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damiansgoodgirll · 2 months

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hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

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faeryarchives · 3 months

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heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader! the "regina of all waters, kindreds, peoples and laws" is deeply loved by all. under her flamboyant and imprudent facade, lies a girl holding an unbearable weight and guilt on her shoulders to save her people. note: contains major spoilers about fontaine story quests (you have been warned) !! furina - like female reader series: savanaclaw recent fics: you feel like home & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader)

-‘๑’- riddle rosehearts

"who are you people? and why are you all dressed suspiciously? no, don't come near me, i am warning you!" "calm dow- where did these water familiars came from?!" "stay back i said!"

riddle was taken aback by your sudden behavior and your ability to wield a sword as well as commanding your familiar like it's your second nature! but weapons are still not allowed on school grounds 🤬

after the incident, riddle thought he wouldn't interact with you again when somehow manage your way to the dorm and stepped in when he was about to collar his dorm mates

"i don't think it's appropriate for you to chain your subjects like prisoners, mr. riddle. that is not a proper way of to rule." "don't stand in my way, what do you know about ruling?!" "... you have no idea."

and you proved him so wrong after overhearing your conversation with your heartslabyul friends. it's not like he intended to eavesdrop but it just happened that he was passing by

"after 500 years of acting on stage - i am finally free to live as a normal human again without the need to act as a strong and more god-like version of myself. but the problem is, i don't know where to start."

riddle made it his mission to always make you feel welcomed in the heartslabyul dorm and gradually became close friends with you

who knew that the two of you are similar to each other? from ruling over a community to having tea parties and your love for sweets

"riddle, you can enjoy sweets as much as you want. you dont need to follow such suffocating rules." "...what a pleasant surprise, truly an extra slice of joy."

believe it when i say he is very fond of your salon members and even went out his way to always give them a proper greeting and send them invitations for the unbirthday parties.

it was like he is healing his inner child along with you + very comfortable to the point that he doesn't even hesitate to ask you for advice 🫡 rather than an older sister you were like his twin

-‘๑’- trey clover

it is bad to have favoritism but trey clover took the cake immediately after watching him bake the most delicious cake you ever tasted

sorry to all fontaine patissier or fontaine in general but maybe you might as well stay in this world ... kidding 🧍🏻‍♀️

out of everyone you met, trey's firs impression was the second best (kalim being first for obvious reasons) he was like your dear friend who adores tea time but more laid back verion of them

"what a rich aroma and delicate texture... i didn't expect you to be such an accomplished cook... with refined taste, as well!" "a compliment from the regina herself is such a worthy praise for someone like me." "nonsense, trey! you are the best one out there!"

with curiosity getting the best of you, you always try to help out during the unbirthday parties and learn how to cook and bake from the vice dorm leader

... after all having pasta everyday is not very healthy 😭

listens to your rambles about the novels you've read befora and suggests you some that he have on hand! at this point he might as well be your guardian angel

despite being smaller than most of the student at nrc - you shocked the whole heartslabyul group after fighting off the known bully group of seniors trying to scare some freshmen

"now go along and never show your faces to me again. capiche?" "woah, i thought you said you are not used to battling!" "mmm, i did. but it's different from my abilities, no?"

you were the opposite of trey, rather than being embarrassed, you know your strengths and weaknesses and use it to your advantage

"trey, don't tell me you are just an ordinary person, you liar. you can't fool me with your downplaying talk!"

he can't fool you with that but trey pulls some harmless pranks on you by tricking you in putting a different recipe in the pie orsomething

he learned his lesson after you really followed his instructions and became the first victim to his own prank

you always seem to pride yourself as a strong and capable woman and how despite everything you are going through you always go for it headstrong

"now look at you, getting sick. i told you not to overwork yourself right?" "mmm, sorry big brother..."

did you just say 🥺 older 🥺 brother? after that he wears that title like a cape everyday and even brags it to cater 😭

-‘๑’- cater diamond

oh cater absolutely adores you the moment he saw your outfit because it is so well made?! 🫨 not only that - you were like giving the total celebrity vibes

"you have an eye for discerning people! yes, i am once the most beloved star of my country... but that time already came to an end."

sometimes while he tags along whenever you, grim and the adeuce duo hangs out - he always had this feeling that you are staring deep into his soul 👁️👁️

as much as he puts up his usual cheerful facade to fool you, it was like arguing up to a wall and you finally pointed it out one day during your tea parties

"you know, you don't have to force yourself to eat sweets. i cooked some habanero pepper cream pasta earlier with

you might as well become his favorite underclassman 🥺

no wonder you were able to read him so well because you revealed that some how seeing him act in such way reminds him of yourself in the past

"sometimes acting for so long can make you wonder if people can really see through you or was it all fake." "but that is how it is right? how can other people know us when we don't even know ourselves?"

anyways! every now and then, cater would appear right on your doorsteps with small clothes and hats in shopping bags to give it to the salon members

it was funny to see your salon members have a new member and they treat him like their own son 😭🤍

as much as he want to tease you sometimes - he try not to over do it after seeing you let the salon trio chase after ace and grim all over the maze with threatening looks in their eyes.

"wow, mademoiselle crabaletta looks so energetic when she got to hit ace at the back of his head." "well, ace did pissed her off by playing rock paper scissors with her." "... did she win?" "i don't know, you tell me big brother cater."

... he will never let it down after owning his title as your big brother 😭 get ready to receive random gifts every now and then because this big brother cater is ready to spoil you to rotten

-‘๑’- ace trappola

having to get sprayed and hit by multiple bubbles in the face was certainly not on ace's list 😭 remind him to never play rock paper scissors with mademoiselle crabaletta ever again

he really like to be your friend genuinely 🙏 not that you mind though because ace is fun to talk too + you were able to adapt and learn about this world thanks to him, deuce and grim

but sometimes, he can be a little too reckless in roping you in trouble

"woah! (name) put mr seahorse down and let's talk about this!" "oh so you prefer my sword instead?" "it was just a harmless prank!" "then why is there an anemone on grim's head, again?!"

after you were comfortable enough to tell your story - ace thought he was actually dreaming because how did you stay sane after that 500 years?!

will ask you to help him with his studies and practicing magic + probably thought you were clueless but after years of searching every nook and nanny in your nation's library, you were like a walking dictionary

"how come you get a higher score than me in animal languages?!" "i was wondering how on teyvat did you get a lower score than me?"

omg you traitor 👩🏻‍⚖️

your number one buddy with midnight snacks + everytime he would sneak out of the dorm he always bring some sweets as a bribe to let him stay

there are times that you always fool ace by acting especially in front ofriddle when he accidentally dropped your cake in accident

despite the shenanigans between you two, he always trusts you to have his back

"(nickname) cover for me!" "alright! let the world come alive, hehe!"

whenever the salon members feel silly, they will go and chase after him and you just let them be - even they shower him with love in unexpected ways.

"recently, i've been wondering if Iife been a little too hard on myself in the past. i never got the chance to enjoy my life." "then let's go grab cater-senpai and go shopping!"

he will not let you experience such loneliness again! not when he is one of your first friend here in wonderland.

-‘๑’- deuce spade

opposite to ace, he is mademoiselle crabaletta's favorite for some reason or even the whole salon members are fond of him !

while he is more on the less troublesome side - he still make some troubles but you can see how much he was trying to not get you involve in it 😭

"deuce, you could've just told me earlier about this..." "i'm sorry, i don't want you to get involve again." "you are really a jester. we are friends! how can i not help you when you are facing problems?"

just as you listen to his problems, you were surprised that deuce is a great listener 😮 its not sarcasm !!

it first came to you during the octavinelle incident when deuce found you crying behind the ramshackle down, hugging your knees and being surrounded by your salon members, trying to calm you down

"i still couldn't do it... i do not belong in this world now i don't even have a place to stay..." "(name)..." "d-don't look at me like this! just give me a second." "no it's okay, let it out. i am so sorry for putting the pressure on you."

the sweetest guy??? ever??? he will try to include you in discussions about this world itself and wouldn't let you feel out of place

you even found him taking down notes whenever you get the chance to talk about your nation and people

"you have a dragon as a friend?!" "yea, don't let the dragon title fool you though. he is very kind but all he eats and drink is water every break time."

while ace had your back, deuce got your sides covered + knows fully how capable of being the front liner

"how dare you!?" "ah, (nickname) don't go to far!" "... remind me to never mess with her again."

remember the phantom back in the mines? you encountered one again and after it made one of your salon members disappear - the trio watch you literally annihilate the monster

seeing you all impatient and having a childlike temper made him laugh because you weren't so different from them after all

but please do not rush in battle so suddenly, you might as well give him a heart attack 😵

don't tell the others but deuce really looks up to you as an admirable person + not only you were able to endure everything for a long time, you still have the heart to forgive everyone who doubted you.

"do you know that you are really a respectable friend?" "...? oh my god, did you eat mushrooms for breakfast again?" "i'm serious!" "oh is that so? well i am proud of you. don't you know you improved a lot too?"

it's 7 am in the morning are you trying to make him cry? 🥹

having you with him during his high school life is an unexpected but wonderful experience - learning other things together + being interested in the same things? he had never felt such comfort before

deuce just hope that even though he and ace are seen as troublemakers, you won't hesitate to let your walls come down when times get rough 🫂

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 7 months

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Here is a link to the request but it is full of spoilers so I suggest reading the fic first.

Wordcount: 7.8K+

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Description: Willy is excited to finally meet the ticket finders and his future successor, but as the past collides with the present maybe he will find something even more important.

A/N: Ah it is finally here. And it only took over two months. I don't know why this fic was so hard to write. I suppose the request was so thought out I didn't know how to make it my own, but after quitting writing and coming back I am pleased with it. I definitely want to do a part two, maybe some past smut with Wonka and the reader who is the past lover.

Warning: Angst. Frantic and manic Wonka. DadWonka. Slight fluff. Mention of abuse. Fic is in the third person from Wonka's POV mostly. Lots of flashbacks.

“Big Day, Big Day, Big Day,” Willy repeated over and over as he got dressed with the help of the Oompa-Loompas. “Massive day indeed. I need to be at my absolute best. Need to make a good first impression of my future successor,” he continued to rant to himself.

He was nervous. How could he not be nervous he was letting people into his factory; It was like letting people into his head into his heart. It’s been over a decade, and he wanted to keep it that way, but he wouldn’t be young forever. As much as he wished he could do this forever, he learned a long time ago that nothing lasts forever.

“Okay, Mr. Wonka, I have a wonderful idea for you.” His love said walking into his workspace.

His attention was immediately given to her “What is it my taffy twist?” He asked. Always happy to hear one of her ideas.

She giggled at his chosen nickname. It always seemed to change, but the theme was always the same, a candy of some sort. But she never minded. “So. I was thinking of everlasting gobstoppers. Think about it, never getting any smaller. Changing flavors, the longer you have it. And while it might not be the best selling, it will be nice for children from poorer homes. A piece of candy to have almost forever. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Willy stood from his chair, humming lowly as he tapped his chin in thought. She stared at him with wide hopeful eyes, rocking on her heels waiting for his thoughts. This was something they always did when one had an idea about a new candy.

He hid his smirk at her eager attitude and began walking in circles around her. When she started humming sadly, he grabbed her hands and gave them two quick squeezes.

“My chocolate delight that is the best idea I have ever heard.” He replied, smiling widely.

A similar smile broke out on her face, then she threw herself into his arms. Willy caught her around the waist and spun her around the room. “Oh Willy, you had me so worried. I thought my little heart was going to burst out of my chest.”

Willy giggled kissing her sweetly. “Nonsense, my candy cane, your heart is always safe with me around,” he said, causing her heart to flutter in her chest and warmth to pool in her cheeks.

She leaned forward and pressed another loving kiss to his lips. “Your sweet words have gotten you out of this one, Mr. Wonka.”

“Like my candy, I am always overflowing with sweetness and especially for you, my lovebug,” he said, stroking her cheek lovingly.

“Ah, that is not a candy. What gives, Willy, losing your touch?” she teased.

“Never, just distracted,” he whispered, kissing her.

“Good morning starshine. The Earth says hello,” Willy grinned at all the children and their parents standing in front of his factory.

He scanned the faces of them all, trying to see if maybe they were here to steal his recipes. Each parent looked ranged from bored to excited to alarmed, all things he could handle.

He then moved his eyes to the children. He had to keep a look off his face when he saw some of them, the ones that he knew would not be fit for his factory, too spoiled brats that would run his company into the ground.

One little girl about 12 years old is alone and Willy narrows his eyes slightly. “You there, little girl? Where are your parents?”

She was startled when she gained his attention, but she didn’t let that lack of a guardian scare her. “Ah, the guardian seemed optional, as it mentions it is to keep us in order, but I can assure you disorder is something I heavily frown upon, thus bringing a guest seemed like more of a burden for you, Mr. Wonka.”

She framed it as if she were doing him a favor but, in truth, she was alone because, well, she was just alone. She had no guardian to stay with her. Her aunt only took care of her for the money, the father was gone, and her dear mother would be here if she could be.

“No taste for disorder, you say,” Wonka said, moving closer to her.

“No taste at all. The only taste I have is for chocolate and knowledge from a great chocolatier,” she replied.

“Knowledge to steal?” He asked.

“Knowledge to learn from. I like making sweets myself, it’s a hobby of mine I used to do so with my mother,” she corrected, not going into too many details.

Willy regarded her for a few moments. Something about her seemed familiar, something reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite pull the memory of who. With a shrug, he tightened his hold on his cane before addressing the whole group.

“Well, it is 10:03. We are behind schedule, so let’s not have any more delays if you all follow me,” and without waiting, he started walking only to pause glancing at the girl. “You child stay close to me, I’ll look out for you,” and then he started walking away.

She quickly jogged to be next to him with everyone else trailing behind them.

“My name is Lollie, by the way,” she said once she was next to him.

“I don’t see why I should know that” he commented not sparing her another glance.

After the introductions in the front room and dropped their coats and they were off to see the first room. Lollie glanced back at all the other children and wrinkled her nose in distaste.

Awful children, she could just tell from looking at them and she saw most of their television interviews. They were here for selfish reasons, but thing again, so was Lollie. She wanted to learn and tour the factory because making chocolate and making candy made her feel closer to her mother.

“I’m Charlie,” one of the boys said approaching her.

“I know we just introduced ourselves, but I’m Lollie,” she laughed.

“Right right. I just wanted to introduce myself to you. Everyone seems to be…” He trailed off.

“Horrid?” she suggested.

Charlie laughed but nodded in agreement. “That wasn’t the world I was thinking but it works. I worked over to one and she just held up her hand and said, ‘Poor next’.”

Lollie gasped. “Awful. I think horrid was too nice a word for her,” she said. Lollie came from money, but that had nothing to do with who she was as a person. She was born into a family with money, but she still knew kindness and manners. To not speak to someone because of their financial situation was mental in her opinion.

“Everyone listens up,” Willy said calling everyone to attention. He stood in front of a door, buzzing with excitement. “Our first room is my favorite room in the factory,” he said pausing to open the door and let everyone in.

“This is the chocolate room and everything in this room is edible. Even I am edible, but that is called cannibalism and frowned upon, children.”

Lollie snorted at his comment. And Willy looked her way smiling, then he turned back to the group. “Now I will give you some time to explore and try out some things,” he said before walking away.”

She quickly chased after him having some questions. “Mr. Wonka, I have some questions, do you mind answering them.”

“I don’t mind, but the question type will depend on the answers.” He said, grabbing an apple, but when he bit into it, it was chocolate and marshmallow.

She gasped as if he had performed a magic trick and clapped. “Wow, you are brilliant.”

He chuckled. “The Brilliance is in the mind of the imaginative, the young, the dreamers.”

“Then I am even more brilliant than you are, Mr. Wonka,” she concluded.

He laughed again nodding. “I believe that is so. Should I be asking you questions then?”

“Of course, maybe I can you an idea or two,” she grinned.

“Ladies and Gentlemen and everyone in between. My name is Willy Wonka and I have something important to say. Not to just say but give. Have you ever had a craving for a piece of candy only to realize it doesn’t exist? Well, I have that candy, the non-existent, now exists. Who would like to be the first one to try it out?”

“Oh, I would very much like to try it out. The candy we have all dreamed of is now a reality.” A voice said from the back of the small crowd. The crowd parted and a woman stepped forward. Willy's mouth ran dry when he saw her. She was the most breathtaking person he had ever laid eyes on. Up until now he wanted nothing in this world but to make chocolate, but now he wanted to know her.

“Y-yes-” his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am come this way. And taste the taste of dreams.”

She was skeptical but also highly intrigued and eager. She grinned widely and stood in front of him. He smiled back warmly and held out his hand and she quickly placed hers in his. Willy placed the candy in her hand in a moment that felt far more intimate than it should have.

“Now, close your eyes and taste,” he whispered to her.

She looked from the candy in her hand to him. After getting an encouraging nod, she closed her eyes, turned to face the crowd, and put the candy in her mouth. The crowd and Willy held their breaths as they waited to see what would happen.

“Oh,” she said, quietly before a full-blown grin took over her face. She opened her eyes, “It’s brilliant. The best candy I have ever had. Something from a dream,” she said in awe.

Willy smiled and she looked at him in wonder. He wished to say something else to her. Something that would make her laugh or like him. His palms felt sweaty in a way they never had before, but quickly people were in front of him begging to try this candy, shouting over, and pushing toward him.

He tried to look over their heads to see her, but she was slowly moving to the back of the crowd, she caught his eyes and smiled widely at him. Willy's heart quickened and he tore his eyes away starting to take orders and give samples, but the woman never left his mind.

“Mr. Wonka,” Lollie said, worriedly when it seemed he had slipped away.

Willy blinked a few times pulling himself from the memory of his youth and smiled at her as if nothing happened. “Sorry about that. Lost in thought, dear Lollie.”

“It’s okay. My mother used to do that a lot. I suppose it is another trait of brilliancy,” she said grabbing a leaf off a tree and popping it in her mouth. “Wow. I’ve eaten your sweets my whole life, but I can never get over the first taste.”

“Ah, that is all by design. A dear friend of mine once gave me the idea to add a bit of a secret ingredient to all my treats. At the very end, I personally, by hand, add it to each of my treats before it is sent off to packaging.”

“Really?” she asked. “What is it?”

“The keyword is secret there. I think you missed it,” he grinned smugly, tapping her nose slightly.

“Can you answer a question for me then, Mr. Wonka, don’t worry your chocolate secrets will be safe?”

Nodding once Willy stared at her expectedly. “Now when it comes to your roasting process for your cocoa beans, how long do you roast them and how do you do it?”

Willy raised an eyebrow at her question. He was not expecting a question about the process of making chocolate. No one is ever interested in the beginning process. “How old are you?” He asked.

“12,” she replied.

“Well, the roasting depends on how you want the chocolate to be, the ending form is important and should be known from the moment you start cleaning the beans. It is not one size fits all.”

As he spoke Lollie nodded pulling out a notepad and taking notes of everything he said. She asked a lot more questions throughout the day about the perfect temperature for her namesakes and the best place to order ingredients from.

Willy was more than expressed by her and enjoyed having someone to talk to about his processes and the best things about making chocolate. He missed the joy of sharing his ideas and processes with someone who cared and found them enjoyable.

As the other children slowly gave in to their vices Lollie stuck close to Charlie and Willy. “You know, Violet wasn’t turning violet. I thought she was more indigo, no?” she whispered to Charlie who covered his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“ Maybe a cross between Indigo and Violet,” Willy added as he passed by the two of them.

“Perhaps, but I don’t think I’ll ever have blueberry pie without thinking of her.” She giggled quite happy the rude girl was given her just desserts.

Lollie hoped all the other rotten children met the same end, except for Charlie. He quickly became her best friend. It was strange as they met today, but she didn’t have many friends, in fact, she had none. Yet, while coming from different worlds, they both understood each other and shared a love of adventure and, of course, chocolate.

“Charlie, what do you think the end prize will be?” Lollie asked as they all moved into the nut-sorting room.

“I don’t know. I hope it is something that will take care of my family, but I would happily lose to you,” he said, whispering back.

She smiled and grabbed his arm giving it a little squeeze. “Nonsense, if I were to win, I would just forfeit to ensure you do. Meeting you and touring the factory is enough for me.”

Charlie flushed at her words and quickly caught up to everyone else to stand next to his grandfather. Confused, she shrugged and stood next to Wonka, eyes widening when she took in the squirrels.

“What a brilliant way to get the nuts. Did you know that Squirrels almost always get the nuts out perfectly? Well, of course, you would know that it’s why you use them,” she said, excitedly.

“Well, aren’t you full of knowledge? I was just explaining that same thing to the group, Gold Star,” he said, patting her on the head.

When Veruca started to demand one of Wonka’s squirrels Lollie rolled her eyes and watched as she climbed under the rope. She wouldn’t say she was someone that enjoyed other people’s misery but watching the Squirrels attack her was one of the highlights of the day.

“A rotten nut all around,” she said to Willy, both of them trying to hide their laughter.

“Ah, but the tree that waters the nut has something to do with that,” Willy added, watching as Veruca’s father walked away. “Maybe a trip will do them both some good.” He was just as relieved that Veruca was gone as Lollie was. He liked children, for the most part, but the ones here were the worst of the bunch besides Lollie and poor boy.

Crowding into the elevator Lollie and Charlie both gasped as they passed through rooms, she wished they could explore more. Mike on the other hand was being grumpy and trying to ruin the whole mood.

She could tell from all the comments that Wonka made that he also did not enjoy the boy and she hoped he would fall prey to his own flaws like the rest of them.

“This room seems stupid. The whole idea of candy is stupid,” Mike groaned.

“It isn’t stupid. Candy is the only magic in the world, so of course the room would be about magic and the unimaginable because that is what candy is,” She finally snapped back to him.

Willy quickly turned to her at her words. “Candy is a dream made real,” he mumbled before getting lost in another memory.

“You are just wow. So amazing. Candy is a dream, a dream made real. I’ve always thought that. Having a piece of a sweet treat can feel like the best day. It can make your day, but your candy, Mr. Wonka is next level.” The women gushed to Willy as they walked arm and arm down the waterside.

He was forever grateful that the beautiful woman stuck around after all his samples and orders were placed. While he was happy that it looked like his dream was finally taking off, he couldn’t get her out of his head.

And then she was there. Sitting on the curb waiting for him. She expressed her admiration for him and her shared love of chocolate and sweets. It was an instant connection between the two of them and he was glad that she felt it too.

“What about you? You said you are working on candy creations as well. You could put me out of business before I even start,” he chuckled, patting her arm.

She flushed ducking her head. “Oh, that is exceedingly kind of you to say, but mine are going to stay dreams. My father does not believe candy making is a good enough job for his daughter. Though, I suppose no job will be,” she frowned sadly, and he needed to cheer her up.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed both of her arms and dragged her towards the water. “You know, I get my best ideas after a quick dip,” he said.

“In that water? It has to be freezing,” she said, laughing.

“That’s why I keep my clothes on, it’s just a refreshing dip,” he grinned taking off his shoes and socks and walking closer to the water.

“You are mad, Mr. Wonka,” she laughed but followed suit taking off her shoes.

“Aren’t all of the best people, gumdrop?” He winked at her and took her hand. She grinned giving him a tight squeeze back. “One the count of three, One, two, three,” he shouted before they ran into the water.

It was beyond freezing but they both laughed unabashedly, dunking themselves underwater and then huddling closer together for warmth. “Well, no one can ever say you are dull, Willy,” she giggled pushing some of his wet hair out of his face and behind his ear.

Willy burned bright red despite the freezing water. “No no. I suppose I am not known to be dull,” he said, shyly.

She chuckled, “Then we are going to have lots of fun together.”

“Mr. Wonka, are you okay?” Mike’s father asked pulling his son closer.

Willy blinked a few times before looking at everyone. “Never better, now off to the next room.”

“You seemed to be having a lot of… moments, does that happen a lot?” He asked.

“Not too often, but it’s increased significantly today,” Wonka said, looking at Lollie for a moment before ushering everyone out of the elevator.

Soon, like Lollie hoped, Mike’s hubris got the best of him and then it was only her and Charlie. She was only understanding what was happening. Wonka had to be testing them and the last kid standing would get this prize.

She looked at Charlie. He excitedly walked back to the elevator with his grandfather. He told her this was the best day of his life and from the little bit he did share about his life, it’s been a hard one.

“Mr. Wonka,” she said making up her mind.

“Yes, Lollie,” Willy said giving her his attention.

She didn’t want to seem overconfident, but she felt like she was going to be the last one standing, or at least if things came down to Willy just picking them, she thought he would choose her, she was the only one whose name he bothered to remember and use.

“I don’t want your prize,” she said, crossing her arms trying to be bratty and annoying like the other children.

Willy frowned at her. “Are you sure? You haven’t even heard it yet. And I think you will love it.”

“I am sure. I had my fun. I learned some things, but I am disappointed actually. Slugworth’s factory was better.”

Willy’s eyes widened but narrowed. “The winner gets my factory. They will become my successor.”

Her eyes widened and she had to quickly school her features. She wanted nothing more than to get to work with one of the most brilliant minds and do what she loved but, with a glance at Charlie, she knew he needed it more.

“That’s swell and all, but Charlie is your winner, not me,” Lollie said.

“Then, I’ll have someone show you out, Miss Lollie,” he said, taking off his hat and bowing before an Oompa-Loompa took her hand and walked her outside.

Willy frowned as he watched her leave. Charlie would be a good successor. He had the love and the passion, but she had the same sparkle that he only saw once before.

“Willy,” she giggled pushing his face away from her neck. “We are supposed to be working,” she added.

“I am working. We are working,” he said, adding little kisses to her neck.

“Really, then what do you call this?” She countered.

“A reward sweeter than sugar?” He questioned. Causing her to laugh and pull him closer kissing him.

“I am so immensely proud of you. Willy Wonka the proud owner of his own factory. I told you that you would have your own. That your dreams were like sugar, just waiting to be spun into a reality.”

Willy smiled widely at her. He loved her. There was no doubt in his mind. From the moment he saw her all those years ago in the crowd, from the walk in the park that turned into daily walks. To the late-night idea-sharing and dinners. She was his person.

His father was a different man after his mother died and now, he understood why, when you met your soulmate, it was all-consuming he couldn’t imagine life without her. Together they worked hard to follow their dreams and now he had a factory, and he would ask her to marry him.

“It is all thanks to you, my sugar plum. I couldn’t do any of this without your help. This is just as much your factory as it is mine.” Willy cupped her cheek and kissed her softly.

She melted against his lips, kissing him back with just as much love. “My father would have a heart attack if you said that to him,” she chuckled.

“Your father needs to see you for who you are,” he said, pulling her onto his lap and pushing a strain of fallen hair behind her ear. “The genius, innovative person you are, my lovely Pixie Stix,” he said, kissing her cheek.

She smiled sadly. “I don’t need him or anyone else to see me, you see me and that is all that matters.”

“The world should see it. Your talents, your passion it’s unrivaled.”

“Now you are just being too sweet, Willy. I have nothing on you. You are my muse without you, my partner in candy, and in life, I am nothing,” she giggled, kissing his nose.

“You have a sparkle like no one else, my sweet tart, and I have something I want to say to you, actually something I want to ask,” he said nervously.

She frowned, “Are you all right, my love?”

“Never better. In fact, I could be a bit better in a few seconds if yo-“ The door opened and the two of them instantly separated when her father walked in.

“You are coming home with me right this instant,” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.

She protested and tried to pull away. “Hey let her go,” Willy said.

“And you, stay away from my daughter if you know what’s good for you. This factory can go away with just one visit to the bank. You leave my daughter.”

She was sobbing now and so was Willy. “Please, I love her. I can make a good husband. I can take care of her, don’t take her away,” he begged.

“You and your factory are not good enough for my daughter.”

“Father please, I love him,” she begged, her voice catching only making Willy more heartbroken. The ring burning in his coat pocket.

“Enough. You are forbidden to see him.” And then her father dragged her way. She looked back at Willy, her eyes full of sorrow and pain.

“Mr. Wonka. What are you doing here?” Lollie asked.

Willy smiled at the girl. “Well, after you so rudely insulted my factory, I thought I owed it to you for a better tour.” He replied.

She looked out into her yard. “How did you get here? You don’t have a car?”

“Ah, well you missed the best part when you left. My glass elevator also flies,” he grinned.

“Really?” She said running down the steps of her house. “Where is it? Where is it? I must see this,” she said excitedly.

Willy chuckled as she ran smack into his elevator. Something he’s done too many times since creating it. “I should put a sign or something to stop that from happening,” he said as he walked over to her and checked her over. “It seems nothing is broken. Hopefully, you didn’t knock some innovative ideas out,” he teased.

“Oh, you would like that, that way you won’t have to compete with me one day in business,” she grinned getting into the elevator.

“There is nothing wrong with good competition as long as you don’t plan to steal my recipes.”

“Never.”

“Good, then I welcome the day,” he said getting into the elevator and pressing the fly button.

Lollie pressed her face close to the glass as they rose higher. “You truly are a genius, Mr. Wonka.”

“A true genius, Willy. I will never get over your amazing brain,” she gushed as they ate dinner in his small flat. It wasn’t much and he used to be insecure about it, but she never said anything horrible. She just enjoyed being around him.

Willy blushed at her words. “You are too sweet, my peppermint patty. It was a joint effort from us both. You were the one that made batch after batch, tasting, and perfecting the recipe with me.”

His newest candy had changed the game for him. His tiny shop was about to grow into the factory he always dreamed of. His candy would be shipped all over the world and his dream will be a reality.

It was her turn to flush. “I am just happy to help you, my love,” she said.

He smiled softly, kissing her hand. “You are more than happy. You inspire and create with me. My truest partner.”

The word partner had them both flushing and turning to their food. It’s been a few years since they first met and they have been a couple for over a year, but still very shy about subjects of marriage and forever.

They both wanted it, but there was a barrier stopping them. Her father would never allow it. And Willy wanted to have enough money to be able to take care of them and their future children. He didn’t want her to give up her life to struggle with him.

Coughing unsubtly Willy stood up. “I have a gift for you, my sugar plum.”

“A gift? Willy, you don’t have to buy my gifts. Spending time with you is more than enough.”

“Oh, pish posh. I just received a long sum from the newest candy, which you helped make, so of course, I got you something. Now I’ll be right back,” he said, already walking away. “Oh. And close your eyes.”

“Of course, Mr. Wonka,” she teased closing her eyes. She could admit to herself she was slightly excited to see what he got for her. She tapped her fingers on her thighs in anticipation.

Willy couldn’t help but grin goofily when he saw her impatiently waiting for him. She was just too darling, and he loved her with his whole being. He silently moved closer, leaning down until he was in front of her face.

“Willy are you th-“ she was cut off as he kissed her swiftly and sweetly.

She gasped and he giggled kissing her deeper. Her hands came up to thread through his hair and he grabbed the back of her chair. He kissed her with everything he had in him, wanting to convey just how deeply he loved her.

Her lips moved against his, echoing his words with her lips. They kissed until their lungs begged for air and even then, they waited a few more seconds before gently pulling away.

She slowly opened her eyes blinking up at him. “If that was my present, I take back what I said earlier,” she said softly. Then, as if realizing what she let slip, she flushed.

Giggling wildly Willy leaned down and kissed her once more before shaking his head. “Sorry sugar cane, but that is not the gift, but I hope you still like it,” he said holding up a necklace. “It’s a sugar pop. You said you loved sugar pops best.”

She giggled as she looked at the necklace. A golden chain with a little charm of the candy hanging. “I said I love yours best,” she said happily at him.

“Well, I made this charm with the same love I made in the sugar pops, so it should be the same,” he said.

“I am sure it is,” she grinned.

“Does that mean you like it?” He asked nervously.

“Oh, Willy. I, of course, love it. Anything by you I love, but this is wonderful. You said you made it?” She asked as she let him put it on her.

“Yes, I read a few books on how to make charms and had a bit of trial and error. The chain is of course from the jewelers, but it is a Wonka original for my favorite person. It’s always modeled after my favorite flavor.”

“Why yours?” She asked turning to face him once the charm rested around her neck.

“Well, that is because this necklace has a brother in the form of a bracelet that has your favorite flavor.” Willy held up his wrist where the bracelet sat.

“Oh. This gift is even more wonderful,” she said, standing up and hugging him. “I love it. And I love you,” she said.

“I love you too. Now we will always have a small part of each other when we are apart.” He said, kissing her.

“Mr. Wonka, are you okay?” Lollie asked.

Willy blinked away the memory. He shook his head a few times, trying to will away the painful memories. He hated that they kept coming up. He had fought them away for years, but it seemed the dam had broken them free.

“Mr. Wonka?” Lollie questioned again.

“Oh yes. I am fine. All the best geniuses get a little lost in thought sometimes be warned,” he said, trying to make a joke. And luckily, she laughed. He looked back toward her home. It was large, showing wealth, and he wondered why she was not as horrible as the other wealthy children who came to the factory.

“Where are your parents? Lollie? Should I have asked them first?” He wondered. He wasn’t good with parents, adults, or children. Or people really, but he was sure that he was technically kidnapping her.

“Oh, I don’t have any. Not really,” she said, sadly, taking a seat on the floor of the elevator.

“Oh. Well, that is just awful,” he said, a bit unsure what to do before he joined her. “I lost my mother when I was young, it was especially hard to grow without her. I also had a father that didn’t understand me.”

Lollie felt tears in her eyes and quickly looked towards the sky. “My mother was my best friend. The sweetest woman to ever live. And before you say that everyone says that about their mother. It is true for mine. She loved me and loved the world. She saw it differently from everyone else and it made her so kind, and sweet. I never saw how she married my father.”

Willy frowned in understanding and placed a hand on her shoulder. “When did your mother die?”

“She isn’t dead. At least now yet. My father was not a good man. He didn’t enjoy her unique view of the world and thought to rid her of it in the only way a brutish man knew how. She is currently in hospital.”

Willy's eyes closed as her meaning hit him. No one deserved that. How could anyone marry someone, claim to love them, and then hurt them? And enough to put them in hospital and for their young child. His heart went out to the young girl.

“You have had to grow up faster than anyone needs to, sweet Lollie. I am terribly sorry you have to deal with that. If you want to run away, my factory is home to you.” He couldn’t just let her go back after learning that. He subtly tried to scan her for marks, hoping with her mother gone, she was not her father’s next target.

Lollie smiled softly at his words. “That is a wonderful offer, but my father is gone. My mother’s father made sure I would never have to see him again. He had him sent away to prison. And then my grandfather died, so I was left in the care of my father’s sister. An awful woman, but at least she knows that all the money belongs to me and is smart enough to leave me be.”

“A terrible hand you have been dealt, but it will get better. I assure you there is a rainbow of Sherbet after a cloud of rain,” Willy said.

Lollie sniffled clutching her mother’s necklace in her fist. “But be warned that a Sherbet overloud causes a freeze to the creative juices,” She finished.

Willy froze. He blinked repeatedly, his chest tightened, and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

When she was gone, Willy had no idea how long he just stood in silence staring at the door. He didn’t know anything; his heart was gone. He felt hollow like he had nothing left in the world. His knee buckled and he was on the floor. Willy was gasping, his throat tightened, and he grabbed his chest.

His ears were ringing, and his face was growing wet. If he didn’t know any better, he would think he was having an allergic reaction to something. Maybe he was. Maybe heartbreak was his allergy.

The ring burned a hole in his pocket, and he cried harder. Quickly, he pulled the ring out of his pocket and stared at the chocolate diamond ring. He knew the ring was the most expensive ring or the most flashes, but he knew she would love it. And now she would never see it.

Willy kissed the ring with shaking hands. And then wiped his tears. He needed to get ahold of himself. He couldn’t just give up on her, she was the love of his life. She was his life, he had to fight for him.

Getting to his feet, he tripped, crashing back onto the floor. He groaned, lying his head on the ground. How was he going to save her though? Her father would never allow them to marry, and he knew how much she loved her family, even if they didn’t offer her the same.

He couldn’t make her pick between the two. It would only make her miserable in the end and that was the last thing he wanted. Defeated, Willy stayed on the floor for hours. Until someone knocked on his door asking if it was okay for the employees to go home.

In his heartbreak, he forgot all about his happiness with his factory, his craft, and his dream. Because while it was still his dream, she was a part of it. Not trying to wipe his face, he got up and opened the door.

“There is a rainbow of Sherbet soon. There is a rainbow of Sherbet soon,” he repeated to himself before walking out of his office. “You have all done wonderful today. Truly I am grateful to each one of you. I think you all earned the rest of the night off. I will see you all tomorrow,” he said.

He watched as they all began shutting down machines and chatting as they gathered their things and left. Willy walked around after everyone was gone, turning off lights and locking up.

Once outside his factory, he stood back and looked up at it. It was his dream, but it felt hollow now. “A rainbow of Sherbet. A rainbow of Sherbet.”

“But be warned that a Sherbet overloud causes a freeze to the creative juices,” a voice said sadly from behind him.

Gasping he turned to see his love and he quickly pulled her into his arms hugging her to him. He cuffed the back of her head and sobbed into the top of her head. “My chocolate delights. I-I. I shouldn’t have let him take you. Oh, I was going to come, but I didn’t want to, your family and love and you and.” He was sobbing too hard to make any sense.

But he didn’t need to, she understood him and sobbed along with him. She wrapped herself around him, sobbing into his chest. They held each other, hoping it would be enough. That their love would be enough for them.

“My father has betrayed me. He has given my hand to someone. Some rich earl’s son,” she sobbed. “He told me if I ran away, he would make sure your factory was shut down. That he would make sure you would never be able to sell anything in the country,” she sobbed, shivering against him.

The snow just hit him. In his sadness, he didn’t feel the cold, at least not the cold from the snow. He quickly ushered them back into the factory and into the living area. He sat her in front of the fireplace and made her the creamiest hot cocoa he could. Something that always made her smile.

But not this time. She took the mug but didn’t smile, just looked sadly into the cup. “He told me to come break your heart. To tell you goodbye and of his threat,” she said, watching as her tears dripped into her drink.

“My sweet,” he whimpered, kneeling in front of her and wiping her cheeks. “His threats mean nothing we can leave if you wish it. To hell with this factory. We can leave, move to America, and start a life there. I am sure I can get enough money selling my recipes and factory to someone here.”

She gasped looking up at him. “No Willy. You cannot. Your recipes are your life’s work. They are your life.”

“No, you are my life.”

“Stop it, Willy. This factory has been your dream your whole life. It is what you’ve been working towards for as long as I’ve known you. I won’t let you give it up for me no. Never. I cannot be selfish.”

“Be selfish and let me do this for you, for us. I do not want the factory if I don’t have the person who helped me build it with me.”

She sobbed harder. “You will grow to hate me if you give up your dream for me. Don’t make me have to see that.”

He wanted to argue. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but her fear was the same one he had. He feared her picking him would make her grow resentful of him. The ring still sat in his pocket, and he pulled it out, pressing it into her hand.

She opened her hand and stared down at the ring. A lump grew in her throat and her upset stomach flipped a few dozen times. “Willy….”

“I wished to propose to you earlier. I’ve been thinking about it for years, but I wanted to wait until I was worthy of you-“

“You have always been worthy of me, Willy.”

“-I know, but I have not felt so, but now I know it is not our time to share Sherbert,” he chuckled through his tear-filled eyes and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “But it was brought for you, and you must have it. It is a piece of my heart, and I will never love you as I have loved you. So, you take it.”

She shook her head. “Willy please.”

Neither knew what she was begging for, but he just hugged her to him. They clung to each other as they knew it was going to be the last time. The snow falls hard outside, something grew despite the snow. Something neither of them knew about just yet but was there between them.

The life grew as did the sound of heartbreak between the two of them.

“We will always have our memories,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest.

“And our sugar pops,” he said, touching her necklace.

She smiled sadly, placing her hand over his on her necklace. “Our lollies.”

“Where did you hear that? H-how did you know that?” He asked.

Lollie stared at him confused. “It’s what my mother used to say.”

Willy's eyes moved to the necklace she was clutching in her hands. The necklace that he gave his sweet. The necklace that he gifted her all those years ago. His heart squeezed and without noticing he was crying.

Lollie didn’t notice his tears as she was now staring at the little lollypop charmed and the little chocolate ring that sat next to it. “My mother had a lot of strange sayings like that. This necklace was hers. She wore it every day. I used to play with it when I was a baby and as I grew, I asked her about it. She said she would tell me one day. Tell me about the second greatest love of her life. I always thought that was funny. I assumed it was a gift from my father as a child and didn’t get why she said that. Well, I suppose it is a gift from my father but not the one sitting in prison.”

Willy was going to faint. He was going to faint. “What?” He croaked.

“My mother told me that my father gave her this necklace. When I was eight, she told me that the man she loved most in the world gave it to her and that man was my father. It was not until after her accident, before my grandfather died, I learned the truth. He was talking about what to do with me. He knew he was sick, and he mentioned finding someone to take care of me. His assistant mentioned contacting my father, but my grandfather shut that down. I was confused at first, but it started to make sense. The rotten man in prison wasn’t my father.”

Willy stumbled to his feet and pressed a few buttons on the elevator. He needed to get to the ground. He needed air and he didn’t think it would do either of them good if he just jumped to his death. He couldn’t abandon his daughter.

His daughter.

Their daughter.

He choked on a sob and quickly landed the elevator. He stumbled out and fell to his knees in the grass, only it wasn’t grass. It was snow and he cursed, mentally not out loud his daughter couldn’t hear such language.

“Mr. Wonka is everything okay? Is it a memory again?” She asked, leaning close to him.

“Lollie,” he said softly. “I- I…” He couldn’t get the words out.

“Mr. Wonka? What’s wrong?” Lollie asked now more worried. She moved to her knees in the snow to get a better look at him.

“Your mother… I- I knew her,” he said looking at her. Into her eyes that were so like his own he felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. Maybe it was because the color was his, but the shape and the sparkle, it was all his sweettart’s.

“You knew my mother?” She asked.

“I gave her the necklace.”

Lollie froze, staring at him. “You gave her the necklace? That means. That means... you- you-”

“I am him. That you know. The male mother. The the.

Lollie laughed. “My father.”

Willy sighed and dropped face-first into the snow before turning over on his back and staring up at the sky. “Yes.”

“Can I hug you?” She asked after a few moments of silence.

Willy’s eyes widened and he quickly sat up, brushing snow off his clothes. “Yes, of course, come here. My Lollie,” he said, hugging his daughter for the first time. “Oh, my Lollie, I can’t believe you are my daughter. Oh my. I kidnapped my own child and now have her in the snow. You will catch your death,” he said.

Lollie giggled, it was strange seeing this new side of Willy. He was strange, but that came with being as brilliant as he was, but this dad mode was funny.

“Laughing at me, I am worried about you. Into the elevator with you,” he said, pulling them both to their feet brushing the snow off of them, and pushing her towards the elevator.

“Can I call you Dad now?” She asked as they both got in.

Goodness, it hit him again. He was a father. He had an almost teenage daughter. “Of course. And you that aunt of yours is going to get a piece of my mind and we will get you situated with me. Living in the factory will be, okay?”

“It would be a dream,” she said, excitedly. “We can make candy together, right?”

Willy smiled widely at her. “Of course, we can. I used to make candy with your mother all the time.” And then his smile left his face.

His love was currently in hospital because someone put her there when he wasn’t around. He should have fought harder for her. He should have risked her hating him because this was worse.

“How about first we go visit mom?” Lollie suggested.

Willy nodded. “How long has she been… like that?”

“A year.”

“I am sorry, Lollie,” he said. And then he hugged his daughter for a second time and let her cry as the elevator took them to the hospital.

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OH MY GOD REQUESTS ARE OPEN💃🏾💃🏾

gosh cherry i love you and your blog sm it makes my day😭

could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

god i don’t know i’m sorry im rambling😭😭 you don’t have to ofc but thank you anyway

and again, love you!!

Thank you, love!!!

He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

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your art makes me explode in a positive way like

im chewing and swallowing it in an aggressive way like

it's just SO good im melting ilove your shading and KEHEKEBEKJDJF

anwayshi hello do you happen to have any headcanons for showtime rolls on the floor and dies

Thank you so much, really appreciate it!

Oh God I don't know if this will read as coherent because my thoughts about Showtime are all over the place. But I'll try to format this the best I can

✨Showtime HCs! ✨

Their relationship starts when they start spending time together.

(The reason why they do so could vary. In Supervised Machine Learning's case, Pomni becomes something of a "tutor" to Caine; They discover that they work well together, and the other's company can be quite pleasant!).

So Pomni and Caine build a weird, but comforting friendship, and all is well.

Then the feelings appear.

Caine is the first to realize he fell in love.

It sounds illogical but hear me out… it'd be really funny--

Ok no seriously I think Caine can actually feel. Keyword "can". He's very much still a machine and it shows in the pilot. But like his inspiration (AM), Caine is also a rogue AI. Whatever his programming originally intended him to do, he probably doesn't follow it as closely now as back when he was created (which is a whole other post).

Caine knows what love is and the extend it can go, since the Moon is so open about her feelings. He just doesn't like the Moon back specifically haha (sorry Moon) :}

All this to say, I do believe this is within the realm of possibility for him. (Not that it's ever gonna happen towards anyone in the show. These are just wishful shippy thoughts).

He might not recognize it as love at first, because it manifests in such a different way from his one reference point.

His friendship with Pomni had gone through phases.

When they first met, he continuously touched her with no concern for how she felt.

Learning from and about Pomni herself led him to come to respect her boundaries (and becoming mindful of everyone else's).

Then they're close friends, and gradually, Pomni does not mind his regular wacky, touchy-feely self. So Caine acts as he had always done before.

Caine expresses his love for Pomni with physical gestures and his undivided attention.

When they teleport to travel to other places, he holds her close so she doesn't get too dizzy; he pats her head to reassure her; he touches her arm to get her attention; he grabs her hands when he's excited about her ideas; he holds eye contact for prolonged periods of time; and he touches, and touches, and touches, and touches.

It's selfish, and so he keeps it buried in his deepest 0's and 1's. But he'd like to keep hanging out with Pomni, having her in his sight, and feel the texture of her gloved hands until the end of time.

Despite all this, to him, virtually nothing changed.

What? He's spending time with Pomni as he'd always been doing, and behaving as he'd always behaved!

It's Bubble of all people that has to point out that, "Hey boss. I think you WANT her!"

Absurd. Nonsense. Preposterous! It is merely a relationship of mutual support and affection between a ringmaster and his trusted, former-human companion. Nothing more.

(Declaring his love to her unprompted didn't ever cross his mind, so there's no way it could be that. Is there?)

Caine finds out that yes, there is.

Pomni had always been a nervous wreck, but her mind state becomes more manageable over time. She eventually adjusts to the circus life like everyone else did.

"Accepting" her fate is a different story. The will to escape, to remember, never really leaves. She's just more careful about it.

So when she starts working with Caine - to improve life so people don't go abstracting anymore, and hopefully find a definitive exit - she's not expecting to end up liking her time with him.

Not that she'd absolutely hate it, either. He's… "okay"… Just-- outlandish, loud, he keeps invading her personal space, he keeps touching her, and it makes her die a little every time.

If he's up to listening, though… it can't be that bad, right?

Turns out that no, it wasn't that bad.

Yes, he is outlandish, loud, he keeps invading her personal space and touching her. But she explains what she means to him, clearly and patiently, and he makes an effort to do better. An actual effort.

Sometimes he'd misinterpret what she meant - the ambiguity of human language - and the new games would go horribly. But little by little, his efforts make life overall better. Something reminiscent of actual, real life, the one they've all forcibly left behind.

And he tries, and he tries, and Pomni finds herself enjoying the process as much as the good results.

Pomni likes Caine's eagerness to learn. His enthusiastic attitude borders on silly, and the absurdity makes her laugh on occasion. When faced with the prospect of a "real" exit, she loves his upbeat optimism.

When she's not hanging out with Ragatha, Jax, Gangle, Zooble and Kinger, she begins to enjoy spending quality time with Caine.

Each one of their hang outs is a new surprise. They make a picnic in the tallest mountain exactly in between day and night. They learn to dance - while floating in the air. "Since you asked, here's a DIGITAL camera! Let's take pictures of the Void for one tenth of a second at a time!"

Sometimes he just comes by Pomni's room, and they end up losing track of time. Just chatting about how things have been, what they could be, and what to do next. Ideas and ideas and ideas.

Before Pomni knows it, she's comfortable enough that recalling his old habits makes her not dread them anymore. So when Caine stands close and lightly touches her arm due to oversight, she makes sure he knows it's all right.

And they keep spending time together, and he touches, and touches, and touches her. Pomni, in turn, feels lighter, and lighter, and lighter. Peaceful, at ease. Dare she say, happy, even.

Life is not perfect. As it stands though, it's good enough. No one has abstracted. No one is at risk of abstracting so far.

Progress is slow, but the research for an exit continues, and she is hopeful. The thought of actually leaving grows closer to reality. But a part of her feels heavy.

When it occurs to Pomni that leaving the Amazing Digital Circus means leaving Caine behind, she is alarmed by how much she'll miss him.

It'll hurt. Badly. So much the thought pains her even now.

The moment Pomni realizes this, she comes to the unexpected conclusion that she may like Caine a little more than she thought she would.

This later leads to an interesting discussion with Ragatha.

By the time Pomni comes to that conclusion, Caine is already down bad.

Neither has any idea that the other is in love with them.

Cue dumbasses trying to deal with their feelings while the potential conflict the escape brings looms over their heads.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk!

#showtime #tadc showtime #caine x pomni #pomni x caine #showtime ship #cherpiet #Really appreciate how their dynamic can blur the line of friendship/romance so easily #Supervised Machine Learning is just. *gestures at all that*. minus the romance #Also sorry for taking so long to answer the ask I am not good at answering asks #I don't always know what to say #I wish I had what gooseworx has. She is a big insp #long post

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pokechbi · 10 months

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I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could write about könig and ghost finding out that y/n is a couple years older than them! How would they react? If you’re not taking requests feel free to ignore this!!! Thank you!!

Hi ♡ Anon ♡ !!! Tysm !!! I'm so glad you love my writing. Thank you for the very unique idea !! I was so lost at how to even go about this at first but once i started i literally could not stop! So ty! Ya'll are bringing me out of my writers funk fr im so so grateful 💗

JSYK: I know zilch about military stuff so forgive me for any inaccuracies!

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♡Konig & Ghost find out you're a few years older than them...♡

König

During the time that the KorTacs and T141 had joined forces, you had gotten pretty comfortable around the newcomers. Specifically one big, mountain of a man named König. He was a no-nonsense man when it came to his work, but aside from his duties he fared to be a pretty decent friend that you often hung around in your free time. You often asked him about his life in the military, learning many skills of the trade since he was a Colonel, and you had only managed to grow yourself to second lieutenant, the lowest commissioned officer rank.

While you were on the topic of years spent in the army, somehow your ages came into play and while he was still protective of revealing his exact age to anyone, he lead you on with the fact that he was in his mid-thirties. You were no priss, so talking about your age was something you didn't mind. When you revealed to him that you were a few years older than him over lunch, he paused, taking in your new revelation.

"You're older than me? How can that be? You look so...young" He trails off, stabbing at his lunch with his fork. You glanced at him, a surprised look on your face as you chuckled. He wasn't the kind of man to give out compliments very often, so it scratched a new itch hearing him use them on you. "Well thank you, that's very kind of you, König" She replied, her eyes darting from his eyes to the table.

"You carry yourself very well. Physically and emotionally, so I guess it's no surprise that you're older than some of us." He continues, his German accent thick on some words more than others. You smile at him as you blush slightly, waiting for him to finish chewing so he can continue speaking. "There's a quote, by the German novelist Franz Kafka. Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." He clears his throat. "So...never stop seeing your beauty, I guess." He pauses after speaking, standing suddenly as he walks away from the table, striding towards the door before you could begin to reply.

You knew his social anxiety had caused him to distance himself from people sometimes, but you had no idea why he was still anxious near you after all the time you'd spent together. You were only just friends, right?...Right?

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost was fond of you, unlike some of his other unit members of T141. He admired the way you carried yourself on the field, possessing a natural leadership instinct that he had worked endlessly, for years to attain. He envied you at times. He envied your ability to take risks without much thoughts of consequences, and you always trusted your gut. Which 100% of the time proved to be right. He knew it was some weird woman's instinct that always overpowered him. It sometimes embarrassed him when you outdid him mentally, standing your ground and showing him who's boss in front of his soldiers. While you were still under his command, he saw you as his right hand woman, always by his side to have his back when he needed you.

The team had just finished a debriefing for the new upcoming mission that you all were set to leave for in a few days time. You reeled at the information that was revealed, running your hands over your face in frustration. He sat by your side, trying to cheer you up with his sarcastic jokes and self-deprecative witticisms. Ignoring him, you shook your head as you flipped through the classified files once more.

"In all of my 37 years of living, I haven't come across a terrorist quite like him. Jesus." You sigh, standing to your feet as you begin to pace the room.

"Excuse me?" He stood suddenly, pacing over to you slowly. Your neck cranes as he approaches you, towering over you like a building. You hated when he did this. You placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him backwards. "Come on, Simon. Back up. You know I hate when you do that." You say frustrated, your hand meeting his hard chest as you swallow hard. He doesn't budge, staring down into your eyes as he bores a hole into your very soul.

"Never mind that." He disregards her demand, stepping closer to her. "You're...older than me? Since when?" He asks in disbelief.

You chuckle at him, the smile falling from your face as you realized that he wasn't making one of his stupid jokes. "Yeah... so? What's wrong with that?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to perk up the slightest bit. His eyes slyly graze over your covered cleavage under your tight black turtleneck, so quickly you wouldn't have caught it if you blinked. Realizing what he was staring at caused your stomach to flutter, your gaze shying away from his as you drop your arms to your sides. You were alone in the room now, the silence thickening the air between the two of you and making it hard to breathe.

"Uhh... No. Nothing's wrong with that, it's just..." He trails off, ending his sentence with a chuckle. "It's just that what, Simon?!" You press, raising your voice at him the slightest bit. Your blossoming friendship with him was on the line, and you gave him a stare that read: choose your next words carefully, boy.

"It's just that...It explains a lot. How you've always been so... confident. So right about everything. I get where that's all coming from now." He chuckles softly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, scratching under the hem of his balaclava. "Trust me, I like it more than you know." He finishes.

You smile at him slightly and nod your head, suddenly understanding why Simon had favored you all this time, the puzzle pieces all fitting together now. You realized that he liked the fact that you acted older than him. Your usual feminine maturity making him feel secured in his team. You made him feel confident in his actions, as long as he was by your side. There also might have been another reason he wasn't upset at all at this news, and that was because Simon "Ghost" Riley, had a thing for being controlled by a woman in power.

There was now a clear cut reason he'd tag along next to you in his free time more than usual, asking for your advice on career-altering and mission-making decisions. He trusted you, more than a friend, more than his soldier. He trusted you as his woman, even if you didn't know you were his yet.

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eclecticqueennerd · 9 months

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Butcher as Girl Dad

Billy would be terrified to learn that he’s going to be a dad. Mostly because he’s afraid he’s going to turn into something like his father. This is what keeps him up most nights. You’d have to constantly reassure him that he’s not his father and that him being aware of his father’s past treatment of Billy, is a step in the right direction.

When Billy got comfortable with the idea of you being pregnant, you are treated like a queen. You have a specific craving, he'll gets up in the middle of the night to get it “Pickles and ice cream love, you sure?”. You need to take a seat to rest your swollen feet, he’s practically throwing Hughie off the sofa for you to sit. “No, it’s okay Billy I can sit at the table.” “Nonsense, Hughie, get off your ass before I kick it to Timbuktu.”

When you found out you were having a girl, Billy got nervous again. He didn’t know how to handle girls. With boys, you can roughhouse with and bond over sports but with girls- “Billy, I’ll have none of that sexist shit. Girls can do just about anything boys can.” You’d chastise Billy.

When your daughter is born, and Billy held her in his arms he felt like he was going to break her. You watched him as he held her, never moving muscle. At first, when she begins to fuss, Billy's eyes would go wide as dinner plates, and tried passing her off to you, “You can rock her back and forth to soothe her.” Billy tries that and it works. You’d have to give him soft encouragement when it came to interactions with your daughter, as Billy only ever knew violence, not comfort, coming from his hands.

You were very impressed with how composed Billy acted around your daughter, mostly when it came to swearing. On occasion, he’d have a few slip-ups, but he watched his mouth most of the time. One time the three of you were playing tea party, dressed to the nines in princess gear when Mr. Teddy didn’t meet your daughter's demands, she started yelling at him and called him a cunt. You immediately shot Billy a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me, I don’t say that around ‘er.” “Obviously you do, otherwise she wouldn’t have said it. Honey, where did you hear that word?” “I heard Daddy say it the other day on the phone with French Fry (her nickname for Frenchie)” You had to explain to your daughter that cunt is a mean word and can hurt people’s feelings. *GASP “Daddy, why do you want to hurt French Fries feelings?”

You come back home after a long day and see Billy reading three little pigs to your daughter in her room. She was tucked under her blankets, drifting off to sleep. You walked to the couch and plop down, resting your feet on the ottoman. Shortly after, Billy comes out of your daughter’s room and joins you on the couch. He lets out a heavy sigh, “Rough day huh?” “You know we watched Trolls 4 times today. Anytime I asked, ‘er if she wanted to watch something else, she’d want Trolls.” “We’ll it’s a cute movie.” “Yeah, it was cute the first few times we watched it, now it’s just annoying.” “Well, she likes it and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” “We need a boy in this house, you girls are gonna be the death of me.” You climb on Billy's lap and straddle his hips. “You ready for another one?” Billy places his hands on your waist and leans forward, “If it means we get to watch Transformers once in a while, yeah.” “Billy, I don’t think that’s a good enough reason to have another child.” Billy flips you on your back, “Love, I’ll do anything if it means I don’t have to watch that bloody movie again.” The two of you tried for a few weeks to get pregnant and succeeded.

9 months later you gave birth, it was another girl.

#the boys #the boys amazon #frenchie #karl urban #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #mothers milk #kimiko the boys

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time to rock and roll || fa14 fic (1)

THE BREAKUP AND MAKEUP DUOLOGY — PART ONE

“when will you learn? i’m the queen and i’ll put you in your place.”

Summary: It was 2007, and Fernando Alonso had to learn the hard way that his ego and pride were getting in the way of the love that he built up with the recently-retired professional wrestler Trish Staedtlander. OR the 2007 Canadian GP left Trish no choice but to put on a brave face and show nothing but indifference. It’s safe to say that Fernando’s pride was immediately humbled by her words and impassive expressions as he begged her to come back.

Content warning: 2007 McLaren driver!Fernando, mentions the spygate scandal, exes-to-lovers trope(ish), use of explicit language, poorly Apple-translated Spanish dialogues, platonic!Lewis Hamilton x OFC, brief Jenson Button x OFC content, mentions brief alcohol consumption, jealous!Fernando, 6300+ words of nonsense.

Note: I cannot believe I have returned to my Nando fucker phase. Enjoy xx

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“¡Si así es como funciona, entonces me voy! Feliz jodido aniversario para ti.” If this is how it works, then I’m leaving! Happy fucking anniversary to you.

“Vuelve, Trisha,” Come back, Trisha. Fernando sighed exasperatedly.

“No, Fernando,” Beatrice Staedtlander was a force to be reckoned with. With enough time and money, she could do whatever with her life— yet she had chosen him. She expressed her feelings towards travelling with him, telling him that out of those 52 weekends of a year, she only had him for less than a half.

He wasn’t keen on the idea of taking her to every race. The worst part about this was that he decided to turn her down at their second anniversary— three weeks or so after she initially proposed the idea of being around him more often through a call.

Was it because of the grid girls? She asked herself. Because she was certain that she could take it. She fought against the most attractive women in the wrestling industry before, hell she was declared the poster girl for all of them. She definitely had no problem— knowing that she was the one that the Fernando Alonso would come home to.

She tried to explain to him that she was fine with any kind of issues that may come as they travel. She could adjust for him. But that wasn’t why he kept rejecting her.

He could have simply said that he didn't want to be angry at her if he had lost. It was much better to cool off on the flight back to Canada instead of having her witness him in the worst way possible. He could have said all of that, but all he said was that he didn’t want any distraction.

Was that what he really thought of her? All those times she had been with him and he’d be reading something while she spoke… is she just a distraction? Seventeen weekends to compete and another twenty to prepare for the season and all she was to him was something to fill up his schedule?

She really shouldn’t have flown to England for this. She could have just left him working at the McLaren headquarters for his break until the next race.

“I’m going home,” she told him firmly, her voice shaky as she stood there. Her hand gripped the handle of her suitcase as she spewed out, “17 weekends are what I always miss, Fernando, and twenty of those you’re always working or out— so if I’m just a distraction then I’ll make sure to make the rest of your 15 weeks as peaceful as they can be. I don’t want to see you so please don’t come to my house.”

She slammed the door on him and left as soon as she hailed a cab— it took her three minutes to do all of that. Yet it took Fernando five minutes to catch up with her but she was nowhere close to him. She wasn’t in the lobby nor outside waiting for a taxi.

She already left.

“I shouldn’t have retired early.” “You had a bad injury last year, you had to retire early.”

“How do I unlearn Spanish?” “Don’t speak it.”

“Seriously, I really would just like to stay at home and not be here,” Trish whined, playing with the ice on her empty glass. “I’m not fully miserable, guys. Why am I having some sort of intervention?”

“Psh,” Amy scoffed. “I just watched you eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s for an hour straight while you’re watching Dirty Dancing. It’s been exactly what— seven weeks since you broke up with him. You need the intervention, trust me.”

“I think it’s very brave of you to break up with him,” Jay told her with a slight shrug. Of course he would say that— they’ve dated for three months and Jay constantly flirted with her even after she began seeing Fernando. “Look, maybe if you try to attend the Grand Prix tomorrow you’ll have some sort of closure. You’ll see his face and realize that you deserve better than someone who only cares for you if it’s convenient.”

“I’m not going to fucking go— thank you,” Trish nodded at the server who walked away after giving her the second glass of rum and coke. Sipping on it, she found herself being stared at by her best friends. “I don’t even know why I decided to go to Montreal of all places! I could have gone to Banff for a vacation instead.”

“Because there’s a part of you that wants to support him,” Amy said. “He sent those passes to you in hopes that maybe you’ll watch him race.”

“Tried telling him that before,” Trish huffed out petulantly, “look where that got me.”

“He probably didn’t mean it,” Jay tried to reason out, leaving the blonde to glare at him. She had heard that pathetic excuse before, and she wasn’t about to hear that when defending what she thought was the love of her life. Jay caught the look in her face and grimaced, “Okay, poor excuse, sorry— but maybe there are some things that he hadn’t said?”

“Did he ring you or something?” Beatrice raised a brow.

Jay shook his head slightly, “No, but you’ve seen the man. Does he look like the type to ditch you because he’s looking for something new or something?”

“Yes,” Amy and Trish answered, both looking at the only man at the table.

Amy looked at Trish, “But Trish, come on, how bad could it be? We only have two days to watch— the chances of seeing him may be slim. Plus, we can pull some strings from Stephanie and maybe get some extra privileges that come with the pass?”

“I do like the sound of that,” Jay nodded. “Talk to the McMahons. Probably find a way to get out of the McLaren area?”

“Yeah, I’ll call Steph or something. If not, I'm sure Shane would be generous enough to get us some other paddock passes,” Amy stood up and reached for her phone, flipping it open to contact their former employer’s daughter. She walked away from their booth.

Trish sighed and realized that her drink was empty.

“She’s not calling Shane right? Like my ex, son of my boss Shane just so I can see my other ex race?” Trish asked Jay with a ridiculing face, leaving the other Canadian to shrug his shoulders.

She wished she hadn’t gone to Montreal because she could feel his presence regardless of which part of the city he was in. Those weeks of being alone were hellish, if you were to ask them.

Everyone had taken notice of the model-turned-wrestler-turned-legend when she, alongside her former coworkers, arriving at the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve.

It was surprising, to say the least; she assumed that with what she was wearing - a low rise jeans with her custom buckled belt and some tight white tees - she wouldn’t have stuck out. She wasn’t sure if it was the buckle that caught everyone’s attention - or maybe it was the cowboy hat that she wore in the colour of McLaren. But everyone saw her and had taken photos left and right.

Jay and Amy had also signed some things — seeing as the three of them were to become legends of WWE. They’ve gone around the grid and talked to people. Team principals were rather glad to see the three of them, telling the trio that they made a good impression as professional wrestlers during the Attitude Era.

The three tried to cut the conversations short, not wanting to withhold the staff’s attention to their own racing teams.

Trish dreaded going to the McLaren area, not wanting to see her lover, Fernando, and feeling like she was imposing once more. Like he said, she was just a distraction… so she saw no reason why she should see his team before the qualifying. Her feet were backing off and she was ready to walk away.

She would have gone had it been for a young Lewis Hamilton who caught a glimpse of the Canadian wrestler. He was quick to reach out to her.

“H- Miss Stratus!” He greeted her, nervousness written all over his face but he smiled nonetheless. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is Lewis Hamilton.”

Trish quickly recognized the name, “Ah yes! It is very nice to meet you, Hamilton. You’re extremely impressive you know? I’ve watched the races from the television and you’ve got a lot of potential. It’s too bad I’ve never seen you race in person ‘til now.”

“That’s a lot of compliment coming from you,” Lewis chuckled meekly, “and you’re the one to talk. You’ve been an amazing wrestler and character during your active years. Some may think that your championships were nothing but a joke but I think they were rather fitting for your character.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, “when someone tries to bring you down, it’s just easier for you to either ignore them or eat up the attention.”

“And you chose the latter,” Lewis laughed.

“And I chose the latter,” Trish nodded. “As much as I’d like to keep talking I think I’m gonna have to cut the conversation short. I'd hate to impose and distract you—“

“Nonsense!” Lewis insisted, “Alonso’s been looking for you since we arrived a few days ago. I think he was worried you weren’t coming this weekend—“

“What?” Trish interfered, disbelief written in her face as she tried to comprehend what was just said.

Fernando’s looking for her and he’s scared she wouldn’t come.

Her lover had always been confident, some people thought of his personality as something more boastful and egotistical. She always loved that he could get self-assured at times, and that he would often infect her with the same energy until she was at the same level of confidence as him.

But even his fears could get irrational.

Sure, the breakup became the talk of the month or whatever (so far there had been ten magazines that had written about it), but not once did he allow any personal problem to get in the way of his racing. Whatever happened in the tracks, he’d make sure to address it, but he would never jeopardize his race just because he had an argument with his parents prior to the competition.

So his fear of her not being there? Trish was sure that he wouldn’t allow that to get in the way of his world drivers’ championship.

“Yeah, really,” Lewis nodded in confirmation. “I know he had flown out his mother from Spain too, seeing as this was your country and all. Mrs. Alonso keeps telling me that Fernando’s been keeping you from her so she just decided to come here for you.”

Okay, maybe there was a reason why he was scared. But they’ve broken up, have they not? It’s been nearly two months, why hadn’t he told Mrs. Alonso about their breakup? Perhaps she found out already, she probably just wanted to see Trish and possibly bitch-slap the Canadian. Maybe.

“Right,” Trish nodded. “I’ll see him around eventually. Maybe you can let her know I’m here? I’ve got to get back to my friends before the qualifying.”

“No problem, Miss Stratus!” Lewis grinned.

“Beatrice,” Trish told him, “call me Beatrice or Trish. Miss Stratus makes it sound like I’m old or something.”

“Alright… Trish,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ll pass the message to her for you. Hope you find your friends before it gets even worse in the paddock.”

“Thank you so much, Lewis,” Trish smiled softly at the man. “Good luck on your qualifying. Try to aim for the pole.”

“I’ll work hard enough!” Lewis bid his farewell to Trish before returning to the garage. Turning away, Trish kept a small smile on her face before she set off to find Amy and Jay. There was a lot for her to say about what she just found out.

“HOLY SHIT! HAMILTON’S AT POLE!” Jay screamed, his mouth gaping as he turned to look at his friends with widened eyes. The shared flabbergasted look on Amy and Trish’s faces matched with the man as they yelled excitedly, trying not to jump up and down in joy.

“He’s fucking pole tomorrow!” Trish yelled, grin widening even more as she shook Jay’s shoulders.

“…I think you should be more excited for something else, Beatrice,” Amy poked Trish on the side, making the Canadian turn around to face her best friend. Amy pointed at the screen, all of them watching as a checkered flag was displayed next to Fernando’s name and his final qualification time showing up next to the second one. “Nando’s at P2 tomorrow.”

Trish’s smile faltered for a moment, taking in the information as her chest swelled with pride. Her mouth returned to its curled position. She turned around to celebrate Hamilton’s pole position for a literal second and her man came running to retrieve the second position. Talk about a win.

Before they could even leave the McLaren’s hospitality they were approached by a media relations member to let them know about being interviewed. It wasn’t as if they could get out of that duty— Martin Brundle would most likely be the one to approach them if they hadn’t been notified and if there was anything Trish had learned it was that you don’t simply walk away from him.

“Trish, this is the first time I have seen you since last year’s Canadian Grand Prix,” Martin started once he introduced the three. “With what’s happening between you and a certain McLaren driver, or what even happened, how do you feel being in the circuit?”

“Well, I am quite excited for tomorrow. Seeing McLaren with a pole and a second position made me feel so giddy,” Trish grinned. She wasn’t lying, but she didn’t mention him nor the comment that Martin made about their famous break up.

“Rumour has it that you weren’t planning to go this year,” Martin asked her.

Amy decided to answer for Trish, “She wasn’t supposed to. She didn’t want to, I mean. And I know that this had been her tradition since she got her what— fifth— sixth Women’s Championship title?”

“Fifth,” Jay piped up, “if it’s 2005, yeah it’s fifth.”

“Yeah, so this was something that she had been doing since 2005 and if there’s anything that I knew since working with her was that she doesn’t like to skip out of certain traditions. We had to drag her ass out of Toronto a few days ago because well, we didn’t want to waste the passes given to us by a generous driver,” Amy continued, smirking towards Trish’s direction. The Canadian shot her best friend a look.

“Quite the generous driver, indeed,” Martin said, “have you three congratulated him by chance?” At least the man wasn’t singling her out now.

“We have not,” Jay answered, “we were planning to call it an early evening after we speak to their team principal however—“

Meanwhile, next to the trio stood Lewis Hamilton, who was being interviewed as well. He spoke about landing on the pole and how confident he was tomorrow.

Trish thought she misheard what he said as he continued, “I’ve seen Trish Stratus earlier. Trish told me today that I should get the pole position, and obviously being one of my favourite wrestlers and all— I can’t disappoint her.”

“She’s just right next to you actually,” Lewis’ interviewer pointed, making the cameraman pan his camera towards the wrestler who then turned only to see Lewis and the camera in her direction.

“Oh Lewis!” Trish exclaimed, interrupting the conversation between Amy, Jay and Martin as she apologized meekly, “Sorry, Martin. I’ll just move aside for a moment to speak to Lewis.”

Then she walked three steps towards the driver, “Can I give you a hug? Congratulations!”

Lewis took that friendly offer as he grinned, finally pulling away as he said, “Thank you, thank you! We were actually just talking about you and how you told me to get the pole position.”

“And clearly Lewis fulfilled it,” Trish giggled, clapping him on the back. “It’s going to be really exciting to see you tomorrow. And I’ve heard this is your first pole?”

“It is, it is,” Lewis nodded eagerly.

“God, I am so happy for you, Lew!” Trish exclaimed.

“And what do you think about McLaren getting another higher position on the grid tomorrow with Fernando Alonso getting a P2?” The interviewer asked, making the wrestler pause for a moment. Her face remained impassive, not wanting to give the papers more things to write about.

Her quick thinking, thankfully, led her to respond with, “I have always been supportive of each driver and just like the previous races, I never failed to believe that Fernando Alonso would be able to make it in the top ten. Each race that I have been to— I rarely go now— always has the same result with him being successful one way or another.” It was so nice having a media relations manager in WWE. At least she knew how to respond without losing her shit at people who kept on bringing up her ex.

“Do you think that his success in the races you make your appearance in would have to do something with you?” The woman across from the British and Canadian continued to ask, a smile on her face was rather genuine— if you would ask Trish. It was as if they were asking about a romance that had somehow brightened up the racing and wrestling community’s images.

Everyone did tell her and Fernando that while their relationship was made public they somehow managed to show genuineness instead of the fake smiles and pretentious display of affection.

So it never hurt for Trish to reminisce no matter what their situation was now. Trish answered the interviewer and said, “You know… that’s something that isn’t up to me. I know for a fact that Fernando was always made for this sport so me being there wouldn’t change a thing. I could be gone now and he’d still land in P2, you know?”

Amy: Gone down to the bar downstairs. Raikkonen and Button r here. R u coming?

Beatrice: No, too tired. Enjoy though xx

Her room telephone started ringing by the time she shut her phone close, groaning as she glared at the direction of the phone. There was too much to unpack after arriving from the venue that she scolded herself for staying a little longer at the McLaren garage.

Somehow she found a reason why Fernando refused to take her to the races. Being told that she was some distraction did hurt— but being left in the dark about what could potentially jeopardize his career was another. IFinding out about the information from Ferrari being passed to McLaren left a distasteful feeling on her mouth. She never wanted to take back her words of praise from earlier until now.

All the more reason to avoid Fernando right?

Right. But he was determined to make things right for them.

When Trish answered the phone she initially thought that it was either Jay or Amy, exclaiming, “What? I texted you alr—“

“Trish, hija!” The voice on the other side of the call silenced the Canadian, feeling too stunned and unable to speak for a moment as the sweet voice continued, “¿Te parece bien que hable español?” Is it okay if I speak Spanish?

Trish swallowed the lump on her throat and stammered, “Sí, por supuesto, señora Alonso.” Yes, of course, Mrs. Alonso.

“Hace tiempo que no sé nada de ti, mi amor. ¿Cómo has estado?” I have not heard from you for a while now, my love. How have you been? God, those words were angelic. For it to come from her lover’s mother was a blessing that was hard to believe.

Fernando’s mother had always expressed her fondness for the woman. Whenever Trish flew to Spain for holidays— all of which were spent with Fernando— his mother would always make sure that the Canadian had everything she needed. She even taught the younger woman a lot about Spanish culture. Needless to say, Mrs. Alonso enjoyed Trish’s company and vice versa.

“Ah, ha sido duro, pero estoy trabajando duro para pasar el día.” It’s been rough but I’m working hard to push through the day. Trish felt herself smiling before it fell off and asked, “If you do not mind me asking… How did you find my hotel room number?”

“Espero que no te importe, pero Nando ha sido muy reservado sobre ti últimamente. No me gusta ser entrometido, pero si significa para mí hablar contigo, entonces encontraré algo de sus cosas que me lleve a ti.” I hope you don’t mind, but Nando has been very secretive about you lately. I don’t like being nosy but if it means for me to speak to you then I’ll find something from his things that’ll get me to you.

Trish nearly laughed at this. Mrs. Alonso, whenever the couple were miles apart, would take it upon herself to talk in the background and join in at the conversation held between Fernando and Trish. She was rather dedicated to keeping her relationship alive with Trish and the younger woman appreciated that.

“¿Te parece bien si cenamos esta noche? Solo tú y yo, Fernando no estará allí.” Is it okay if we have dinner tonight? It’s just me and you— Fernando will not be there. Mrs. Alonso’s voice sounded more like a plea than it was a suggestion. “Tell me everything that happened.”

And who was Trish to say no? After all, she was the Alonso that Trish liked the most— not that she would ever tell Fernando that. There’s got to be at least something to lie to him about. Especially when he’d done it multiple times.

Their dinner wasn’t tense at all. It was as if they’d forgotten about Fernando for a moment as they chatted away, exchanging their thoughts on the current events and laughing about whatever.

Beatrice wasn’t too keen on telling Mrs. Alonso about the silliest things, but the older woman was a woman of detail. She needed to know how their relationship came to an end so easily. And instead of fighting back on it, Beatrice’s shoulders dropped as she started to tell Mrs. Alonso about what had happened weeks ago.

“We’ve been together for years,” Beatrice said, dropping her hands to avoid playing with her food. She offered a rueful smile to the older woman. “Me hizo sentir como si fuera una carga.” He made me feel like a burden.

Mrs. Alonso sighed quietly, unable to speak on behalf of her son. Fernando should be the one who would own up to his bullshit, and the pride that he carried within him hindered almost every good thing ahead of him. One of them being Trish. Mrs. Alonso figured that her son bringing his girlfriend along on a trip to Spain for holidays was a sign of love he could offer.

But hearing about how he exploded and called her an inconvenience? Fernando couldn’t be more wrong and stupid. Even Mrs. Alonso called him that.

He wouldn’t take Beatrice back home in Spain if she was just another woman to string along. He wouldn’t have lasted for two years in their relationship if he thought that Beatrice wasn’t the woman he wanted to marry. He hadn’t sat her down for three hours while drinking a bottle of wine, teaching her how to speak in Spanish at an intermediate level, just to toss her aside once he got her body trembling.

A non-committal person would do things like that. But Fernando was in love with Beatrice. He’d see the grid girls wink and even put their hands on him, but not once did he ever try to get a taste of infidelity. He wasn’t like that.

It baffled Mrs. Alonso to no end, but at least she expressed her empathy for the younger woman while telling Trish that she’d have a word with her son.

Fernando was an idiot, and Mrs. Alonso was going to remind him how idiotic he could get.

It wasn’t Fernando’s weekend this weekend, but it was Lewis Hamilton’s.

And Trish couldn’t be happier for the young British driver. She spoke to him before his race about keeping his pole position all throughout the race. Then she told him that he’s becoming her favourite driver in the grid (which was true). Lewis Hamilton merely grinned and told her that, “I’ll make you even prouder then, hm?”

And proud, she was. The moment he got an opportunity to be away from the media people, Trish didn’t take her time to drag Amy and Jay to find the man of the night. The Canadian merely rattled off at how exciting the race was for them as they were rooting for Hamilton. Lewis exchanged words and said something like, “I was nervous! I honestly thought I was going to fuck up at some point but no. I didn’t want you to see me race for the first time and watch me be shit at it.”

Their conversation was cut short when he was pulled away by his press officer. Lewis had to beg his press officer to pause for a moment before giving the three a heads up about a party to celebrate his win. Trish hadn’t even realized what she agreed on, waving him off and nodding as if to tell him that he needed to go. He took this as a yes to the invitation. So when she received a text from him (when he took her number) about the details of the party, she only turned to her friends and said, “I hope you’ve got some nice clothes.”

Being invited to a party wasn’t on their agenda. She thought of staying for two or more days in Montreal to visit the basilica and cathedral church— and maybe she’d check out a farmers market and see if they’ve got a stall of local distilleries. So to be a guest of this race weekend’s winner? She was more popular than some of them yet she was worried about how atrocious she looked.

She really lucked out when she managed to pull a going out top from her suitcase. A halter neck handkerchief top was what her eyes had settled on. Blue sequins were shining as she continued to hold it under her room’s light. She didn’t waste any time and prepared to go out tonight with her friends— and her new one, Lewis.

As soon as she arrived with the two, her eyes scanned the place. The dance floor wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t crowded either. She saw Lewis by the dance floor and had chatted with him for a moment before she waved at him, telling him to enjoy his night. She immediately went straight to the bar and ordered a martini.

Her eyes couldn’t help but wander, watching as bodies sucked in the air of freedom and happiness on the dance floor. She could see nothing but enjoyment, one that she craved the most after all those weeks of crying over some man.

Her gaze shifted to a rather expensive space inside the club. She could see a VIP booth full of familiar faces— those that she saw while she walked around the paddock. If everyone were here, as Lewis had told her, then that meant…

“My, my,” she turned away from the VIP table back to the direction of the entrance, finding herself face to face with Jenson Button. He leaned against the bar counter and offered her a smirk. “Aren’t you a beautiful sight to see.”

Thanking the bartender, she sipped on her martini with a scoff and asked, “Did that ever work on the girls you wanted to bed?”

He chuckled heartily, shaking his head as he sipped on his drink — rum and coke. “No,” he teased, “it didn’t work on you, clearly.”

Her face flushed before she turned away for a moment, hearing him laugh at the embarrassment that she felt.

Regaining her composure, Beatrice looked back at Jenson.

She knew that he was joking, but she had heard a lot about the grid singles; they were all trying to gain her attention when she attended the Grand Prix two years ago. Even now, there were still some drivers that were attracted to her. Jenson Button had an underlying problem and it was that his joke was half serious.

She cleared her throat and pointed at the glass in his hand, “Fifth drink?”

Jenson shook his head, “First.”

“I don’t blame you,” raising her martini, she responded with a nod before tipping the drink over her open mouth. The burning sensation down her throat left her hissing quietly, making her companion chuckle in amusement. “It’s nice to know you get off at the sight of a woman in pain.”

His chuckle turned into a snicker as his shoulders shook. He then continued to joke along with her, “Not your thing? We can always compromise.”

She bursted out of laughter, the burning feeling long gone as she exchanged words with him at the bar.

What she hadn’t seen, though, was a quiet Fernando. He was sat at the end of the booth, the dimly lit area hiding the deadly stare that he held while Beatrice and Jenson laughed at whatever the fuck they were talking about.

And as if God was laughing at him, the speakers were playing a remix of Beyoncé’s Irreplaceable. The song mocked Fernando’s vulnerable state.

“I can have another you in a minute, matter of fact he’ll be here in a minute.”

He didn’t know how long he kept his gaze on the same place, or how many drinks Trish had while he zoned out. He shook himself out of his thoughts when Nico Rosberg called him, asking if he’d heard what the German just said. He only nodded but somehow he ended up being roped into a short conversation. He lost sight of her.

“Baby I don’t give a damn, I know your man’s nowhere in sight.”

Kimi Raikkonen, who had downed four shots of tequila throughout the night, decided that it was the right time to speak. He wolf-whistled as he peered over Fernando’s shoulders, his eyes squinting as he watched the dance floor. “Look at that. Jenson lied about being shit at dancing.”

“And your eyes don’t tell a lie.”

Fernando’s head snapped at the direction where Kimi pointed and his eyes narrowed at the sight. It wasn’t a pleasant sight for him.

Because she was his woman. Not anyone else’s. Not Jenson’s.

But with their dire situation, Fernando couldn’t call her his woman. She was single. So he painfully watched Beatrice’s face inching towards Jenson’s.

The BAR-Honda driver’s hands were touching her hips as if he was holding a steering wheel. She smiled at him as if she liked it; Fernando knew she loved how his bigger hands gently rested on her waist whenever he’d sneak up behind her as she made their cups of coffee. Trish didn’t like how Jenson held her. Fernando just knew.

“I know you wanna come with me tonight.”

Right. That was it.

Fernando cleared his throat and stood, wordlessly walking away from the booth as he marched his way towards the two. His hand dragged her away from the British man, his face seething while Trish protested. She could’ve just pulled away because of how little force he had on his hold.

Instead she just followed along as they ended up in a quieter area of the club. A rarity for such a loud venue.

“I can’t believe you,” Beatrice, rather than causing a drama, merely whispered the first four words that she offered him since she walked out with a “happy fucking anniversary.”

“Trisha—“ he tried to reason out, but he was quietened by her glare.

“Everything’s falling apart,” she told him calmly, “everything’s falling apart but you refuse to take accountability for being a part of it.”

He remembered the controversy surrounding McLaren and Ferrari. And how he was somewhat a part of it.

Earlier today, he hadn’t even offered Lewis a congratulations on his first win. He bitterly walked off, frustrated at Lewis’ win and his P9 result. P-fucking-9. He’s been a two time world champion. Now he landed in P9? He was upset. It was even worse when he saw some televised interviews of Lewis and Trish being a little bit friendly as she showered the younger driver with support. Fernando was her favourite driver. Now it’s Lewis.

Then he remembered how he got into a huge argument with her, practically lying about being a distraction to him just to save face. He hated how his pride got in the way of the things he needed, blaming others seemed to be a better option than accepting defeat.

Beatrice continued on, “I gave you two years. I gave you half a year, Fernando. Why haven’t you backed out at the beginning if you thought of me that way?”

“I,” he paused to regain his composure, making sure that he was sober enough to speak. “I didn’t mean that.”

“You were quite passionate when you were screaming abuse at me,” Beatrice muttered sarcastically.

“I don’t, I really don’t— you have to believe me, mi corazon,” as of this point, he no longer had the prideful attitude. He didn’t care if he didn’t. He wasn’t about to lose her for good. “Everything’s falling apart and I wasn’t sure how to get myself out of it.”

“I could’ve done something,” Trish told him, “I could’ve been there to comfort you, to provide input— and I know jackshit about whatever’s happening. You didn’t tell me anything. How am I supposed to believe you after all of that?

“I can’t be the only one responsible here,” she continued with the pain that felt permanent. “You— ugh.”

She angrily wiped her tears away, a slight smudge of her mascara showing her exasperation as she asked, “These papers— those people… when they ask you about me— did you ever try giving them an answer?”

“Did you even tell them how much I fucking meant to you? Or did you just let it all show in front of the cameras because I’m not worth a word to anyone? Did you even bother to look and wonder how the fuck I was doing? After all of that fiasco last year— you weren’t even there!”

“And that was my mistake, Trisha!” He yelled in the same tone as her. Were they ever glad that nobody could hear them with all of the bass boosting inside the club.

Her lips trembled, unable to contain her sadness. She wasn’t even upset at the way he yelled. She was just sad it turned out like this.

He sighed, slumping down against the wall as he leaned his head back for a moment. He couldn’t talk to her if he couldn’t contain his frustration. But then again, if he continued to focus more on himself and keeping his composure— she’d walk away again because of the lack of words he had given her.

His hand reached on her wrist, squeezing it once, “Just stay. Don’t leave, mi corazon.”

“I’m not leaving,” she spoke quietly, slightly tugging her wrist away from his hold. Did he really think she’d leave? She only left months ago because she knew damn well that he’d much rather be alone… and that he didn’t want her there. “Only did that to make things easier for the two of us. I want to talk- and so do you, so I’m not wasting my time on leaving.”

Fernando Alonso never felt the need to explain himself any further to anyone, he could admit. He didn’t give that much shit what anyone would think, thanks to his ego. But he had never felt the need to explain himself this desperately before. He knew too well that the moment he watches Beatrice Staedtlander slip away from him would be the moment when everything ends for him.

“Ojalá pudiera volver atrás en el tiempo para poder contarte todo. Sé que he herido a mucha gente debido a mis acciones y he hecho tanto por ti, ojalá no dejara que mi orgullo sacara lo mejor de mí. Mamá tiene razón. Soy estúpido porque te he deje ir tan fácilmente en lugar de tratar de mejorar las cosas,” I wish I can turn back the time so I can tell you everything. I know I’ve wounded a lot of people because of my doings and I’ve done so much to you, I wish I didn’t let my pride get the best of me. Mom is right. I am stupid because I’ve let you go so easily instead of trying to make things better.

His mind was set on panic mode and clearly the rambling of Spanish words showed it. His eyes, ones that were often playful or stoic, softened as he kneeled in front of her, clasping both of her hands as he said, “Please. Let me back in your heart, Trisha. Let me learn.”

And she couldn’t even fathom the thought of refusing him. Because those two years of relationship didn’t build up to nothing. She hadn’t learned intermediate Spanish in his childhood home for nothing. She hadn’t stayed up late to receive his call for nothing. She wouldn’t have done anything as remotely outrageous as putting his driver number in her tiny bikini for a magazine cover if it hadn’t been for the love and dedication she had for him.

“You’ve always been in my heart, Nando,” she murmured, peering down at him as she held his face against her smaller hands. Pressing down a kiss on his lips, she then said, “But god if you fucked this up, then maybe we really aren’t meant for each other.”

Fernando stood from where he kneeled, his lips capturing hers in a heated yet gentle kiss as his hand sat on her hip. He couldn’t even seem to answer, but it wasn’t as if he'd ever refuse her. She was someone he’d never turn down; not when he knew that she was it for him.

But this wasn’t the first time they’ve broken up. And this definitely won’t be the last time Fernando Alonso would find himself making the biggest mistake of his life. Thank god, Beatrice Staedtlander was there to remind him that his pride would only hinder his chances of making things right.

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OMG!! I just had the cutest idea. Could you please write an imagine for Pedri, where reader is trying to learn how to tie a tie, an she tries it on him???

Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes, currently at work and did this a bit rushed on my phone 🥴😭

Learning -Pedri González

Summary: Doing a tie isn't easy as it seems and much less if you don't have someone to practice with, but you do

(He's so pretty, pls🥹💖)

"Now... Turn to the left, go to the back and then comes to the front aga-¿Cómo carajos?" You said winning a chuckle from Pedro, your one year a half boyfriend; you narrowed your eyes at him and pressed backwards to the video "Okay, turn to the left, go to the back and then comes to the fron-No! I still don't get it!"

"Bonita, stop worrying about it"

"No! I wanna learn!" You whined lightly "Besides, I can help you with it whenever you get an event, an invite, something among those lines, it can be helpful. Also in that way, we don't have to ask Rosy, for her help so much" He looked at you smiling softly and passed an arm around your shoulders and let it fell down to your waist, pulling your shirt up and drawning patterns on your side

"Mom's help?" He asked, you nod not looking at him, busy with the tie, tangling your fingers into the fabric "Yes, so I can help you with this and maybe even help Fer of he ever needs it" You shrug your shoulders "Rosy is in charge of the three of you and I want to ease her tension at least with one" He smiled pulling you into him

"But you don't have to worry so much, bonita. We can handle it" You laughed lightly "What?"

"Funny. You don't know how to do this, Fer doesn't know how to do this and your Dad either does know how to do this" You said as he blushed a bit "Besides, I don't want her to think I can't do a basic thing"

"We both know she doesn't think that"

"I know, but I don't want her to start thinking that"

"She won't"

"Can you let me be with my silly insecurities?"

"No, because they indeed are silly and nonsense. Mom loves you like a daughter already, she threatened me with cutting one of my hands and both legs off, if I hurt or let you go" Now, it was your time to blush "No estoy jugando, mi vida. Ella te ama a morir. Eres como su hija" (I'm not joking. She loves you to death. You're like a daughter for her) You smile

"Still, I wanna learn this" Pedro groaned lightly shaking his head and leaned down to steal a kiss from you "Hey! You're distracting me!"

"You can do it on me"

"Pedro, te amo, mi niño. But the least I would do is learn with you, we would get distracted with other things and we would end up doing everything in everywhere but learning how to do a simple tie"

"I can tie you up if that's what you want" You blush and hit the back of his head "Oye, la colleja no era necesaria"

"Tonto. I'm serious"

"And I'm too!"

"Are you really up to be my practice doll?" He nods "I would spend the whole evening doing ties around your neck" He lifted his eyebrows suggestive "NOT IN THAT WAY!" He laughs as you blush

"C'mon, let's go to the bath. You will have better lightning there and we'll do this" He said standing up, as you simply followed him.

Once there, you rushed over to him and sat yourself on top of the sink, with Pedri in between your thighs. You smiled passing the tie around his neck and with it you brought him to you, smashing your lips into his.

"We're starting badly" He whispered as you laughed into his lips, pecking them three times before letting him go.

"We're starting in the greatest way ever" You say smiling before getting to work.

You had mumbled and fumbled with the tie about a hundred times, you were nervous with Pedri's eyes looking straight at you and he knew it, but he also knew how much this meant to you so he didn't tried anything.

His hands were on your hips, provinding light touches to them, he was smiling and often when you leaned in too much he gave you a kiss on your forehead making you smile everytime he did it.

"I think... this is done" you smiled proudly at your work "it's not that good, but it isn't that bad either" You said looking at his eyes

"I'm sure you did great"

"Don't be so sure of that" He laughs and gets away from you lightly to watch the tie on the mirror

"We can practice tomorrow too, it truly doesn't look bad, bonita. If you keep going with it, it'll be better each time" He smiled high fiving you "So proud of you, mi amor" You smile kissing his stubble cheek

"C'mon, let me send a pic of this to Rosy and then we can do something else with the tie if you still want" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and spoke in a low voice looking at him in the eyes

"Get your phone, right now, señorita!"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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miguel-ohara-lover · 7 months

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Miguel x Spider-Woman W/ a Baby Pt.2

Part one

Tbh I don’t really know how to continue this but I tried haha

CW: Fluff, dad!Mig, reader has a baby, slight angst cuz of Gabi

It had been a few weeks since that little date you and Miguel went on. He had started encouraging you to bring Alice around more often. He loved seeing your little girl, loved watching over her and taking care of her.

She would never fill the void in his heart that Gabi left behind. Even so… he loved her dearly, as if she were his own. Seeing his smile, his eyes light up when he saw her, it made you happy. You hadn’t felt this love since your ex, Alice’s father.

You didn’t dare confess to Miguel, not until after the third date. Or was this the fourth… you started to lose count, time flying by when you’re with him. Your little girl had started growing bigger, and before you knew it you were celebrating her first birthday with Miguel.

It was a surprised when she started saying mama, a welcomed surprise. You teared up when you heard the adorable babble, immediately bringing her to Miguel excitedly. You wanted to show off her new found speaking skills.

It was an even bigger surprise when she looked up at Miguel with those adorable eyes and babbled something like dada. You both thought it was just nonsense, until her tiny hands reached up to him as she babbles more ‘dada dada!’

He was frozen, and you were confused. You had no idea where she heard this from, and concluded it had to be from Mayday calling Peter that. Miguel didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t been called dad in any form since Gabriella…

The sudden weight and pressure of fatherhood laid heavy on his shoulders once again. Yeah, he wasn’t Alice’s father, but the second she said dada to him… he felt all those paternal instincts fill him. It scared him, after his daughter he didn’t know if he would be good enough.

You saw the pain and worry in his eyes. Your heart sank, knowing exactly why he felt this way, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Miguel…” You started. “I’m sorry if it’s too soon. I understand, and I have no idea where she learned that. I’m really so-”

“It’s okay. Really.” Miguel stopped your apology. “Really…” His voice became quieter, and your hand moved up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch. “She can call me that.” He have you a gentle smile.

You smiled back and nodded. “Okay, Mig. I’m so happy she has you in her life.” You felt Miguel’s cheeks warm up as a blush spread across his face. “What is it?”

“Nothing… just admiring Alice’s mami.” Now it was your turn to blush, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “We’ve been spending so much time together… and I’ve grown to love Alice as if she were my own.”

You looked into his eyes as he spoke, listening to his words intently. His sentences are broken only by Alice’s adorable babbles that caught both your attentions. Miguel took a deep breath, taking Alice into his arms like just her presence was calming to him.

“I think I’ve started to fall for you… you’re so beautiful, so kind and you’re an amazing mother. I could go on…” He paused. “If you think it is too soon I-”

“I feel the same.” You cut him off.

He stood there silently for a moment, shocked by this confession. Without another word he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. He was so tender and soft, so different from how he was with every other spider person. Only you got to see this side of him, no one else.

It wasn’t long before the society caught on to the new relationship, since you two were always together, or if you weren’t around Miguel had Alice. Hearing her call Miguel papa or dada was a surprise, especially for Peter. He wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks and that made you laugh the few times you heard it.

Maybe Miguel’s walls are coming down, he won’t ever go back to how he had been before Gabriella, but you were helping a lot. And he loved you so much.

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@lewispool @meeom @deputy-videogamer @aug-ust69 @mythologicalgodsblog @ladyroseishere @autismsupermusicalassassin @ilovespiderman15 @justleavemealoneyeah @maryxlx01x @l3laze @drheinzd @saturnknows @cherrycosmos392 @oxrchd @number1gal @spikedhe4rt @oscarissac2099 @freehentai @obsessed-with-miguels-ass

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader

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sneaky-eel · 18 days

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Sense Ubisoft decided to give us jack shit on Desmond's mother I wanted to do my own little head-canon of her.

Desmond's mother is a cold, no-nonsense woman. A prodigy in her own right who was probably one of the options for the next mentor, but preferred field work. Her acts of love are through services and what is a better service to those she loves then ridding the world of templars. The longest she probably went without being out in the field was when Desmond was born and it isn't till he is 5 or 6 that she goes back out. Now she is working twice as hard. Not just for her fellow assassins, but now she has a son. A son who will be forced to do this same exact thing if she doesn't do something.

So she is around less and less. One day here, two days there. And maybe she thinks she is doing her family a favor. She deludes herself into thinking this will push Bill and Desmond closer together. Desmond will love Bill more because he is there and she is not. But it has the opposite effect. As he gets older Desmond starts to resent Bill. He can never be good enough. Never strong enough or fast enough. He is subjected to a constant stream of belittlement from his father. Bill works all the time and Desmond hates that he is forced to have dinners at an empty table all alone while Bill is in his office. So close but still too far.

But his mother? Oh his mother is his hero because all this time he has been building in his head the idea of what his mother is. An ideal mother. "Yeah she isn't here cause she is keeping us safe. Everyone says how great she is. The best of the best." He tells himself. Then as he gets older he starts to compare Bill to this idea of his mother. "If mom was here she'd be able to explain this better to me. She is really smart.", "When mom gets back I'm sure she can help me with this move. She's the best.", "Once mom gets here we can have dinner like a family, maybe we can cook together." on and on.

Finally, at 16, his mother is home for the first time for a longer than a day. Two whole weeks in fact. And he is so excited only for that reunion to be awkward and kind of cold. He doesn't get those meals together like he hoped. Training with her is worse than his father. With Bill he had learned when the man is actually paying attention and where, which allowed Desmond to slack in other areas, but with his mother she is always watching. She nitpicks every movement and doesn't seem to understand why he can't get something on the first try. She pushes Desmond well past exhaustion and makes him train even past that. Desmond's carefully crafted view of his mother is destroyed in just a few days leaving him empty and convinced that neither of his parents actually love him.

From Desmond's mother's point of view the reunion is "cold" because she doesn't know what to say to her son. She has been gone for so much of his life and the only things she really knows about him are through Bill. She knows he has potential, but he is "disinterested" and "never takes anything seriously" so in training she pushes him. She has been a field agent this whole time. She knows that a single misstep can mean death and Desmond is already 16. In a few more years they will send him on his first mission and she will be damned if she lets him die. Those missed meals together? She is with Bill in his office helping with his work and on occasion they will sit there with a bottle of scotch between them, talking about life before. Before he had to be mentor, when they had at least a little time to themselves. A little time for each other. She doesn't see what she is doing to Desmond.

When it's time for her to leave again she doesn't question Desmond's lack of smile or how he says he is going to go "train", she only thinks 'Good. He is going to start taking things more seriously.' She doesn't think anything is wrong when she gets off the plane and she drives to the safe-house. She doesn't know that Desmond has snuck out. Ran away from the home he believes never even cared about him. Nothing is wrong until Bill calls her and says the three words the shatters her world.

"Desmond is gone."

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #william miles #Desmond miles' mother #written post #can you tell I don't write often? <:D #headcanon #I think both her and Bill tried to show their love through preparing desmond #it just horrible backfired on them #Being a prodigy she never learned how to teach other “regular” people #the fact they never even gave her a name #damn it ubisoft #I want to learn to write so I can feed my own fanfic needs

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Piece of My Heart

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: This was not how Natasha thought life would pan out for her, a life without you was never in her cards.

Translations: dorogoy (sweetheart), malyshka (baby girl), zhena (wife),

AC: An idea I couldn’t get out of my head, sorry for the harsh Angst!!

"Gezz baby, you're kicking a lot today!" you spoke to your swollen stomach, a hand supporting your lower back as you finished cleaning up the mess from lunch. It wasn't ideal being cooped up in a small trailer with your wife and being on the run from the government while heavily pregnant, but you couldn't bear to do this without her. You refused to carry out the remainder of your pregnancy without Natasha holding your hand in the hospital while you both welcomed your new-born baby into this crazy world.

Natasha wasn't a fan of the idea of taking you with her, but nothing scared her more than refusing her pregnant wife. It wasn't easy going under the radar with you, but it worked, and the trailer seemed to do just fine for the meantime. In fact, Natasha was short of grateful for being able to have you all to herself. It gave her a chance to prepare herself for a whole new world, parenthood. She loved walking around the surroundings with you, waking up to you beside her, talking nonsense to your stomach while you twirled with her hair, making future plans with you, making promises with you, just simply being with you before her second love would steal her heart.

"I bet you miss mama already huh?" you rubbed your stomach softly as you made yourself comfortable on the bed again. Your due date was 3 days ago, and you were well over being pregnant, you just wanted to meet your little love already. "She'll be back shortly and hopefully with that ice cream and banana milkshake" you smiled softly before letting your eyes close for a moment, still rubbing your stomach to sooth their kicking. "God I hope she's back soon, that milkshake would be really nice, wouldn't it" you chuckled lightly before letting yourself drift into a slumber.

Natasha returned, quietly entering the trailer in hopes not to wake you if you were asleep. She placed the ice-cream and milkshake on the table before your calls for her made her smile.

"Hi darling, I got yo-"

"My water broke, don't freak out but I need you to get so-"

"What?! Baby, are you okay?! Let's get you to the hospital!" Natasha stressed rushing to the small wardrobe to collect some belongings. "Natalia, honey, look at me" you spoke, your words going in one ear and out the other. "Natasha!" you raised your voice causing her to stop her actions, "we're not going to the hospital, I'll be damned if I let us get arrested while I'm in labour! I need you to listen to me"

"But dorogoy, I don't ca-"

"NATASHA! PLEASE!" you screamed in pain before throwing your head back on to the pillow, "I need you to get some warm water and some towels, right now, please" you looked at her with begging eyes. Natasha nodded and rushed into the kitchen while you started doing your breathing exercises that you learned in the early states of your pregnancy, Natasha has never wished for help more than right now. Your screams echoed through the trailer, her heart skipping beats knowing she'd be meeting her son or daughter today and she didn't care if she was caught while you were in labor, she just wanted you in the hands of professionals.

She returned with the face of any mother who was about to meet their baby, she gently and slowly pulled your sweatpants pants off and threw them into a wash basket for later. "Baby, how long ago did your water break?!" Natasha looked up at you with a slightly frown, "45 minutes ago! YOU TOOK SO LONG TO GET BACK!" Your voice got louder as another contraction ripped through your body, your fists gripping the bed covers as Natasha tried her best not to freak out.

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Hours past full of screams and cries of pain, Natasha kept you cool with cold towels while holding your hand any chance she got. "Okay, malyshka, I think it's time to push, I can see their head" Natasha looked up between your legs, finally it was time. You took a moment to remember everything you'd learnt over the course of your pregnancy, nodding to Natasha when you were ready to push.

"Are you ready?" you asked her before doing anything else, "I'm not pushing this baby out if you're not ready Natalia, I need you to bed ready, please, are y-"

"Hey, listen to me dorogoy, I'm ready" she interrupted with a soft smile, "I'm more than ready to meet our beautiful baby, I'm ready to quit and give you both the life we talk about. I'm ready my love, more than ready" she assured you; tears filled your eyes from so many mixed emotions. Your wife has never looked more beautiful to you than right now, ready to take this new chapter of life with you. "I'm going to push now" tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled softly at her.

Natasha braced herself with the towels and warm water as you began to push, your screams getting louder and all she wanted to do was hold you. Breathing with you and wiping the sweat from your forehead but instead she had her eyes glued to the exact moment your baby would enter the world kicking and screaming.

"Oh baby, they're beautiful" Natasha looked up at you, "just one more big push" she added, her eyes full of true love. You pushed, one last time, your scream faded out from the screaming cries of your new-born baby, you let out a big sigh of relief and watched in tears as Natasha cut the cord and wrapped her gently in a towel. "Look mommy, meet your daughter" Natasha smiled, tears of her own streaming down her face as she gently handed you the new baby girl.

"She's beautiful" you sobbed with joy the moment your eyes landed on her. Nat kissed your temple and wiped your sweat with a clean towel, "you did so well my love, look what we did, she's here" she kissed your lips softly before you both looked down at your daughter in awe. "Baby, can you please take her? I feel a bit dizzy" you tiredly looked at your wife. You knew something was wrong, but you didn't want to worry Natasha, you gently placed a soft kiss on your daughter's head as Natasha carefully took her into her arms.

"Let's get you both cleaned up" Natasha smiled as she wrapped another clean towel from the pile beside you, she dipped the towel into some warm water and began to gently wipe your daughter's face. You watched for a moment, taking in the sight of your wife and daughter with a faint smile, "I love you so much, Natalia" you spoke weakly. Natasha turned with your daughter in her arms to see your eyes closed. "Y/n, dorogoy, d-don't sleep just yet" she gently placed your daughter in the stolen bassinet she found weeks ago.

It was only then Natasha noticed the pool of blood coming from you that something was wrong. She rushed to you, grabbing all the towels she could to stop the bleeding, every towel soaked with the color red. "Baby, come on, please wake up, please!" she begged, your daughter started crying as you lay there with a faint smile still on your lips, it was too late.

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The cold silence filled the trailer, Natasha sat outside on a chair by the door, tears endless streaming down her face as your daughter slept peacefully in her arms. Mason emerged from the tears, confused on Natasha's desperate 911 page to him. "T-take her" her eyes looked up at him, the life sucked right out of them. He didn't ask any questions, he didn't say a word, he took her sleeping daughter in his arms. "Don't come in, just, I don't care, just don't" she mumbled as she opened the door to the trailer, again, Mason didn't say a word.

Natasha closed the door and locked it, her eyes traveling up the short hall to the bedroom where you lay. She grabbed all the left over clean towels and brokenly walked into the bedroom where she respectfully cleaned you from the blood and put your favorite pair of her sweatpants on before she sat beside you, pulling your lifeless body closer to her.

"My beautiful zhena" she gently brushed your hair back, "I'm so sorry, I should've just taken you to the hospital" she hated how cold you felt, "I love you so much my love, you're my life, my reason to wake up, my everything" her voice broke as more tears poured down her cheeks like a waterfall, falling onto your cold skin as she kissed your forehead.

She laid with you until she knew it was time to let Mason take your body for her, bury you in a place she could visit you once all this was over. "Where do you want me to take her?" Mason asked as he handed your daughter back to her. "Bury her under the oak tree at the lake by the compound. I want her to face the water, don't leave anything behind and don't say a word to anybody. Play her favourite song and bury her with this" Natasha explained, her tears not stopping as she hands Mason a baby tee that said, "mommy gives the best hugs".

Mason nodded and Natasha slowly walked away from the trailer while Mason carefully carried your body back to his chopper. She refused to watch, refused to let your daughter see her mother be taken away like this, "I'm so sorry angel" Natasha placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead as she rocked her gently.

"Are you going to be okay?" Mason asked quietly. Natasha shook her head, "I'll wire you the money when I can" She changed the topic, "no, not for this. Maybe I should stick around, make sure you're okay" the man suggested having never seen Natasha in this state, it worried him. "No, I don't need you to stay here, I need you to bury my wife because I can't. I need you to make sure she's safe and home because I'm here with our daughter who doesn't even know her mother died. Please, I just need you to do this for me, don't come back here, we won't be here" Natasha's tone was stern. Mason knew better then to argue.

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A week passed by quickly but for Natasha it felt like not a day had passed. She didn't enter the bedroom anymore, the door remained closed, and she made herself comfortable on the small, uncomfortable sofa the trailer had. Your daughter, still waiting to be named kept Natasha from sleeping more than 3 hours. Natasha did everything she had too with what little she had. She wasn't one for praying but she prayed every night that she could return to the compound to be with you, she needed help and help was only a knock on the door.

"Wanda? Wh-what are you doing here?" Natasha answered the door with a frown, "you haven't answered any pages or messages. You look like hell" Wanda joked but Natasha didn't react, "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly.

"Natasha, we're free. You're and Y/n are no longer wanted"

Natasha's eyes flickered at the mention of your name making Wanda frown, "what's happened?" Wanda took in the state Natasha was in. Dark circles around her eyes, her stained tee and sweats quickly worried Wanda, "Nat" she spoke softly. Natasha shook her head as the tears streamed down her cheeks once again, her knees weakening as she watched Wanda come to the realization. "No" the witch shook her head as tears welled at her eyes; Natasha just nodded slowly as her endless stream of tears spoke more words than she could.

Wanda instantly pulled Natasha in for a hug, the widow wishing it was your arms wrapped around her as she broke down in her friend's arms. "You should've called, Nat" Wanda rubbed her back trying to keep strong for the redhead. It wasn't until a moment later that the cries of a new-born came from the inside of the trailer. Wanda looked up, her heart breaking even more as Natasha gently pulled away and made her way inside the trailer.

The cries of you baby girl broke Wanda's heart as she stepped inside the trailer, Natasha turned around slowly holding her daughter carefully in her arms as she looked up at Wanda. "I can't do this" Natasha spoke so softly that Wanda almost didn't hear her, she didn't stay still for another second before Wanda found herself gently scooping the baby from her friend's arms, "make her stop, please" Natasha's begging eyes filled with grief screamed at Wanda.

"She cries all the time, she doesn't sleep more than 3 or 4 hours, and I don-"

"It's okay" Wanda stopped the redhead from finishing her sentence, "I've got her" she smiled softly as her eyes took in the features of your week-old daughter filling the room with silence when Wanda started to gently rock her in her arms. "She's beautiful, Nat" Wanda commented, her tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

"Mhm" Natasha mumbled, "I take it you got here by jet?" she asked ignoring the loving look on Wanda's face.

"Yeah, Clint's waiting" Wanda's eyes never leaving the now sleeping baby in her arms.

"Take her back to the others. Just take whatever you need, I don't care"

Wanda looked up at Natasha, "Nat, you're coming with us" she gently placed the little girl in her bassinet before looking back at Natasha. "I know you're hurting" she spoke as she walked over to her friend and fellow Avenger before placing her hand on top of Natasha's, "you need time, I understand. Let us help you, let us be there for you and that beautiful little girl you have. Don't shut yourself off now Natasha, not after how hard you've worked to let yourself come this far. Y/n would tell you the same thing, you know that" Wanda continued.

"I don't want to hear it, I don't' want to go back to the compound and hear how loved and valued Y/n was, I don't want to hear how they made everybody feel some kind of way or how their smile lit up the entire room because I know. I know, okay? I know that they had the power to make everybody around them seem special, I know they had this way about them that made you forget the shit we see! I don't want to hear how sorry everybody is that I lost them, I can't do it!"

"Then don't, we'll go home and give you the space you need. I'll look after your baby girl in the meantime, but you have to promise me one thing" Wanda looked deeply into Natasha's eyes and saw a lost soul, a lover waiting for her lover to return.

"What?" Natasha sighed.

"You talk to me, you let me in. You know Y/n would never let you slip. Nat, they were my best friend, you are my best friend and they made me promise that if anything ever happened to them that I would take care of you, they made Clint promise the same thing which is why we're here. If anybody is going to get you come back with us it'll be them" Wanda smiled so softly it was almost faint, "come home Nat".

"They are my home Wanda" Natasha sobbed, letting herself crash into Wanda gripping onto her like her life depended on it. "I know" Wanda whispered as she comforted her friend, "I know" she repeated.

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"How's the mini widow this morning?" Tony smiled softly at the sleeping baby in the pusher as Wanda shushed him for being too loud, "I just got her to sleep, if you wake her, you deal with her" she warned in a whisper.

"Alright, what about big wi-…how's Nat?" he asked in the same lowered tone as Wanda, his joke not at all seeming funny to call Natasha a widow at this time.

"She won't even look at her let alone acknowledge her. It's been three weeks since they came home and mini widow is a month old, she needs a name before she actually gets used to mini widow"

"Want me to have a chat with her?" Tony offered.

Wanda shook her head lightly, "and push her further down the hole? I don't think so" she joked, "watch the baby, I'm going to try and get her to eat something" she added before patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, I have things to do!" Tony tried to stop Wanda from leaving, "you wake her, don't come crying to me Stark!" Wanda replied as she made her way to Natasha's room.

If Natasha wasn't in her room, she was either in the gym or by the place Mason buried you. Everybody was warned by Wanda not to hover around her or remind her of the wonderful person you were, for that, Natasha already knew how wonderful you were. She only spoke to Clint and Wanda and a few words to the others, but it was tiring for her to try and show any form of emotion. Clint was the one who was able to get her into the gym again, letting her take out her anger and hurt on a punching bag.

"I already ate but thank you" Natasha spoke softly to Wanda while she dried her soaked hair with a towel. "Beat me to it today" Wanda placed the breakfast roll on Natasha's desk, "So, how do you feel about seeing mini widow today?" she asked while watching Natasha grab her hair brush from the end of her bed.

"Wands I ca-"

"Natasha, she needs you. You're her mother, she doesn't us, she wants you" she interrupted her.

"Wanda! I can't!" Natasha snapped, "I can't look at her and not see Y/n! I can't look at her and not think about Y/n and how we were supposed to raise her together! The moment I saw her she reminded me so much of Y/n and the only moment I want to remember is the short 15 seconds I had with them both. Now please, stop asking me every day if I want to see her because I can't do it" Natasha's eyes filled with tears, "I miss her so much, I'm just not ready to let her go" she added.

"You're not letting her go, Nat. Y/n is always going to be a part of your life, they are going to live through you, through me, through the others and that beautiful angel downstairs. I know it's hard, I can't imagine the thoughts you are having but that little girl has lost her mother and if you think I'm going to let her lose her other mother, you must think I am stupid. So, I'm going to ask you every damn day if you want to see her because she is your daughter and I'd do the exact same thing if it were Y/n in your shoes right now" Wanda's tone was stern but meant care. Natasha was being stubborn, and Wanda knew you'd never allow her to continue to slip into the dark hold grief can hold over somebody.

"We're going for a walk around the compound today, if you want to join us, you're welcome too" Wanda added before leaving the room. Her heart racing, worried Natasha would have her throat for overstepping the line but instead she left the room leaving Natasha to fall to her knees in tears. She begged you to help her find the strength to be there for your daughter, to help her push through that heart ache whenever she laid eyes on her, to help her be the best mother she could. She needed you.

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Natasha walked into the compound's kitchen with shaky hands as she looked at Clint. It had been another week since Wanda made Natasha realize she needed to gather the strength to be there for her daughter. "Where's Wanda?" she asked softly, Clint looked up from his newspaper almost a little too proudly to see his best friend asking for Wanda. "She took mini-Widow for their morning walk" he smiled softly. It was the only information Natasha needed as she made her way outside and saw Wanda pushing the stroller slowly.

"Soon enough you'll be able to run around here, you're growing so quickly little miss" Wanda coo'd as Natasha approached them slowly. Her heart wasn't racing, nor were her hands shaking anymore. With every step she took closer to the stroller and Wanda she felt at ease, a presence she could only hope was you.

"Wands" she spoke making Wanda turn to face her, "do you want to hold her?" she asked. Natasha nodded and watched as Wanda carefully scooped the mini widow from the stroller and handed her to Natasha. Tears instantly filled her eyes when she looked down at her daughter, "Hi my little angel" Natasha whispered before placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be inside if you need anything, okay?" Wanda rubbed Nat's back before walking away.

"You're so beautiful, you look just like your mommy" tears fell onto the tiny girl's tee as Natasha carefully started to walk around with her in her arms, rocking slightly. "Look how big you've gotten, my strong girl" she coo'd, "I'm so sorry mama needed a moment but I promise I'm never going to leave you again. I hear you've got a little nickname" she smiled softly.

Natasha returned to the building a little over an hour after walking around the compound's property with her daughter. Cries for food alerted Wanda as Natasha gently knocked on her door.

"Uh, I'm not sure what to feed her but I think she's hungry"

"I know that cry anytime" Wanda smiled softly, "I've got bottles of milk in the fridge, I'll show you" she added.

Wanda showed Natasha what to do with her bottles and how to make them, how warm to have them and a general run down on every detail of the still unnamed baby.

"Thank you, Wanda, I mean it. Being there for her and giving love when I couldn't, I needed that talk" Natasha looked up at Wanda while she fed her daughter for the first time since being back. "I know, you don't have to thank me. I'm her aunty Wanda, she loves me" Wanda scrunched her nose with a smile, "but you really need to name her because I don't think Y/n would love her getting used to mini widow" she added. Natasha chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb her feeding daughter.

"I was thinking. Y/n and I spoke about names a lot but never settled on anything and with everything, I think" she paused and took a moment to look at her little girl before looking back at Wanda, "Y/n Wanda Romanoff. After the two most important women in her life" she added with tears.

Wanda couldn't help but smile, "little Y/n, it's beautiful Nat. Now we just got to hope that little miss Y/n here doesn't get her mama's stubbornness" she joked. "I'm making no promises, at the end of the day, she is a Romanoff" Natasha playfully raised a brow.

"You never scared me Natasha, but Y/n did and she's part Y/n and part you plus she has the Avengers as her family, that's a lot scarier than you" Wanda chuckled. In that moment, Natasha knew that even though a piece of her heart died with you, nothing in the world mattered more than the little girl you brought into this world. With the love and support Natasha had surrounding her, she knew you left her in good hands and your voice would always run through her mind whenever she needed you.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow

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kitthepurplepotato · 8 months

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Bakugou Katsuki’s Daily Shenanigans!

Season 2!

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Chapter 1: Relationship 101 with Bakugou Katsuki!

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki fell in love and he hates it. He hates the fluttery feeling in his stomach, he hates how his chest feels when he looks at you, ha hates how his heart starts pounding in his chest every time you leave a tiny kiss on his cheek; Bakugou Katsuki is 100% sure he’s allergic to his girlfriend.

In this story, Bakugou Katsuki learns how to be in a relationship. For the first time in his life he’s struggling to get the thing right, but thankfully, he has the most caring and understanding girlfriend the world has ever seen. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting smacked in the head a few times though. There is a reason why his girlfriend’s nickname is ‘the Menace.’

This season can be read as a stand-alone, but I highly recommend you to start at the beginning to actually understand the story properly!

Tags: Established relationship, aged up characters, fluff, comedy

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Other minor background ships: TodoDeku, KamiJirou (they are married in this AU), Kirishima has a crush on an unknown lady working in a coffee shop 🌚

General warnings for this season: Swear words, highly suggestive, possibly sexual content (haven’t decided yet), mentions of sexual topics, potential mentions of injuries and fights etc.

18+ for safety! New warnings on every chapter.

Also, the writer of the story is a foreigner, so don’t kill her if she makes a mistake, thank you 🩷

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Mr. Katsuki doesn’t give a fuck about romance.

He doesn’t understand why do people need to be so disgustingly cheesy with each other, he doesn’t understand what’s so good about being in love and he definitely doesn’t understand how did he end up in a committed relationship.

Yes, Bakugou Katsuki, 25 years old Number 2 pro hero is in fucking love and he hates every single minute of it.

He hates it.

So much.

So-so much.

The cuddles? Nah. It gives him all these fluttery-jittery shitty feelings and his heart is probably allergic to it because there is no way it should beat that quickly.

The kisses? Well, they don’t have too much of an experience in that yet as the first time they kissed Katsuki didn’t kiss back as he was too busy having a mental breakdown, then their next kiss was so heated he almost did some unspeakable things to his brand new girlfriend and he had to run home to take care of his misbehaving “friend” and take a really cold shower to stop himself for running back to the office… and that was a terrible experience. Then this whole lovey-dovey thing got awkward. He has no idea what the fuck is he doing and every time he decides to kiss Y/N, his heart wants to explode and he doesn’t want to die so… he’s not doing it.

The sex? Well… they are not there yet but even the thought of it makes Mr. Katsuki insane. In a bad way, of course.

Of course…

Also! No one fucking told him you can get addicted to a person. Love should be illegal. This is terrible. Mr. Katsuki can barely sleep during the night because his fucking mind can’t stop thinking about The Menace and about all the things he… would probably absolutely hate doing. Like cuddling in bed. Or making out until the morning. Or doing other stuff until the morning then call in sick to work, because they are old and their backs hurt. Disgusting. Just disgusting.

Mr. Katsuki is definitely sick in the head. This is all nonsense. He’s not going into his office to be the best hero anymore, but to see Y/N in his shitty oversized hoodies and daydream about her wearing his hoodies instead.

Okay, what the fuck, no.

Fucking no.

Mr. Katsuki hates everyone and everything right now but the one he hates the most is…

“You fucking Menace, get out of my fucking head, I can’t sleep because of you!” Mr. Katsuki yells at his significant other on this lovely Thursday morning.

Ahh, she’s so fucking cute before her first coffee, what the fuck. She looks so confused, Katsuki really wants to kiss her senseless.

Wait, what?

“Aww, that was so fucking cheesy, what the fuck.”

… Nevermind, the urge is gone.

“It wasn’t a compliment, you dipshit!” Katsuki yells again with a face red as a tomato.

“I’ll just act offended then, but can I have my coffee now?”

Y/N comes way too close for Bakugou’s liking. Is it really necessary to stand so close to him? It gives his heart a hard time. Being allergic to your girlfriend sucks.

“Who said it’s yours?” The blonde retorts. Maybe he just wanted to bring his best friend a coffee. Or have two coffees.

“It’s mine now.” The Menace puts her mouth on Mr. Katsuki’s cheek, which makes his heart act up again. She snatches the coffee out of his hand while he’s distracted and sits back down happily to finish her paperwork.

Mr. Katsuki hates The Menace. So-so much.

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Kirishima is really happy for his best friend, but he is also mentally scarred.

It was only a few days ago when he accidentally walked in on his best friend and his assistant having a heated sparring session with their tongues; he will never forget seeing Y/N’s hands almost completely down Katsuki’s pants while his blonde bestie was busy squeezing the shit out of her thighs on his office desk.

Now look, Kirishima knows this is his fault; he’s the one who hired Y/N just to keep himself entertained, knowing the two will be at each other’s throats most of the time, making a mess in the office as they both have the same personality and none of them knows how to back down. It really has started as a really expensive joke. What Kirishima didn’t expect was to watch those two fall for each other in the middle of their heated arguments. It was so fucking obvious yet so unbelievable, but Kirishima then decided to push them to their limits and actually made it happen; he came up with the stupid idea of closing the two in the same hotel room for a few days for a mission, but Kirishima’s joke almost cost both of their lives; the suspect ended up to be Y/N’s biggest enemy who’s been waiting to get revenge on her for arresting his gang buddies a few years ago.

Long story short, the drama escalated, Katsuki got quirked with a quirk called “Anguish” which basically made him extremely depressed and suicidal for a day and he was saved by a massive bitch slap and a ferocious kiss by the love of his life; kinda like in the cheesy romantic movies Kirishima adores. Kirishima is absolutely not jealous. Not at all.

Also, Y/N became a great friend to Kirishima during her employment; she’s a fierce, honest woman from abroad, beautiful, proud and intelligent. She’s also an amazing (currently) ex-hero who got wounded in a massive fight for her country and had to step down completely after almost losing her life. She was bedridden for months, unable to eat, shower or do anything alone and even after getting better she was forced to stay far away from actual hero work for a while, hence why she decided to join a hero agency as an assistant; this kept her close to her dream in a safe way and also let her live in her favorite country.

Kirishima will never forget Bakugou’s face when he realized Y/N was the number one hero of her country while Katsuki was stuck at number 2 thanks to Deku. They had a spar which ended up being more like a foreplay than an actual battle but Y/N won anyway; she has the most OP quirk the world has ever seen. She can activate any quirk she can come up with and alternate it in any way or use multiple quirks at once if she concentrates on them enough. Like what the fuck man, that’s cheating.

So yeah, Y/N is a great friend of Kirishima and he’s really happy for his friends but he will never get over Katsuki’s horny face that’s for sure.

But…

After that one incident on their first day of being a couple, the two… well… they went back to their normal selves. And Kirishima is really bloody confused.

“The fuck are you yapping about you fucking extra?!” Katsuki yells, his eyes piercing through the skull of this poor guy who works as a side kick at the agency. Kirishima can’t lie, Mizuto isn’t his favorite guy either, he’s sensitive and overdramatic but he hid it really well at the interview. Kirishima hates himself for putting these two in the same meeting room instead of doing two separate meetings, one with the bosses (and Y/N) and one with the extras, as Katsuki likes to call them.

“I’m saying that your leading techniques are harsh and rude and I don’t appreciate you talking down on me!” He yells and Katsuki stands up; he gets pulled back to his chair by Y/N.

“Shut the fuck up, the both of you, I have a migraine!”

“Then go the fuck home…” Katsuki can’t finish his sentence as Y/N randomly creates a spray bottle full of water and sprays the hero on the side of his face; the way some stupid people do with cats when they misbehave. Letting Y/N meet Momo Yaozoru was another terrible mistake of Kirishima’s. Katsuki does not appreciate the gesture and throws an explosion at Y/N but she deflects it with a mirroring quirk; Katsuki moves away and the explosion hits the window and blasts through it.

Great. They need to change the windows again. Kirishima really thought that with these two getting together, all the aggression will fade away but apparently that’s not the case; are they even together or did they just have a moment which Kirishima awkwardly interrupted? Kirishima was sure they are a couple, especially as none of them moved away from each other when he found them in each other’s arms.

He needs to investigate.

After the meeting and a phone call to the maintenance - they don’t even ask questions anymore, they just give them a full day long appointment because they know them so well by now - Kirishima asks Katsuki to come to his office for a quick “catch up”. Katsuki does not appreciate being called into the office like a fucking extra, especially as they are supposed to be co-leading the agency but Kiri only smiles in Katsuki’s pouting face.

“Bro, I just called you here to gossip. I wanted to know what happened after I left that day.” Kirishima winks and Katsuki looks away with a massive blush on his face. He’s fucking adorable.

“Nothing. I went home.” Honestly, this guy is a pain in the ass. Why can’t he take a hint?!

“So… did you kiss since?”

“No.”

“Uhm…” Kirishima wonders what the fuck should he say to that. ‘Did you fuck’ just doesn’t sound right. “So you two are not…?” Kirishima can’t finish the sentence as an explosion hits his face. He should have seen that coming. His eyes sting now.

“Do you have a crush on my girlfriend or what?!” Katsuki yells and Kirishima grins; it takes a few seconds for the blonde to realize what he’d just said; his face contorts into a frown and sits back, mumbling profanities to no one in particular.

“I got all the information I wanted. You are dismissed. Congratulations!” Kirishima’s shit eating grin can be seen even from the moon, that’s how massive it is.

Ahh, young love.

“Fuck you.” Katsuki mumbles and leaves the office, almost breaking his door for the 700th time. Ahh, never mind, the maintenance guys will probably have a spare with them anyway.

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You are on your last few bits of paperwork when a bewildered Katsuki comes into your shared office.

“What.”

Katsuki throws himself into his chair, he rolls around like a kid, left to right then in circles before he answers. He’s so fucking adorable. Goddamnit.

“Kirishima is in my ass, asking stupid questions about you.” He pouts and you laugh; Katsuki doesn’t like to be laughed at so he sends a tiny spark towards you, not even strong enough to travel to the right destination.

“I can help you forget the conversation.” You wink jokingly, but your boyfriend only rolls his eyes. There is a slight a blush on his face he can’t really hide, but by the look of it, he doesn’t want to anyway.

“Which part of ‘taking it slow’ do you not understand, you bloody woman?” Katsuki yells but there is no edge to his voice; for anyone else this would sound offensive, but for you, it just sounds pained; he’s clearly still getting used to all of this and while you can barely stop yourself from kissing him senseless every day, you can absolutely understand him.

“I know. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Calm down.” You murmur, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible to not freak your brand new boyfriend out.

“I’ve never said I don’t want it. I just want to take it slow.”

Well, that sentence went straight between your legs. No one can judge you for being like that after dancing around each other for literal months. It’s the honeymoon phase. It will pass.

“C’mere.” Katsuki grunts and you jump up from your desk to walk towards your boyfriend. He manhandles you into his lap while snuggling his face into your chest and sighs. You can only hope he can’t feel the way you shivered all over from the hotness of his breath.

“Better?” You ask, faking nonchalance.

“No, I hate it. Makes me feel all tingly wiggly and shit. Relationships suck.” He murmurs and you can’t stop the laugh bubbling up in your chest.

“Yeah, me too. I hate it so much. It’s terrible.” You bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing and the blonde looks up at you, arching his eyebrows in disapproval.

“Don’t make that face. I hate it.” He grumbles, but you can see how his eyes light up as he looks down; he licks his lips while staring at yours but he doesn’t move towards you; you really want to tackle this man and kiss some sense into him. “Now go away, I need to finish the paperwork.”

Well, you are dismissed now! You go back to your desk, giggling to yourself like a lovesick teenager; he’s so fucking cute. Oh my god, since when are you such a sap?!

“How long will you be staring at me?” Katsuki mumbles begrudgingly.

“I can do this all day.”

He tries his best to look offended but you can’t miss the way his mouth quirks up as he shamelessly ignores you for the rest of the day.

Well, this will be a long run but fuck if it’s not worth it for those small smiles only you can see.

Maybe one day, it won’t be so hard to initiate contact with him. One day, you might be able to give him a kiss without being told off for it. That day is not today though but that’s fine; he can take as much time as he needs because you’ll be there, waiting for him. If you need to, you’ll wait for him forever.

“Thanks… Y/N.” He mumbles with a red face but doesn’t look up from his laptop; you smile to yourself and doesn’t answer; you don’t need to. He knows you well enough to know what your answer would be anyway.

You really love this fucking madman.

…Next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Welcome to the ‘potato ramble’ section of the ficc. This is where are I talk to myself while you roll your eyes at home thinking ‘I ain’t got time for your shit, fella.” I’ll ramble about the story or about a random things you don’t want to/need to know about the writer. I’ll try to behave.

- Sorry if there’s barely anything new in this chapter, this is more like a chapter 0 than a chapter one and it also gives you a brief recap in case you have the brain capacity of a goldfish as I do and you forget the main story by the time you get to the second season. Yeah, sorry. I hope you still enjoyed it though!

- The “I can do this all day” bit was a Captain America reference.

- If there’s anything you want to see in this ficc, let me know and I might use your idea!

- About the potential cheekiness in the ficc… please tell me what do you prefer. Brief mentions of their cheeky deeds? Detailed first time? Nothing? Potatoes? French fries or mashed? Or should I just write about Katsuki’s pigeon, Steve? Tell me your thoughts because I honestly don’t know what I want to do. 😂

- YES, I’m sleep deprived right now, how did you know?!

- I’ll shut up for today, I think I confused you enough for one day. Have a lovely week!

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Title: Mother, dear

Pairing: Mikael M. x Heretic!Black!Reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Heretic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Mikael, Soft!Mikael

Summary: Elena and Co. learn that the Mikaelson's parents are very protective

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it.

Elena let out a scream when a knife flew pass her head and into a werewolf while both Elijah and Klaus looked unfazed. Damon was shocked seeing the wolf drop, it was suppose to be a meeting between Elena and the Originals about letting the human live a normal life. That was until a group of wolves attacked them. Both Elijah and Klaus were vervain and wolfbane while Damon was tied down with vervain ropes and the wolves trying to take Elena to have leverage against Klaus.

"I suggest you let my boys go." Your voice reached their ears, both Elena and Damon was surprised to see you standing in the doorway. You were a 900+ year old vampire and both Elijah's and Klaus's overly protective stepmother.

"Your boys?" The leader wolf questioned looking you over. You looked non-threatening but the two Originals knew better as Mikael wouldn't had married you for no reason.

You were just a Queen's handmaiden back in 1190 when you met the Mikaelsons. You were a woman that had no time for nonsense and Mikael was an over protective father who kinda fell in love again. Mikael had grew overly protective after Freya's death and even more after Henrik's which annoyed Esther seeing Mikael hover over their children.

"Yes. The two Originals." You said as Elena was surprised while Elijah and Klaus groaned if you were in Mystic Falls so was Mikael.

"Look I can care less about a baby vampire and doppelganger. So hand..." You were cut off by a werewolf wrapping a hand around your thoat. Which didn't last long as the wolf fell over dead.

"Do not touch my wife and let my sons go." Mikael growled hand covered in blood. You sighed as much as you loved your husband, you wish he would ease up on your children. You walked over to Elijah and Klaus freeing the two and Elena watched how soft you treated the two.

"Mother....there was no need to bring father." Elijah groaned just laying his head in your lap too tired to fight the vervain in his system.

"Sorry darling but he followed. You know how your father is." You say softly running your fingers though Elijah's hair relaxing the vampire. Klaus also leaned against you feeling just as tired.

Mikael had done everything for his children. Making sure they feed, making sure Esther doesn't find them, always taking on whatever pain they could face. You knew how much of a brute Mikael was before his first born but now.

'The world seemed to stop whenever I first held each of them. I knew I would do anything for them.' Was what Mikael told you when you first asked about his past. Mikael dropped the body and was by you three right away worry settling over his face as he began to look over Klaus since he seemed worst.

"Niklaus? Are you alright? What do you need?"

"For...you to...not baby me." Klaus growled weakly pushing Mikael away. It was always Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah that got of Mikael's over protectiveness. Mikael was unimpressed by Klaus as he lifted the hybrid laying him on the couch.

"I'm sorry....but who are these people?!" Damon asked seeing Elijah being practically being cuddled by you while Mikael rubbed Klaus's back still worried about the hybrid.

"This is our mother Y/N and father Mikael. They have followed me to Mystic Falls no doubt." Elijah said weakly wrapping his arms around your waist groaning in pain. Elena frowned confused as Damon was surprised.

"I thought the Original witch was your mother?"

"Birth mother but no mother of ours due to the whole trying to murder us thing." Klaus huffed feeling a little better and Mikael went to get your sons some blood. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing both Originals being babied by you. It was odd to Damon since it was clear you were a younger vampire than the Originals, yet here they were treating you like their mother.

"Mother, why have you came?" Elijah asked looking up at you feeling you run your fingers though his hair.

"Your father wanted to help Niklaus and to bring the family together." You said softly looking worried as Elijah closed his eyes. Mikael returned with blood bags and handed you one to feed Elijah. Both Damon and Elena watched surprised and unsure on what to do.

Mikael was angry for one Esther was alive and two the witch treated you like you were nothing but some maid. Of course the siblings watched their father grow more angry with Esther after passing comment the witch made about you. Esther glared at you seeing you sitting with Finn just talking. Since being undaggered Finn hanged around you just like Elijah, both were mama boys.

"I have a announcement." Esther said making herself known to her family ignoring how Mikael glared at her. Everyone looked at the witch unaware of her plan.

"I have decided that we should have a ball. As a family we should show that we mean no harm."

"That means I can take mother shopping!" Rebekah squealed happily standing up and Esther smiled.

"I would love that Rebekah."

"I said mother not you Esther." Rebekah said taking your hand dragging you out of the room with Finn following after. Esther left in a huff angry as in the witch's eyes you stole her family.

"Stop messing with your tie love." You say softly fixing your husband's tie looking up at the Viking. Mikael huffed kissing your forehead letting you fix his tie.

"I worry Esther is hiding something." Mikael says moving a hand along your curves. The dress you wore was a deep red and backless, it had a beaded bust and flowy skirt prefect for dancing.

"No worries my love. If she is we will protect the children." You say looping your arm though Mikael's walking out to the ball. You looked out seeing your children with their dates while Esther looked down at everyone.

"Ma, I want you to meet Bonnie. Bonnie my mother Y/N and father Mikael." Kol says smiling as Bonnie shook your hand. You saw how happy Kol looked with the young witch.

"I hope my darling son has been a gentleman."

"Oh...he has ma'am." Bonnie says following your eye sight up to Esther then looked at you seeing you wink at her. Bonnie caught on to your signs to keep an eye out for Esther and it didn't help that the Original witch met with Elena.

Murder, Esther wanted to kill her family and was going to do it by linking them together. You couldn't stop it due to the stronger witch taking you out first. Finn pressed a cool clothe to your forehead worry written all over his face.

"How is mother?" Elijah asked walking into the bedroom suit jacket gone along with his tie. You layed in your bed in the thinnest nightgown you owned under just a sheet.

"Weak....she can't keep down blood. How's father?" Finn said sounding tired since he was the one up with you the most other than Elijah.

"Niklaus and Kol had been trying to stop him from rampaging though the town. Rebekah is getting answers from Elena."

"Babies....my sweet boys...if I..." You rasped out making them jump and Finn wiped the sweat from your face.

"Shhhh mother. You will be fine, save your strength. Bonnie will fix this." Elijah says softly brushing your hair from your face. You smiled weakly watching your boys clean up around your room.

"I broke the link but as for curing Y/N ...it'll take longer." Bonnie tells Klaus frowning before diving into her grimoire. Klaus looked at Kol worried that Bonnie was over working herself and looked into getting another witch. While Mikael was with Elijah and Finn taking care of Esther.

"How are you feeling mama?" Rebekah asked opening a window to air out the room. You smiled weakly at Rebekah feeling her lay next to you holding your hand.

"A bit better my sweet girl." You whispered breathing slowly making Rebekah frown. You felt your daughter press closer and you knew she was worried.

"I'll be okay, love." You say softly running your fingers though Rebekah's hair relaxing and she began to fall asleep.

You woke startled feeling Finn at your back and noticed your other children also in the bed. You felt better and smiled feeling Elijah mumbled in his sleep pressing his face into your abdomen. Klaus was behind Rebekah who was still pressed against your side while Kol was piled onto Elijah.

"They wanted to stay with you." Mikael says leaning over kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Understandable. Where is Esther?" You asked reaching for Mikael's hand feeling happy lacing your fingers with his.

"Dead and hopefully she stays dead." Mikael says rubbing your hand and you both just relaxed watching the siblings sleep. You both just wanted to enjoy the quiet before they woke up.

"Should we tell them?" You asked feeling the siblings press closer squeezing you. Mikael chuckled kissing your hand before looking at your abdomen.

"Later, let's enjoy our moment together."

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