softly as you approached him and fidgeted nervously. The pink haired guy was snapped out of his thoughts as you became the object of his scrutinizing gaze. "Who are you?" he asked you in a slightly disinterested tone as his eyes wandered over your features. "I'm...I'm the daughter of the man you were supposed to be fighting with today" you said softly. His expression remained stoic for a few seconds till his mouth curved into a soft smirk

"Ah...so you've come to watch your dear father die today by my hands. Quite unfortunate that his dear little daughter would see him defeated by me" he said as he smirked at you, his eyes drinking in your features and the way your maroon dress hugged your body. He felt amused when your eyes widened in horror and your face paled slightly as your lips quivered and trembled. "No please...please, I'm asking you to spare my father. I know he's a rather stubborn man but he's already gotten hurt before...I can't let him get hurt again" you said as you looked at him with a pleading and helpless expression. Your expression reminded him of a helpless little animal, stuck in a cage with no way out, a small little prey which he found delightful

"And just why, would I spare that man just because his pretty little daughter begs me to? Your father is someone who's messing with the big league little girl...he needs to be dealt with. I'm trying to do my job here you know...and as for your dear old dad getting injured before, that's something he deserved after trying to fight me. Your father is quite the hot tempered individual..." he said as his smirk widened at your helplessness. "No, please...leave my dad alone. I'm the only child of my family and my mother would be devastated if something happens to him. Please don't fight him" you said

"How amusing...the man clearly doesn't have the guts to face me in a fight after all and he sent his daughter instead to plead on his behalf" chuckled the guy as you frowned slightly. "No one sent me here, I came here on my own accord" you replied curtly. "Now why would you do that? You really love your dear old dad that much huh?" he asked as his grin widened even more as you nodded. He pondered for a bit and looked thoughtful for a few seconds as he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. For a few seconds he simply stared at you with his stoic look till he broke the silence. "I'll agree to spare the old man...though I usually don't do this consider yourself lucky...I'll do it on one condition"

"Anything" you said and nodded eagerly with enthusiasm shining in your eyes which he found rather endearing. You really should have chosen your words more carefully because little did you know, standing in front of you was a dangerous man. The man's eyes trailed down to your body as his smirk widened and he strode over to you as he leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice in your ear. "Give me a kiss and I'll think about it...princess..." he whispered as you turned flustered and blushed slightly at his request

Kiss him? You'd never even held the hand or hugged someone of the opposite gender till now, how were you supposed to kiss a random stranger who literally just threatened to fight your dear father? You stared at him like he'd lost his mind as he couldn't help but feel even more amused, watching your internal struggle and conflicting feelings coming out to play as he watched you squirm. "Um...there's something you should know" you mumbled shyly as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt and looked down at the road

"I don't...don't have experience in kissing someone before. I haven't been in a relationship before either...so..." you trailed off awkwardly as you shuffled your feet. The man stared at you, his expression glinting with malice and his eyes had a predatory gleam in his eyes like he'd just struck gold. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, standing in front of him was a shy, blushing, bashful beautiful girl who looked ethereal in that dress that highlighted your beauty and you weren't in a relationship with anyone? Looks like he'd have you for himself then

He had a wolf like grin as he pulled you close to him, your forehead almost touching his as his strong muscular arm gripped your waist tightly to prevent you from escaping while he enjoyed watching you squirm. "What...what are you doing?" you whispered as you had a nervous look in your eyes. "Getting my kiss...." he whispered as his soft lips brushed against yours teasingly and you couldn't help but tremble slightly in his arms. The feeling inside you was foreign and yet it kept growing stronger. You didn't know what you were experiencing but you didn't feel the usual emotions people described in books like how people had butterflies in their stomach or fireworks exploding in their stomach when such a thing was happening. Rather, you felt like someone lit a gentle fire inside you...a comforting flame that coursed through your veins and filled you with warmth

You sighed and decided to just get it over with as you closed your eyes and whimpered as you quickly and softly pecked his cheek. You recoiled instantly but he let out a dissatisfied hum and pulled you closer to him. "My, my so hasty...that wasn't a proper kiss princess...and you know it...looks like I'll have to take the pleasure of being your first kiss..." he said as his hand found his way to your cheek and caressed it gently. Despite his palm being rough and calloused with scars, his touch was gentle. He leaned in closer to you as he pressed his lips to yours. You trembled in his grasp as his hand moved to the back of your neck and kissed you more passionately. Your first kiss was gentle, yet passionate and filled with desire...it made you feel things you couldn't describe in words

It lasted for a few moments before he finally pulled away and traced his thumb down your bottom lip and caressed your cheek again. "You're mine now...that's a reasonable trade I my opinion. You'll be mine and I'll spare your dear old father's life..." he said with a wolfish grin. You were about to protest when his expression darkened slightly as his grip around your wrist tightened. "Is there a problem...princess...don't forget who's in control here" he whispered as his unnerving smile was still plastered across his face

You kept reminding yourself that it was to keep your father safe, to keep your family safe as you grumbled under your breath and agreed. After you went home you received a message from him and you couldn't understand, for the love of God how he'd managed to get your number when you didn't remember giving it to him. There were perks of being DG with the personality of James Lee. He couldn't get you out of his mind after that incident. You had no idea how much he'd started pulling the strings of your own life. From asking Kouji to find out information regarding you to making his men follow you home since you were his after all and even going as far as placing secret cameras in your own house which you didn't know anything about...you were a sweet little butterfly, trapped in his web of convoluted deceit, obsession and possessive love towards you

Don't feel too bad for the death of that moron you used to call a best friend. It was such a satisfying feeling to stab him in the eyes before he killed him for daring to lay his eyes on you in the first place and having the audacity to ask you out when you're his. You belong to DG. Slowly as time goes by, you're relying on him more and more after you were still unaware of how he was isolating you from your friends and family. He suggests you move in with him and you're forced to agree. Oh, don't mind him...he's just changing the locks because of safety reasons. Don't try to leave him unless you want your precious family to suffer. Everytime you scream or cry, he'll just coo at you and hold you in his arms and pat your head to calm you down with that same smirk he had on his face since the day you've met him. You'll complain to the police? Don't make him laugh honey, they're all on his payroll and having an obsessive fanbase comes in handy too. He has more eyes and ears to keep a lookout for you in case you try anything silly like leaving him

You're not allowed to leave his sight anymore. There's no escape for you from him...you really had made a deal with the devil...

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[cowboylikelils]

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - rafe cameron

words: 915 warning: smut, stalking

a/n: request here! @tracymbcm

The first time you saw Rafe was at a party. You suddenly feel thankful for your friends for dragging you there.

There he was, sitting on the couch on the porch, unaware of you staring at him. He was beautiful, you thought, dirty blonde hair slicked back carefully, a strand of hair falling out as he leaned forward to take a baggie on the table, which turned your attention to his muscular arms.

The sound of your name getting called caught your attention. You snapped out of your gaze to your friend, who had two solo cups in both of her hands. “Ooh, someone caught your eye?” She teased

You blushed “Shut up,” You glanced at Rafe again.

“Rafe Cameron?!? Seriously?” Your friend almost cried out too loudly as she followed your gaze.

You had just moved to Kildare a few weeks ago. Being able to make friends with a few girls, “Oh fuck no! He’s fucking crazy. Don’t waste your time on him,”

You tilt your head in confusion “He probably slept with every girl in this room. I swear to god his dick is gonna fall off if he keeps this up,” She tutted, taking a sip out of her cup.

“Yeah…” You said slowly, keeping your eyes on him “Let’s dance”

You open up your phone as you lied comfortably on your bed the day after. You quickly found his Instagram, as you shared a fair amount of mutuals.

Luckily, his account was public, but he didn’t post much, some pictures from the frat parties, and that was it.

His family was quite well known and respected on Kildare, and you had a few classes with his sister, Sarah.

Everything had gone like you had planned. You followed him everywhere he went, and the best part is, he didn’t even notice.

You managed to get close with Sarah, sure she was fun to hangout with, but the pomt is to talk to Rafe.

That weekend, Sarah had invited you over for a project you two had. You made sure your makeup is flawless. chosen your prettiest dress you knew Rafe’d like, used your best perfume…

You walk into the house casually when Ward opens the door. You were greeted by Sarah right after.

"Oh! Let's get some snacks first," She suggested, leading you to the kitchen. You followed her, passing the living room, where Rafe and his friends - Topper and Kelce - were watching some football game.

Rafe noticed the smell of the perfume, and his head snapped toward your direction almost immediately. You had to stop yourself from giggling. He eyes your curves, and how the dress you picked out hugged them.

You pretend to notice him looking at you, smiling and waved at him. He smiled back. Your stomach almost did a flip.

"Keep it down, will you boys?" You said when you passed them again to go up to Sarah's room. Rafe's eyes followed you as you move. "Bro, isn't that the girl at the Country Club last week?" Topper nudged him.

"W-what?"

"And at the party last weekend?" Kelce added.

Rafe hummed, "What's her name?" They both shrugged.

Hours went by, you were on Sarah's bed, still doing the project. "Where's the bathroom?" You lied. "Just down the hall," She smiled as you jumped down the bed.

You wander down the hall, you notice a room with the door wide open. This must be Rafe's room You thought.

"Can I help you?" You jumped at the sudden voice. You turn around to see Rafe, hovering over you. "H-hi? Sorry, I was just looking for the bathroom,"

He looked at you for a while before saying "The bathroom's the other way,"

"Oh, thank you" You smiled, walking past him.

"Wait," You heard him say, you smiled, turning around. "Yeah?"

"Come to my party here next week," Your smile widened, "I'll think about it,"

For days, Rafe couldn't get you out of his head. How your perfume smelt, how the dress fit you perfectly... Everything about you made him crazy.

Finally, the day of the party came. You were wearing a tight red dress, makeup sat perfectly on your face, you even used the same perfume you used last time.

He immediately noticed the smell he missed so much, sneaking behind you. "Looking for me, princess?" He smirked.

And there you are, on your knees as you sucked him off, mascara and lipstick smeared all over your face, crying as you try not to gag on his dick.

You're probably too drunk to think, not knowing how you two got here, in the bathroom.

"Fuck," He pushes your head down further, chuckling when he hears you gag yet again. "Thought I wouldn't figure you out, huh? Following me around like a stalker all month," You feel him twitch as he groans loudly.

He pulls you up from the ground. He picks you up easily and sits you on the sink. You yelp, giggling when he pushes your dress up, pulling your panties aside. "Need to feel you, darling,"

He pushes in completely in a swift thrust. You let out a breathy moan. "You're so tight, shit,"

The way he fills you up feels just right, hitting the sweetest spot every single time.

He feels you tighten up around him. "Already? Fuck, go on," His free hand go down and played with your clit, making you cum in seconds. He follows just right behind you.

He groans "Keeping you forever now," You grin.

#⋆｡°✩ lilys work #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #dark rafe cameron #obx

[lol2345l]

MY VICTOR - finnick odair x f. reader

summary: finnick had always been in love with you from when he was a little boy to a grown man, but ever since the years following his victory of the 65th hunger games when the news of what he must do to protect you hit him it all came crumbling down.

warnings: angst,fluff,self destructive behavior,trauma,!talks of sa…

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Finnick had always felt this pull towards you. You were like a magnet.

He was seven years old when he first met you, he was sitting alone on the pier overlooking the beautiful seas he loved so much when you sat down by him holding a basket full of shells.

That day he ran home to his family proclaiming that he was in love.

Your families had known each other for a long time and were glad their kids were becoming friends. They often took you two to the beach, your fathers taught you how to fish together and your mothers walked you to school together every morning.

That is until you turned 12 years old and your father had passed in a boating accident.

The Odair family did everything possible to help you and your mother, but the pain was unbearable.

It was also your first ever year of having to participate in the awful and dreadful reaping. Thankfully you had Finnick by your side at all times. He helped ensure you that everything would be fine.

And it was…

Until it wasn’t.

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It was the morning of the annual reaping, the day many citizens of the districts dreaded. Your mother had prepared you a beautiful dress as you stood in front of the slightly cracked mirror admiring it.

You put on your locket, the one Finnick gave you at the beach when you were 12.

Now you were both 14, still closer than ever before sure that nothing could possibly break you apart.

But things change.

You and your mother headed out of your house walking by to the Odair household.

Finnick stood there smiling as he embraced you in a hug.

“You look very nice…” He smiled trailing off as he put his head down, he was blushing.

You chuckled and just smiled at him giving him a polite thank you as his mother embraced you in a hug.

You were used to his comments although there hadn’t been anything between you two yet.

Sure there was hugs,soft kisses to the cheek or forehead but the idea of being something more was never brought up.

You were both very young anyway and you were bound to have more time tho…right?

Right?

It all had happened so fast, every reaping day to you was usually a blur.

The escort of district 4 walked up to the stage picking through the large glass bowl containing the names of the girls, all praying and hoping not the be chosen.

As the name of a 16 year old girl is announced as she walks up to the stage head held high, you sigh deeply.

You were safe again.

You glanced over at Finnick who gave you his soft beautiful smile.

Now it was time for the boys. Your thoughts consumed you completely.

You knew it couldn’t be Finnick, there was no way. He would be safe again and you would be at the beach in a short amount of time swimming and collecting shells together.

“Finnick Odair!” The escort’s voice boomed through the air as your breath caught up in your throat.

You looked up frantically at Finnick, who was already looking at you. He gave you a sad smile and just nodded slowly.

You wanted to scream,cry and run up to him. And just as you were about to step out of the line and run after him, a girl who stood beside you grabbed your wrist tightly.

She tugged you back warning you and all you could do was just stand there. There was nothing else you could do to save him from this. No matter how much you wanted to.

As people began leaving you ran straight to your mother and the Odair’s, who were all being taken by the peacekeepers to see Finnick once more before he goes.

You were already a sobbing mess, but you couldn’t let him see you like that. He was suffering more, and he was about to suffer even more.

Mr and Mrs Odair went in first, your mother was trying to calm you down. As they left the room your mother held Mrs Odair tightly. She was truly distraught and broken, barely even able to stand.

You ran in as fast as you could as you enveloped Finnick into the tightest hug ever possible.

“You will be okay…I know you will. I believe you will, you will come back..Please,promise me you will.” You chocked out sobbing, holding his face gently in your hands.

He nodded, he needed to come back. He knew that. For his family, for you.

He needed to come back to be able to tell you how he truly feels about you. How his proclamation of love for you when he was seven years old was real. How it is real. He needed to come back so he could tell you how much he truly loved you.

“I promise. I’m coming back for you.” He kissed your forehead, a long kiss holding you close. He held you tightly before the peacekeepers rushed you out. Leaving him alone once more, before boarding the train to his uncertain,impending fate.

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Watching Finnick’s games was one of the worst things you have ever endured in your life.

Tears were flowing everywhere. Mr and Mrs Odair, your mother and you all watched carefully as Finnick won.

Now the tears were somewhat happy tears, tears of relief and joy. No matter what he had done he was coming back. You knew he would.

Finnick always kept his promises.

His victory tour felt as if years passed by, every hour, every minute was closer to Finnick coming back home.

To his family, to you.

And finally he was coming back. Huddled up at the train station, thousands of district 4 citizens were preparing to welcome home their victor.

As the train doors opened slowly, you ran into his arms. He held onto you so tightly, shaking slowly burying his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel a wet spot forming on your shirt from his tears.

Nothing to Finnick mattered anymore, he was back home holding the girl he loves in his arms.

It didn’t matter to him that almost his whole district was waiting for him. His world always stopped when you were there. You were the sun,the light of his day and the entire time in the capitol and in the games to him it had been dark. And now his sun was back to bring the warmth and light back into his world.

You had gently taken his face into your hands, like before he left and smiled nodding to his family.

He ran up to them, holding them tight before turning to wave to everyone.

Your mother stood by you smiling as Finnick continued to talk to his parents.

You had only now realized how tall Finnick really was. Even at 14, he was very grown. Has he always been this tall? Have you noticed too late? And has his hair always looked so good?

You were blushing just at the thought of him.

But you shouldn’t really, afterall Finnick is your best friend.

Later into the night district 4 had a small party for Finnick. You had dinner together with your families and Finnick shared storied about the capitol and confirmed if many of those rumors told around multiple districts were true.

You were glad to have the boy who stuck by you through everthing in life again.

The boy you love.

The one you love truly,madly and deeply.

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Two years had passed by since Finnick’s games. The 67th games rolled in and you were thanfully safe once again.

Finnick dealt with bad nightmares as you tried to help him and console him. You let him into your house each time he would run to you from the victors village. Not crying until you opened the door.

You offered for him to stay with you because he was already running to you every night but he didn’t want to burden you and your mother.

Even though he would never be a burden to you ever you didn’t want to argue with him about it.

He deserved peace in any possible way he could get it. Even if it meant running to your house at 3am just to crawl into your bed.

As the 67th games came to an end Finnick was finally back home.

His birthday followed shortly after as his mother,father, your mother and you celebrated together in his house.

A loud knock on the door startled you and you got up to open it. You figured it would be Finnick’s mentor and neighbor Mags, but you were met with another very familiar face.

“President Snow.” You let out a small gasp as Finnick stands up from his spot on the couch rushing to the door quickly.

“Mr Odair, just the man I wanted to see. Happy birthday boy.” He chuckled as he stepped in, Finnick immediately led him to the study his father used.

It felt odd. The entire interaction but you brushed it off letting them talk whatever victor business they had to talk about.

It had already been about an hour and Mags joined you all.

Her expression had worried you deeply as you told her where Finnick was.

President Snow stepped out of the door without a word, just a slight nod at Mags.

A couple moments later everybody was staring at the door of the study.

Finnick emerged, eyes bloodshot red as he just ran out slamming the door behind him. His father got up quickly but his mother sat him back down.

You got up and ran out after him, towards the private beach of the victors village. Your heart broke into a million pieces. Seeing Finnick pacing around on the sand, hands running through his hair repeatedly as tears began to fall.

You didn’t think twice and just ran up to him hugging him tightly. He just fell apart in your arms.

The capitol facade gone. Just a boy from district four crying in the arms of the girl he loves so desperately, the girl who’s heart will break to find out what he must do to keep her safe.

So he resorts to the alternative.

He lies.

Finnick explained he was just stressed and overwhelmed with the victor duties and business, lying about how Snow wanted him to socialize more. His parents believed it and let it go, you barely did. But you did.

After all you didn’t know how it was to be a victor. But if it was always like this, it sure as hell wasn’t as sweet and perfect as they said on all of those capitol broadcasts.

That night you and Finnick shared your first ever kiss. A long,loving and passionate kiss. This time on the lips for a change.

And you were beaming. It was finally happening.

He was ecstatic. The kiss made him forget all about what Snow said. He knew he had to do it anyway. He just got you, he couldn’t lose you so quick.

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Ever since that night on the beach you and Finnick had been together.

As the tragedy of Mr and Mrs Odair’s passing struck it hit you like a truck. They were like your second set of parents. A big part of your family.

Their passing was so sudden and yet nobody questioned anything. No matter how close you had been you never found out how they died. Finnick said it was a boating accident, but their boat was still at the docks.

You didn’t want to question it any further as Finnick was clearly already struggling with everything, and who were you to scold him some more now?

The reaping for the 69th hunger games came quicker than ever. Your last reaping.

Thankfully you were safe once more and now it was over. You were now 18 years old and free from having to participate in the games. It was truly a blessing.

Although something with Finnick was completely off.

He would come home from the capitol angry and distraught. You tried to confront him and ask him whats wrong but he would just shut you out.

He would either just storm out or lock himself in the bathroom.

He couldn’t escape you though, he was the one who asked you to move in anyway.

It was a constant battle. Finnick coming back home angry,lashing out and then holding you tightly in bed asking for your forgiveness for how he acted towards you.

You didn’t know how to feel. How were you supposed to react when the slightest thing could set him off?

How were you supposed to even act around him when you didn’t even know what was wrong?

So you took it upon yourself. Next time he came back home you stopped him in front of the bathroom.

You had begged him to tell you what was wrong. You were already a sobbing mess as he just shook his head. His eyes glistening slightly, tears threatening to flow.

“I need to take a shower…Please just move.” He told you, his voice cracking slightly. He wanted to fall into your arms and cry. He wanted to tell you everything so badly. But he already lost his family, he had to suck it up and do it for you.

He could still feel their lingering hands all over his body and all he wanted to do was just shower. Scrub away his skin and the rose scent of the capitol.

You just moved away from the door. You gathered some of your things and ran out of the front door.

You went home to your mother and didn’t tell Finnick. You figured he heard the door slam.

He did. He heard it loud and clear. He knew he had to tell you at some point. Because he was losing you. He stood in the warm shower for at least three hours, just scrubbing at his skin over and over again.

He didn’t want to have to tell you. He didn’t want to do this. He felt disgusting. He loves you so much. You trust him and he has to do this behind your back. Sell himself to the hungry capitol citizens.

He wished it was you. He wished it was just you. Every client he compares to you. The way their eyes will never be that same beautiful color that yours are, and the way they will never shine in the sunlight the way yours do.

He prays for it all to end as fast as possible, so he could go home back to you. But when he sees you it hurts. It hurts that you don’t have a clue about why he’s gone all the time, why he comes back so distraught.

So he just does what he became best at. He lies again.

He shuts you out saying he’s fine, he showers and climbs into bed falling asleep. And he repeats the cycle every time he comes back from the capitol.

Until one night.

You stayed up waiting for him. You couldn’t do it anymore. Did he find someone else? Was there someone special in the capitol? Was she prettier? Was she funnier? Did he enjoy her company more?

All those thoughts consumed you as he entered the house. The door slammed.

You knew what kind of night it was. He would just shower and ignore you completely. He wouldn’t even argue.

But you weren’t letting him do it anymore. You got up from the couch, his eyes wide as he saw you.

You looked up at him, shirt unbuttoned slightly, hair tousled and ruffled.

And then the worst of all. The marks on his neck.

That confirmed all of your suspicions. You and Finnick hadn’t done anything like that yet. He was very gentle with you and you were with him aswell. On the days where he was somewhat okay.

You just stood there, and he stood there aswell. Complete silence until your sobs and cries were filling up the room. Bouncing off of the walls.

He stepped closer and you just backed away. What else where you meant to do? You love Finnick more than anything. You were always there for him. You never ever said anything to him even when he acted like you were absolutely nothing to him.

“Please…just let me-” He tried to say before you cut him off. Before your hands, much smaller compared to his chest pushed him back.

“I’m not letting you do anything anymore!” You screamed out through your sobs. You could barely breathe. The anger and sadness all combined into one practically controlling you.

It had been a very long night of fighting. You kept going back and forth and he still didn’t give you a reasonable explanation. You were sure every resident of the victors village heard you two. He still wasn’t giving you any answers.

Finnick was about to crack, but he couldn’t. It was safer if you didn’t know. He just sat there letting you yell at him. What else could he do? You were right about everthing anyway.

That is until you got up and left.

You couldn’t do it anymore. The silence was eating you alive, so you ran out of the house and ran to the beach you and Finnick loved so much as kids.

You needed to be as far as possible from the victors village and one certain victor.

Finnick. The man you love, your Finnick. Had supposedly found someone better.

Was that what he wanted? Did he need more from you? Was what you were giving not enough?

One again your thoughts consumed you, you barely even realized that you were crying once again and also barely noticed the strong arms that had embraced you.

Finnick.

He followed you to the beach because he had to tell you. It was time. He couldn’t keep you in the dark anymore, it would only drive you further away from him.

“President Snow is selling me.” He blurted out. He didn’t even try to sugarcoat it. It was the harsh truth, and saying it out loud while holding the girl he loves in his arms truly made it sound even worse.

You looked up at him mouth agape. At first it took you a moment to register what he just said. Selling him? And then it hit you.

The bruises you noticed over the past few months, the marks on his neck.

All you could do was gasp. You cupped his face as gently as possible as now his tears were flowing like you’ve never seen before.

You held him that night, at the beach, at home and in bed. He told you everything.

You felt sick.

Not because you were disgusted by him, but because you were disgusted by what your supposedly great leader of Panem was doing to the man you love. He was ruining him.

He told you all about the victors trade. Each information he gave you broke your heart more. And when he finished it was just little bits and pieces left. It felt as if somebody stabbed you.

“I never wanted to do any of this…I only wanted to stay..I only wanted you.” He said his head was on your chest and you were playing with his hair.

“I know, I know.” You assured him kissing his head gently but passionately.

All he had ever done was for you. Every little thing. From helping you carry your shells home to selling himself just to ensure your safety. You were beyond grateful.

You promised him that you would never judge him, that you would hold him forever.

And that you did.

Each night when he came back you were there to hold him, help him scrub his skin, spray your vanilla perfume he loved so much all over the house and him to get rid of the smell of roses that lingered on his body and clothes.

You took care of him. You always would. It was him and you against the world. Against the awful and unfair world you lived in.

But your love was stronger. Strong enough to overcome the capitol. Snow couldn’t break you.

Even if he wanted to, you would always find your way back to each other.

And now holding him in bed as he finally calmed down, it felt as if it was just you and Finnick in the world.

Just you and your victor.

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HI GUYSSS!!! I hope you like this one i’m not so sure how I feel about it…

BUT ANYWAYS thank you @coca-lastic for the idea and I hope you like it!!!

Thank you for reading my previous post and thank you so much for all of the reposts and likes it means a lot 💝

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[lycheedr3ams]

Death's Angel

Part 7: Sacrifice

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 6 | Part 8

I know it's been a while since I've updated this series. My life has been super busy, and I even moved. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy! One more chapter to go. as a reminder, the taglist is closed

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series inspired by the art below!

It was evening when the horse Konig had chosen collapsed from exhaustion. You were stranded in the middle of the dark forest, hours away from any landmark you recognized. Your horse lay panting on the mossy forest floor, and you held your head in your hands.

"what are we going to do? we have no money! we're lost! they're going to come looking for us!" you mumbled furiously as you began to pace. konig came over immediately and put his large, solid hands on your shoulders.

"Engel, i told you i would take care of you, didn't i?" he asked as he lifted your chin to look up at him. he gently wiped away your warm tears with his axe-calloused thumbs. "i will figure this out. we will be okay."

"but..but how! and all the gifts you gave me, they're back at the castle, and --" you nearly shrieked. you had never had a panic attack before, had never felt such fear and confusion. your life, unlike konig's, had always been planned out, set in stone, predictable, cushy. every hour of every day was always set with lessons and meals and events. but now your dress was torn, and your broken heals lost during the escape. the cold, damp earth almost stung underneath your soft feet. konig squeezed your shoulders and shook you.

"Engel!" he said, a bit louder this time. you looked up at him with wide eyes. "we are going to be okay. i told you i would take care of you, and that is exactly what i shall do. do not worry about the things i gave you. i will give you that and tenfold again."

he pulled you into a tight hug, grounding yourself in his body rather than your racing, chaotic mind. his arms were almost rock solid, but his body was so, so warm as he embraced you. for a moment, the entire world faded away, and it was just the exiled princess and her forbidden love.

the furious panting of your exhausted horse also brought you back to reality. you gently turned your head against konig's chest and looked at the poor creature laying on the ground.

"will he be okay?"

konig gently rubbed your head. "yes, we just exhausted him. we're not going to be able to go anywhere else for the night. we should not be discovered out here."

you look up at konig. "but what if we are discovered?"

his eyes were soft as he looked down at you. "then i will protect you."

you looked at him sadly. "i hope it doesn't come to that."

"as do i, Engel," he soothed as he cradled your head. "for now, we need to rest. we cannot risk a fire, the smoke will draw the soldiers. we will have to lay close for warmth."

you smile softly at him and can't help the heat that surges to your cheeks. "i'm not complaining."

konig chuckles quietly. "and neither am i."

konig removes his overcoat and wraps it around you before gesturing for you to lay on the mossy ground.

"i..." you look at the moss, feeling a little disgusted.

"ah," he said as he shook his head. "you've never slept on the ground. i almost forgot."

you look uneasily down at the damp, green moss, and take a deep breath. "it's fine." you offer konig an uneasy smile as you hesitantly lay down on the moss. the only surface you had ever slept on was silken sheets on a down bed. never once had you imagined you would be sleeping on cold, damp moss with the one whom you were never permitted to speak to.

konig laid down behind you and wrapped his arm around you, spooning you. "when i build us a house, Engel, you will have the finest sheets and silk like you once did."

you rub his arm. "konig, i don't need any of that. all i want is you."

he gently squeezes your shoulder. "yes, yes, but i still want you to have the finest sheets."

you turn around slightly and lift his hood up to reveal his surprisingly soft lips. you look into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before you closed the gap between you and gently kissed him. you had never felt your humanity so intensely as you did in this moment: laying on the damp earth, kissing your forbidden love under a canopy of leaves and stars.

you snuggle into konig's chest and wrapp yourself tightly around him.

"sleep well, Engel," he whispers. "all will be well."

...

"send out all our troops to find the executioner! he has kidnapped my daughter!" your father screeched to the army commander the moment he saw you and konig disappear beyond the castle grounds. the army commander bowed and swiftly went to assemble his soldiers. your mother broke down on the ground, crying hysterically. your sisters stared in disbelief and disgust.

"you have your orders," the army commander said to his hastily formed troops. "you are to find the princess, and kill the executioner on sight."

the mail-clad soldiers nodded, and set off on horseback to every last corner of Austria.

...

the next morning, you and konig began to wander the wilderness on horseback. with no sense of direction other than the sun, all you knew was that you were heading far, far away from Austria. your heart nearly leapt out of your chest whenever a stray bird rustled in the leaves, or when a deer leaped through the forest. konig sat behind you on the horse with his arms around you as he held the reins. his eyes were sharp from beneath his hood as he constantly scanned the forest for threats.

by midday, you could see a break in the forest. and beyond the meadow that lie past the forest, a silhouette of a mountain could be seen.

"once we reach the mountains, they will surely never find us," konig assured you as he kicked the horse to a trot.

you nodded and held onto the horse's mane.

"HALT!" a voice sounded from behind you.

you froze completely, and all the blood drained from your face. konig stopped the horse instantly.

"turn the horse around," the voice commanded. konig obeyed.

you came face-to-face with a small band of soldiers from your kingdom's army, ones sent by your father. they drew their swords and bows on their horses.

"by decree of the king, executioner, you are to be killed for your crime of kidnapping the princess," the leading knight said in a stern voice.

your eyes widened and your breath almost died in your throat.

"no! i wasn't kidnapped! I went willingly!" you yelled, startling your horse a little. konig whispered something in your ear.

"princess, there is no need to worry. you will be okay from here on out. we will save you," another soldier said.

"no! i mean it! i went with him on my own!" you shook your head as tears began to fall down your face as you panicked. konig did not take his eyes off any of the soldiers for an instant.

"you have been brainwashed, princess, by this devil," the leading solider said. "please, your highness, dismount the horse."

you began to hyperventilate, the air suddenly feeling quite thin in your lungs. your vision on the periphery began to blur, and you could barely hear your voice as you screamed.

"i haven't been brainwashed! I went willingly! i wanted to escape!"

before you could say anything else, your horse was suddenly struck with an arrow right in its skull. the beast toppled over and sent you and konig tumbling to the ground. konig gently grabbed your head and lessened the blow of your skull against the earth.

"step away from the princess!" one knight yelled as they dismounted with weapons drawn.

you and konig still lay on the ground as the soldiers came closer with their swords and bows. you stood up in front of konig and wiped your tears. konig stared up at you in shock as the roles were suddenly switched as you protected him. A princess protecting an executioner; such a thing had never been seen before.

"i won't let you hurt him! he's done nothing wrong! i wanted to leave! can't you see?!" you yelled.

the soldiers quickly surrounded you and konig in a circle. konig hastily stood up but did not dare to touch you.

a knight held out his free hand to you. "princess, you will be safe now."

"NO!" you yelled as you backed into konig and bumped into him. the knights were getting closer to you and him. there was nowhere to run.

"Engel, do not do this," konig whispered to you. you turned and looked up at him in panic.

"do what?! i'm not going with them! I'm going with you!"

suddenly, a knight grabbed you by the arm and yanked you away from konig and out of the circle. konig now stood alone in the center of the circle, not even daring to defend himself against the armed group of knights. there was nothing he could do.

your heart pumped loudly and your blood rang in your ears as you saw a knight behind konig raise his sword.

you couldn't hear your bone-chilling scream as you pushed through the circle with inhuman strength and cast konig aside right as the sword swung.

a cold feeling tore through your chest.

all were frozen.

you looked down at your blood-soaked dress. you felt a pair of strong arms grab you and hold you tight, and the knights threw down their weapons.

your forbidden lover held you as your vision faded black.

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[miniwheat77]

Red Lipstick. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, age gap, not very much plot, (sorry if I missed any.)

This is not edited just yet XD

A groan leaves your lips as you’re walking away from him. Soap is harassing you again.

“Oh come on, you’re still not going?” He asks.

“Absolutely not. I’ll find a way out of it.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. Captain Price happens to be walking out of his office as the both of you pass by. “You’re not getting out of it.” He mumbles. “Son of a bitch. Please Captain, don’t make me go.” You groan. “It’s the dinner or I ask Soap to shoot you in the leg.” He laughs. “Wait, that’s it?” You say.

Captain Price looks entirely defeated. “No, Jesus Christ it was just a joke.” He laughs. Soap continues down the hallway as you talk to your Captain. “Come on. My family isn’t going to be there. There’s no reason I need to be there.” You whine. “Y/N, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “You have to go, those are my direct orders. My family won’t be there either. If nothing else, you can stay by my side the entire time.” He laughs. “Alright fine. But I’m going to bug you all night.” You mumble. “Fine by me, because you bug me anyways.” He shoves you with his elbow lightly and you roll your eyes. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, John.” You smirk, walking away from him. He rolls his eyes. When he steps into his room, he presses his back up against the door behind himself and rubs his eyes with a sigh. “Still on your ass huh?” Gaz laughs. He scares the life out of his Captain, John jumping and reaching for his gun instinctively but stops himself. “Jesus Christ Garrick, the hell are you doing in here?” He groans. “Can’t get away from any of you.” He mumbles. “If you want her to like you back, you’re going to have to try harder than that.” He smirks. “For the last time Kyle, I don’t like her.” He groans. “You’re a horrible liar.” He groans. “Alright, even if I did like her, she’s half my damn age and would never go for someone like me. So this conversation is over.” He opens his door and motions for Gaz to step out. “You’ll never know unless you try old man.” Gaz laughs.

John rolls his eyes. Gaz walks out and he’s left there alone.

The way his name comes off of your lips, it’s like a drug. Even if you are saying it sarcastically to get under his skin. Gaz is right. He likes you. He’s pretty sure he’s fallen in love with you. He’s worked with you before. When he first thought about the task force, you were chosen immediately. Not only were you skilled in every way, but he adored you.

—

“Ugh. Please tell me I can miss it, I hate this.” You groan, barging right into your Captains room. You hear him laugh, he’s in his bathroom. The door is open so you assume he’s fixing his hair or something. “You’re going to be fine.” He laughs. You groan out. He walks out of his bathroom, walking toward his nightstand for his items that he usually carried with him. Picking them up and shoving them into his pocket. “Nothing about this is fine.” You groan again. “You are so pathetic, I never knew you could complain this much.” He laughs. He turns around, breath hitching in his throat. His eyes go wide and he kicks himself for not looking at you sooner. “Wow.” He laughs. Your cheeks go red, and you look away from his watchful eyes, curling into yourself. “You look very beautiful Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you. But I hate this.” You walk into his room further, making yourself at home on his bed. You were much different from any other soldier on his task force. You were so comfortable around him. Always came into his room or his office with any issues you had, always talked to him the most out of everyone. He assumed with how much older he was than you that maybe you just saw him as a father figure and that bothered him. He had so much to say, so many feelings for you but he didn’t want to ruin this friendship that he thought he had built with you. He imagines that it’s all in his head. That you must be like this with everyone else, that he’s reading into it too much. But for now, he’d hold onto it. He’d imagine that in this massive world full of so many people that it’s just you and him. He’s okay with that.

You lay down on your stomach on his bed, picking up a little picture frame that’s sitting on his nightstand, looking at it. You smile, seeing the picture in it is a group photo of the task force. You can see your reflection in it, tugging the small tube of lipstick from where you had tucked it away and carefully applying it while he finished getting ready. When you sit up again, his eyes travel to you again, you were wearing a dress, something he’d never seen you in before. When he realizes you’ve put on bright red lipstick, his heart nearly stops in his chest and he shoves his hands into his pockets, looking to the ground. “S-so uh.. you ready to go to the hall?” He asks. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You mumble. Standing up and following him out.

Throughout the night, you stick by your Captains side. You were the only two that didn’t have any family showing up to these events. Everyone is settling in with their families, they haven’t seen them in months. You and your captain give them privacy and time for themselves. You’re both leaning up against the wall outside, it has gotten warm inside and you decided to take a breather. “So.. why couldn’t Mrs. Price be here?” You ask. “Because there isn’t one.” He laughs. “Oh?” You look up at him. “Hard to keep relationships in this kind of job, sweetheart.” He laughs. “You got that right.” You smile, looking down at your feet. “Are you glad you came?” He asks. “No, not really. Seeing everyone else with their families.. it just hurts my feelings.” You laugh. “Yeah, me too. But you got to spend time with the coolest person around so it wasn’t too big of a loss.” He winks. You smile at him. After a few more minutes of silence, he breaks it again. “You don’t have a boyfriend or anyone? Not even one person that’ll show up to these?” He asks. “No, just like you I learned my lesson about relationships in this job pretty early on. They either go so well or crash and burn.” You laugh. “Yeah.. you’re right.” He rests his head back against the wall. He wants to scream. Yell until his voice is scratchy, scream out loud how much he likes you, how much he adores you. “I like red on you, compliments your skin.” He smiles. “Thank you. I didn’t take you for a suit guy either but you pull it off well.” You smile. He laughs. “Thank you. It’s not really my thing.”

“Yeah, this isn’t mine either.” You laugh. “I’d much rather be wearing a baggy shirt and sleeping right about now.” He smiles. “Why don’t you go back to my room and wait for me? I’ll finish up here, we’ll watch a movie or something. Take your mind off things.” He smiles.

“That sounds amazing.” You smile. He puts out his cigar, stepping back inside. You make your way back to the base.

Captain Price says his good nights to everyone, telling everyone how they can help him out by cleaning up after themselves and than finally excusing himself.

You got caught up talking to Soap as you passed by him, and when Captain Price approached, he made conversation with the both of you as well. Until of course Soap needed to get back to his girlfriend. You walked along with Captain Price to his room, and he opens the door for you to step inside. When he closes the door, you feel different. Something feels off. “You want a shirt of mine to wear?” He asks. “I could just go get one of my own-“

“Nonsense. You’re already here.” He smiles. He passes it to you and once it’s in your hands, the air feels thick. You quickly go into his bathroom, changing out of your dress and into the baggy shirt. You aren’t sure why you’re nervous around him, he’s your Captain, you’ve never been nervous before. You step out of the bathroom and see him sliding a t-shirt over his head, the muscles on his back flexing as he pulls it over himself. Your stomach falls, turning your head away from him with a gulp. What the fuck? Since when did you start feeling this way toward him? You can feel the heat pooling in your panties and you contemplate going back into the bathroom. Worried since you’re only wearing his shirt. “You don’t have to hang out with me you know.” He smiles, looking at you. He moves closer to you, only now do you realize how he towers over you. “Why wouldn’t I?” You laugh nervously. “Just.. seems boring. I’m your Captain. Way older than you.” He smiles. You look down, nervously playing with your fingers. “Age gaps never bothered me. I get along with everyone just the same.” You blush. He narrows his eyes. Stepping toward you. You freeze up and he reaches up, cupping one side of your face and leaning into you. You freeze up, for a minute, you think he’s going to kiss you. He raises his thumb up to wipe away the lipstick you’ve smeared, the way that you react to him doesn’t go unnoticed. He notices the way you stiffen up, eyes glancing to his lips. Maybe you want him too.

He knows he’s got to be imagining things. He wipes the lipstick off, following the line of your lip to know where to wipe. “There. Fixed it.” Your cheeks are burning when he steps away. You needed to get a hold of yourself, he’s your Captain for christs sake.

You don’t know where the feelings are suddenly flooding in from. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been nothing but absolutely kind to you since the day he met you. He always tries to make you feel included because he sees you getting left out when the other guys are doing something. I mean hell, he could’ve been chatting with anybody during the military ball, but instead he was standing next to you. Keeping you company because he knew how much you hated it, how uncomfortable you felt. He let you treat him like a best friend, not your Captain. You walked into his room anytime you wanted and he never complained. He always made you feel at him, and during missions.

He always reassured you, and did everything he could to keep you safe.

“Uh.. earth to Y/N. You okay?” He asks. “Oh. Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” Your cheeks are burning. “Something bothering you?” He asks.

Ugh, curse him and his kindness.

“No, I’m okay. I was just enjoying not being in that damn dress anymore.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

You make your way toward him, sitting down next to him in his bed. You pull his shirt down, trying to cover yourself up the best you can as he messes with his IPad. You’ve sat next to him during dinner watching videos before so this isn’t out of the ordinary.

As the movie goes on, you’re getting more comfortable, eventually laying on your side next to him, not realizing that his shirt has ridden up over your hip slightly. He’s noticed though. He moves himself down the bed too, and you move up closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. John hates it, he knows how wrong it is for him to react this way but his body betrays him, he’s painfully hard in his sweatpants and he’s pulled the blanket up and over him to hide it. He feels like a pervert when it comes to you. Because you’re so sweet and kind. Confiding in him, trusting him. But all he can think about is how you must sound. With his head buried between your thighs, squirming underneath him. Moaning out his name. You’ve got to sound so pretty.

He can’t take it anymore.

He adjusts the way he’s laying, propping himself up onto his elbow. He pauses the movie and lays it down. He’s looking at you. “Everything okay Captain?” You ask. “Yeah.. I just..” he sighs. Reaching his hand out and placing it onto your hip. Just below your panty line. You glance down, lips parting. Your eyes get a little wider, and you look up at him. He tugs you toward him, leaning into you. “You can stop me.” He breathes. He’s surprised by your silence. He’s leaning into you. This is it, he’s going to kiss you.

You take him completely by surprise, meeting him halfway and wrapping an arm around his neck as you jump to kiss him. John feels almost as if his body lights on fire. He pulls you closer to him, his fingers on your bare skin is driving him fucking crazy. He kisses you, and you move a little more, until you’re straddling his hips, resting your hands on his chest as you kiss him. The desperation is apparent, throwing you both into another Galaxy as you kiss each other. You moan into his lips when he raises his hips up into yours, you can feel how hard he is. When you pull away, you look down at him. Seeing that his eyes look darker than usual, the look in them is something you’ve never seen before. Pure lust and adoration. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathes. “I have for a long time.”

“I like you too.” You breathe.

The way you’re staring at him, lipstick smeared beyond repair this time. Bambi eyes full of lust. He knows this is it. He’s going to make you his. He pulls you into him again, kissing you even harder than the last. It only lasts a few seconds before you’re grinding your hips down into him. He moans into your mouth moving his hands down to tug his sweatpants down, boxers going with them. He doesn’t move his lips from yours for even a second. You’re grinding against him, the only keeping you from him is your thin panties.

Enough is enough.

He doesn’t realize what you’re doing, moving your panties to the side and raising yourself up.

He doesn’t realize it, not until you’re swallowing him up. He moans into your lips. Pulling away to watch you lower yourself onto him. A whine leaves his lips, something you never imagined you’d ever hear before. “Oh fuck- you feel so good.” He breathes. When you’ve slid down onto him completely, hips resting against his. Your thighs shiver. He’s big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. It makes it hard to move yourself onto him. He touches up against places inside that you didn’t know were there.

You raise yourself up, trying your hardest to stay quiet. A mewl leaves your lips and you’re trying to steady yourself. “Ah-“ you smile, biting your lip. Resting your hands on his chest. “Struggling?” He smiles up at you. “Yeah just not used to you.” You moan as he lifts his hips up into you. Your legs buckle and you rest on him again. “Fuck!” You gasp. He smiles, grasping hold of your hips and rolling over until your underneath him. “You’ll get used to me baby.” He breathes. He pushes your thighs up, holding you steady as he starts to rock his hips into yours. You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back. Something about watching you fall apart beneath him sends sparks shooting through him. He reaches up, grasping your hand and tugging it away from your mouth, his pupils are blown out. You can tell he’s waited a long time for this. “I don’t care who hears. I’ve waited too long for this to give a shit.” He draws his hips back, thrusting back into you. A gasp leaves your lips, he’s figured you out so quickly, knowing the inside of you like the back of his hand. Thrusting relentlessly into your spongy spot. You can’t keep yourself quiet as he hammers his hips into yours.

He’s focused, knowing now that if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll be his.

You go quiet beneath him, eyes staring between the both of you. You’re watching his cock disappear into your weepy pussy before reappearing. Wet with your arousal. He smiles, admiring the way you clutch onto his arm for dear life as you watch intently. “You like watching me fuck you, darling?” He breathes. You look up at him, nodding your head. “I like it too, getting so wet.” He groans. The squelch from him entering your drenched cavern makes him want to drool. It’s too much. He can feel his lower stomach clenching up, his high is approaching fast. He’s drawing you into him which is exactly what he wants. He knows if he makes you feel good enough, you’ll get addicted to him. He wants you, all to himself. “John- I… I’m gonna cum.” You pant. Looking up at him. He lifts a hand from your thigh, holding your chin to force you to look at him. “Look at me darling, I want you to look at me when you cum.” He breathes, holding you to look at him. You lock eyes with him, deep in thought as he pushes you closer to your high with each thrust into your spongy spot. A couple more thrusts and he’s sending you right over the edge, a cry leaving your lips. You almost miss the groan that leaves his lips when he reached his own high. Completely forgetting to pull out of you. A couple more thrusts to ride out your high is all he can handle before your clamping around him is too much to bare. He slides out of you, earning a gasp from you.

He moves himself next to you, toying with the hem of his shirt you’ve got on. “Suppose we should talk about this ah?” He smiles.

You nod your head, crimson creeping up your cheeks. Just as he’s about to start, a knock at his door drags him away from you. “Jesus.” He groans. He quickly adjusts himself. “Wait J-“ he opens the door before you get the chance to earn him, “Garrick, what do you want?” He asks. Gaz has a smirk on his face. “Just wanted to say congrats,”

“What? For what?”

“For becoming a man, Cap.”

John rolls his eyes at him, going to close the door, “nice lipstick by the way.” Gaz says as John closes the door.

John’s eyes widen, he’d forgotten about your lipstick. “Fuuuuck.” He groans. “Such a nosy bloke.” He starts rubbing the lipstick off of himself. You giggle at him. “Tried to warn you.” You mumble. “Oh well.” He laughs.

He makes his way over to you, sitting down next to you. “I uh.. I’ll understand if you want this to be a one time thing.” He breathes. You take in a deep breath. “I don’t want that.” You mumble. “So what do you want to do darling? You’re going to catch a lot of shit from people if they ever find out you’re with someone as old as me.” He nudges you. He smiles. “I’m good at dealing with people.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’re a brat.” He laughs. “Yeah? It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it.” You smirk.

“Oh? Really?” He smiles, reaching a hand out and pushing you back into the bed, “I’ll show you what I do to bratty girls.” He smirks.

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[chrisevansonly]

𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒓 | 𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏

☁︎max verstappen x female reader

☁︎you know just how to select the perfect pumpkin, and it’s time your boyfriend learns how as well…

☁︎no warnings, very cute fall fluff!

☁︎my third fall celebration fic! thank you guys for reading and enjoying! it means the world to me!

October was the season for pumpkins, growing up you cherished the time you’d visit local farms and spend the days picking the best pumpkins for your house to decorate for the fall season. It wasn’t until you’d met your boyfriend Max that you realized there really weren’t any places to go pumpkin picking in Monaco. The city itself was filled with luxury in every aspect, which was beautiful but you missed your pumpkins and the fun of picking them in the fall.

“Babe you busy?”

Hearing Max’s voice grow closer to where you sat in the living room you smiled

“No, is everything okay?”

“Mhm just need you to back a little bag”

You looked at him confused, placing a bookmark between the pages of your novel and getting to your feet

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise you’ll see.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laughing at the skeptical look on your face before he watched you disappear upstairs, returning after a few minutes with a little bag packed.

“Do I get a hint at least?”

“We’re flying to Munich, that’s all you need to know”

Before you could get another word in he was taking your hand and ushering you outside and towards the car, a smile on his face while you were dying to know just what he was planning.

Max loved the element of surprise.

-

“Can I look now?”

“One second”

“Max….”

His hands came up and untied the blindfold you had on, when your eyes adjusted to the light around you, the sight in front of you brought a smile to your face.

“You-what…? Max you brought me to a pumpkin patch?”

He nodded taking your hand as you began to walk towards the pumpkins

“I know how much you love fall and Monaco isn’t the most fall place for pumpkin picking so I just thought why not”

“You remembered…”

You paused looking up at him as he smiled, placing a gently kiss on your lips

“Of course I did baby”

Pulling him into a bone crushing hug, you couldn’t help the warmth that had spread through your heart at this surprise, to someone else it may have meant nothing, but to you it meant everything.

“So how about you show me how it’s done miss pumpkin connoisseur?”

If Max could replay the sound of your laughter on repeat he would, it was his favourite sound in the world. Watching as your eyes lit up before taking him throughout the rows of pumpkins, all which varied in size and colour, seeing you this happy was worth everything to him.

“Are you listening my love?”

Max hums, snapping himself out of his thoughts to see you standing there with a cart, a pumpkin already sat nicely within it.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I was saying, these are the perfect pumpkin, if they stay sitting when you place them down, the bottoms are flat, these are easiest for carving!”

He nods

“Then we have these ones-”

Pointing to a group of smaller almost gourd looking ones you looked back towards him

“These are more like gourds, so you can decorate your table with them, or make little crafts with them, I used to turn them into turkeys with my family”

Max couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he watched you so vibrantly explain everything you knew about them. He remained by your side, pulling the cart along as you filled it with pumpkins of all shapes, sizes and colours, making sure to tell little facts about each one.

“Alright, I think we have enough…”

You checked over the cart once more frowning slightly at the amount you’d chosen

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I think I chose to many…”

Max took your chin in his grip softly, tilting your face up so you were looking at him, a smile on his face noticing the hesitation in your eyes

“You can never have too many pumpkins y/n, I brought you here for a reason, I think you chose the perfect amount”

“Really?”

Pressing a kiss to your lips he was quick to answer your question

“Really.”

There was quite literally nothing that could wipe the smile off your face as you took your pumpkins and paid for them, loading them into your rental car and knowing they were coming home with you. Never in a million years would you have thought Max would remember that little joy of yours from growing up, and today he exceeded your expectations, only making you fall more in love with the man who held your heart so gently.

“Thank you for my pumpkins honey…I love them so much..but I do love you more”

Max smiled taking your hand in his as he brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles

“You’re welcome, I’d do anything for you, including spend a whole day at a pumpkin patch in Germany, if it means seeing that smile of yours”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you settled into the passenger seat as he pulled away from the fields of pumpkins

“I love you you just as much baby, I cant wait to see what you do with all of these”

Max was a little scared to see just how many pumpkins you’d picked, and what you were planning to do with them, but he would be more than willing to help you with whatever you’d started to envision.

He was dating a pumpkin connoisseur, it was in his boyfriend job description.

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Love hate

Warnings : rude Jake , profanity, fluff

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Word count : 1k

"shut up no , I want the single bed" Jake snapped when sam suggested you share beds with Jake .

"There is no single bed Jake , we're all sharing" josh told Jake.

"I don't wanna share with Jake either" you crossed your arms on your chest .

"Look , the cabin has 2 bed rooms, Sam and I in one room and you and y|n in the second. That's that" josh said before getting up to leave , tired of you and Jake bickering the whole camping trip .

Y'all were friends ever since little and were like family. But as y'all grew to be older Jake had become unreasonably mean to you .

You huffed before storming away to the bedroom you were supposed to share with jake , so you could choose your side of the bed before he did .

"I want that side" Jake said as soon as he walked in .

"To bad" you said as you stayed put at your chosen side .

Jake ignored you and came up to your side of the bed , grabbed all your stuff and tossed it over the bed to the other side of the room.

"Hey!" You yelled as you grabbed your bag out of his hand before he could toss it off .

"Stop being a whiny bitch and let me have this side" Jake said rudely as he grabbed the bag back out of your hand and tossed it over the bed .

"If you wanted this side you should've come here first!" You yelled as you stood off the bed . No point sitting on that side now because Jake had already replaced your stuff with his junk .

"Yeah well I didn't ,what are you gonna do about it ?" Jake asked , making you furious.

"Asshole" you said to yourself as you stormed to the other side of the bed , picking up all the stuff Jake had tossed and setting them tidy before you got into the bed . Deciding to not pick a fight over this and act mature , at least if he wasn't going to .

Why was he even so mean to you ? Sometimes you would sit up all night to try and think of the day when he started acting like this , trying to remember what you did to piss him off so badly.

The rain began to pour as you got into bed . Stupidly, Sam booked the cabin without checking if there were heaters "The real wilderness experience" he called it .

You lay on the edge of the bed ,as far away as you could from Jake who was also far away . The blanket tugging as y'all shared it across the bed causing a gap of cool air under the blanket between y'all .

You thought you could sleep it off but the rain got heavier , you started shivering from the cold , inching closer to Jake , tempted for his body warmth.

He seemed to be having trouble sleeping too , not a care about how you were doing tho . He pulled on the blanket , turning on his side , back facing you , almost fully exposing you out in the cold .

"Jake I'm cold-" you trembled as you tried to pull your share of blanket back weakly.

"Stop being cold then" Jake said , his back facing you coldly.

"Jake please- I'm really cold" you sit up and tug the blanket from him.

"God would you stop fucking whining all the time about everything!? It's so annoying" Jake spoke loudly as he threw you some blanket.

You felt your chest hurt to hear how much he just hated you .

"What the hell did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much?" You asked , knowing he'd just ignore you.

You used the little sheet he gave you to cover yourself, the gap between you and him now smaller as you lay on your side back facing him again. You didn't care you just needed warmth .

You shivered quietly under the blanket , closing your eyes to try and sleep it off , but every mean thing Jake had ever said to you played in your head . You felt tears slide down the side of your face and your cold nose get blocked .

You wished you didn't seem so weak , shaking pathetically . You were sure Jake could feel you shaking and he didn't give a shit .

You accidentally let out a sniffles after trying so hard not to make a sound while crying. You cursed yourself mentally.

You panicked when you felt the bed move slowly from Jake's movements . You held your breath for a when you felt Jake had rolled up next to you.

"Y|n?" Jake called , leaning over your shoulder to look at your face which you tried to hide .

"Are you-?" Jake muttered , his sentence unfinished when he held your jaw and faced you to him , finally seeing your glossy eyes .

"fuck off Jake" you say, smacking his hand away from you , voice evident that you were crying.

Jake said nothing or moved for a couple seconds . Untill he snaked one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, his legs tangled with yours , making sure his warm feet were on your cold ones as he lay spooning you , pulling you into his embrace.

Your eyes were wide open and your body frozen in shock , your heart was racing. Jake was disgusted to even look at you, and now here he was cuddling you in bed .

You opened your mouth to say something.

"I'm sorry" Jake spoke before you , stuffing his face into your neck as he cuddled you tighter. He sounded so genuinely sorry . Like he was in the verge of tears. If only he knew the number of times he'd made you cry before.

"What-?" you muttered in shock under your breath .

"I'm such a dick y|n, I'm sorry" Jake repeated, thinking you didn't hear him right the first time. You gulped slightly as you processed what he was saying

Your body froze tensed when you felt his lips press against the skin on your neck , leaving a hard peck like he was trying to apologise .

You wondered if he could feel your heart thumping out of your chest as he pulled away .

He propped himself on his elbow to lean over you and turn you over on your back . You looked up into his eyes. You'd never seen Jake look like that , with so much adoration and guilt .

He cupped your cheek and wiped the half dried tears away leaning down to your face , making your face scrunch up . His lips gently kissed yours and you felt like you had died right in that moment.

He was so gentle with you , like you were the most delicate thing. You'd never expect it out of Jake .

You couldn't find yourself to kiss him back you were too shocked and confused.

Jake broke the kiss and looked into your eyes , caressing your cheek with his thumb , still propped on his elbow on his other arm.

"Do you hate me?" He asks , his voice dripping with guilt . You didn't know how to answer him because you didn't know what to say.

There's no way you could possibly hate him , No matter how mean he was to you , and you never understood why but you just couldn't hate him.

You threw yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck , nuzzling your face into his neck as his hand snuck around your waist to pulled you closer. You felt Jake smiling widely when he pecked your cheek between the hug , caressing your back to warm you up .

Part 2?

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[staytinyville]

OUTLAW (10)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

The boys had explained to you that at the end of the day when they all got off work they would go to pick you up at your home. You didn’t question it, choosing to take the time to get out of your work stench. You had no idea where it was they were going to take you but you felt much more refreshed after taking a bath.

Your mother had looked at you oddly when you had chosen to bring in buckets of water into the basin from the well. She didn’t question you just yet, instead choosing to watch you closely. It was when there was a knock on the door that your mother came to a conclusion. 

“Good evening.” Yeosang’s voice rang out through the house. “I'm here for (Y/N).”

“Oh!” Your mother looked at him oddly. “Yeosang? You're taking (Y/N) out-”

“I'm right here.” You crawled under your mother’s arms, standing next to Yeosang on the porch. “Yes, we are going to the auctions.” You smiled at her.

“Oh, you and Seonghwa?” Your father turned up behind your mother, raising a brow when he noticed the other boy standing at the bottom of the steps. 

“Yes sir. I do hope it's not a problem.” Seonghwa answered from where he was. 

“Not at all.” Your father shook his head. “I do expect her to be home at a reasonable time though. As much as I like you I still have to be a father.” He chuckled. 

You almost frowned at the thought of your parents just letting you fend for yourself. While you were happy to be going out with the boys it did feel like a ping in your chest to realize that your parents were hopeful about you leaving the house. 

You were an adult, you were meant to be out of this house by that point. However, you guessed it had to do with the fact that you felt like you weren’t ready. At least two weeks ago you did. 

“That is no problem. I'll be sure to have her home before things get too bad.” Yeosang politely nodded his head. 

“Be careful, dear.” Your mother gave you a bright smile, hugging you. 

“Bye mom.” You hugged her back. 

You waved to your father, turning to catch Yeosang holding his arm out for you to take. You gladly hooked your hand on his bicep, letting him lead you down to where Seonghwa was. Subconsciously, when the man went to follow after you two, you hooked your other hand onto his bicep as well. The two men had smiles over their features at how attached you felt towards them. 

You noticed two horses waiting at the posts your house had. While vehicles were a thing now, they were much too expensive for your family. Wagons were easy to come by but when it was just two/three people why have to lug such a huge thing around. It was much easier to travel by horse for the three of you. 

Yeosang helped you up onto one of the animals, allowing you to sit sideways due to the dress you wore. When he felt you wouldn’t slip off on your own, he hauled his feet over the side of the large animal and scooted closer to the front of the saddle to give you room behind him. 

“All good?” He questioned over his shoulder. 

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his torso to keep from falling backwards or forwards. It wasn’t a common thing to see women wearing pants. And because of that it wasn’t often they would be riding horses. The ones who did were led by their husbands or were just for show in a parade. You hadn’t really thought about how tough it was to move around in a skirt. It was how you lived and worked. 

The two men started moving along the road, heading towards the hotel. You tilted your head, frowning when you began to wonder where it was they were going. As they turned onto the main road, you finally voiced your curiosity. 

“We actually going to the auction now?” You grinned. 

“Nah, there's nothing good.” Seonghwa answered as he pulled his horse to trot next to you and Yeosang. “Your family is still looking. Can't take you into the woods in front of them can we.”

You hummed, giggling to yourself at the thought of going into the woods with the two. When you all made it a safe distance away from your family’s estate, the both pulled their horses to a stop. 

“Seonghwa will take you to the others.” Yeosang got down from the horse, tapping your waist as he helped you down. “I have to go for Yunho at the docks. Jongho should be there already.”

You walked closer to Seonghwa who had gotten off to make room for you. Yeosang grabbed you by the hips to place you back on the saddle of the horse. You scooted forward on the saddle when Seonghwa made way to sit behind you instead of in front like Yeosang did.

“See you in a bit.” Yeosang smiled up at you.

“Pretty girl.” You felt Seonghwa’s breath hit the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.  

“Seonghwa.” You smiled up at him. He gave you a grin back before grabbing the reins and moving the two of you along. 

As you watched Yeosang go off in the opposite direction, the curiosity returned tenfold. You sighed to yourself, leaning back onto Seonghwa’s chest. 

“What was Yunho doing at the docks?” You asked.

Your eyes lifted up, watching as he grimaced. You could feel the sigh he let out as his chest deflated. Drifting to look back over the surroundings you dropped your shoulders. You were getting too comfortable with them. You had come up with some scenario that somehow they trusted you to tell you what was going on. It hadn’t been that long since they met you. You knew they weren’t going to tell you everything. You even told them so. 

“Police stuff.” Seonghwa sighed. “There were a few casualties. People started to claim it was the outlaws so he had to go and check it out.”

“Are they suspecting the boys?” You spoke quietly, watching for his reaction. 

“Yeah.” It was quiet for a while after that. 

It was a 15 minute ride to the campsite the gang had made. It looked like every other campsite one might come across. They had a small sized schooner wagon between some trees, the entire thing having been set down to rest some. There were tarps placed around the area as well; four by the looks of it. They must have been the tents the boys used to rest. Most of their things were outside hanging up. You could also make out a couple more horses grazing nearby. 

Seonghwa had walked you two past the clearing, catching the attention of the others waiting by the campfire circle they had made. 

“Sweetheart!” You heard someone’s excited shout from the camp. 

Seonghwa pulled himself off the horse, moving the reins just a bit to tighten them up. You watched as Wooyoung made his way over with a large grin on his face. His hands found purchase on your legs, pulling them around your waist. 

“Hi, Wooyoung.” You giggled when the boy immediately pulled you off the horse and wrapped his arms around your thighs. 

“Come see the others.” He set you down, grabbing onto your hand. “Sannie! Come greet, Sweetheart!”

Wooyoung pulled you towards one of the tents, calling out to the man you remembered to be the sharp eyed one. He had walked out of the tent, stretching a shirt over his arms as he pulled it over his head. Wooyoung subtly glanced your way, wanting to see if you would react to his shirtless friend in any way. However when he saw you hadn’t so much as looked away, he squinted his eyes. 

“Darling.” San’s sharp eyes peered down at you.

“Hi.” You bowed your head. 

San looked over at Wooyoung, shrugging his shoulders when he noticed his friend’s plan to get you flustered had not worked. Wooyoung turned you back around to the circle where you saw Jongho conversing with the pink haired man. You smiled as the three of you walked closer. 

“Hi, Mingi. How's your shoulder?” You asked. 

“It's fine.” He spoke quietly. “Really helped to get medical supplies.”

“I'm glad you're feeling better.” Your lips pulled over your teeth, causing the man to look away with a blush. 

“Mingi, Seonghwa.” A stern voice interrupted. All of you turned to where Hongjoong stood by a tent, eyes glaring as they looked at each of you. “May I speak to you?”

The two he had called to didn’t question it, following their captain into the tent. You clenched your jaw as you kept your eyes on him. He had given you one last glare before turning around to talk privately with the others. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you went back to looking over the camp.

“What's on your mind?” Jongho appeared next to you, watching the side of your face. 

“I wanted to come and meet the other boys properly.” You shook your head. “But it seems not all of them are happy with that.” Your face remained passive but Jongho could see you were upset about it.

“Hey, captain just needs time. He's a good person.” Jongho assured you. 

“Captain!” Someone shouted as they entered the campsite. 

Everyone turned to see Yunho jump off Yeosang’s horse before the man even came to a complete stop. The three men who were in the tent rushed out, all of them gathering closer to Yunho. 

“Yunho.” Hongjoong greeted. “So, what is it?”

“I managed to deter them from searching the area.” The tall man sighed deeply. “The person who was found dead had stab wounds, not bullet. Lucky us that you and Mingi have choice weapons.” He spoke, looking at the two who were considered outlaws. 

If it hadn’t been the two who stood next to you that had killed that person, than someone else was running around Cromer with a bloody knife. 

“There's a murderer in the city?” You spoke up before any of them had the chance of saying anything.

“There's plenty of killers.” Hongjoong spoke up. “There's just one who was sloppy about it.”

The way he looked at you had you unsettled. But you only looked at him with your own passive expression. You knew he meant a lot more than just the citizens. Hongjoong and Mingi were wanted for a reason. If it wasn’t for thievery, then it must have been for murder. 

“Come on, Darling.” San grabbed your bicep, pulling you along. “Wooyoung made dinner today.”

Yunho and Hongjoong had gone into the tent that the captain pulled Mingi and Seonghwa into. The others began to gather around some pots that were steaming over a low flame. Wooyoung had positioned himself behind it as he began to shuffle food into the bowls that were laying on a table next to him. 

A smile returned to your face as you watched the boys laugh over things as they waited for their food. You weren’t a stranger to the way they acted with each other, having seen them interact at the hotel. However the last time you had seen them all together was when you had cleaned up Yeosang and it was only for a few fleeting moments. 

You waited for all of them to sit down before you began to eat your food. Yeosang took a seat next to you on a log, followed by Jongho who took up your other side. The older man took notice of how you watched the boys all come to sit around the fire, not daring to move the spoon to your lips. 

As Wooyoung made his way over with his own bowl, your fingers finally moved over the metal to begin eating. It made Yeosang smile bashfully at your manners, the man quickly taking a spoonful of food to hide his growing blush. It felt nice to see you wait for all the members. 

Hongjoong and Yunho were quick to join you all, Wooyoung getting up to serve them plates as well. There was a lot of loud talking and open mouths full of food but you enjoyed their banter. When everyone finished up, you went to help Wooyoung wash the plates in a basin. 

“It was really good!” You smiled at Wooyoung. 

“Were you doubting me?” Wooyoung bumped his hip with yours. 

“Just a bit. You answered nonchalantly. 

“I am offended.” He said appalled. He shook his head at your words, going back to grinning. He dried his hands off with a rag before holding one out for you to grab. “Come on, before they start the stories without us.”

His fingers weaved between the two of yours, dragging you along to reach the light of the fire. You looked up at the purple sky, watching as the clouds created a rainbow of darkening colors. Wooyoung pulled you from your view as he sat down on a log, placing you down next to him. You made yourself comfortable as the boy seemed to hold onto your hand in his lap. 

The boys all went back to laughing once more, poking fun at each other and rattling off stories about their past. Most of them were tame really, nothing out of the ordinary you would classify as their past. Every gang had stories upon stories to tell about their time spent out camping in the woods or running from the law. 

You would laugh along with them as they recalled things for you. Somewhere in that time, Wooyoung had made himself comfortable along your side, moving you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You could feel his head nestling itself in the crook of your neck. As you laughed loudly at Yunho’s imitation of something Jongho did, you turned your head to see Seonghwa moving to sit next to you. 

“Tired yet?” He asked you. 

“With you guys?” You grinned. “Not at all.”

The man looked at Wooyoung wheezing from your shoulder before leaning closer to you so only you would hear him.

“You can move him off if he's bothering you.” He told you. “Woo is the touchiest out of all of us.”

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “He's fine.”

The fire had been caught in your eye which called Seonghwa’s attention. He felt something brush against his heart when he noticed a sparkle in them as you laughed with his brothers. He wasn’t inexperienced when it came to others. He was sure all of them were well versed in carnal desires. 

However, thinking about touching you in a way that wasn’t sexual made Seonghwa rethink all that he had done. He wasn’t ashamed, far from it. If he had to do it again he would in a heartbeat. It freed him from the life he was living. A life he felt was the same in every aspect. Like a record stuck on repeat until it was scratched too much to continue playing. 

Meeting you opened up something new for him. Something he had never experienced even in his past life. He wanted to be selfish and reach for it. He wanted it to be part of his routine. Unlike everything else this was something he didn’t want to get away from. 

“If you say so.”

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[m-feline]

No way out but his arms

Emperor Thrawn x Empress reader

You didn't choose to be the Empress. But Thrawn has his ways to get you to submit.

Picture made by @netmors

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (TBA)

All you could do was sit and watch outside the viewport to the bustling city below you. Once upon a time, you would have been in awe of the sight of Coruscant at night. But these days nothing made you happy. You barely recall the days when you were truly happy. You had loving parents, loving brothers and sisters, friends, and most importantly hope of something better. But now it was all gone. All because the Empire came back and its heir Grand Admiral Thrawn made a quick and unstoppable campaign to remove the New Republic before it could even settle down the government. In a matter of barely two years, the Grand Admiral became the new Emperor.

The first thing he did was to find you. And take you away. He left your family alive, of course he did, but in your eyes they were all now hostages to keep you obeying him. He knew very well that your parents were rebel sympathizers from the start. He had approached you a long time ago before the battle of Yavin, in order to expose them. What neither of you didn't expect was for him to become obsessed with you. He fell for your courage, your wisdom for your age, how you saw the big picture of things, your demure, but most importantly, your loyalty to a cause. He wanted all of it to stay at his side. He knew you would eventually betray the Empire. And when he went missing he wasn't surprised to later figure out that your family now stood at the side of the Republic. But you were still the same despite all that. Seeking a way to improve the lives of your people. The Republic didn't aid in that, in fact, Thrawn was sure if you would have stood as one of the Moff’s you could have made so much progress. But, if you stood at his side as an Empress, you could do so much more.

And here you were now, the Empress of the Empire, locked away in the most luxurious prison there ever was. Surrounded by the most lavish items, clothes, and art pieces that anyone could ever imagine. Servants coming for your every beck and call, people trying to impress you by words and sometimes even in actions. But it all felt as if your prison cell got wider, and your chains heavier.

Your family were humble nobles in the Mid Rim. They were now living in a big house with servants as many as any other nobles could have. They missed nothing. Well, you all missed one thing. Your big brother, who died in the hands of the Empire as he tried to lift the rebels again against the new Empire. But he barely created a handful of cells when he was discovered and dealt with. Your whole family should have been wiped out, but the Emperor, your husband, left it only with restrictions on the planet for the next three decades. Nothing too serious, but nowhere to hide if anyone ever tried the same again.

So now, your family was under so much surveillance that even you knew what it meant. If you made the Emperor angry enough your family was the first to go. You had resisted in the beginning very adamantly but after your brother's death and a call from your parents, all your fighting ceased. The reason Thrawn wanted you was for you to lead politically while he led the military. You didn't want to aid him, but if you didn't your family would pay the price. You shivered at the thought as you looked at your collection of jewelry waiting to be chosen for tonight's banquet. But those jewels were chains that kept you tied to him. You didn't want to attend but that could be just enough to anger Thrawn. What would people say when the Empress won't attend the Emperor's banquet? You sighed and simply turned to look at the view again. The servants will pick whatever would fit the gown and the occasion. You simply didn't care. You simply had to endure this event since it was the first one after your brother’s death.

Your mental preparation was interrupted as the doors opened and your husband walked in with two dark troopers at his side. All the servants stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads. You simply turned to see him with a solemn face. Unlike the previous Emperor, Thrawn always wore white and never hid his face under robes. He wore his plaques with pride, after becoming the Emperor, he raised his military rank to Supreme Admiral. Besides his white uniform and rank plaques, he now also wore a long white cape when he wasn't leading any ships. The cape bellowed as he walked to you. He just needed to raise his right hand and everyone around you scattered and left you alone with him. You didn't want to talk with him so you turned to face the viewport again.

“I see that you haven't progressed in selecting your attire for tonight,” Thrawn said as he eyed the jewels set for you to pick and leave untouched. “Do you have trouble choosing or are you simply stalling?”

“You know perfectly well what it is,” You said with a voice as cold as you can muster.

“Sometimes I wish I didn't,” Thrawn sighed and stepped to stand right behind you. “You do realize that your reluctance will bring more damage to you than it does to my image.” You tried to call out all of your self-control to not turn and say a few selected words that you have been holding in. It is one thing, to make things difficult and simply be slow or uncooperative. But a straight-out rebellion against him would indeed cause losses that you weren't ready to face.

“There is a rumor going on again,” Thrawn said leaning to your ear. “The Empress fights against the Emperor and is held against her will in the palace. Some people even mentioned another lover.”

“That's outrageous. There is no such thing,” You said angrily. If there was something you hated more than him, it was the ridiculous rumors and people who tried to benefit from them. “I'm not stupid enough to even try to cheat on you.”

“Of course not, especially if it will take down your family,” Thrawn said and placed his arms around you. You resisted the urge to push yourself away, you weren't in the mood for any of his approaches. Besides, you discourage yourself when sometimes you feel yourself falling under his touch as your body yearns his caresses. But not now, and not today.

“But the rumors still exist, and something must be done before someone unnecessarily gets hurt. You wouldn't want that, would you?” Thrawn asked.

“No, I don't,” You said, trying to keep yourself unaffected by his silent threat.

“Good, now I think our best way to put an end to these ridiculous rumors is for us to share a bed again,” Thrawn said. It was never simply to share the bed with him and you knew it. You would share not only the bed but the room and the bathroom. But it was his way to cut down the absurd rumors. A way that you both hated and regrettably enjoyed. But not now, not when your brother had died not so long ago.

“I’ll set time for later before you leave again for another campaign,” You said with a diplomatic voice.

“No, tonight right after the banquet,” Thrawn said as his grip on you got tighter. “I can't let some pest take the opportunity and try to approach my wife. My Empress.”

“I don't feel like it tonight. I don't feel so well,” You said, and you weren't lying. You always needed time to prepare yourself whenever you were meant to spend a night with Thrawn. Not just physically but especially mentally.

“Tonight, my dear,” Thrawn said with a tone that left no room for arguments. You tried to pry yourself off of his embrace and you did get away but only because he allowed it. That only meant one thing.

“I heard your little sister is progressing well in the Imperial Academy,” Thrawn said, looking out at the viewport that you were looking at before. Just hearing about your sister made your blood run cold. “It is delightful to hear that someone in your family does their best to live up to you. I certainly don't wish for her to get involved in anything unpleasant.”

“Stay away from her,” You tried to sound menacing but your voice broke. Just the thought of losing another sibling felt so dreadful.

“Maybe we should visit her sometimes. Or better yet invite her to the palace. I'm sure she would enjoy seeing her older sister again,” Thrawn said, ignoring your pathetic threat.

“You will not hurt her,” You said again and failed again at sounding serious.

“Now why would I ever do that?” Thrawn asked as if he had no idea. “Your sister isn't involved in anything treasonous. Yet.” Thrawn turned to leave, and you couldn't help but let the words slip from you like the bursting dam.

“Wait! Please,” You cried. Thrawn stopped but didn't turn to face you. You grabbed at your robe as you tried to push your pride away and do what needed to be done to save your family. “Please, I… I…”

“You what?” Thrawn asked, his tone turned cold.

“I will share the bed with you,” You finally let words out as sobs.

“I'm not convinced,” Thrawn said as he turned to face you but his voice was still cold. This wasn't the first time so you knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit and to beg for his love. It angered him that he had gotten this obedience through threats. If only you'd be like that from the beginning. One day, he might truly kill your family, and then the last chain to keep tamed would disappear. Fortunately, your family wasn't a small one. And hopefully just losing one brother will be enough.

You walked close to him and dropped to your knees before him. You reached for his gloved hand and kissed it softly.

“Please, forgive my rude behavior, husband,” You said between kisses. Thrawn didn't say anything, he just looked down on your crumbled appearance. You knew this wouldn't be enough. “Please, tell me how I can make it up to you.”

“I have some ideas,” Thrawn said, his voice finally growing warm. You let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't angry anymore. He wasn't going after your little sister, for now.

Thrawn gently grabbed your chin with the hand you had kissed a moment ago and made you look up to him. He had no trouble seeing the tears on your cheeks. Yet he still made you rise to stand before him. His eyes burned you as he kept eye contact.

“Remove the robe,” Thrawn said. You did as told since you knew that if you tried to disobey, tomorrow your little sister would be framed as a traitor.

The robe fell to the floor in a pool around your feet, what was left on you was a silk chemise that left you back more open that it barely could be called decent. Thrawn wasted no time in placing his hands on the skin now bare for him. His hands started from your sides and slowly went up and down. His thumbs just barely came to you breasts but still passed at the underside of your bosom. You tried to keep yourself steeled but failed miserably as a moan escaped your lips when his hands came to the hem of your chemise and dipped under the fabric. Thrawn didn't make it any easier as he latched to neck and began to kiss and suck a pulse point. He marked you from the neck and aroused you from below. You worried that he might take it further but at the same time wished he would get you off fast. And then he stopped and simply watched at his work on your neck.

“Wear the ruby necklace, it hides from afar these marks,” Thrawn said. “But it shows anyone near us to whom you belong.”

“Yes, your majesty,” You said in defeat. Thrawn kissed you sweetly to the forehead and then to your lips. When his lips parted from yours you could tell he was trying to hold back. His eyes devoured your look with the wrinkled chemise and the marks he left on you.

“Come to me after ten and ask me to leave the guests, then I’ll take you to my chambers,” Thrawn said, his voice slightly growling.

“Yes, your majesty,” You said, fixing your chemise. Thrawn was about to leave but he stopped and half turned to you.

“Remember you must come to me,” He said before he turned completely and left the room.

You waited till the doors shut behind him and then you fell to your knees and cried. You thought you were ready to face anything but your were proven wrong once again. Thrawn wasn't someone to be underestimated. He knew you better than yourself. He knew how to bend you and how to break you. And unless you bend as he wanted he most certainly would break you. You learned that the hard way. Now you had bent your will in time. Otherwise he would have made the coming night intolerable for you.

You wiped your face and tried to steel yourself again. You had now the time to change dress and the banquet before you would have been with him alone again. If you did well your sister will be fine. If you pleased him then perhaps you could convince him to let at least her out of his hostages. You had to prepare yourself.

The servant came in and helped you to change. No one said anything about the mark on your neck. They got you the necklace Thrawn had mentioned and found a dress that matched it. They offered to hide the marks with make up but you told them to stop. Thrawn wanted the rumors to die and hiding the marks wouldn't achieve that.

If you played the loving wife and Empress your family would live. Did they know what you had to do for them? Would they understand? That scared you as much as losing them. If they would hate you for what you had become, the trap had just gotten tighter around you. If you'd stop and fight back Thrawn would end them and your home would burn.

You had no other way to save them but lie in the arms of the man who was now the Emperor.

#star wars #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn x reader

[0sincerelyella]

request: I was thinking a Disney trip with the team, and Andrei and the reader get closer and the team teases Andrei about it?

Lover Boy ~ Andrei iosivas

Summary: Andrei and the team go on a team bonding retreat to disney, they each get to take a spouse or loved one and andrei brings his girlfriend, y/n, who has never met the team unlike the other girls have. she lives across the country, and hasn’t seen andrei in a long time. this vacation will be one to remember

notes: AHHH i love love love andrei iosivas guys

(THE TOUNGE??????)

Y/n excitedly wheeled her bag into paycore stadium with andreis hand into her own. “You seem happy beautiful” he smiled, spinning her. she smiled. “i am!” andrei couldn’t keep his eyes, or his hands, off of y/n. he hadn’t seen her in months. he has been so busy with football that he hasn’t been able to see his girl at all, he hasn’t been angry at her for not coming to his games, in time she will make it to every single one. but for now he only has to be patient.

he walks with her, she never leaves his side as they make their way to the team. “Hey guys” he greets, stepping into the huddle of team members, to which y/n steps back.

she watches as the large group of tall men all huddle together laughing, smiling, cracking jokes. she’d watched them play football together a thousand times, only now was she seeing the real chemistry they had. she watched as joe and jamar did some weird handshake and some of the other man children goof off around them. y/n stands away, too afraid to interfere and even more afraid to speak to the spouses and other family members.

tianna robbillard, cody fords wife, noticed. tianna and olivia made their way over to y/n with wide, bright, welcoming smiles. “hi! your andreis girlfriend?” y/n smiled shyly. “yeah, my names y/n!” she greeted. tianna pulled her into a tight hug, giving her the warmest welcome.

andrei watched from his group as y/n made friends with the wives and girlfriends of the team. he smiled.

this team and job were so very important to him, and so was y/n. the fact that he could share this with her was so heartwarming to him.

the plane ride was definitely a different experience for y/n. she sat with tianna and olivia so that andrei could have his time with his guys, but he sat in the isle seat next to her isle seat so that they could still talk to each other, as they all joined in on a huge conversation

it was like a class took a field trip and everyone was bonding with everyone.

after the plane ride, y/n and andrei reunited at the hotel, dropping bags off to their own room, getting to spend nights together for the first time in months. y/n and andrei made their way to the lobby, laughing and giggling together. y/n jumped on andreis back as he runs through the halls like children.

when the two made it with the others jamar was giving andrei a look. “hey lover boy, get over here” y/n smiled, jumping off andreis back. “when’s it my turn for a piggy back ride?” joe asks, a happy smile covering his face as he held his arms around olivia’s shoulders. tianna walks over to y/n, a new found best friend. “i’m stealing you from yoshi” she says, to which andrei testifies “no no!” he grabs y/ns arm, while tianna grabbed the other, fighting over who rode with y/n first. kody shook his head. “your both over the age of 25, your acting ten” he sighed, picking tianna up over his shoulder and the group was on the bus to disney.

andrei keeps his arm over y/ns shoulder the entire walk into disney and around, each ride that was chosen was an argument on who got to ride where. y/n even once got a ride with joe burrow, him claiming “i want to see why everyone thinks riding with her is so fun” (he didn’t want to have to ride with jamar screaming in his ear anymore as olivia ride with evans wife)

y/n laughed and giggled like a child the entire time. at the end of the night FINALLY getting a ride with andrei. as the camera came up the two kissed down the mountain, preparing to cherish that photo for the rest of their lives.

andrei bought it, along with y/n buying every picture she took with the girls and some of the boys.

that night, at the hotel, andrei helped y/n in his arms as they layed on the bed together. “i love you y/n” he whispered, playing with her hair. he pulled her to his chest, humming in her ear. “i love you too yoshi boy” she smiled. andrei gave her a charming smile, his goofy charming smile. “you know, your gonna be a yoshi some day too”

“you have to ask me first” y/n said, flipping on her stomach to look into his eyes. his chest moved up and down as his eyes were half open. “just you be patient pretty girl, just you be patient” andrei had plans, no matter how much grief his team would give him, he had plans.

he held his girl tightly, as close as he could to make sure she was safe as he felt her drift off into her dream filled sleep. “my girl” he whispered, humming a soft lullaby into his happiness that layed in his arms.

his future wife, his forever, his always. the two melt together as sleep takes them both

no one can take their love away with no matter how many words they speak. their love is there own.

no one can take that away

#yoshi #andrei iosivas #bengals wr #cincinnati bengals joe burrow #joe burrow bengals #bengals lb #bengals wags #bengalsvs49ers #cincinnati bengals #bengals (nfl) #bengalsvictory #nfl fluff #nfl fic #kinda funny ngl #nfl fan fic #nfledit #nfl imagine #nfl lb #nfl vlog #nfl players #nfl #nfl football

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | chapter two

Summary: Reader needs to find her new purpose now that everyone is gone.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. Avengers: Endgame + Captain America: Civil War. Violence. Grief. Mentions of Depression. Swearing.

Word Count: 1307

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A/N: I just finished rewatching The Falcon and The Winter Soldier and it has got me wanting to make a sequel series to this one.

Tags: @crazyforbarnes | @whiminiferous | @armystay89 | @bucky-just-needs-love

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6 Months.

It had been the longest time since knowing your family and friends that you had gone without seeing them. Since Vision was ‘born’ you hadn't gone without getting to see him for no longer than 3 days at a time. Peter, maybe 5 days. Wanda, you saw her every day until she went on the run. Even then, it was still once a month. Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Every 6 weeks you got to catch up with them. And, Bucky. Every other weekend you were spending time in Wakanda.

Wakanda. You haven’t forgotten about your friends there too. T’Challa and Shuri were welcoming, generous, and understanding. They did everything they could to help Bucky and they did, they helped him. Freed him. They allowed him their resources, time, and trust. Keeping your secrets hidden and helping with excuses to visit. You could never repay them. The country now stood without their heirs and their protector. You knew you had to go back and repay your debt by aiding however the people would let you. But, for now, your people needed you too.

~

You spent hours going over everyone who was reported missing, in the last 6 months, with Natasha and Steve. Making notes, who they are, age, where they’re from, and when the last time they were seen. None of you knew what you could do other than make a note and hope they came back soon and didn’t disappear.

“He meant half didn’t he,” you mumbled as you paused your counting. “stupid, purple, PRICK!” Steve and Natasha turned to look at you, it was infrequent that they heard you say anything negative about anyone. Fair enough, you could have said worst and they wouldn’t have blamed you if you did but it took them by surprise.

“You okay, kid?” Nat asked from the other side of the room. You hummed in response as you wiped a stray tear off your cheek. They both picked up on this.

“He loved you, you know,” You looked up at Steve sitting at the desk. “I spent years watching him with girls growing up and he never looked at them the way he did you.” He smiled down at you, you let yourself send him a small smile. You knew this already, Bucky’s love ran deep and he had shown this many times, it was just nice to hear it after so long.

Airport.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Retreating your helmet and lowering your repulsors, you give a small smile to Bucky. He looks into your eyes, realizing who you are and what he has done to you.

“Why?” He asked while subconsciously bringing a hand up to rub his neck. “I hurt you.” You shook your head and tried to get closer to him, yet with every step you took forward, he took back.

“Please,” your eyes pleaded with his, you just wanted to help him. You believed Steve, his friend was framed. You barely took a side, it was chosen for you. In all their minds, you’re still a kid. So, when it came to the politics of this job, they made the decisions for you. This time, you didn’t feel like the right one was made. “I know you’re already in pain and I -“

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bucky spat at you, you watched as his face contoured into anger then instant regret. You could see he didn’t want to speak to you in that tone, he just didn’t know how to respond calmly. You were a threat to him. Trying to arrest him for something he did not do. All he knew was, you fought against his side.

“I’ve heard the stories,” you started, he let his head fall, ‘Here we go’ he thought. “You seem like a great friend, loyal, protective.” Lifting his head again to look deep into your eyes now, he tried to find some sort of malice in them. Nothing. “I don’t believe you’re what they say you are.” A smile. Bucky smiled! You smiled back at him, letting out a small giggle. “You fought for us, this country, thank you for that.” You both stood there, staring at each other, blushing.

“Y/N, please,” Steve yelled out as he was approaching you both, looking between you and Bucky, he panted. “You’ve got to under-“

“Go, do what you need to do,” your eyes never left Bucky’s. “I’ll try to,” Pausing to think of how to distract ‘your side’ “I’ll do something.” You smiled, and Bucky nodded. Steve carried on looking between you both, confused. He patted Bucky’s shoulder and gestured towards the Jet.

“Thank you.” Bucky mouthed as Steve pushed him away, Steve turned back and gave you his approval nod which still after 7 years, made you feel accomplished. The symbol of righteousness approved of your choice. You smiled at the two of them, putting your helmet back up over your face and blasting off towards the fights.

Support Group.

You spent a lot of time researching the stages of grief. You thought you had skipped the first two stages and went straight to ‘Bargaining’. There was no ‘Denial’ in what happened. The silence in your life reminded you every second that they were gone. That, and the fact everyone disappearing like that replays in your mind every day. You couldn’t avoid it if you tried. ‘Anger’ was the second stage, which you believe you skipped again. The only thing about everything you ever got angry about was the way they left, they just disappeared. Why? Why couldn’t you have been given time after losing to Thanos to say goodbye to them?

‘Bargaining’ you firmly believed this was where you were at. Trying to find meaning, and help others. That was your stage. You wanted to be able to talk about your loss while being there for the others who have lost. Give them someone to rely on.

You had hacked into many different medical files while doing this research and found out that depression had increased massively since The Snap. The fourth stage. This was the sign you’d been looking for. A way to help people. You continued to gather information and resources to come up with a plan.

~

“I want to create a safe space,” you sighed as you continued to show your dad a slideshow of your ‘business’ plan. It wasn’t a business, you didn’t care about money, and you wouldn’t be taking any money for this. This would be Stark-funded in its entirety. “A place people like us, who have lost, anything, due to my failure -“

“Our failure.” Your dad interjected, yet motioned for you to carry on. Clearing your throat, you did.

“Somewhere they can talk, grieve, connect. Anything they need while knowing they aren’t alone and they’re safe.” You pulled up a slide including a graph with the depression increase in just 6 months. Your dad nodded.

“Are you asking me to fund this?” He had his face resting in his hand as he looked out at the printouts you had given him previously. You confirmed back to him that you were indeed asking for his help. You didn’t trust what government was left to set this up respectfully. “Alright,” he got up, his figure finally returning to the way he looked before The Mad Titan appeared. Pulling out his wallet, he handed you his Stark Industries company card. “Use mine its got a higher spending limit than yours,” he winked. “Buy what you need and I’ll talk to Pep about-” he waved his hand in front of the holographic display. “All of this.”

After giving your dad a tight hug, you took the card, gathered your things and went venue scouting. It didn’t take long to find the perfect spot for your first group. 

Midtown High School.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #dad!tony stark x daughter!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #catws #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #the avengers x reader #the avengers

[mcmookiemeal]

Can I request a Donkey Kong x Socially anxious human(just reader who came with Mario and Luigi……your choice) Female! Reader? When I say “socially anxious”, I mean as in doesn’t talk alot and often gets nervous around others yet is still pretty stand-offish and seems intimidating despite the small size(but is actually not……just anxiety) but also has difficulty opening up. I also thought it would be a love at first sight thing(like Mario and Peach in the movie) as well as DK being all protective and maybe he gets jealous at one point…..

It can be a whole imagine, headcanon, multi-part story……..imma leave that up to you.😉

Donkey Kong x Socially anxious reader

I’m gonna make you Mario and Luigis younger sister I hope thats okay!!

You and Dk had kind of a rocky start when you first met.

He was just so…out there.

And you were not.

So there were definitely a lot of walls to break before you guys even developed a friendship.

You met at the arena when mario was going to fight in order to win an alliance with the Kong army.

You were sitting up on the balcony with Cranky Kong and peach.

Dk hadn’t even noticed you at first.

He was too busy trying to gain his dad’s attention while showing off his muscle.

Then his eyes shifted in your direction.

And when he saw you he was just struck by your beauty.

“Hey…Hey whats your name?”

You looked around to see who he could be talking to before it hit you like a ton of bricks that he was talking to you.

“I’m (Y/n.)” You responded quietly.

He smiled at you and winked before turning his attention back to his brother.

He was here to fight after all.

After that event it kind of felt like Dk followed you everywhere.

And you didn’t mind, you were just wondering why he had chosen you.

“I’m sorry but is there a reason you’re following me?” You questioned while standing on the porch of the hut

“You’re just really pretty.” He said without hesitation

Did he even know what he was saying?!

Had he by any chance mistaken you for someone else? Never has anyone outside of your family called you pretty before.

In fact, most people considered you intimidating.

You just chose not to respond to his complement because you honestly didn’t know what to say, but that didn’t seem to stop him from keeping his mouth closed.

You didn’t even talk to him much, he did all the talking and you sat back to listen to him.

I mean everyone needed a friend who could listen to them right?

During the events of helping Peach take down Bowser, Dk stayed right by your side.

Seriously he never left once, he was always there.

It was almost like he was a lost puppy.

Mario picked up on what this “smash monkey” was trying to do and he really wasn’t a fan of it.

And the fact you seemed perfectly fine with it bothered him even more.

So whenever Mario would try to separate the two of you and keep you close to him, Dk just wouldn’t have it.

He would snatch you back from your brother and keep you next to him, where you belonged.

You really didn’t like it when they fought over you, but you understood Dk was probably just happy to have a human friend so you didn’t mind.

It was a completely different story from his perspective.

He just had a really really big crush on you.

He just didn’t understand how could a girl as beautiful as you be related to someone as annoying as Mario.

Even though you didn’t talk much, he still loved being around you.

But sometimes it did worry him a bit.

Did you secretly hate him? Were you in love with someone else? All these thoughts ran through his head so finally he decided to ask you about it.

So when you and Dk got swallowed by the giant eel after the big battle at rainbow road, he figured this would be the time to ask.

“Do you hate me?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him and raised a brow.

“No.” You responded before looking back down at your feet.

Then why do you never talk to me? Did I do something to upset you?”

You sighed and shook your head.

“No you didn’t…It’s an issue on my part.”

His face contorted from one of worry to one of confusion, He didn’t understand what you mean’t.

“I’m just not good with other people. It’s not that I don’t like you, i’m just nervous around everyone.”

He didn’t understand how you felt, but he didn’t need to understand to help you.

He grabbed your hands in his very large ones and squeezed them reassuringly.

“You never have to be nervous around me.”

You blushed as he stared at you with those big eyes you just couldn’t bring yourself to turn away from.

You know…since we might die in here, I’ve got something I wanna tell you.”

You look at him with a curious expression, wondering what he’s going to say.

“I really like you.” He confesses.

“Huh-?”

You really were not expecting that.

You didn’t know what to expect from him but it definitely was not a love confession.

“I just think you’re really pretty and nice and cool and I just really like you.” He continued

Your blush only grew darker and darker as he continued with his confession to you.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I get it.”

You sat in your own thoughts for a second, contemplating on what you should say next.

You liked him too but you have never been a romantic person so you really didn’t know what to say right now.

He anxiously looked at you, obviously waiting on your response

You couldn’t keep him waiting forever so it was now or never.

“I like you too but I- I’m kind of scared of getting in a relationship.”

“Scared?”

“Yes I’m scared. It’s a lot of commitment, trust, and it just sounds so scary to be in love with someone.”

He wasn’t sure on how to comfort you, this was obviously a personal issue that he stumbled into by accident.

“Whatever you decide I hope you know I’ll always protect you.”

You look up at him with glossy eyes and nod, wiping away any tears that had stained your cheeks.

“Thank you, but how about we continue this conversation when we get out of here.” You said remembering that you were in an eels stomach.

After escaping the eels stomach on a barrel from Dk’s kart, you two made your way to go crash Bowsers wedding.

Fighting your way through the koopas like badass couples do(you’re not a couple yet but you act like one)

You and Dk came in as the fight was still at its peak, so you helped out by fighting some koopa troopers who just so happened to be in the way.

The fight at the Mushroom kingdom looked like it was about over, You and Mario found Luigi and had your moment as you were reunited, the same went for Dk and his dad.

Everything was fine until Bowser released that giant bullet onto Peaches castle.

Mario stepped in and led it away into one of the pipes which seemed like a smart plan at first, but it ended sucking all of you in with it.

You all landed in Brooklyn and Dk made sure to keep you in the backlines.

The two of you had been through so much together, he didn’t wanna risk loosing you now.

But when Dk has his little brawl with Bowser it wasn’t looking too good for him.

Bowser had him up in a chokehold and was getting ready to punch the life out of him.

You needed to help but you didn’t have anything on you so you grabbed a brick from one of the buildings that had been destroyed and threw it at bowsers head.

He dropped Dk and slowly turned his head towards you.

He huffed and angrily ran in your direction but before he could get to you Dk pushed him out of the way.

“(Y/n) go get the star!” Dk yelled and nodded over to the star.

You understood and ran as fast as you could over towards the star but sadly Dk wasn’t able to hold Bowser off forever and Bowser came after you once again.

He caught up to you and grabbed you by the collar, throwing you back with intense strength.

Dk caught you in his strong arms and didn’t let you go.

He wouldn’t let you go. He couldn’t let that crazy turtle freak hurt you again.

“You’re okay I got you.” He comforted as he stroked your hair with his finger.

You clung onto his big fuzzy arm, shaking violently as a few tears escaped your eyes from the fear you just felt.

The rest of the fight you and Dk sat back to let Mario handle it since you had done all you could do by that point.

The conclusion to the battle was sweet, Bowser was defeated and everyone was happy.

You decided that you didn’t want to stay in Brooklyn anymore, Instead you wanted to go back to the Jungle Kingdom with Dk.

Your brothers chose to stay in the Mushroom Kingdom meaning they were always close, which you were happy about.

Dk and you got together(obviously) and ended up having a pretty successful relationship.

Sure it took a lot of effort to get to where you are now, but you’re so happy you put forth that effort.

Dk is pretty happy you got together because he was really wondering if that crush would ever go away.

A/n: Hope you enjoy!!❤️❤️

#donkey kong x reader #donkey kong #mario movie #mario x reader #nintendo x reader #super mario movie

[quigonswife8]

Thinking of the future: Namor x fem! reader

Namor sees you reading to a group of Talokonil children and can't help but imagine starting a little family with you one day.

@kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you for the request. I adore it so much!! Let me know if I did your request justice :)

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Before you had gotten married to Namor and chosen to live with him permanently, you were a teacher. A first grade teacher, to be exact. Being a teacher had always been your dream and when you had gotten the job at this nice school about ten minutes from your home, it was a dream come true.

You had become one of the best teachers at the school. The kids had loved you, and the teachers had grown to appreciate you, and you had become pretty close with a lot of them.

"How do you do it?" Sandra, the fourth grade teacher, questions, while you stroll down hte hall together.

"Do what?"

She chuckles: "How do you get those kids to love you so much? My kids don’t love me half as much as yours love you. So, how do you do it?"

You glance at her with a smile.

"I'm not sure how I do it. I guess i'm a natural?" which, in turn, earns a chuckle from her.

"Very true."

For the years that you were a first grade teacher, you had become like a mother to a few of them. They would go to you about anything even though they were first graders. You had felt like you had become like a mother to them, that you had some sort of responsibility for them.

Then came the day when everything changed.

-

You press your hands to the railing of the ship peering out at the water. It's day two of your cruise and so far it has been pretty amazing: you have been wanting to go on this cruise for a while now and finally with the given vacation time, you had gladly taken it.

The ship jerks backwards suddenly, pushing you backwards, your back hitting the nearby wall. "What the hell?-" without any time to react it jerks forward and you're sent off the side of the ship and into the freezing cold water.

The waves toss the ship around create chaos inside. You are pulled away from the ship and as you struggle against the waves, the current grows stronger. These waves had come out nowhere because one minute ago everything had been fine, but now it clearly isn't.

You consider yourself a strong swimmer but right now that doesn’t help. The waves are stronger than before, they pull you underneath, choking you, leaving you weak.

The possibility of death slips into your mind: there's no one to help you. No one even knows that you had fallen in the water because you don't know anyone there, and you were alone when you fell in.

CRASH

The ship is rocked harder, and the screams, while distant, still send chills up your spine. You're pulled back into your current situation when you're pulled back under the water, and as it weighs heavy on your chest, it becomes clear that there's no way of getting out of this. You're going to die, unless someone helps, and that's highly unlikely.

So as you wait for the inevitable, your vision starts to blur, and you begin to slip away.

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"Ba'ax yaan viva (is she alive?)."

"Táan kíimil (is she dead?)

"Máax leti'e'(who is she?)"

You slowly open your eyes to a bunch of children huddled around you talking. However these children are different, they definitely don't look like normal children. They also speak in a different language, and while you can't fully understand them, you are able to pick up certain words.

"Ba'ax ku yúuchul wa teen- (what if I)."

"Paalalo'ob (children)." A soft voice grabbing your attention, which belongs to someone you also aren't familiar with. He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"P'at in le dama tu Jets' óolal (leave the lady alone)."

A few glances exchanged and some words to the mysterious man and then they quickly scramble out of the room. Why though? Who is this person? Where are you?

"Who..."

"I am the one who saved you from drowning."

He isn't familiar, at all. It's a bit confusing because you hadn't seen him on the ship and you hadn't seen anyone swimming towards you before you supposedly died. Supposedly because now you aren't dead because of him.

"...what?”

The man chuckles, and as he leans against something, he replies.

"I saw you drowning while I was swimming. I...could not let that happen."

He may hate the surface and those who reside on it, but he isn't as heartless to just let someone drown. He shall deal with everything else later but for now he will let you rest: besides you don't seem to be a threat, or even scared of him. In shock? Yes. but scared? no.

"Thank you..."

While you don't know who he is, you're grateful he had saved you. He could have just let you drown but he didn't, and that means a lot. The man nods, "you are welcome." and as he looks away from you, he tells you his name.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor. You may choose what you would like to call me.", and, then, he walks off.

K'uk'ulkan? why does that name sound...familiar? Nevermind that right now. You rather decide to just rest and you'll put your mind at work later on. Laying back down on the very comfortable bed, that you hadn't noticed until that moment, you close your eyes.

-

As you rest up, and during your stay there, you find yourself learn about Namor. About his home, and about how he is how he is. How he has pointed ears and ankles on his wings. How he is able to live as long as he can, and about his culture. You find out about his hate for 'surface dweller's', and he explains what his name means, too.

When you're finally rested up enough to leave, he takes you up to the surface. You thank him again, for everything, and you think that will be the last time you meet. Though you find yourself unable to get your mind off of him, finding that he's left such an effect on you that you find yourself even dreaming about him.

Namor also feels the same way. So much so that his duties as king are disrupted by the thoughts of you. He hates that he's feeling this way for a surface dweller because he has lived to hate surface dwellers. You are...different, though. He has never met a surface dweller like you, or anyone like you.

Eventually you meet again. The beginning of your friendship, and the future together you will eventually have.

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"Ts'o'ok a li'iskaba? (are you ready)?"

You look up at Attuma, who looks down at you with a soft smile. He's walking you down the aisle, you had asked him a week ago to. He was the only person who came to mind that you had wanted to walk you down the aisle, and you couldn't stop smiling when he said yes. Now, as you stand there holding onto his arm, everything is perfect.

Blinking back the tears, you nod.

"I'm ready."

When you enter the room, everyone falls silent. Your goregous crimson dress trails behind you as you walk slowly towards your soon-to-be-husband, who now looks at you, and his mouth falls open in awe.

This is the first time you have seen eachother since yesterday as it's tradition to not see one-another until the wedding day, and you are so happy you waited. Unable to hide the smile on your lips, you look up at Attuma, and then back to K'uk'ulkan who's trying to hide the tears.

You come to a halt in front of him, and Attuma lets you go to join his king's side. Namor moves closer to you and you can see the amount of love he has in his eyes, and how he's not sure what to say as he's still in awe. K'uk'u'lkan, the man who always knows what to say to make you speechless, is speechless instead. i

"A wilik (you look).." he takes your hands in his, "...perfecto."

"Thank you my love. You look perfect, too."

You press your head to his for a moment, parting so the ceremony could continue and you could get married.

On the surface you would usually have a priest read out the next words but since you're underwater and this is a different type of ceremony, you instead will be taking a herb. The same herb his mother had take.

Someone comes over, herb in hand, so Namor takes the herb. You look at it, and then into his eyes again: when you take it you'll no longer be able to live on water, but you don't care. Wherever he is, you'll be. Plus with the added effect of living for as long as he does, that's even more perfect.

"Let us say our vows before you do this, in yakunaj (my love).”

A lot of tears are shed during the vows and once you are officially married, which feels surreal, you take the herb.

It feels like it's only you and Namor in the room. You don't take your eyes off him, and you don't want to. All you want to do is look at him.

"Are you ready?”

A soft sigh falls from your lips, but you smile.

"I'm ready..."

He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips, while his other hand slips into your right one. When he parts he kisses you again, this time on your temple, and once he parts again, he nods. "Okay."

You bring the herb to your lips, pausing, then you take it.

You don't really remember what happens after that, all you can remember is Namor wrapping his arms around you and laying you down on the ground. How he cradles your head in his hands and mutters words. He doesn't leave you, not once, he just stays by your side through it all.

From then on you live with him, permanently, and as time goes on it's like you had always lived there.

-

"Uláak, Uláak (Another one, another one)."

One of the children shakes you, excited, while the other children seem to agree with their friend.

"Béet! (Please)." you put a hand on his shoulder, chuckling.

"Béet."

Pulling your hand away you move back, bringing your hands together

"U tojol, u tojol, in wa'alik ti' teech láak' (Okay okay. I'll tell you another story.") so the children get more settled, and you clear your throat. Looking around at each of them, you begin.

"Erar u juntéene', ti' jump'éel lu'um náach, yaan juntúul x-"(Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a girl)

Namor is out doing king duties, so you had decided to occupy your time. When you had come across one of the children, upset, you had decided to tell them a story to hopefully help. It did, and before long other children around had decided to join and listen.

The story was about a princess, who were tasked with retrieving three items that would help restore the kingdom to it's rightful state. They had faced a lot of challenges and obstacles but in the end had found the items and returned just in time to save the kingdom.

When you were a first grade teacher the children loved this story and would ask you to tell you it even though you had a million times. So to see the same excitement and love for this story, like your first graders, warms your heart.

Now, as you tell another story, you can tell that they love it too.

-

"...Ba'ax ku yúuchul ts'o'okole' (what happens next?)"

One of the children, eager, is practically jumping up and down.

"Yaan u descubrir bix k'áatal le ja'o'... (She has to figure out how to get across the water)." eager eyes and eager ears follow the story.

"... Bey u Il ti' u paach, ka ju'une (so she looks around, and suddenly)" raising a finger, you look around at each of them. "Leti' ts'o'ok u yilik máak yéetel le alguien jach... nojoch máaktal Jones (she has spotted someone, and that someone is...old man Jones!)"

They all gasp in surprise, "Ba'ax nojoch máaktal Jones?! (old man jones?!)

"...Je'el (yes!)!" you continue. "...ts'o'ok suut tumen venganzahe (he has come back for revenge)."

So focused on telling the story, you don't even hear when your husband enters. He doesn't say anything, rather interested in the conversation going on between you and the children.

"Ma'! (No!)." one of talokan's youngest jump, eyes wide.

"...ka bey u yojel yaan u resolver jump'éel ba'aland (and so she knows she has to figure something out)."

Clapping your hands together, "...ka séeb (and soon)."

Namor knows you used to be a teacher. You had told him stories about your time as a first grade teacher, and about how the children loved you. He has seen you with the children countless times and how they have acted like you were their mother, and it has warmed his heart.

He watches on with a smile, unable to push away the feeling of wanting his own kid, or kids. He has thought about this for a while now, but right now? Right now that want grows strong and all he can imagine is you reading to your own kid/s

"Leti' (she)- K'uk'u'lkan?"

Holding up your hand, you wave to him, and that smile he loves so much is present on your lips. The children look over at him, copying your actions, which he finds precious.

"Ba'ax ku yúuchul waye' (what's happening here?)"

"Le Reina k táan u xookik (The queen is reading to us)."

"Je'el! (Yeah!)." one of the other children agree. "...Uts tin t'aan le k'ajláayo' (I love the story)."

"Kux tuun teech? (do you?)."

Almost in sync they all go 'yeah', earning a chuckle from both of you.

"Ch'e'eno'... (well)" he nods, "Leti' je'el táanil, chéen taan waye' (she can continue, I will just be over here)." then, to only you, he mouths, "I love you." and you mouth 'I love you too' back with a smile.

Namor has thought about wanting kid/s for a while now, but it wasn't really a big deal. Right now, though? Looking at you being like a mother to these children makes him imagine about starting your own little family one day. Makes him imagine about you reading to your kid/s one day, and how you would just both be amazing parents.

#namor #namor x reader #wakanda forever #soft #request #tenoch huerta

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Dec 2nd: Came Back Wrong

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

prompt: Came Back Wrong | AO3: link | wc: 750 | rating: T | cw: none | tags: Steve Harrington has bad parents, found family, Christmas cards, holiday cards, return to sender

Summary: A holiday card marked 'return to sender' and Eddie remind Steve who his family is.

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“Looks like one of the cards came back to us babe,” Eddie said, flipping through bills. He handed Steve the battered blue envelope that Steve instantly recognized from their Christmas cards that year.

Steve looked at the neat block lettering the recipient had used to print the words ‘return to sender' above the address, and quickly noticed that the envelope was… altered. It was obvious to Steve that it'd gone through more wear than regular transport could have created.

“Stevie?” Eddie stopped looking through their other mail and set it on the kitchen counter before walking up to Steve. He ran his hands up and down Steve's arms, and began to stare daggers at the offending piece of mail in Steve's hand. “You're a little frozen there. What's wrong?”

Steve cleared his throat to speak, but his own voice still felt a little far away. “It's ‘return to sender,’ but it came back wrong.” 

cont. after the cut

“Uh, looks like a letter sweetheart,” Eddie said. His brow furrowed and Steve caught sight of one eyebrow raising slowly. “Which address was it?”

“Yeah, it- it's just a card,” Steve mumbled, his hands clenched the envelope a little tighter. “It was addressed to my parents.”

Eddie softly asked, “can I see?” Steve didn't respond, or fight when Eddie gently tugged it free from his grip. Instead Steve pictured exactly what was in the envelope. A secular, ‘happy holidays’ card with a blanket sort of sentiment on the front. He and Eddie weren't particularly religious, but they enjoyed the holiday season all the same. The cards they’d chosen that year were blank inside and Steve had spent a long time, not just building a list of recipients but on the letters he wrote out in each one.

The best part of the cards that year were the mall portraits Steve and Eddie ordered. They were in matching red long johns with a Christmas themed background. They even managed to get Lucifer (their three year old tortoise shell cat) and Bird (their mystery mutt) posed with them. Wearing bows. Wrangling the pets into the J.C. Penny photo studio alone had been a feat. Steve normally still chuckled even thinking about it, and Eddie's embellished tale of the event had already come up at multiple holiday parties.

He wondered if the photo would still be inside.

“Ah, I see what you mean now.” Eddie had a grimace on his face as his dexterous fingers turned the envelope over and ran along the top edge. 

Someone had opened the card, and not in an unintentional way. There was no evidence that someone ripped it open, assuming it was a card for them before realizing the mistake and sending it back through the post. No, the envelope had been carefully slit across the top, something one might be able to do with a very sharp letter opener. Steve pictured such a letter opener in detail: being lifted from a wooden, velvet lined box on a desk, the blade sharp, handle heavy, real silver throughout kept free of tarnish.

Eddie practically growled as his nail picked at the single piece of scotch tape that had re-sealed the top edge. “Assholes.” He pulled it off and took out the card, glancing briefly at the careful script Steve had written inside before plucking out their photo. Eddie marched to the fridge where he moved a large souvenir magnet from their California trip to secure it to the front door, centered over the other holiday cards already collaged over the appliance. He hooked Steve’s fingers when he walked back, heading directly to their small home’s fireplace. “We can always use more kindling,” he said, kneeling to nestle the card and envelope between the logs already placed there to light later that day.

Steve nodded, and Eddie took his face in his hands. His calloused grasp was steady, and Steve let himself become absorbed in the hot chocolate brown gaze holding his own. “You made lovely cards this year and our family photo is in the hands of everyone we care about this year. Everyone who loves us sent us cards too.” He kissed Steve’s nose, and sighed. "Are you going to be okay, knowing there was one that came back wrong?”

“I will be,” Steve replied, kissing Eddie on the lips. The kiss was sweet, but Steve also basked in the knowledge he’d built a loving family. One that chose him in return. One that proved, time and time again, what right looked like.

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