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starhvney · 26 days

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Halo! Anon who said 'PLEASE KEEP LIVING' again ^^!! Anyway, I wanted to try requesting so can I request a Gene x reader oneshot where the reader has to babysit her little brother/sister (you decide the name and gender!) with the help of her boyfriend, Gene? I imagine their friends teasing them a little bit about it and when they go to the supermarket with the kid the cashier'll give a small comment about them being 'a cute married couple'

Thank you, and don't rush!

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after you were asked to babysit your little sister, your boyfriend helps you with the adorable task

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, established relationship

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: i went ahead with little sister because i only have sisters so it was easier to write tehe. this is adorable btw thank you for the prompt anon! i am still living!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

come over?

i can’t today, have to babysit angie and get groceries :,)

so?

you blink down at your phone, pausing while buckling angelina into her car seat as your eyebrows pinch together at your boyfriend’s message.

???

i’ll go with you.

you huff out a laugh, and angelina responds with a confused giggle of her own, her small hands bouncing against the sides of her seat in anticipation. you finish buckling her into her tiny constraints, to which she pouts at you, kicking her chubby legs in protest with a whine. you merely poke her nose, whispering a “shush” and clambering into the driver’s seat.

okay, i’m leaving right now though

ok, pick me up on the way then

i’ll be there soon

it’s only a few songs into your jam sesh with angelina before you make it to gene’s apartment. you decided to take her up to the door with you, knowing how excited she got to see your friends. before you could knock, gene opened the door for you, dark blue eyes crinkling as he smiled at the pair of you.

“hey.” he leans forward to greet you with a short-lived kiss.

“gaaa!” angelina calls out, leaning forward from your hold with outstretched arms as she eagerly babbles for gene to hold her.

it doesn’t take much convincing on her part, as he snatches her from you instantly, giving her a short toss in the air and planting a kiss on the small girl’s cheek.

“hello there, angel.” he whispers, voice uncharacteristically high as he hugs angelia to his chest.

“eeewwww, stinky baby!” zenix’s voice calls from deeper in the apartment.

soon both sasha and zenix appear by gene’s side, curiously peaking around him to gaze at the one year old like she was a spectacle.

“tell him he’s the stinky one, angie,” gene says, using his hand to raise her fist up in a threatening—as a baby could be—manner. “say you’re stinky!”

“didi!”

“ooohhhhoho, you just got burned by a baby, loser.” sasha laughs.

“not cool, angelina.” zenix pouts, poking her stomach and wiggling his fingers, causing her to break out into giggles.

as all of your amused laughter dies down, gene steps out of the apartment with you, angelina still snug in his arms.

“see you guys later.” you say, turning and grabbing her tiny hands to help her wave goodbye at the duo still in the doorway.

“say bye bye, angie!” gene encourages her.

“look at them, they look like a cute family already.”

“sickening.” zenix jokingly scoffs.

“gene, who knew you’d be such a girl dad.” sasha says, her expression slightly perturbed by his sudden shift in character.

“are you kidding? if he had a son that ended up like him he’d go into cardiac arrest by thirty.” zenix leans forward with a teasing smirk on his face. “he wouldn’t know what to do.”

gene sighs and rolls his eyes at his friends’ conversation, knowing they were definitely right.

“whatever, byeee.” he sarcastically drawls out, beginning to walk away.

“bababa!” angelina waves her stubby hand over gene’s shoulder as you follow along beside them.

“bye mom and dad! bye little baby!” they call out behind you.

“since you’re holding her you get to try and put angie in her car seat.”

after gene gets her in her car seat with ease–much to your chagrin–the three of you are soon in the grocery store with angelina kicking joyfully in the basket seat. as you’re busy looking down at your list, gene races off down the empty aisle, giggling along with angie’s contagious laughter.

“gene!” you attempt to scold him, racing after him as he steers off out of sight. as you turn the corner you nearly run over an elderly woman holding a small basket of baking goods.

“oh, i’m so sorry, excuse me!” you frantically apologize, backing up to make sure she was okay.

you’re surprised to see a joyful expression on her face as she waves her worn hands in dismissal.

“oh, you’re alright dear. my husband used to do the same thing with our baby when we were younger,” she beams.

you don’t have the heart to tell her that you are, in fact, not married to gene nor is that your child as she reaches out to pat your arm.

“it’s nice to see young couples who aren’t so serious all the time. enjoy these moments while they last.”

“oh, um, of course.” your eyes dart down to the end of the store, where gene has now disappeared in another aisle with an ecstatic angelina in tow.

looking back, the granny is already shuffling away, waving you to go on. “go on and make sure they don’t get up to too much mischief, now.”

“thank you, have a nice rest of your day!” you wave back. her face wrinkles joyfully as she disappears down another aisle, prompting you to take off after the runaway pair.

you turn into the toy aisle, panting as you finally catch up. gene is gently shaking an adorable duck plushie in front of angie, who is pointing and grabbing at it insistently.

“you like this one? yeah i was thinking the same thing. good choice, angel.”

“gene.”

after handing the toy to angelina, he turns to look at you with puppy eyes and the face of a scolded child.

“yes ma’am?”

you lift your arms in exasperation, eyebrows raised to say, “what the hell, man?” without actually saying it.

“look!” he points insistently to your younger sister, who is donning a gummy toothed smile as her small fingers grip onto the small duck. she innocently lifts it up to showcase it to you, it’s beaded eyes somehow as pleading as the looks gene and angelina were throwing your way.

rolling your eyes, you give in, turning with your list in hand. “fine, but that’s it. we’re here for groceries.”

by the end of your perusal through the different aisles, gene managed to convince you that him and angelina absolutely needed ice cream, fruit snacks, and lollipops as a sweet treat. after the fourth item, you sent him a stern glare that he groaned at.

“your sister is so mean to me, angie.” he teasingly pouts, leaning in to you with a fake sob.

angelina stares at the both of you in confusion, before turning her attention back to the toy gene had snagged for her.

“wow.” he deadpans, sighing as he take his weight off of you to help place the groceries on the cashier’s conveyor belt.

the bored looking teen smiles at angelina, her face lightening up a bit.

“your baby is so adorable.” she gushes, reaching over to scan the teddy bear without taking it from her.

“thanks, but she’s not-“

“i know right, she looks just like her mom doesn’t she?” gene wraps an arm around your waist, slouching over to lean his head onto your shoulder.

blood rises to your cheeks as you flusteredly go quiet, unable to come up with any words. you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s got a shit eating grin plastered all over it. the cashier nods, completely buying his lie.

“yeah! it’s funny, people usually the first born looks like their dad…” she shrugs, finishing up her check out with a content smile.

“have a nice day!”

the three of you leave the store, with gene snickering behind you. you shoot a side eye at him, but your resolve quickly crumbles once again.

“what?” he nonchalantly asks, shrugging his shoulders in faux innocence.

all you can do is merely sigh, the red in your cheeks still prominently visible.

“we got her, angie! look at her cute face.” he grins, reaching over to pinch your cheeks, planting a kiss to your forehead.

angelina cheers, lifting her new teddy bear in celebration. you finally break out in laughter, conceding to your loss as gene triumphantly smiles in victory.

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 2 years

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Your Life Has Only Just Begun - Cullen Clan x GN!Reader (Part 8)

PSA: Embry Call will be the original character played by Kristopher Hyatt from Twilight 1, if you don't know who he is, he is with Solomon Trimble and Taylor Lautner in the La Push scene, I will attach a picture of him below. I want to stick with the original characters we were first introduced to in twilight 1, plus I love Krys I feel like he fits Embry better ??? This is my opinion of course, you can think of Embry in any way you wish.

TW: Nothing ???

Summary: Reader spends time at La Push with their friends, unbeknownst to them, 3 of the pack members were there too. Reader feeling happy to see them, becomes rather upset when Jacob chooses to spend time with Bella instead. Leaving reader to spend the rest of the beach day alone, or so they thought.

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It's been a week since y/n heard the news of the Cullens being vampires and Jacob being apart of a pack and not to forget, a shapeshifter. They distanced themselves from the two groups and acted like everything was fine, but things weren't fine; were they, y/n? Days passed by, y/n was sat outside on a bench with Angela and Jessica, the two girls were talking about going somewhere this weekend, y/n was too lost in thought to even know what was being said. A light tap on their shoulder shook them out of their trance "Do you want to come to the beach with us tomorrow? Eric and Mike will be there, Bella might come too." The two girls looked at y/n, waiting for a response. "What beach?" Before either of them could say anything, Eric came up behind y/n and slung his arm around them, while doing so, nearly scaring them half to death. "La Push baby!"

The next day, the group made their way to La Push beach. Mike, Eric and Jessica were in one minivan with their belongings in the back, while Angela, y/n and Bella were in the other. Once they all arrived, it was raining slightly, the weather made the experience better in y/n's opinion. Mike, Jessica and Eric all had their wetsuits on, Angela and Bella were talking about prom and how Angelia should just boss up and ask Eric instead. A blanket was draped over y/n's shoulders, keeping the warmth in their body. The breeze from the ocean air made a shiver run down their spine, it was like a spark of electricity. Loud chatter could be heard from the two boys in front of them, they were fighting about something but y/n didn't really care all too much, not having the energy to get involved with their boyish bickering.

A group of three boys came over to the minivan, y/n knew them as Jacob Black, Embry Call and Sam Uley, the sight of them made a small smile grow on y/n's lips. Even though they were avoiding the pack, they still saw them as their friends, maybe even apart of the pack. "Bella!" The smile on y/n's face dropped. Did he not see them? Or was he purposely ignoring them like they were doing to him? "Hi, Jacob. Guys, this is Jacob." How did they know each other? Did she know about the secret too? Is that why she's been trying to get Edwards attention? Y/n couldn't keep up with their thoughts, the pain in their head felt like someone was giving them blunt force trauma. A shift beside them woke them up from their daze, Embry was sat by their side, his long brown hair looking a couple tones lighter. "Are you okay? You looked like you were sleeping with your eyes open." A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, it sounded like wind chimes clinking against each other. Worry was swimming in his eyes, his dark brown iris' gave y/n a sense of safety and comfort. With a small nod and smile, y/n told him they were doing just fine.

Bella and Jacob were off somewhere on the beach, leaving y/n on their own. Much to their dismay, Embry and Sam had to go back to the reservation. The sound of waves crashing against the sand calmed them, something they haven't felt in awhile. The sense of tranquillity was short lived, Eric and Mike came running out of the ocean soaking wet. The grins on their faces and their loud laughs made y/n think they were about to do something stupid, and of course they were right. "Y/nnnnn" The two boys said sweetly, almost too sweet. Before they knew it, they were being chased by the two drenched boys, laughs and screams filled the air. "Come on, don't run from us. We just want a hug." Giggles left their lips, the fun they were having made y/n's mood brighten. "No, leave me alone. You're going to make me damp and cold!" With that said, they ran faster away from Eric and Mike. After 5 minutes of being chased, they all reached the cliff. The one y/n witnessed the pack jump from, the panic that filled their body almost mad them pass out that day. The look on the boys faces made y/n nervous, were they going to push them off the cliff? Were they going to smother them to death with hugs? Y/n didn't want to know. Backing away slowly, their hands in front of them to stop the boys getting too close. Before they could process what was happening, their body fell from the cliff. Shouts and screams could only be faintly heard, the wind blowing through they clothes and hair, covering them in a blanket of coldness, they didn't know how this would end but either way, they were grateful for the day they had with their friends. Before their body hit the water, they whispered 'I love you' to their friends, in case they were about to meet their end.

On the other side of Forks, Alice was having a vision. It was the longest on she's had in awhile. Once it was over, she turned towards Edward, he saw every piece of Alice's vision. He dropped to his knees, anger and sadness engulfing him. Sobs racked his body, but no tears left his eyes. He didn't know if y/n was dead, he didn't see them getting pulled out of the water. Carlisle comforted his son, telling him everything was going to be okay but Edward knew it wouldn't be. One by one, the Cullens left the house and raced over to the treaty line hoping the wolves would know what happened, know if y/n was okay.

Back on the beach, y/n was lay on the sand, everyone crowding around their body. Their skin more pale than it originally was, lips blue from lack of blood flow. Jacob was soaked from the sea water, as soon as he head the screams, he ran and jumped into the water after y/n. The tide was aggressively getting worse, making it hard for him to find them. Once he did, he pulled them out and lay them on the sand. Jacob tried to do everything he could to get oxygen back into their lungs, but nothing was working. Y/n's body was ice cold, no matter how many blankets and heating packs were around them, nothing was bringing the heat back into their body. Exactly 3 minutes passed, the sound of coughing and spluttering water broke the once hushed beach. Jacob rushed over to y/n, helping them sit upright and get the remaining water out of their lungs. "Don't ever do that to me again. You don't realise how scared I was, I thought I lost you," Tears pricked at the corners of Jacob's eyes, never did he think he would cry over someone who ignored him for weeks. Y/n wrapped their arms around him, thankful for him being a walking heater. Everyone started at them, confused how they were alive, they stopped breathing for 5 minutes; no pulse either. It truly was a miracle that they were even able to talk and move around.

Jacob brought y/n back to Sam's house, in hopes someone would be able to check on them and make sure they weren't more hurt than they looked. He stopped dead in his tracks when he sensed something, y/n looked at Jacob curiously. "Jake, what's wrong?" A low growl sounded from him, his eyes trained on the house in front of them. Y/n decided to just leave Jacob behind and go inside, they were freezing cold and needed something to eat. Just as they were about to open the door to enter the house, they were met with the golden haired vampire that dumped them on the side of the road only a mere few weeks ago. Edward noticed pools of anger swimming in their eyes as they walked past him, purposely hitting their shoulder against his. Well at least they're okay enough to be mad at him, it still hurt him though; being the cause of their anger and irritation. Y/n walked into the living room to find all the Cullen sat on the chairs, ignoring them y/n asked Leah if she had any clothes they could borrow, with a nod of her head she led them to her room and gave them clothes to change into.

Hushed whispers sounded from outside Leah's bedroom door, with a sigh y/n opened the door, huddle under a blanket. "What are you all doing here? I don't remember asking for any of you to be here." The bitterness in their voice took the Cullen by surprise. Y/n didn't wait for an answer off any of them, they walked to the kitchen to make a cup of tea hoping it'll warm them up quicker. The Cullens just stood there, what did they do to make them hate them so much? Carlisle turned to Edward and pulled him outside, he needed to know what Edward did to y/n to make them act out like that. While the two vampires were outside, the other Cullens stood in the same place they were in 2 minutes ago. They stood out like a sore thumb. The pack was on edge, they didn't like it when the cold ones were on their side of town, they always brought trouble; which the wolves always had to sort out. Embry sat on the counter as y/n started sipping their tea, a content sigh left their lips; the warmth of the drink helped fight the cold away. A small boyish grin formed on Embry's face as he watched the scene unfold, y/n was truly beautiful to him but he would never tell them that, it would be too embarrassing to get rejected; so in turn he decided to suffer in silence.

Hours had passed since the Cullens had left. Edward told Carlisle what happened the night he was taking y/n home and he didn't like the way Edward treated them so he thought it was best to take his family back home and leave y/n alone for the time being, just so thing could cool down. Y/n slowly started staying with the pack full time, they moved their things out of their mothers home and had it put in their own room that Sam had provided for them, even though they were more than happy enough to bunk in Leah's room. Things were going well for them and the pack, but that soon changed when a couple months after y/n had moved to the reservation, there was a lone vampire causing havoc in Forks. No one knew who it was until Edward came by one day and explained it all. Victoria was her name, she came back to Forks for revenge, her mate James was killed by Edward and his family after he caused harm to Bella. Y/n was upset that them and Edward were no longer friends, but it infuriated them that his family only wanted their packs help when things didn't go as planned for them.

They spent all night patrolling the area hoping Victoria would just appear so they could get this over and done with, so they could go home and hang out as a family, like they would normally do on Friday nights. Unbeknown to the pack or the Cullens, Victoria was at the Reservation looking for Bella but instead she found y/n, they were asleep on the couch in the living room, unaware of the world that was happening around them. Victoria took steps towards them, careful not to wake them, she didn't feel like put up a fight today. In one swift move, her teeth sunk into the wrist of the pale person. A blood curdling scream penetrated the thick air around them, the pack had heard the screams of bloody murder. They were running back to the reservation still in their wolf forms. A red haired woman sprinted past them, she was barely even visible, it was her scent that notified them she was there. Everyone but Jacob ran after her, they needed to catch her. Jacob changed back into his human form and went inside, the sight of y/n made him drop to his knees. How could he let this happen to them.

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Chapter 8 complete! I do apologise for not publishing anything yesterday, I hope this will make up for it. Thank you for reading the series so far, I hope you are all enjoying it :) Have a good day/night !!

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charmed-asylum · 2 years

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RUMOR HAS IT

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x Angelina Fury (OC) Word count: 7,329

SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone’s dirty laundry.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️. It’s gonna get dark as we get deeper into the story. No one under age of 18 read this. Many dark themes. Before you ask there gonna be some thing explain later on in the story. THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. BITCH FIGHT /MOODY TEENS BLACKMAIL/ SEXUAL ASSULT/PERSON BEING DRUG is some of many warning. Everyone is 18 while Steve cute as he is 20 and Bucky is 19.

A/n: I wanna thank @sage1998c for coming to me w this. I hope I make you proud. If you wish to be added let me know if you wish to tell me I need to sit my booty down okay let me know I got a donut really for my buttocks. Also sorry for the 50 days delay grad school and a shitty computer can do that to you. Also tumblr hates me huh

Based on this Request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.

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Pervious Chapter // Master List// Rumer Has it ML

CHAPTER 2: I write sins not Tragedies

Hot touch covered her with a pitch of cold sweat. Screams grew louder by the minute. A blurry vision of flames and hands came to sight. Quit whispers mumbled into white noise. Then it all went black.

“AHH” Angelina screamed out, jumping up in her queen size bed. Tears welcome soft cheeks. Bending over, she started counting back from 100. Without thinking, she traced the three-long line scar on her upper back.

Rumor has it now had over 10 million fans, and it’s only been out for a few months. It was getting harder to please folks and keep others in check. But she was cooking on something big. Something that makes those tiny tales and stories sounds like a nursery rhyme.

She turned to her side and pulled out her NIKE runner shoes from under the bed and keys decided it was a good time to run.

Zipping up her red Fabletic hoodie, she sneaked past the nosy shower and unprompted concert her dad was giving them out the front door. She felt something she had been feeling for two weeks now, a presence lurking around her. Bending down to tie her shoes, she checked for the flip blade she had hidden in her sock. Angelina slowly peeks in the reflection of the side mirror to see if it was anyone, none.

No one knew it, Angelina reminded herself.

Getting up to stretch her back a bit, securing her nightstick she stole from her dad the day she came back.

The breeze felt good as Angelina jogged down the empty suburban streets. The only people out were the newspaperman and a few crusaders that survived last night. Felt good.

“ On you left,” a voice shouted out before passing you.

A childish chuckle left as Angelina pushed a bit harder to catch up. Trying harder as hard as she could, she finally caught up to Steve, shouting out, “on your right.”

They both kept pushing one another, trying to win. After a bit, Angelina had to stop and ran into a neighbor's front yard. Steve shortly joined beside her. He was laughing a bit harder than average, holding his lower stomach.

He turns to her and stares. She was out of breath, puffing her chest in and out, making it pop out a bit in her navy blue sports bra.

“ Ain’t you a bit out of place, Rogers,” Angelina said, still out of breath.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as the sweat dripped down her neck and her chest went up and down. He wasn’t going to say anything to her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Steve has been doing that a lot lately by coming by to watch her house. After the second set of pictures Brock gave him: her in the girl locker room and coming out of the pool, he needed more. He looked down at her crotch area. Those panties would do, he thought to himself. He was already making a plan to pop in while she was away at cheerleading practice. That was the newest thing he did. It started two weeks ago when he started to come over. The window was open, and again he found himself going through the principal bedroom.

“ Not even Bucky can keep up. Is there anything you can’t do” Steve asked, lending his on the right hand?

“ Pee standing up is for one, so I guess you beat me there, for once,” Angelina said, slowly getting up.

Sweat peaks from under her sports bra. Steve had this discussion with himself for a bit, but he concluded she was 38c. As if the thought alone wasn’t making him feel something he should, her stretching made him grow incredibly hard.

“-Bucky, wow, he looks like a pig running around in the mud,” Angelina said, laughing at the memory.

He has been seeing her and Bucky together, never for long but always a couple of times a day. He tried asking Bucky about it, but he never answered, just told him it was nothing. He hated that he kept him in the dark and that he had secrets. Most of all, he had what he wanted, a relationship with Angelina.

“ You spend a lot of time with James,” Steve asked.

She didn’t answer him; instead of pretending, he didn’t say anything and looked at the mailman drive past.

“ Getting later than I wanted. Good run. Maybe next time, pace yourself better. You could have beaten me if you don't overdo yourself half a mile in,” Angelina said before running off.

The grip he had with the grass tighter. Breath stopped as he tried to calm himself. But it didn’t work. He knew she wanted him. It was plain as day, but she kept saying or doing something to upset him. He knew it was the price he had to pay after everything he went through.

Clicks of locks and chatter fill the abyss of the busy hallway—most in their groups, some alone, all reading and gossiping about the latest stories.

Rumor Has it some people were never taught the golden rule to treat others the way you want to be treated. It looks like Mr. Doom got some learning to do. Someone was voted most unlikeable.

Even if there wasn’t any news coming around, most people brought it on themselves to start up a game of it. Rumor has it. Make bets dares out of all of it.

Steve hated it. Instead of talking about the accomplishments he made like they usually do, it was all about that stupid blog. His jaw clicked as he sat back against his locker, watching them all go about their business. Shoulder push out to look broader chest out to show his status. With a bump, he looked down on the floor jackpot, he thought to himself. One thing he was waiting for was his little treats. With a simple swipe, he slowly took his boot and dragged it closer to him. His palms grew sweaty with nerves and excitement. Once, he was inside an abandoned bathroom close by the older side of the school, his office. He opened it and started to paint. There she was in the pool floating after-hours with her top off. Steve's thick fingers gently traced the picture right on her nipples and lips. With another hand, he dug deep and stroked himself, tracing back to her nipples. She did this, he said to himself over and over. She was the one who made him do this. He was a good Christian boy, perfect, and she was the apple of the sin dress in white—his Angel. The picture suddenly started to crumble as he released it. His face was covered in sweat, hair dripping flick to his forehead out of breath fatigue.

DING-DING

Fixing himself a bit, he ignores the warning bell. A few pictures and words cover half of his reflection. Once he felt everything was back into place, he quickly left the bathroom with a click of a key he had hidden between his compress with a picture of Peggy. Maybe he will play dress-up with her this week and have her wear Angelina undies he stole or something.

“Woo punk, where have you been?” Bucky shouted out from behind him.

“ Just huh, having some alone time before class. What up, jerk” Steve asked, pulling his sleeves into place.

“Huh, you ask me. You've been acting pretty weird lately. Look, it’s okay I’m okay if your friends are still with Nat. I’m onto new and better things now,” Bucky boosted.

He rolled his eyes at that statement. He needed more people he could rely on, not people that have him question himself more than another.

“ Nothing Bucky. Just pump about the game,” Steve said.

He sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“ Just great. Typical you. How could you? I thought you appreciated good home values as much as I did. Why do I see you with Angelina? Was Nat the only cheater” Steve hissed into Bucky's ear.

Bucky stops in the middle of the hallways and pushes Steve into a locker.

“ Say that again. You can not be serious. This is all about her. How has nothing ever changed? What are you talking about” Bucky said, holding up his casted arm to Steve's neck?

More people came around to watch—the attention he did not want. Pushing Bucky back, he walked outside the door to the track field. Bucky follows behind like he always does. Steve looks around, making sure they outrun everyone.

“ I went to the gym after that thing came out and saw you with her. Seems very close. You did not know she was coming back either. So when did you two spend all that time together” Steve said harshly.

Pulling his hand down his face, Bucky sighs and looks at Steve with a frown.

“ Ten months ago. When I was at my darkest, I was in the hospital dealing with this” he stops and points to his arm “ I do not know how but she was there one night. She was in a hospital gown, black leather jacket with studs, and combat boots with candy and a little teddy bear on a motorcycle in her hands. Hours we talked about old days. For next week each day, she came by at night. The day you came over, she was gone. I asked around no one even knew who I was talking about. Stevie. Day she came to school on her Harley was the first day I saw her since then. She knew how hard and far I had come. She was checking I did not have another slip-up. That girl is a Pandora box, Steve,” Bucky said.

“ Why didn’t you tell me at the end of the line, Buck. Who are you loyal to, huh, me or her” Steve asked, pissed.

Before he could say something, the loudspeaker went on.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN LIGHT OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT COMING AROUND I PRINCIPAL FURY AND LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, DECIDE TO ISSUE A CURFEW AND A PRENATAL CAP ON ALL ELECTRONICS. TO ADD ON, I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE QUESTIONS BUT ALL CLASSES WITH MRS. HALL HAS BEEN SUSPENDED AND BE TAUGHT BY MR. COULSON UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING THAT CAN BE USEFUL TOWARDS THIS OPEN INVESTIGATION, COME TO MY OFFICE OR A TEACHER.

Bucky looked at Steve then down at his phone as it started to light up.

“ That's Tony he said; come to the fountain. It's an emergency,” Bucky said and rushed past Steve but not before he could bump his shoulder into Steves. Steve frowned and punched the brick wall as a bit of blood covered his fingers; he glanced at his apple phone:

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Everyone settled around in front of the school, sitting down on its school fountain. Nat at the end with Bruce talking, making out. Tony next to Pepper talking over a class project and Peggy in her cheerleading uniform fixing her makeup. Angelina linger by a nearby tree in her mom jeans with a black belt with a heart on the front black tank top tuck in with crystal necklace wrap around her neck in one of her dad’s old flannel drooping over her tiny frame hair bone straight with her bangs tipping the top of her glasses reading Little Women.

Steve and Bucky rush to the group out of breath.

“ Tell me this is not true,” Bucky said, holding his phone up.

Tony peeks up from his shades and looks at the phone.

“ Yeah. Sam was pulled out from class. Next, I knew he was screaming at Fury. Hall has not left the office. Who would have known about this? This is next-level shit,” Tony said.

“ It has to stop. Who can be able to do something like this” Nat said, a little sad?

“ Was not me that all I know,” Peggy said.

Angelina pops off from the tree and walks over.

“ Peggy, no one said it was you. Stop with the William Shakespeare dramatics,” Angelina said with an eat-shit grin.

Peggy looks at her then back at Steve.

“ We know someone like you can not be behind it. It has to be someone else who would know of this. Teacher or something,” Steve said.

“ Yeah. I got better things to care about like Prom,” Peggy said, playing with her mirror.

“ I thought you did not care about this shit. Why do you care? Maybe it's your dad, and you're trying to cover it up,” Steve said with his hand intertwined with Peggy's.

“ You're right. It makes the most sense. My dad is the principal. However, he doesn't give a shit about all this. And he still has a flip phone. Stevie. I care because they outed me. They did everyone, but one, two, and three,” She said, pointing to Steve, Tony, and Pepper.

“ Hey, I am an open book. Alright. So leave me out of this,” Tony said, getting up.

Angelina laughed.

“ Just making a point,” Angina said, pulling her vape from her flannel pocket.

“ Anyway. I was thinking. Sam can not be alone. I am going to throw a party tonight,” Peggy said.

Brock talks over just that and screams,” PARTY AT PEGGY HOUSE TONIGHT.”

“ I assume this is open to everyone or stick up the ass club. Hey, sweet cheeks,” Brock said, giving Angelina a wink.

“ And with that, I am out. Too many Breakfast Club rejects,” Angelina said, walking off.

Brock let out a catcall and shook his head. “ Can you believe she is up for Prom Queen”?

Peggy's head quickly turned to him, “ WHAT.”

Brock smirks at her discomfort and walks off.

“ Maybe it's him,” Bucky stated.

With that, Steve nods and watches as the two walk further away. Tonight might be perfect.

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Fury marches back and forth. Fist under his chin, thinking. Angelina had her feet up on the chair, looking over Gram and texts to a few people.

“ I do not know how this happened. Hall is one of my best teachers. Two years. Sam is 18 now, which means since he was 16. That rape. Shit. Maybe I should rethink this curfew,” Fury said.

“ You and I both know you can not judge a book from its cover,” Angelina said.

“ Still, this is not good. What if one of these things makes someone do something crazy” Fury said.

“ You're right—your right, Fury. You tried to, and I do not know, hack it, see who is doing it. Can you do that knowing a guy” Angelina asked?

He shook his head.

“ You're my guy. Honey. I figured it out. Who is blowing up your phone” Fury asked with an eyebrow bend?

“ A friend. She wants me to come over. But maybe we can chill and stay in—play monopoly. Like we used to do,'' Angelina said, putting her phone down.

Bucky came in before stopping.

“ You wanted to see me,” Bucky said.

Fury looks at Angelina, then at Bucky.

“ Yes, Yes. Honey. Go over and be back by 10. I need to talk to Bucky,” Fury said. With a nod, she salutes Fury and walks out.

Fury waited a second before walking over to his desk and sitting down.

“ So James. Have anything for me” Fury asked.

“ No, Sir. Nothing,” Bucky said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

He nodded and hummed to himself. On his desk were a picture of him and Angelina and a woman in her forties.

“ Keep an eye out. I am doing a lot to make sure no one knows about what happened before. It would be a lot harder if people knew where exactly you were for those months,” Fury said.

Bucky sighs and rolls his eyes.

“ Yes, sir,” He said, then left.

“ Still think I am the worst Fury, Jamie,” Angelina said, waiting outside.

“ No, that bastard you called dad to be that. We gotta talk,” Bucky said.

She smiles and wraps her arm around Bucky’s neck and plays with his short bit curly neck hair.

“ And what is that?” Angelina said playfully.

Bucky looks at her lips before pushing her away.

“ Steve. He might know,” Bucky said.

Angelina's smile got brighter.

“ Know what, Bucky,” Angelina asked, hand on her hip.

“ About us,” Bucky said, flicking a finger between the two.

“ No, he does not. What if he does. We can be friends. Or this about the two of you. Little fun you two have now and then. Does Bucky want to have him join? We both know you two love each other. You probably bit more than him. Maybe we can kiss and tell,” Angelina teases.

“STOP. I'M NOT GAY. ANGIE. WE HAVE TO STOP TALKING. BEING AROUND EACH OTHER,” Bucky hissed, holding onto her bicep.

She pulled away and looked at him.

“ Do not worry. So afraid of Steve. What can he do, Bucky? You are a bipolar Winter Soldier. Could you not talk to me at the party? I don't particularly appreciate talking to you when you're like this,” Angelina said and walked off.

Bucky slid down the wall and pulled his head between his arms. If only she knew how dangerous he could be.

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Party was starting to get lively when Angelina walked in hours after. Peggy had more than a dozen handwritten notes in her locker. She had to tame her before it could get worse. She was already inching to release the next rumor.

Streamer and unwrap condoms fell from the ceiling and plaster over the walls. Drake boom from the nearby speaker. She walked against the sea of people looking for Peggy but found MJ with Peter in the kitchen.

“ Hey Angelina over here,” MJ shouted over the loud music. Peter had his arms wrapped around her shoulder, bopping his head to the beat the best he could.

“ What up, Jones Parker? So this is a Marvel High party,” Angelina asked, standing across the pair.

“ Yeah. I know, juvenile. Peter here, though, has to make an appearance. He is popular now. Congrats on the nomination. You got me and Peter vote,” MJ said, taking a sip.

She nodded her head and looked around. Her eyes slowly stop at a pair of brown eyes. Who spotted a similar look, one from her past often used. A chill covers her bare shoulder.

“ Hey, you cold,” a voice said from behind her.

Steve stood there with Bucky and Peggy right beside her.

Angelina looked back to see the pair of eyes had left.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Nice party Peggy. Guess you're more than a pleasant voice and nice boobs,” Angelina said nonchalantly.

Bucky sip on his drink and smirk.

“Well. You will be surprised by the many things I know how to do,” Peggy said.

Steve looks at her, and she must be still mad at the slip-up he had in the car, he thought.

“Did I hear a bitchy voice? I knew Angelina had to be nearby,” Tony said, walking over to toss an arm around her shoulder.

Curving her lips a bit, she bit down the never-ending need to roll her eyes.

“ Hey Tons, the only way you hear a bitch is by tuning up for tool R,” she said.

“ Cute. Well, Peggy Steve, I’m bored. Let’s play a game” he stops and looks around at all but one confused face. “Who's up for a game?” Tony asked, tossing his Tom Ford navy blue blazer over Angie. “ Sweet Peggy, be a host and get some more drinks,” Tony said, taking a sip of his drink.

“ No, I do it. I do not drink anyway. Peggy, which way” Angelina said, pushing from the counter.

“ That way, it's in the wine cellar,” Peggy said with a bit more sass.

Angelina rolled her eyes. Peggy really can not be mad at her for still getting nominated. Before she could cross past Peggy, she blocked her way out and gave Steve a passionate kiss on the lips. She was smudging her Bésame 1946 Red Velvet lipstick across his pink lips catching the whole room in shock.

“ He mines Bitch. Just like Prom Queen. Trash Bitch” Peggy hissed into her ear.

“ Whatever. I do not want him or care for the title. You're just a sad excuse, little girl. Soak it up. Because you are popping baby number four before you're 21,” Angina said toe to toe to Peggy.

Peggy frowned that it was something she confided in Angelina when that first night they were together. She was not even mad at her but the man she had just kissed. She always envies Angelina. Angelina knew that very much and always used it against her.

Angelina looks at the crowd around them and flips them the finger.

“ FUCK PLAYING GAMES WHO UP FOR TRUTH OR DARE,” she shouted out.

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Steve watches from across the circle at Angelina laughing at Peter trying to do the Unlock it ( Lock it) dance. He tried to talk to her, but Peggy was extra clingy.

“ Hey, have you heard from Sam?” Scott asked.

“ No. I haven't; he is not here?” Steve asked.

Peggy snorted at Sam's name.

“ Poor Sammy, baby. Now he is a boy I should have fucked. I bet he got a big fat dick,” Peggy giggled into Steve's sleeve.

“ She's just drunk,” Steve said, grabbing Peggy up.

Angelina stops and looks at the two.

“ Need me to lay her down?” She asked for a brow bent with suspension.

“ No, she's fine. Can you grab me some water” Steve asked?

Peggy pushes past Steve rocking back and forth.

“ I do not need a man or woman to help me. I fucking Marget Carter. You all should bow down and worship me. I am everything you losers are not. With a snap of the finger, I can end you,” Peggy said on baby deer feet.

Taking her arm, Angelina pushed back everyone.

“ Peggy, shut the fuck up. No one is trying to do anything to you. She is drunk. MJ Nat help,” Angelina said with others walking behind her.

Tony started to slow clap, laughing. “ One hell of a bitch, but damn, that demanding tone makes it even harder for me.”

Brock started to laugh with a bent-over wheezing laugh.

“ Follow me,” Steve hissed into his ear when everyone decided to watch Halloween instead.

Brock waited a bit and followed the golden prodigy to the garage. As soon as the door closed, Steve’s elbow was against Brock's neck. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, Steve pushed a bit harder.

“ You know, when I was younger. I had a pet dog. I loved that dog. Skippy was his name. He and I were unbreakable. Everywhere I went, he went. All until one day, Skippy decided to chew my GI Joe action figure. Even at my weakness, I still was able to snap that bitches neck into two. You, I do not like you. So what stops me from snapping this neck and tossing you beside Skippy” Steve said with a wide grin.

With one hand, he pulled a baggie of Brock's drugs and flicked it back and forth.

“ My sweet angel. As spicy as she is. She is a good girl. No drugs or liquor. Smokes only organic. She is perfect but if she likes anyone else who takes this she will be…. Well, fuck up. I want you to slip these into her drink and take some up-close pictures. Maybe one with a dick. With your phone this time. You got until the last person leaves this party if not. Before you even reach your car. Cops are up to your ass,” Steve said.

Brock's eyes grew ten times big.

“ You fucking stupid. That fucking jail time. I will be someone bitch. Fuck that. Angelina strong you think she will allow me to slip her a pill, you crazy man” Brock said, pushing Steve.

“ Did you forget? You are only one person bitch, and that my bitch. And I am ten times crazier than anyone you are ever going to meet,” Steve said, letting go and flicking the bag of drugs to his feet.

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She watched from the corner as MJ and Nat both gave up and left. Peggy had locked herself in the bathroom about five minutes ago, which led her to now pick the door open.

With one hard push, the door swung open.

“ You do care,” Peggy said with her arms wide open, mascara running.

“ That is a stupid question. You know I do. I shouldn’t with the crap you pulled down there. You were about to spill it. All we have done down the fucking drain,” she said, shaking her head.

Angelina looked at her and sighed, then got on her knees and put Peggy's cheeks into her tiny hands. Her ruby red nails gently rub her cheek.

“ You know I care. I didn’t know about the prom thing. I didn’t. It doesn’t matter if that’s why you're upset, don't worry, it’s just some silly contest. I used to be like you. I look at all the wrong reasons for validation. It became a drug I feed on. In the end, it was that same thing that ended up almost destroying me. “ Angelina said softly.

Peggy pushes at her and frowns.

“Nothing wrong with me. I got you and Stevie. We are going to be remembered for decades after we are gone. I heard something that can make us go to the next level,” Peggy whispered, pulling out a small baggie.

“ You shouldn’t depend on anyone. For most men. They only care about themselves. When I was younger, I learned about the 1st boy who showed me attention. I gave them a part of my sanity. To get it back, it cost my peace my soul” she stopped talking and touched her back “ Alright. If you feel it’s big, we put it in for the next one. You remembered how I taught you” she asked. Peggy went to grab her phone when there was a knock.

They look at each other. Angelina hushed Peggy's giggles and went to the door. Peaking out, she saw two glasses of water and a thing of pills. Picking up, she started to turn when someone startled her, making her drop the glasses on the floor.

“ Fuck. Really” Angelina said, pissed off, bending down to pick up the glass.

Brock smirks down at her.

“ But come on. I got you a little something. Think of it as a white flag. I surrender to you peaches,” Brock said, blocking the door.

Looking up, Angelina rolled her eyes, “ Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone. That would be a perfect parting gift, Olgar”.

“ Now I’m down for pet names, but that won’t do,” Brock said with a snap of the finger. A group of guys came out from a room and quickly grabbed her.

Music got loud, bumming through her body. She lands a few punches knocking a few of the men screaming. Times like this, she wishes she didn’t leave her bag in the car. Brock's laughter overpowers the music. She is not sure how it happened, but out of nowhere, someone forced her to take some pills. She tried throwing up, but between fighting them off and stopping from snatching her, she couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over.

A familiar rabbit hole started to come to focus, and the world around her began to melt in the walls.

“ No, “ Angelina shouted, pulling up her hands clawing at anyone coming close. Her hands were bloody from attacking, and the glass found its way back across her body.

“ Damn your one wild kitty. I know I’m supposed to be a gentleman to you and all, but you're too damn good to pass,” Brock teased.

“ Fuck you,” Angelina said wobbly.

Guys around her laughed as she kept trying to stand her ground. More she tried to fight the weaker she felt the world was bright lights and circles. Music started to flip words coming into her ear backward. Floors began to cave in. With one last warrior cry Angelina passed out.

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Steve waited downstairs by the rest of the guys listening in and out of whatever conversation they were having, putting in the bare minimum. He was over the whole thing till something caught his attention.

“ Man, she is one hell of a fighter. DAMN I hope Brock allows me a turn after he is done with her. I always wanted to fuck a black chick,” Jeffrey said, coming down with the rest of the Strike Gang.

He looked around for Angelina. Nat did mention that she was checking on Peggy, but how could Brock get a hold of her. Maybe giving him free rein wasn't the best idea.

“ Hey, have any of you seen Peggy?” Steve asks, looking around.

Everyone either shook his head or said no.

Taking each step by, too, he called out for Peggy but was looking for Angelina.

Little far up, he could see an intoxicated Peggy slowly walk out.

“ Where have you been?” Steve asks.

“ I don’t remember Fury was there, and she left. I came out, but Brock was with some chic,” Peggy snorted.

“ A girl,” Steve asked.

“Mmm,” Peggy said, playing with her nails.

Steve pushed past Peggy and into the room she had just come from. Brock was on top of someone grunting like a wild beast's hand around one's throat. Closer, he got more; he could see his poor Angel. Her eyes were close, but he could tell she was afraid tears would roll down her face, and her hands would come up to try to attack him time and time again. Anger grew by the minute. The more he watched, the angrier he got.

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Steve shouted out aloud.

Brock slowed down a bit and turned around to him; out of breath, he smiled, “ Getting my award.”

Steve jumped on Brock and started to attack him left, right, left-right. Even past the sound of bone cracking, he did not care. He was furious at himself. Punches after another until a sound breaks. Like a sweet violin, her cry broke. Slowly finding his footing, he stumbled to her, who was half undressed, dry blood covering across her body. With a bloody hand, he wiped the sweat off her face and gently picked her up bridal style, and walked out.

People surround the pair as he walks down the stairs. No matter how loud they tried to get though to talk, he didn’t answer. He didn’t listen. He just walked her out. To them, he was a hero without his plan work, without a doubt.

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- 2 and ½ weeks later -

“ And I knew. I had to do what I was born to do and protect my people. Steve stopped and thought about it, then scratched on his flashcards. Angelina was still out, and he decided to wait, asserting that she was his girlfriend.

“ I had to do the right thing. No one should have to go through something so horrible” Steve smirks at that one.

“ Mr. Rogers. Principal Fury is ready to see you,” Secretary said.

Fury was standing by the window, looking at the front of the school.

“ I am proud of my values. Work I put into this world to make it a better place, but what happened to my girl. Have to excuse my tardiness. I would have talked to you before today, just priorities. I should have protected her more,” Fury said, looking out.

“ Sir, I promise you that you did a hell of a job. They said she put up a fight, and they're going to find Brock soon. I’m just happy I was there,” Steve said.

Fury looks back at him and frowns.

“ Still, thank you, Mr. Rogers. We want to invite you to our house for dinner—you and your family tonight. Monday, I was hoping you could come back, and we can discuss your future. I have connections that can take you far,” Fury said.

Steve looks down and smirks. Life has been great; Angelina was on his side since she was in the hospital. Steve made sure to visit her once a day. Every day he would come by and leave her homework for her and even make her a unique blend of soup. With that, they grew closer. Everything was perfect, just a few things out of place.

“ Thank you, sir. I am there,” Steve said, getting up.

Peggy was waiting for him right at the front door in her cheerleader uniform.

“ Took you long enough. You know I never thought it would take me to have to hunt you down to talk to my boyfriend literally,” Peggy said, walking behind him.

Steve laughs and continues pretending she wasn’t there already thinking about his and Angelina's 1st kiss. Peggy ran up in front of him, blocking his view, her arms across her chest.

“ What, Carter?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“ WHAT I TELL YOU WHAT, STEVE. I DESERVE RESPECT, “ Peggy shouted.

“ What is this about?” Steve asked.

“ Maybe I should tell them what I know. It looks like everyone forgot all that I can do what I’m capable of. I bet that bitch and your little friend Sam learn their lesson, “ Peggy said

Steve stops and looks back at Peggy. The parking lot was still crowded, full of eyes and ears.

“ Come, let’s go to Lover Lane later. Like how we used to,” Steve said, holding her side.

“ Really ?” Peggy asked, rubbing his chest.

Steve nodded and bent to kiss her roughly on the lips with a quick look at his watch as he hopped on the bike. He had wished the next time he came here was with Angelina on their third date, one he would eat her out for the first time. Well, at least with her awake, not knocked out from the soup he made. Not like this. He could not worry about any exes or people trying to distract each other.

“ Steve,” Peggy repeated.

He looked at her, still sitting in the passenger seat. It was darker now, and he forgot how much time had passed.

“ You said something earlier about Sam. Do you know anything? Steve asked, turning around, so he was facing her.

Peggy smirks and folds her arms over her chest.

“You used to take me dancing,” Peggy said, looking out the window.

“ We both used to do a lot. I'm asking you something, Peggy. Do you know who is in charge of this stupid blog” Steve asked once more?

“ You used to look at me like I was your one only, but I knew once that girl came back. I lost. You always talk about the one who got away. Never a name, but I knew. I hated that bitch. Now it hits. It was her. The worst thing is I can see why. I want to be better than her '' Peggy said more to herself.

Steve looked at Peggy like she had three heads.

“ Dance with me,” Peggy said, getting out of the car and into the cold car.

His hands were as white as snow from the tight grip he had. What was she talking about?

Getting out, he followed her to the edge of the cliff, “ Peggy, I think we need to talk.”

“She never wants a freak like you. It doesn’t matter how much you try. You're still a loser. I think I don’t know, but I know. I know everything,” Peggy hissed to Steve.

His eyes widened at Peggy, who was having a belly laugh. She was laughing at him, just like the way they used to. He didn’t even realize he was doing till he felt a tap. His arms were tight around her neck. She tried calling out for help, but it didn’t matter. Slowly she dropped to the dirt ground. Still, Steve squeezed tight. Eyes wild.

“ You are not doing anything to me. I'm ALPHA. You will not take away all the hard work I have done!!”Steve whispered in her ear.

After her heart started to beep, he held her tighter like a rag doll and danced with her under the starlight. He imagined his and Angelina's 1st dance.

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Brock trips over his left foot as he leaves his safe house, a bag full of crumpled 20s and 1s mixed with drugs poking out.

He has been on the run for two weeks now. When he first went to Steve for help, he was quickly dismissed. He tried to put his case, but it didn’t work. He was screwed. Not only up for second-degree rape but drugs too, it wasn’t good. He had to get out and make it to fucking Mexico.

Popping the truck, he dropped the bag onto the ground and looked in terror. At least ten cop cars pulled up as he continued to look in.

“FREEZE” they shouted out.

Brock slowly turned around pulled out a gun, “ It wasn’t me. It was STEVE ROGERS. I DID NOT KILL HER”.

After a few seconds, Brock started to fire back, trying to run away. POW POW

Brock stops running, drops money and drugs, now painted with his blood. A couple of inches from the car inside, a glass eye corpse of Peggy Carter was there.

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“Suspect is Down. Repeat Suspect is Down,” a voice said over the COP RADIO APP.

Steve smiles and fixes himself in the rearview mirror.

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Angelina tilted down to look at him, trying to get his attention. She had her hair down to the side in a fishtail braid dress in a white lace summer dress that went to her knees. She bit the corner of her lip as she waited for him to roll the window.

“Hey, huh, just warning you, my dad is in a bad mood. So please don’t take any offense to it. Now that over, it’s only going to be the two of us till he gets out of his study, “Angelina said, lending to the side.

“Oh really. Is that so? Principal Fury on the warpath. Think I need to bring my shield with me” Steve asked, flexing his muscles.

Angelina smiled and hit him on the side.

“Alright, the caption settles down. Come on, I’m freezing my tits out here,” Angelina said, rubbing her shoulder pushing her boobs together without notice.

Before Steve could respond, Angelina was already walking inside, swaying her hips a bit.

He thought having a taste of her would be the death of him but coming home to the smell of a home-cooked meal and Angelina in the kitchen might be it. She bent down to take out the roasted chicken. Across the kitchen island were different dishes and an apple pie in the center in a glass case. He could hear Fury from his study cursing and screaming at someone.

“You get used to it. Settle down in the dining room. I will be out with the food in one second, “Angelina said, putting the chicken on the counter.

“No, I can help. My mom would have my butt if I don’t help out the lady of the house,” Steve said, rolling his sleeves up.

“I’m sure if your mom were here, she would be trying to arrange our wedding. Haha, god, how is Sarah doing anyway” Angelina asked, fanning the food.

Steve came a bit closer and leaned over her shoulder, taking a sniff of her shea butter shampoo and sweet potatoes. Angelina looks back at him and moves away, taking a couple of dishes into the dining room.

A frown on his face went to the stove, turned the burner on low, and put his hand on it, trying to control his urge.

“Rogers, can you get the chicken? I’m going to check on Fury,” Angelina called out from the dining room.

She’s yours now; he thought to himself as he went and grabbed the chicken, without mittens, and walked out the kitchen.

Angelina was gone, probably checking on her father, so Steve decided to check around. Everything was perfect, from the spotless surface to the pictures of the two. He liked one more than the other. It was one of her in a pink tutu giving younger him a kiss on the cheek.

“Crazy how much time has passed, huh,” Angelina said, walking back in.

Fury was right beside her this time.

“Sorry about that. Steve sometimes comes home from work. Sit, let’s eat. Where is your mom?” Fury asked.

He could be honest and tell him he never told her; instead told her he was with Bucky and Thor.

“She’s working, “Steve said, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

“I packed a plate for her dad. Can we start? I’m sure Steve has better things to do on a Sunday night,” Angelina said.

“No, I told you I don’t mind being here. It’s the protector in me,” Steve said, pulling the seat out for Angelina.

She nodded and sat right next to him. Steve sat down and placed his hand on the back of her chair. After a prayer, they started to eat. Angelina not so much just kept playing with her food nodding at Fury stories. After a heated discussion on war fury and Steve vs. Angelina, Steve went on to help clean up. He watches her closer as she moves, looks, and speaks. The righteous bitch she could be was gone, and all was left was his Angel.

“So, how are you doing? “Steve asked, looking at Angelina’s hand, trembling a bit as she cleaned the dishes.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, “I would lie to you, Rogers, but I don’t think I have it in myself. He has me stuck here only to see a few people, mostly you “she stops to look at soap slipping through her hands and picks it up to the light “Like any sanity I have is slipping away from me. What are you without that” Angelina said, shaking her hands clean?

As if it was an open invitation, Steve came up and held her hands. He gently rubbed his thumb against her hand look deep into her eyes, and, taking a deep inhaled, the scent of her perfume and the rest of the pie on the counter. For a glimpse of a second, he saw the little girl that adored him that followed him around and called her Ms. Steve Rogers with a strawberry flavor ring pop holding heavy on her ring finger.

“Let’s go then. Anywhere you want. Let me keep that promise I made when we were kids. I take care of my Angel. I’m important now the strongest person ever. No one can hurt you say the word,” Steve said, touching her cheek, warm to the touch.

Her thin lips parted a bit before she moved back to the sink and braced herself firmly with her hands holding tight. “Sorry, Rogers, that girl isn’t here, and she left the same day you stopped caring. Now help me clean up a big strong man,” Angelina said, poking her finger into his chest.

“I’m not giving up on Angelina Fury,” Steve said, coming close, looking down at her.

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Angelina slows her pace as she walks through the hallways. Everyone was looking at her and Steve, who would leave her side since that night. Everyone was whispering but about what. The grip around her waist got a bit tighter differently leaving bruises among old ones from a past life. Felt like a twisted mirror all wrapped in a bow.

“Maybe I can just meet you later,” Angelina said.

“What no. Don’t worry. We are almost at the locker, “Steve said, smirking down at her. His eyes sparkle glee, at least till he stops to check his phone. “FUCK” he shouted.

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theewritingroomm · 3 years

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Cliché

Summary: Being best friends with the Weasley twins meant constant adventure. However, Y/N’s biggest adventure is coming to terms with her feelings for her best friend. Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1,882 Warnings: Unrequited feelings, swearing, A/N: Text divider by: @firefly-graphics

Y/N could not exactly remember when she became friends with the Weasley twins, but she does remember a lot of the things that they pulled her into. She remembers when they first started dragging her along through the hidden tunnels throughout Hogwarts, she remembers when she would stay at the Borrow for the summer and she would watch them prank Percy and Ron, and she remembers exactly when she started having developing feelings towards Fred.

It was completely cliche for her to fall for her best friend, but despite others saying he was childish and could not keep his attention on anything for longer than ten seconds she didn't care. She did not care what people said about her and her two best friends, they were inseparable, and were known around the school as the Three Musketeers: a name given to them by Hermione. The name followed them around as did the gossip and rumors started by fellow classmates.

But now the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the Yule Ball was all anyone could seem to talk about. Instead of O.W.L.S, the house cup, and the quidditch cup there was talk about who everyone thought was going to win the tournament and who was going to the ball with who.

Now Y/N really did not care who was going with who, or who she thought was going to win the tournament; well, that's what she had told Fred and George. To be honest she would like to go to the ball but with Fred and George always around no one would attempt to talk to her, but that would not matter since the only person she wanted to go with only saw her as a friend. It was such a cliché scenario, falling for your best friend.

"So, Y/N, has anyone asked you to the ball?" Hermione asked her over breakfast. Now Y/N could not lie and say someone has because them Fred and George will ask who and then they'll turn into overprotective blokes, and no one really wants that. So, she just shook her head pouring herself some more pumpkin juice. Hermione just stared wide eyed and open mouthed at her.

"Bloody hell. If Y/N can’t get a date, then how can we Harry?" She heard Ron mumble. Y/N wanted to say something or throw something at him but fought against it and stood up to walk out of the Great Hall. No one tried to stop her, and since they were on holiday, she couldn't go to class so she settled for the Gryffindor common room.

Sitting in front of the fire Y/N thought back to one of her first summers at the Borrow.

She was nervous, not only was it the first time she would be meeting the entire Weasley family, but it was right about the time that she started discovering her true feelings for Fred. She ended up staying in Ginny's room and becoming fast friends with the youngest Weasley. It was about halfway through the summer when Y/N was confronted by Ginny; for someone so young she had seen the way Y/N looked at her brother.

"Hey Y/N..." Hermione's voice startled her out of her memories, making her face the younger girl. "I'm sorry for what Ron said earlier, he doesn't really watch what he's saying."

"It's ok Hermione. Fred and George are the same way. Can't really remember how many times I've scolded them for saying things they shouldn't have" Y/N chuckled at this, but Hermione stayed silent.

"But that's not way I'm here actually." She looked at the fire avoiding looking Y/N in the eye. "Now please don't be mad at Ginny, I forced her to tell me."

"Hermione, what did she tell you?" Y/N's voice was hard and cold, but she isn't one to tell others what she's feeling so for Ginny to know about how she felt about Fred and now for Hermione to know was more than she could take.

"It's not that bad. I mean there's still time for you to ask him if you really want to go with him..."

"No Hermione, there isn't any time left. He asked Angelia yesterday in front of me. So, what am I supposed to do? Walk up to him and tell him that I have feelings for him, and I have since third year?"

It was a lot for her to admit out loud, and especially in front of another person. Now Y/N waited for Hermione to say something, anything but the only thing she heard was a gasp then a chuckle. Not two seconds after she heard that did George step into the common room. Now some people can't tell the twins apart, but she could, and she could also tell that this was bad, unbelievably bad.

"George, what the hell are you doing here?" Y/N asked staring wide eyed at him. She was panicking, there wasn't much the twins kept from each other and she didn't know if he would keep this to himself.

"Well, I came to check on my friend, see if she was okay after storming out of breakfast." He was teasing her; she could tell by the mischievous grin on his lips that nothing good was going to come out of this. "But I come up here to hear that she's got a crush on my brother."

Now Y/N liked to believe she was able to keep calm under stress, she had to be able to with as much trouble the twins dragged her into. But right now, with Hermione and George looking at her and knowing what she felt for her friend nearly pushed her over the edge. So, there she sat, in front of the fire her jaw tight and eyes watering with her secret coming out that she realized it was pointless to try and hide it anymore, it was all falling apart anyway.

"Hermione, can you let me, and George talk alone for a minute." It was less of a question than a request, so when the portrait closed behind her Y/N looked over at him to see the grin hadn't left his face.

"You know Y/N, I've always questioned the guys you've gone out with and what you saw in them. But now I know that you've been trying to get over dear old Fred."

"Shut up George, just shut up." Y/N tried her hardest not to cry, she tried to keep from breaking down, but she wasn't successful; she had reached her breaking point. "Just forget this every happened and promise me you won't tell Fred."

"But let me just...."

"No George, promise me."

"I promise."

Y/N just nodded and left the common room. She had a feeling that something was going to go wrong, something was going to come back and bite her in the ass. But at this moment she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone, to get away from everyone.

Christmas at Hogwarts was Y/N's favorite time, the feast, and the alone time when most everyone was gone was something she looked forward to. But this Christmas was different, there were more people staying at Hogwarts this year and the Yule Ball was happening on Christmas day. Now she wasn't to down about the amount of people staying nor was she still upset about Hermione and George knowing about how she felt for Fred, she was nervous about the ball and how she would handle it.

After talking with Ginny and some other of her not so close friends, she realized that the ball was a once and a lifetime opportunity and she couldn't let it slip through her fingers. So, with a little planning Y/N and Lee Jordan were going together. It wasn't too bad, Y/N and Lee were friends, and Lee owed her a favor anyway.

"You know I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Hermione tried to calm Y/N's nerves as they walked towards the Great Hall.

"I know." After that half-assed, awkward attempt at a conversation no one else spoke until after they met up with their dates.

It was after everyone watched the champions dance with their partners and Y/N made one to many unnecessary trips to the punch bowl, did her and Lee dance. It was not the perfect slow dance, they were stumbling over each other’s feet and laughing at stories, in all it was a good night.

"You know Fred's been looking at you all night." Lee whispered to her before twirling her. She snuck a quick glance over to him to see him dancing with Angeila, but his eyes were trained on her. She could not read what he was feeling but by the look he was sending her it wasn't too good.

"Guess he's shocked that I'm in a dress." Y/N shrugged looking away from Fred to flash Lee a smile.

They stayed at the ball for what felt like hours, they stayed until they were the last ones in the Great Hall. For a night that started out full of nerves and doubt it ended as close to perfect as Y/N would get.

"Good night Lee. I'll see you tomorrow." Y/N told him, waving him off as he walked to his room.

She smiled to herself and sat in an armchair in front of the fire thinking over the night. I mean sure she did not go with the guy she wanted to, but she did go with someone she could have fun with; and maybe the night went better than she thought it would. Overall, she would not do anything different to change tonight.

"You look happy." She jumped at the voice, about to yell at the person for scaring the shit out of her but she turned and saw George looking at her with a smug grin.

"It was a good night." She told him simply looking back at the fire.

"You know if you wanted Fred and I wouldn't oppose to you going out with Lee."

"Lee's a great guy, but I couldn't. It wouldn't go anywhere; I'd be leading him along."

"Because of how you feel about Fred." Y/N just nodded, not looking at him. "Maybe that's what you need. Someone to get your mind off him."

"That's the thing George, I can't get him out of my mind. He's been my friend since our first year and I had to be the one to fall for her best friend." She ranted, trying not to wake everyone in the tower.

Before George could say anything, his twin stepped into the common room, a shell-shocked expression on his face.

'Shit, shit, son of a bitch' ran through Y/N's mind. He had heard them, heard how she felt about him.

"Y/N...." he started, but he could not finish there were to many emotions running through his head. Fred took a breath before nodding towards his brother, who quickly left the two of them alone. "Look I'm sorry but Angeila and I..."

"No, you don't have to explain Fred. I knew you wouldn't feel the same way." She gave him a small sad smile before grabbing her heels and walking to her dorm.

"Good night Fred,” she told him before turning away, trying to hide her tears from him; but he had seen them.

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spcncershybrid · 3 years

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Amortentia -Fred Weasley Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

(Summary: A certain Weasley let’s his feelings about you slip in the most inconvenient way.)

Fred Weasley X Reader

This is based on a few tik toks and probably some imagines I’ve read. Might post another imagine tomorrow but if not I hope you all have a great day this week for whichever holiday you celebrate!! Love you all!

“Are you ready for potions today?” Angelina said, nudging me as we walk to class.

“Not really I’m pretty sure Snape hates me.” I laughed as we walked into class.

Angelina and I stopped in confusion as our girl classmates were huddled around a cauldron. The boys stood to the side brewing something.

“Where’s Professor Snape?” I ask walking up to them.

“Not sure.” A girl said, turning to us.

“What are you lot brewing?” Angelina said as we walked up to them.

“Amortentia.” Another girl said giggling.

“And you boys?” I asked looking over to them.

“Same thing.” One said scoffing as he sniffed the cauldron.

“Y/N, try it first. You’ll probably smell you know who.” Angelina said as she moved to the side.

“Not that you know who Angelina.” I say laughing.

“Right sorry.” She said giggling lightly as she realized what she said.

I leaned my head over the cauldron and sniffed. Fireworks, smoke, and wood.

“So what do you smell?” Angelina said looking at me.

“A variety of smoke items and wood- like our brooms.” I say looking at her as I tilted my head.

I smelled Fred Weasley.

I look at the other girls who are occupied with smelling the cauldron. I step away from the cauldron and pull Angelina to the side with me.

“I think I smelled Fred.” I said looking at her in shock.

“At least your feelings are confirmed.” She said excitedly.

You see here’s the problem, the twins are my best friends. Like all love cliches I fell for my best friend.

“But Angelina what if he doesn’t smell me. The smell varies for everyone.” I say as I run my hands over my face.

“He probably doesn’t even like me. This is setting me up.” I groan as I look over at her.

Angelina knew otherwise. Being on the quidditch team made her form a bond with the Weasley’s twins. Over a night of team celebration and firewhisky that was snuck in, secrets from both of the boys were revealed.

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“So boys, any girl caught your eye?” Angelina asked as she took a swing of firewhisky before handing it over to Oliver.

“You already know who.” George said winking at her as he tilted his head towards Fred.

“Fred?” She said as she looked at him.

“Who do you fancy?” She continued as she watched him take a sip of his drink.

“Nobody.” He said.

“Really weren’t you boasting about-” Oliver started before Fred cut him off with a glare.

“You guys are still down here.” Y/N said walking down the stairs of the common room.

“The celebration died down a bit. There’s still some left if you’d like.” George said, handing her the bottle.

She happily took the bottle and took a swing feeling the liquid burn her throat.

“That’s always so awful.” She said, wiping her mouth.

“I think we should call it a night, we have practice tomorrow.” Oliver said standing from the floor.

Everyone nodded their head before leaving besides Angelina, Fred and George.

Fred stared longingly as Y/N walked back up the stairs. He sighed as he watched her leave. He shouldn’t feel this way, she’s his best friend.

“She’s the one he fancies.” Angelina said as she leaned over to George.

“Now you notice. He’s been this way since third year.” George said chuckling.

“Oh dear that long. He should make a move.” She said crossing her arms as they watched Fred leave the common room.

“Contrary to popular belief Johnson he won’t do it. He complains often about how she wouldn’t like him.” George said.

“Well he’s wrong!” Angelina exclaimed.

“She fancies him too?” George said in slight confusion.

“You don’t share a dorm with her. If you did you would hear nonstop on her feelings. Half the time it’s like a broken record.” Angelina laughed.

“Let’s make a bet.” George said placing his hand out.

“One sickle that they get together by the end of term.” George continued as he kept his hand out.

“You’re on Weasley.” Angelina said as she shook his hand.

With that they both separated and went to their dorms and the night was filled with an earful of complaints from their dorm mates.

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“This is bad Angelina.” I say as I look around the classroom. I went to my usual seat and sat down.

“No it isn't, wait for them to come and let’s hear what he smells.” Angelia reassured me as she sat down beside me.

As if on cue the twins ran into the room smiling.

“Y/L/N lay off the perfume for a while. I can smell you from here.” Fred exclaimed as he sniffed the air in confusion before laughing loudly.

I felt the color drain out of me and my mouth grew dry. Everyone else stifled a laugh as they looked at us.

“What?” Fred said as he looked around the class.

“That isn’t her perfume Fred. We’re brewing Amortentia.” A girl said laughing.

Now it was Fred’s turn to grow pale. His cheeks turned red like his hair.

“Unauthorized use of brewing materials is strongly prohibited without a Professor present.” Snape's dull voice said as he walked into the classroom.

“10 points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.” He continued as the students scurried to their seats.

“At least it's mutual.” Angelina said laughing slightly.

“That doesn’t make this situation better.” I say biting my lip anxiously.

“Talk to him after class.” Angelina said as she began writing on her parchment.

“You’re right what’s the worst that can happen.” I say laughing nervously.

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Fred stared blankly at his parchment as he felt himself slowly die of embarrassment.

“That’s not too bad mate.” George said as he looked over to his brother.

“Not too bad. George this is awful.” He said as he scribbled aimless things on his parchment.

“You didn’t hear it from me Freddie but she fancies you too.” George said leaning over as he glanced over towards Angelina and Y/N.

“You reckon?” Fred asked as he looked over.

“Talk to her after class and you’ll see.” George said as he began writing.

Soon enough the bell rang out.

“Class dismissed.” Snape said as he closed his book.

Students ushered out the room and into the corridors.

‘Now or never.’ Fred thought as he watched Y/N and Angelina leave the classroom.

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I walked beside Angelina and felt my hands grow cold.

“You talk to him all the time.” Angelina scoffed as she laughed lightly.

“This is way different Ang.” I say as I play with my robes.

I grew silent as Fred and George walked beside us.

“Angelina we should check if Oliver needs us.” George said as he grabbed her arm and dragged her away.

“So what’d you smell?” Fred asked as we walked beside each other and into the courtyard.

“I didn’t smell anything Fred.” I blurt out quickly. I cringed lightly as we walked.

“Oh. You don’t fancy anyone?” Fred said, scratching his head.

“No Fred I don’t.” I say stopping and stare at him. I felt bad for lying to him but I need to preserve our friendship.

“I should probably check if Oliver needs me too. Bye Y/N.” Fred said jogging back into the school.

I huff in anger and felt tears prick my eyes. Stupid Amortentia!

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I walk into the quidditch locker room shielding my eyes.

“The boys are on the field already, it's just me.” I heard Angelina say. I put my arms to my side and sat on the bench next to her.

“I messed up everything.” I say putting my head in my hands.

“What happened in the courtyard?” Angelina asked as she sat next to me.

“He asked me if I fancied anyone and I completely lied to him.” I say looking at her pouting.

“That’s all?” Angelina asked as she strapped her gloves.

“He asked me what I smelled in the Amortentia and I lied to him saying nothing.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

“Why’d you do that?” Angelina asked as she comforted me.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” I huffed.

“You wouldn’t have Y/N.” I heard Fred say as he walked into the locker room.

“What are you doing here!” I exclaim as I stare DF at him in shock.

“I forgot my bat.” Fred awkwardly said as he pointed to his locker.

Angelina stared at the both of us before leaving the locker room.

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything if anything you would’ve made it easier.” Fred said as he went and sat beside me.

“Fred you’re my best friend I can’t lose you like that. I guess I was just scared.” I say looking down at my lap.

“You scared blimey Y/N fancying me isn’t that bad.” Fred laughed as he placed his hand on my leg.

“To answer your question earlier, I fancy someone and I smelled fireworks, wood and smoke. Do you reckon I smelled George? He is quite cute.” I say jokingly as I look at him.

“I'm pretty sure you smelled his twin brother the one that actually likes you.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Tough luck on my end.” I laughed as I heard Oliver yell outside.

“You should probably go. Oliver might hit you with the bat.” I say standing up.

Fred stood up and stared at me. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and shy away as I felt my face heat up. Fred smiled and walked away towards the door.

“W-wait Fred I have a question.” I say stopping him.

“What?” He said turning to me.

“Why me? There are so many other girls at Hogwarts.” I ask as I watch him open the door.

“Not all girls can handle a prank. I can dive more into it on our Hogsmeade date.” He said winking before leaving the locker room.

“Those damn Weasley’s.” I smiled before walking out of the locker room and going to the common room.

Meanwhile…

“You seem giddy.” George said as he and his twin flew to their post.

“I just scored a date with Y/N.” Fred said as a slight blush flourished on his cheeks.

“I knew you could do it Freddie.” George smiled. His smile grew wider as he remembered a certain thing.

“Oi Angelina! You owe me a sickle!” He yelled, making the girl flip him off laughing as she waved the coin in the air.

“For what?” Fred said as he stared at his brother in confusion.

“Sometimes love has a price brother.” George laughed as he flew over to Angelina making Fred just scratch his head.

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chaiscentedcandle · 3 years

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Triwizard Tournament (part 1/2)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: George Weasley x fem!reader (reader is implied Gryffindor house)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the reader, along with Harry, gets picked for the Triwizard Tournament and has to save George during the second task!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: yes/no

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, I think maybe curse words?

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,839

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so, I started from the “beginning” and it’s getting long so I decided to make this into two parts!

The train cart rattled as it rode along the tracks, the twins including Lee chattering about something. The newspaper Y/n was reading would sometimes make noise occasionally when the cart shook, she was reading about the attack at the Quidditch World Cup, she had been their with the Weasley family, same with Harry and Hermione. It was a blur but what she distinctly remembers is running the wrong direction and coming face to face with a group of people wearing all black, their faces covered by gold skeleton masks and their hats were very pointy.

They had no business with her so they let her take off in the other direction, luckily she ran into the back of Fred. Turning around the Twins faces folded with relief as they didn’t have to worry about you and Ginny.

From the distance you could hear the trolley lady, her voice stretching far. Her slightly squeaky wheels bouncing off the walls, soon enough she was stood in front of their cart “anything from the trolley, dears?” She asked like always. Giving a quick glance up, Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a little pouch filled with galleons and some sickles, tossing it to Lee and hitting him square in the chest “get yourself’s something, I’m not hungry” she stated, George asked a weary “are you sure?” Before they crowded the opening. Enough money in the pouch to buy them each a thing or two.

“Are you done reading the bloody paper? It’s almost like you’ve been giving it bedroom eyes since you first saw it!” George said, a piece of sweets falling from his mouth to his trousers before he picked it up and but it back in his mouth. Sparing another short glance, Y/n responded “don’t talk with your mouth full, and no I have not, I’ve just decided to read the news for once” a bit of sass laced in her words.

“I agree with George, you haven’t taken your eyes off it, there’s not much in the paper about it” Lee added, and if Lee added Fred wanted to add too “yeah, I mean why read about it when you lived it?” He had a point, doesn’t mean it was a good one.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, Fred wasn’t done talking yet, as always “I mean think about it, it’s probably one measly paragraph or two, it’s a brief topic, why read that when you were in front of a actual death eater!” He said rather loudly with too much enthusiasm.

“You try seeing a death eater Fred, I’m pretty sure you’d wet yourself, plus it wasn’t a long encounter and I didn’t want it to be” George and Lee let out a few chuckles when Y/n said Fred would wet himself. They don’t know if it’d be true, but it was funny.

Lee whistled, catching George’s attention and tossed Y/n’s pouch to George who caught it mid air, beater skills. George placed it in her lap “there’s a few galleons left, Lee wasn’t too hungry either” finally Y/n fully took her eyes off her newspaper, setting it besides her, grabbing her little pouch she picked up her bag and stuffed it in, as she was distracted George took his opportunity to snatch the newspaper from her side.

Upon hearing the crumble of paper and seeing her newspaper gone, Y/n reached to take it from George, who only held it high “come on, George, give it back” Y/n told him, instead he stood up and held it above his head, Y/n followed ahead and tried to reach for her paper, alas she was too short. “George, give it back” she said sternly, he shook his head “no, you keep reading the damn paper over and over again, you’ve probably memorized every word by now, what good is coming out of it?” He asked, Y/n just glared up at him while George smiled a goofy smile at her. Planting her feet and putting her hands on her hips, Y/n was ready to tackle George, true it was just a piece of paper and it was a brief topic but she bought it with her own money “what do I have to do for you to give me back my bloody paper” jokingly George tapped his cheek with his free hand and bent his knees a little.

Y/n stood on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, George was stunned as he thought she would’ve given up, but when he froze Y/n took her chance and snatched the paper out of George’s hand, folding it up.

Everybody had gathered in the courtyard to see the foreign visitors. Y/n being squashed between the twins tall figures.

Hagrid stood down below with two giant paddles in his hands to direct the pegasus pulling a carriage in the air, it seemed to be going well until Hagrid turned his back and turned back around at the perfect second to doge the carriage. Some people let out gasps while others laughed or said “woooah”

“Well! There’s something you don’t see everyday!” Fred said, George responded with a laugh. Then Y/n spotted just the crows nest of a ship sticking out, pointing and leaning her body out a little she said “look! That’s the crows nest of a ship” George grabbed her hips “woah there! We don’t need you falling out” a hot flash of blush spread across her cheeks, as if on cue the tip of a ship shot out and fell forwards to reveal a whole ship. Another course of “woah” was let out, McGonagall walked out to the courtyard and called to the students “please go to your houses and get dressed in your robes, meet back in the great hall, we have an announcement to make!” With that she turned away and made her way back inside.

It wasn’t long before students began to fill the great hall, a few stragglers here and there. Y/n sat In front of George and Fred, next to Angelina, Neville sat across Y/n. They gave each other warm smiles.

Everyone watched the first years being sorted, Gryffindor gaining a few.

Dumbledore made his way to the stand, quieting the Great Hall. “Well now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement” just after saying this the Great Hall door opened and in running came Mr.Filch, Dumbledore continued “this castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well” Most of the students had their eyes on Mr.Filch as his heavy breathing echoed even though it wasn’t quiet. “You see, Hogwarts had been chosen-” Mr.Filch finally made it to the front, interrupting Dumbledore, they whispered about something before Mr.Filch took off running again, Dumbledore resumed “so, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a LEGENDARY event” he paused “The Triwizard Tournament!” People whispered among themselves for a bit, the twins whispering “brilliant” between themselves.

“Now for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests, from each school a single student is selected to compete, now let me be clear” his tone turned to serious “if chosen, you stand alone and trust me when I say these contests aren’t for the faint hearted” then his tone changed back to happy “but more of that later, but now please join me in welcoming, the lovely lady’s of the Beuxbations Academy of Magic!” Just before he was about to finish the doors swing open “and their headmistress, Madam Maxine!” Beautiful, fancy women decked in blue walk into the Great Hall, their hands behind their backs, all proper. They walked before they stopped a let out a sigh, leaning to the right and putting out their hand, they walked again and repeated the same thing before speeding up to the front, most of the boys staring at their bums.

Y/n looked up at George to see him staring as well, she smacks him on the arm and give hims a look, he turns to her with a look of confusion “what?” He asked before turning back around.

Everyone was watching as Madam Maxine made her way through, down the table a bit you could hear Seamus Finnagin say “blimey! That’s one biiig women!” A little girl was in a different outfit and doing flips, along side her another, older, girl who looks similar to her. They get to the front and bow, most boys (and some girls) clap, stand, cheer or all three for the lady’s. George and Fred being one of those boys, Y/n and Angelina give each other a look, Y/n let’s out a “hmpf” and lean her head on her hand, a pout upon her face, George noticed and asked “what’s wrong?” Getting no response she just turns her head away from him, leaning over to look at Angelina, she just gives him a straight smile and raises her eyebrows before also turning away.

Dumbledore put his hands up to silence everyone. “And now our friends from the North! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang! And their high master Igor Karkaroff!” Y/n faces twisted a little, Angelia nudged her “what is it?” She whispered “Igor Karkaroff served you-know-who in the Wizarding War” she whispered back, Angelinas face began to twist as well. Just then a loud bang came from the front, well fit men walked with staffs, banging them on the ground and chanting, sparks coming from the bottom. They spun and twisted the staffs before some of them abandoned them and made a sprint for the front, some lady’s letting out a gasp and standing to get a better look. Y/n and Angelina begin apart of that, Y/n caught a look at George and it seemed he wasn’t enjoying it too much.

Soon legendary Bulgarian seeker, Viktor Krum and Igor Karkaroff entered, people began to whisper “look!” “It’s krum!” Y/n turned to Angelina, a small smile on her face “I have to admit he’s quite cute!” Angelina let out a laugh, George elbowed her. She turned to George with the same look he gave her “what?!” She gave a little more sass, Neville let out a giggle. She went back to looking at Krum till he caught her eye, giving a wink then looking straight ahead. Heat coated her cheeks, Y/n gushed to Angelina “did you see that?” Angelina and Y/n freaked out amongst themselves for a little.

George rolled his eyes “personally I don’t think Viktor is all that great” he said to Fred who only laughed at his brother.

Everyone began to talk, chatter filling up the Great Hall or eyeing some of the food in front of them, some people paying attention to people brining in a big gold structure. Dumbledore stood next to it “your attention please!” The crowd went silent “I’d like to say a few words” he placed his hand on the gold structure “eternal glory! That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to do this that student must survive three tasks, three EXTREMLY dangerous tasks” Y/n could feel her heart begin to race but she didn’t know why, George looked excited while Fred looked smug “wicked” they both said. “For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule, to explain all this we have the head of the department of international magical corporation, Mr. Bartimus Crouch” the ceiling begin to rain and a lighting storm, a pretty bad one at that.

Some students began to scream before a red bolt in the corner up at the teachers table was sent out and it was back to normal. A wet, crazy looking man was putting his wand away. “It’s him” Ron said “Mad-Eye Moody” his voice low “Alastor Moody” Y/n said “the auror?” Hermione asked “auror?” Dean Thomas questioned “EX-auror, dark wizard catcher” Y/n said “filled up half of the cells in Azkaban thanks to him” Ron finished “he’s suppose to be mad as a hatter these days”.

The students watched the exchange between Mad-Eye Moody and Dumbledore. The minister Bartimus Crouch began speaking, his arms out and playing with his fingers as he spoke “after due consideration, The Ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen should be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament” Mr. Crouch began to raise his voice as students started to get rowdy and yell “this decision is final!” Students started to get louder and louder, making Mr. Crouch having to speak louder. George and Fred got angry, screaming “that’s rubbish” and booing.

“You don’t know what your doing!!” George yelled, Y/n slapped his arm again “George! Be civil!” She told him, he ignored her.

Students still screamed and protested until Dumbledore screamed “SILEEEENCE!” There was still some murmuring before everyone stopped talking. Dumbledore raised his wand and lowered it, as he did the gold stand began to disappear and a big golden cup appeared, a small blue flame appeared above it which turned to a bigger blue flame. “The Goblet of Fire” Dumbledores voice rang throughout “anyone wishes to submit themselves to the tournament nearly write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night” he paused “do not do so lightly! If chosen, there’s no turning back, as from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun” Dumbledore finished.

Y/n could hear the roaring of the fire, it was loud in her ears, her heart beat faster then a pixies wings when it’s was flying. All throughout dinner her hands where shaking, Neville was the first to notice.

“You alright, Y/n?” She casted her eyes up to him, shaking her head “no” and that was the last thing she said for the rest of dinner.

For Y/n it was a short time before it was Wednesday, the day before the picking of the champions, a couple of people including her sat in the room with the Goblet, a blue hue throughout the room. She stared at the cup, as if it would tell her all its secrets, a anxious feeling sitting in her stomach. Hermione sat below Y/n, she was calling her name but Y/n didn’t notice until Hermione was shaking her knee “you alright? You’ve been staring at the cup for a couple of minutes” Y/n blinked a few times before she shrugged her shoulders “I’m scared, I feel like something terrible is going to happen, but it’s hard to explain” just then George and Fred came running in, yelling and laughing, a vial in each of their hands.

“Well lads! We’ve done it!” George said to the few people in front of them “cooked it up just this morning!” Fred added, Hermione turned away from them “it’s not going to work” she sang, George and Fred gave each other a look before each twin was on either side of her.

“Oh yeah?” Said Fred “And why is that Granger?” George asked. Hermione huffed “you see this?” She said sassily and motioned to the blue line around the cup “this is a aging line, Dumbledore drew it himself” she told them “so?” Fred responded, Hermione scoffed “SO, a genius like Dumbledore couldn’t possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion!”

“Oh but that’s why it’s so brilliant” told Fred

“Because it’s so pathetically dim witted!” Finished George.

“Ready, Fred?”

“Ready, George!”

They locked arms and said “bottoms up!” Both downing the potion before jumping inside the line, nothing happened. Some students cheered and the twins let out a victorious “yeah!” With a little pep in their step they placed their names in the goblet, letting out a another “yeah!” And high-fiving, unfortunately for them the cup went crazy and flung them out of the ring, landing hard in the ground.

Y/n let out a gasp as she stood up, as the twins sat up they both sported long grey hairs and breads to match “you said!” Said Fred “you said!” George repeated, then they began to brawl, rolling and tackling on the ground, everyone cheering.

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” It started to die out.

Viktor Krum and Karkaroff entered the room, all eyes on them. Viktor entered the ring and placed a piece of parchment in, undoubtedly his name, as he was leaving he eyed Y/n and Hermione. This wasn’t unnoticed by George, who was still an old man, and his noticeable anger didn’t go unnoticed by his brother.

Thursday. Finally the name drawing of the three champions. Y/n hands wouldn’t stop shaking, her and Neville made their way to the Great Hall “are you okay, Y/n? You’re shaking like you’re freezing cold” he asked, she shook her head “I don’t know why, but I’m so scared, I’m getting terrible anxiety” she told him, he rubbed her back and pulled her to his side “you’ll be alright, you’re underage, you can’t get picked” she nodded her head, he was right, of course he was right, she’s only sixteen, shes too young. Neville held her hand to reduce her shaking, it helping somewhat.

Everyone stood in anticipation, eager to see who’d been picked. Y/n never took her eyes off the goblet, not until George nudged her “you okay?” He asked, she shook her head again “no, why does everyone keep asking me that? Don’t I visibly not look okay?” She said a little annoyed, George raised his hands in defense. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side, just like Neville.

Soon the staff and Dumbledore entered. “Sit down! Please” he said. Hurriedly everyone took their seats, Y/n sitting next to George with Fred next to her. “Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” He paused to build tension “the champion selection!” Quickly Dumbledore turned around, his arm raised as he dimed the fire around the room.

Y/n heart started to beat faster, she wrapped her arm around George’s and curled into him, turning to her he gave her a kiss on the top of her head to calm her. Dumbledore made his way over to the goblet, same hand raised. Once he reached the goblet he set both hands on it for a few seconds then took it off and backed away, the flame turned bright red and he shield his eyes from the brightness, a piece of parchment flew out from the cup, catching it Dumbledore turned it over and read the name. “The Durmstrang champion is....Viktor Krum!” Cheers rang throughout Durmstrang and Viktor mumbled a happy “yes!” fist bumping the air, getting pats on the shoulder he stood up, shaking hands with Dumbledore and moving to the front.

Next was Beauxbatons, Dumbledore turned the fancy blue paper over “the champion for Beauxbations is..Fleur Delacour!” The Beauxbations women cheered and clapped for her, not as loud as Durmstrang, Ron eyed Fleur. Gross.

Next was Hogwarts. “The Hogwarts champion” Dumbledore turned the parchment over “Cedric Diggory!” Hogwarts cheered for Cedric, his friends cheered louder. Y/n let out a sign of relief, maybe she was just overthinking, Neville placed his hand in her shoulder “see! I told you you’d be alright” she gave him a smile to which he returned.

“EXCELLENT!” Dumbledores voice reached throughout the whole room “we now have our three champions!” Y/n could feel the pit in her stomach grow small, but it was still there “but only one will go down in history” Dumbledore continued “only one! Will hoist this Chalice of Champions!” Bartimus Crouch brought in something big, covered in a piece of fabric, he placed it on a stand “this vessel of victory! The Triwizard Cup!” Dumbledore turned around and pointed at the cup, the piece of fabric flew off and relieved a big blue glowing cup. Students began to clap and cheer for the cup.

Snape started to eye the goblet weirdly, the students near the entrance saw the goblet begin to go crazy like when George and Fred tried to put their names in. Dumbledore turned around quickly, the clapping stopped and he made his way to the goblet, it began to grow red like before when the names flew out. The red fire shot up and another piece of parchment flew out, grabbing it Dumbledore turned it quickly to find a name. “Harry Potter...” he mumbled, looking up hastily around the room he repeated once more “Harry Potter?” Students started to look around the room for Harry, Harry sat back down, not wanting to go up or be seen. Hagrid was shaking his head and mumbling “no...no”. Dumbledore grew angry “HARRY POTTER!” He yelled. Y/n could feel the pit in her stomach begin to grow again. Hermione grabbed Harry’s shoulder “come on, Harry” he didn’t move, she grabbed his shoulder and tried to move him “Harry for goodness sake” she said. Harry stood, Hermione shoved him lightly a few times, Ron had a very sour look on his face, Harry made his way to Dumbledore, who didn’t look so please and only shoved the parchment with his name to him, hesitantly taking it Harry made is way to the front, students protested. They were getting angry “he’s a cheat!” Someone shouted “he’s not even seventeen yet!” Someone else said.

Neville tapped Y/n on the shoulder “do you think that’s what you could’ve been feeling?” She shrugged “I don’t know, maybe” she looked back up at the front, only for the goblet start to go wild again, Dumbledore covered his eyes but that couldn’t stop his face from getting more angry. Just like Harry, another parchment flew out, angry enough, Dumbledore snatched it from the air, turning it over to read the other name “Y/n L/n?” He called quite loud. Y/n stomach sank, this is what she had been feeling. Just like Harry, she froze, somehow Dumbledore had found where she was sitting and his face showed he didn’t want to go through with this again. “Y/n come on, don’t make him wait” Neville whispered to her, with wobbly knees she slowly stood up, her hands violently shaking. George stood up too, blocking her from moving “George, what are you doing?” She asked, he just stared down at her, Y/n pulled him in for a hug, something they both needed in the moment. They pulled away and she made her way to Dumbledore, who also pushed the parchment her way but with a little more force, he was more than just angry. Students started to get angry again, two students had been chosen for the tournament who were underage, it was a champion for THREE people but somehow there’s five champions, it was an outrage.

Y/n followed where Harry went, he was technically the only other champion she knew. Following him, he leaned in, nervous as well “doesn’t feel great, does it?” He said, she wiped her sweaty hands on her skirt “no, no it doesn’t”.

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The Prospective Bride (Finan x Reader)

Guys...I’m going to admit. I had entirely too much fun writing this. I hope y’all also like it.

Can be read as reader or OFC.

Warnings: Some swearing...I think that’s it.

Words: 4k

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"Uhtred! There you are! Uhtred!"

"What does he want now?" Uhtred groaned, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

Finan shrugged, his own ire rising at the man's childish and shrill voice. "How much trouble ya think I'd be in if I stabbed him?"

"Alfred may reward you…. save him the headache."

They chuckled darkly as Aethelwold dropped onto the bench next to Finan at the alehouse. The two friends had been sitting happily and nursing cups of ale, waiting for the meeting with the king to begin.

"Did you hear the news?!"

"That ya're a turd?" Finan mocked.

"What?" Aethelwold glared at Finan then turned back to Uhtred. "No...no! Alfred in all his godly wisdom has seen fit to permit me more authority and responsibility…."

"That's what you wanted." Uhtred interrupted, looking like he wanted to be just about anywhere but here at this moment.

"Yes, but...BUT, first I must marry."

Finan snorted in his drink. "Poor lass."

"Poor...poor lass?" Aethelwold sputtered, gaze darting back and forth between the two, "I... I have no intentions nor interest in marriage. Alfred will certainly find me a woman who is a harpy and will slowly suck my soul and purse dry...then, then! he won't have to kill me. Oh no, I will certainly wither away because of her."

"Ya don't know that." Finan waved to the barmaid who brought over another cup of ale for all three at the table.

Aethelwold gladly took the cup, still sulking and bemoaning. "It is Alfred! He will make a mockery of me and this will be his way of reminding me of my place. Mark my words."

"If you say so." Uhtred rolled his eyes. "Do you know who this harpy is?"

"No, well yes. I will. In three days. Her father is a wealthy lord of East Angelia. Alfred wishes to open up trade with him specifically. He hopes this trade will better relations between Wessex and East Angelia, to unite us all. To further this, he wishes to broker a marriage to this lord's daughter with myself. To show I am willing to do my duty for Wessex." Aethelwold finished sarcastically then promptly drained his cup of ale in one go.

"This may be good for you. Perhaps she is beautiful and you will want to hump only her." Uhtred tried to reason but to no avail.

"Oh, all the whores in Wintanceaster will wail at the loss of my coin and cock then." He rose to his feet. "I must leave you now. I must make sure I have a clean tunic to meet my prospective wife."

The two watched the king's nephew strut away, then get distracted by a whore leaning out of a nearby doorway.

Finan turned back to his lord and friend. "That poor lass…Alfred would not really do that, would he?"

Uhtred shrugged. "If it was for the good of Wessex, he would."

Finan shook his head. He hoped Alfred knew what he was doing, what he could potentially subject some pious, sheltered girl too. Aethelwold would not be a good husband. Finan took another sip of his ale, listening to the sounds of the bustling city around him. A part of him was curious about the girl. If he was lucky, he hoped to see her before having to listen to that pig's arse lament anymore about marriage. That bastard would be lucky if any woman ever chose to willingly marry him.

*****

I stood to my father's side as he greeted the king of Wessex. We had arrived last night, directed towards an inn where we were able to rest and refresh ourselves so we could meet King Alfred this morning.

Having left the guards who traveled with us back at the inn, it was only my father, myself and the two advisors standing in the throne room. The greetings had been formal between our two parties. I spoke not a word, my father introducing me as I gave a polite incline of my head. Here I was to keep up the appearance of a proper lord's daughter, something beautiful to look at that knows how to keep silent. What most did not know was the intelligent mind kept hidden behind my pretty face...and that was to my father's benefit. Especially with conducting trade, no one suspected me of gathering intel and information to relay back to him.

This was not the first time we had used these roles.

"Now that pleasantries are done, shall we proceed to discussing business? Perhaps in my study with some refreshments? " Alfred said, hands clasped in front of him.

"Certainly," my father nodded. With a quick glance at me, my father looked back at the king. "Perhaps while we are talking business, my daughter may tour your fair city...with a guard of course."

"I thought she could join my wife in prayer."

I fervently suppressed a snort.

"Later, when the heat of the day is greatest. We did not get to see much of the city as we arrived late last night. A walk would do her good, as she has not much experience in the world. Seeing a great city of God as yours is would be a blessing to her."

Alfred had met his match with my father. Both were clever men who used words to manipulate to obtain the result they desired. I almost wished I could stay and watch their verbal sparring; it would be most entertaining...but I had a duty to do. My father would want to hear of my thoughts of the city and its people...and the king's nephew.

"I see. Said that way I can certainly not refuse." Alfred waved a hand to his side. "Aethelwold will escort her. He was born and raised here and has knowledge of the area. I shall send Steapa as extra protection although it is unnecessary."

"I thank you but I would ask that Steapa remains so we may garner his insight on trade routes and guards needed for them. I have heard of your man, Uhtred. That he is a great warrior. If he is here, I would prefer him and his men to guard my daughter for she is my greatest joy...but do not tell her mother I said that. She may become envious."

Alfred momentarily looked like he sucked on a lemon. With obvious reluctance he agreed. "Uhtred," he called, looking past us, over towards the back of the room, "you and your man will guard the lady and Aethelwold. You will do your utmost to be good representations of Wessex and all we hold dear."

"Yes, lord." Came from the back.

My father reached over and pressed a fatherly kiss to my forehead before whispering in my ear, "You know what to do. Be good."

"Am I not always?"

He chuckled; he was just as mischievous than I was. My mother claimed if I had been born male, I would have been a duplicate of my father. Quickly he swept out of the room with King Alfred, Steapa and several other advisors and priests. The doors shut behind them with a resounding bang.

"My lady."

I turned to see a man with a round, boyish face and haircut that looked like he tried to do it himself. So, this was the man Alfred wanted to betroth me to. He looked like I could poke him in the eye and he would run away crying for his mother.

"I am Aethelwold, it is my greatest honor to meet you." He bowed slightly and grasped my hand, giving it a quick, sloppy kiss on the back of it. "Shall we?"

Following slightly behind him, I could already see that all the rumors and stories I had heard about him were true. I had hoped they were an exaggeration. Luckily I knew my father would never force me to marry a pompous twat like him. This whole meeting was for show and for me to gather an impression of Wessex outside of Alfred for my father. I just had to play along for now. I wondered how many times I would need to remind myself of that while in Aethelwold's company.

Once outside, the sun felt delightful on my face. I could not help but look up and breathe in its warmth. Why ever would ladies willingly stay inside to pray or sew or gossip was beyond my understanding. There were far more interesting things to do. It was once we stepped outside of the palace that I took notice of our shadows.

Turning around I glanced at the two men, both in some armor and with weapons on them. One had long hair with a thin beard, vibrant blue eyes and a sword strapped to his back. Between his looks and his clothing, he looked almost like a Dane. I guessed this must be the infamous Uhtred. The other one had a thick, full beard, dark eyes with laugh lines around them, a sword hanging off his hip and a cross that hung from his neck. Interesting.

"You are Uhtred, yes? The savior of Wessex and all Saxons?" I asked teasingly. I had heard so many stories of the man from my father's side. Were they all true though? It was easy for rumors and stories to be exaggerated and the hero to be no more than a wood-mouse even if the stories painted him as a dragon. Although looking at him, I would suspect the dragon.

He smirked, eyeing me. "Perhaps. Though Alfred would say it was his God that saved Wessex."

"Yet it is you who wields the sword." I shrugged, turning my gaze to his companion, who was watching us with unrestrained amusement. "And who are you?"

"I am Finan, my lady."

An Irishman? I certainly had not expected that. Nor the way his gaze and accent put a warmth in my belly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both."

"Yes, yes, they are guarding us so they are to walk behind us silently!" Aethelwold stressed the last word, giving a glare to both. He placed a hand lightly on my lower back, redirecting me down the steps of the palace and into the bustling city.

I caught an eye roll from Uhtred as Aethelwold spoke, not that I could blame him. It was when I met Finan's eyes and he winked at me...oh this was going to be fun.

Normally I would slap away the hand of any man who thought they could corral or control me. For now, I allowed Aethelwold to keep a guiding hand on my lower back, more to see what he would do and to witness people's reactions. It did not escape my notice the further we walked, the lower his hand slowly slipped.

We walked by the palace and some shops, our walk casual and relaxed. I listened to Aethelwold ramble on about this or that, keeping my eyes and ears open to our surroundings. What I had seen so far of the capital of Wessex impressed me. There was certainly wealth here, far more than in Mercia. This would be a good place to commence trade for my father.

It was also at this point that Aethelwold's hand had slipped down to the point where his fingers were caressing the top of my arse with each movement. I gritted my teeth at the feeling and at how unaffected he seemed by it. This was unseemingly in public, let alone how to treat a lord's daughter. If this was his standard of respect for a lord's daughter in public, I shivered at the thought of how he would treat his wife. Clearly a woman was only something to hump and amuse him.

If he thought that idea included me...he was very wrong.

"What is in that direction?"

Aethelwold looked to where I pointed. "Ah, just a short cut towards the blacksmith's. He prefers to have his shop on the outskirts of the city."

"I would like to see it."

"Why? There is nothing of interest for a lady as yourself."

Oh?

"Nevertheless, I would like to go."

"If you insist." He forced a smile and guided me towards the alley that served as a shortcut.

It was when we were about a third of the way that I stopped. I could see some people walking past the alley but no one was paying attention to the four persons now stopped. A row of buildings was to our left, the back facing us. On our other side was a small coop with chickens and an overly eager rooster, who had no qualms making his presence known. Otherwise, we were alone.

"My lady, is someth…"

I ignored Aethelwold. Abruptly I sidestepped away from him so his hand was no longer touching me. His touch had become more and more repulsive as we walked. Rounding on our two shadows, I focused on Uhtred first.

Their quiet commentary had not gone unnoticed by me but Aethelwold pointedly ignored them as he continued to give me the "tour".

"Are you Alfred's man?"

Uhtred crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you mean, my lady?"

"Is this necessary?" Aethelwold tried to put his hand on me again but I smacked it away, still ignoring him otherwise.

"Do you report everything you see and do to Alfred? Are you his man or do you just follow his orders to fulfill your oath?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure but curious where I was going with this. "I am not Steapa if that is what you ask."

I nodded then turned my gaze to Finan. "And you, Irishman?"

"I just do what my Lord Uhtred says." He chuckled, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he met mine.

"Good." I smiled brightly at them, putting all my charm in and batting my lashes for fun. "I would hate to get in trouble. My father would be ever so disappointed in me."

"What are you...oh!" Aethelwold started but his words cut off when I roughly shoved him against the back of one of the buildings. He stumbled, not expecting the force and slammed against the wood.

As he stumbled, I prowled after him, a snarl on my face. In a well-practiced move, I bent and pulled the dagger out of its sheath I always kept strapped to my lower leg and tucked just slightly into my boot. In an instant, it was in my hand and pressed firmly just between his legs. If his cock twitched, he would feel the edge of my blade. My other hand grabbed his jaw so his focus could only be on me.

"Let us get something straight. You try and touch me again; I will turn you into a eunuch. You keep your hands and any ideas of your cock to yourself. Got it?"

"Ah, yes. Of course, my apologies, I just...ah, ah, AH!" He paled even further when I moved the blade slightly.

"One more thing. You are a piece of shit. I will never marry you, nor will anyone force me to. And if by some miracle, it is arranged. Know this. On our wedding night, I will kill you before you even think about touching me. I am only here to open negotiations between my father and King Alfred. Nothing more. Now…" I slowly dragged the dagger up his torso to land at the base of his throat. "We can continue the tour with a better understanding of one another, yes?"

"Yes?" He squeaked out.

"Good. We will be seeing much of one another the next few days. It shall be fun." I giggled, stepping away from him. A quick glance behind me showed Uhtred with a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to suppress laughter. Finan on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face and a starstruck look in his eyes.

I sent him a quick wink, finding myself enjoying that look in his dark eyes.

Done threatening my prospective husband, I knelt to replace the dagger in its sheath. Although I always carried it on my person and I knew how to use it well; only a few knew of it and I liked to keep it that way.

As I started to rise, a hand came into view. Finan stood before me with his hand out. Quickly I accepted and allowed him to help me to my feet, even if it was unnecessary. His hand felt too good holding mine, the roughness I knew to only come from swordplay, the hand of a warrior. He squeezed my hand slightly before letting go.

"Do you know the way to the blacksmith's?"

"I do."

"Excellent." I wrapped my arm through his, placing my hand on his forearm. "Will you escort me? I am in desperate need of a new dagger and would like to see what Wessex has to offer."

That slow, lazy smile I was growing quite fond of spread on his face, dark eyes alight. "Aye, we would not want ya in lack, now would we?"

"Lord Uhtred, do you believe Wessex will be in greater need of grain and iron this year? I hear King Alfred is continuing to build more burhs due to increased raids in Mercia."

He answered my question from just behind me. "I suspect, my lady. Although East Angelia needs to remain vigilant in their own defenses."

"Certainly. King Aethelstan is no fool. Even if he prefers to use priests instead of swords as of late."

As we walked, we discussed trade and the Danes. Both were impressed with my knowledge and insight, to which I explained that I was my father's only child. He raised me as if I was a son because to him, I am his heir.

And if I happened to enjoy the feeling of strong muscles under my hand and warm breath dancing over my skin whenever dark eyes met mine...who could blame me? His Irish accent may also have something to do with my slowly decreasing proximity and increased flirtation.

The visit to the blacksmith was entertaining. Uhtred, Finan and myself along with the blacksmith, Aldwin, spoke easily of weapons. In the end, I chose a lovely dagger with a promise to come retrieve and pay for it this evening.

The whole time Aethelwold grumbled just off to the side, looking like a petulant child.

"What will happen when you marry?" Uhtred asked as we walked lazily back in the direction of the palace.

"My father will never allow me to marry a fool for his lands, tenants and trade are important to him. He would want someone who is a good lord to replace him."

"Will that not be ya?" Finan asked.

"Yes, unless I marry. Even then I still plan on being involved in everything. I am not one to sit idly by." I paused, smirking to myself as I looked around. "Perhaps I should not bother with marriage at all. The only thing I need is an heir of my own. I could take a lover, become with child and that would solve the problem."

"I suspect many men will be disappointed when they hear that. I for one think the idea holds merit." Finan held my gaze and with that smirk that spoke of trouble.

I stopped, turning to face him slightly. "Mmm? Is that your way of volunteering to be my lover?"

"If the position is open…" He leaned down, his lips ghosting faintly over the rim of my ear. "I promise to make it worth ya time."

That touch sent a fire burning in my veins and when I caught his eyes, I thought I could see the same desire reflected. "I would hate to be disappointed." I purred, running a finger slowly down his chest.

Uhtred coughed loudly from behind us.

My cheeks warmed at the reminder we were in public. For a brief moment all I could see and hear was him...and how much I wanted to see if those lips tasted as good as they looked.

Up ahead I could see Lady Aelswith standing on the top of the steps with a priest on either side of her. Her hands clasped in front of her, eyes scanning the crowd intently.

I groaned, earning a chuckle from the warriors. I had hoped she would leave me alone but clearly, she thought I was in desperate need of prayer. After spending time with Finan, my imagination certainly could do with a cleansing.

"Thank you for escorting me today."

"It was our pleasure." Uhtred said.

Instead of saying anything, Finan lifted my hand to his lips. His eyes remained glued to mine as his lips touched my skin. It should be illegal how a simple kiss on the hand could feel so erotic. Unable to help myself, my thumb stroked his bottom lip before he could release me.

Aelswith finally noticed me and called my name loudly. If the pinched look on her face said anything, she was not pleased to see me walking so comfortably with Lord Uhtred and his man.

I smiled at both warriors, taking a step back. I glanced over to the side to see the still sulking Aethelwold. "Pleasure to meet you. It was most...informative." Spinning on my heel, I started towards the queen not even bothering to hear Aethelwold's response.

I knew my father planned on being here for a few days before returning home. I could only hope during the upcoming days I would be able to see more of Lord Uhtred and his man.

Especially his man.

I might need to bathe in holy water when we returned home.

*****

"I think I'm in love." Finan murmured to himself, watching her hips sway as she walked away.

"I do not think I have ever been so insulted in my life." Aethelwold grumbled, coming to stand on Uhtred's other side. "Harpy. As I said. She may have an attractive appearance but still a harpy. Although, it would be fun to bed her. I bet she rides well."

Finan rounded on the smaller man. "Say another word and I'll gut ya like a fish."

"Ooo...so protective. The way you two were practically eye-fucking, I would say…"

Uhtred wisely grabbed the front of Aethelwold's tunic and shoved him a step back. "You will say no more or I will let him gut you. How dare you put your hands on her like you did earlier!"

"I….it was nothing. Just a bit of fun."

"Can I gut him now, lord?"

Uhtred sighed and released the king's nephew. "He is not worth the effort. Let us go, Finan."

The Irishman fell into step with his friend. If he heard one more degrading word out of the pig's arse, his restraint would vanish.

"I do agree with one thing that Aethelwold said." Uhtred suddenly said after they walked a few minutes.

"What was that?"

"You were quite taken with her."

Finan laughed, grabbing the neckline of his tunic. "Aye, I don't deny it. She…I have never met a woman like her before. When she grabbed the turd and stuck her dagger between his legs…"

"I am surprised he did not piss himself." Uhtred chuckled. "Yet I must warn you of something."

Finan looked over at the sudden serious tone. "What?"

"If she does take you as a lover, be careful." Then the cocky bastard had a shit-eating grin. "I would hate to see her damage you. I still have need of you."

Finan threw his head back laughing as he slapped Uhtred on the shoulder. They headed towards the Inn to hopefully find Sihtric and Osferth.

As they walked Finan could not get the memory of her on his arm and smiling out of his head. Nor how her touch and heated gaze made him want to pleasure her in every way. He prayed he would get to see and speak with her again. Perhaps he could further convince her to allow him to be her lover, for he would surely be hers and only hers without question.

#The Last Kingdom #the last kingdom fandom #the last kingdom fanfic #finan the last kingdom #finan x reader #finan x ofc #finan the agile #uhtred ragnarson #alfred the great #reader insert #flirting #mz writes

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toriwakes · 3 years

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Choosing You [George Weasley x Reader]

summary: you and fred were always an unlikely pair. it was too good to be true.

content warnings: cheating, suggestive activities, angsty fluff, some swearing. fem!reader (pronouns she/her)

a/n: hello! i thought of this concept in the shower. i’m actually super proud of it. it was kinda inspired by the people saying that when they shift, fred cheats on them if they don’t script otherwise but...yeah. hope u like it and as always, let me know if you have any requests!

they were so different. too different, some said. she was dedicated, intelligent, reserved. he was loud, always moving, outgoing. no one expected the two to be a match. some accused her of putting him under a love potion, but he assured her that he didn’t need a love potion; he was devoted to her. at first she couldn’t believe it when the weasley boy asked her out- how could she? they were friends, sure. but just like everyone else, she found it mind-boggling that he took interest in her. she accepted though, jaws dropping when they made their relationship public. they went to quidditch practice together, went to the kitchens late at night and even used her prefect powers to get him out of trouble.

so you can imagine the utter shock, anger and confusion when she caught him in bed with another girl.

after what felt like decades, quidditch practice finally ended. she was eager to check up on fred; he must be in so much pain since he was sick. she frowned at the thought. she picked up some of fred’s favorite snacks hoping they would make him feel better. (y/n) did small things like that for him. that’s the type of good girlfriend she is. why wasn’t she good enough for him?

she entered the common room quietly, not wanting to startle her sick boy. when she finally reached the steps to the boys dormitory, she heard faint pants. this actually made her reach the door faster. she believed that fred was having some sort of reaction to the medicine and wanted to help. her hand was on the knob now, but she realized something. the pants turned into moans- she recognized it right away. who wouldn’t recognize gryffindor’s head girl’s voice? before she could stop herself she opened the door and saw exactly what she was expecting to see. fred’s frame covering most of angelina’s. he was still in her. when they finally noticed the girl they panicked. fred’s eyes went wide and he threw the covers over the figure under him, left to cover his manhood with his hands. (y/n)’s head was mad. ‘curse them out! embarrass them!’ it screamed. but her heart was kicking, screaming and sobbing so loud that all that came out of her mouth was a quiet, “how could you do this to me?”

fred was red in the face and angelina had the same look of shock on her face. “(y/n)? is that you?” hermione’s sweet voice spoke. (y/n) ignored her. fred leaped forward to shut the door but (y/n) stopped him. she forcefully shoved him back; now her head was talking. “did you enjoy yourself then?” she shouted. “did you? are you content?!” fred was stumbling back- he could see hermiones flabbergasted face over (y/n)’s shoulder. “answer me! how dare you! you’re up here fucking her while i’m down there worried sick about you, you bastard!” they stayed quiet. “should i be seeing this?” hermione peeped. (y/n) never removed her eyes as she spoke, “hermione you stay right there. i want you to hear and see everything so you can tell everyone how pathetic fred weasley is!” he flinched at your shouting. she didn’t even hear the rest of the team walk into the common room. “i don’t think i need to tell anyone.” hermione scoffed. she waved everyone up, and next thing you know, the entirety of gryffindor house witnessed the scene. (y/n) turned around. absolutely out of her mind, she opened her moth. “welcome to the show! if you look closely you’ll see fred weasley, a poor excuse of a man.-“ she moved so she could shift the attention to angelina. “-and angelina johnson.” she dropped her arms to her side and kissed her teeth in disgust. “a disgrace to gryffindor house.” she spat. now completely turning around so her back was to the pair, she spoke to the small crowd that formed. “take a picture, i hope you all remember this moment. i know i will.” with that, everyone made a space so she could leave, kicking the sweets she brought in that had fallen on the way out. “freddie...” george sighed.

george was mentally cursing out his idiot of a brother. did he forget the bet? the promise they made? about 3 months ago fred noticed (y/n) for the first time. with a cocky tone he whispered to his twin, “i want her.” george felt like punching his brother. he wanted (y/n). and he let it be known. “dude, i want her.” fred shrugged and proposed a bet; whoever swept her off her feet first would get the girl first. fred ultimately won, but george warned him. “you treat her right, okay?” fred promised george that he would. he broke that promise. the twins never break each other’s promises.

no one knows where she went that night. some say she went to hagrid’s hut and she cried like a baby into his bushy beard. others say she went to mcgonagall and the professor gave her outstanding advice. they were good guesses, but wrong. only george weasley knew where she went. he followed her with caution- he was sure the last thing he wanted to see was a replica of what once was her boyfriend. she went to the greenhouses, which made sense. she loved herbology. he only revealed himself when she started to cry. “(y/n).” her eyes were shut from blinking away the tears but she managed to draw her wand and point it at him. “what do you want, fred?” when she opened her eyes, she. realized that wasn’t fred. she was one of the few people who could tell them apart, and she didn’t see fred. she saw george. tucking away her wand, she sighed. “oh. hello george.” she slumped against a nearby column. “hey.” she was gazing into the sky. “you’re not mad i’m here?” he finally asked. “no. why would i be?” she knew exactly why. she just wanted to hear him say it. “well, you know..fred.” she only laughed. “about that..” he trailed. “you know what i realized about him? he’s not a real boyfriend. he only gets girlfriends so he can cheat on them, can you believe that? he grabs girls hearts, and then he just breaks them. and for what, the thrill of it? it’s sad.” she hissed. george shut his mouth. he decided to not defend fred this time. it was his battle and his only. “if it’s makes you feel better, i didn’t know.” “i know you didn’t. you would’ve told me. wouldn’t you, george?” she looked at him now. “of course.” the gingers head was full. he contemplated telling her about the bet. “she deserves to know.” “yeah, i did.” she scoffed. george only just realizing he said the sentence out loud, cleared his throat. “i doubt it’s worth anything, but fred and i had a bet.” she whipped her head to look at him. “a bet?” he slowly nodded. “we both had a crush on you. we said whoever won your heart first, had you.” “you idiots had a bet on my feelings?!” she said, rightfully angry. george looked down shamefully. “i know, it was stupid. look, i know your heart is broken right now but i have to ask...when it’s healed, so you think we could..” (y/n) chuckled. her eyes fixated on the moon, she spoke, “my heart isn’t broken.” “it’s not?” george now spoke with a smirk. “nope.” she popped the ‘p’ with a smile. “does that mean i’ll have a chance to sweep you off your feet?” she shook her head. “yeah.” “cool.” they stood around in silence for a moment. then, (y/n) got an idea. “do you want to go to the lake?” george scrunched his eyebrows. “it’s past hours.” (y/n) looked at him curiously. “since when do you care if it’s past hours?” “touché.”

two weeks was all it took. she was as good as new. she owed george some credit for her quick recovery. they spent endless amounts of time together. “do you wanna do this?” george inquired. he meant go public- show off in front of the entire great hall that you were in fact his now. “you don’t think they’ll think poorly of us?” (y/n) picked up george’s hand and put it in hers. “anyone who thinks poorly of us is supporting angelina and fred’s choices. do you need that type of person in your life?” she asked. george simply smiled and pecked her on the lips. “keep away from her!” they were torn apart by hermione, a look of pure disturbance on her face. “oh! goodness, forgive me. i thought you were fred.” “hermione?” (y/n) said. hermione cocked her head as if to say ‘yes?’ “what would you say if george and i were dating?” hermione’s breath hitched, sounding like a gasp. in a low whisper, she asked, “are you?” (y/n) looked at george. george was already looking at her with a grin. “yeah.” hermione was already smiling, but she smiled brighter and gave the couple a slow clap. “brilliant!”

all eyes were on them. everyone in the great hall had their jaws on the floor as george walked in with (y/n) on his arm, a cocky smirk on his face. they even got looks of respects from slytherins. angelina reacted first, fred right after her. “you’re a slut.” angelia spat. ‘that’s funny’ (y/n) thought. ‘i don’t remember transfiguring myself into a mirror’. gasps erupted from the hall. george lunged forward but she held him back. “you...want to talk about being a slut?” (y/n)’s cold voice was unsettling. without reason angelina flicked her wand, basically punching the girl in the face with a jinx. (y/n) touched her nostril- blood. “george, honey, do me a favor. have a seat.” george sat down at her words. blood on her robes now, (y/n) faced angelina. the girl raised her wand but toria was quicker, muttering a “flipendo!” and knocking angelina back several feet.

of course that was when snape walked in.

he crossed his arms and sucked his teeth. it reminded her of when she caught fred. “i’d love to hear your explanation for this one, (y/l/n).” he had a shit-eating smirk on his face. “and i’d love to give you one, professor. as incriminating as this scene looks- none of it was my fault. angelina verbally attacked me first, calling me rude words that i shouldn’t repeat. then physically, giving me-“ she wiped her bloody nose with her thumb. “-this gem.” snape’s black eyes switched between the two girls. “and everyone here can confirm that.” (y/n) added. several ‘yeah, she’s right’s came from the students. “alright then. 20 points from gryffindor. ms johnson, come with me. (y/l/n), get yourself to the infirmary and stop bleeding everywhere.” snape left with angelina who seemed to have a bruise on her arm. “so that’s it then?” fred spoke now, george putting himself in front of you. “i guess it is.” her boyfriend said. “you know what you’re doing is wrong, right? you can’t date my exes-“ she was going to let george handle it, but now she had to but in. “you don’t have any say in what he can and can’t do! not after what you did. he’s lost his respect for you.” george grabbed his girlfriends hand in attempt to calm her down. “you’ve love your respect for me?” fred sounded sad. george didn’t care. “earn it back once you’ve decided to stop being an ass.”

george was walking her to the hospital wing now. “this won’t get in the way in your relationship with him, will it?” george sighed. “you’re so good, you know that? my brother cheated on you and you’re worried about if him and i will be okay.” you smiled. “i should’ve chose you.” she whispered. “what was that?” george hummed. she spun in her feet and cupped his face, pulling him down so their lips could meet. “im choosing you.”

#george weasley fanfiction #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #weasley twins imagine #weasley twins fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #harry potter #draco malfoy smut

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killthe-illusionarydreams · 4 years

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Chronic Emptiness

Fred x reader

After the war

Summary: Y/N having a depressive episode & Fred trying to help her through it. Basically me living vicariously through her. Soft moment.

Warning: Mentions of depression & plainly feeling like shit

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Y/N was exhausted. Not by her job or work, just mentally drained. This sort of thing happened sometimes. One moment she was okay, the next it all came crashing down on her & she’d feel pure hatred for the world she was living in. Fred had gotten used to it by now, he’d be the ever so caring boyfriend & try to help her through it however he could. Exept he really couldnt do much but reassure Y/N that he was there for her.

And of course Y/N appreciated him & all his efforts, she loved Fred more than life itself & everyone knew that. But sometimes she just needed space. Like today.

They were at a bar with George & Angelina and several other mates after their shifts had all ended from their various occupations. George & Fred at their joke shop, Angelia at the Ministry, Y/N at St Mungos.

Y/N never truly felt like she belonged, not growing up at home, not at Hogwarts, & certainly not in St Mungos where she was working as a nurse. Its not that she hated the job, more like it didn’t particularly cause her immediate joy. She just did it. She got on with it & did what she had to.

As her friends were dancing to the music Y/N leant into her boyfriends ear so he’d hear her say “Hey Fred I think I’m gonna head home early today, I’m tired.”

The man looked up at her, as if trying to read her thoughts “D’you want me to come with love?”

Y/N shook her head, declining the offer “No dont worry. I’ll go through the park, I need some fresh air anyway.” Fred nodded & bid her goodbye with a kiss, telling her to stay safe. “I’ll see you at home.”

It was already dark outside, the tall streetlamps being the main source of light for the woman, but she wasnt really paying attention to where she way going, not caring enough to look. Y/N got to the park near the flat where her & Fred lived, deciding to make a pitstop there she sat on one of the wooden benches that overlooked a small river.

Letting out a heavy sigh she put her head into the palms of her hands, it was feeling all too heavy lately. “Dear Merlin I’m so tired.” Mumbling, the woman rolled her head in her hands before sitting back up and gazing at the sky. Oh how beautiful it looked tonight.

Lighting up a cigarette, she put it to her lips & took a long inhale. She was supposed to be quitting smoking, Fred always got on her about continuing the habbit. In all honesty Y/N didnt care enough to stop, at this point she wasnt even sure if she still got the same boost of seratonin from smoking as she used to. But again, it didnt bother her.

“Fuck me why is life so draining?” She asked no one in particular, she knew why it was draining, the abundance of issues with her brain promptly being the answer. She just wished it were easier. Easier to deal with things.

Realistically Y/N had nothing to be unhappy about anymore, there was no war, she had a good life, an amazing boyfriend, a stable job, decent friends. But there was a permanent void in her heart that could never be filled. Ever since she was a child it stayed with her. Maybe her cold & harsh, unloving parents brought it on, or maybe how she didnt let herself feel love & would distance herself from anyone that ever got close to her. But it was there. Unmovable.

The woman let the smoke out from her mouth, sighing at why she was having another one of her episodes, feeling shitty about having said episode. Yet, there was nothing she could do to stop it from occuring. “Fuck off brain.” She mumbled to herself, cursing her biology & upbringing “Stop feeling so Shit.”

“I keep you alive you ungrateful idiot.” She huffed to herself “And I’m doing a pretty good job, so stop making me feel like its my fault.” It wasnt her fault. If it were, Y/N would know how to fix it & evidently stop feeing this way.

Some would say the war brought this Y/N on, but people knew that she was like this way before. However, before she was better at hiding it. Better at hiding the dark circles, the restlessness, the ‘I dont care what happens to me’ attitude. In all honesty it didnt bother Y/N that people knew she was like this, she didnt do it on purpose. And when she could- she’d be happy- the life of the party, in those instances she could hide her feelings. But sometimes they just got too overwhelming to bare.

“You’re being such a selfish prick.” She sighed and puffed on yet another cigarette “Go home Y/N. Go to the man who loves you.” Yet she made no motion to move. It’d probably been two hours since she left the bar, she wasnt keeping track of time, not feeling the need to.

Sometimes she thought that Fred didnt love her, not because he said something or did something, but because she thought that Fred puts up with her. Which wasn’t true, the man loved her to death, she made him feel alive. Y/N was a risk taker, an adventurer, someone that kept you on your toes- & he admired that about her. Y/N was smart & funny & the most gorgeous person Fred had ever seen, but he knew that behind her sarcasm & faux narcissistic comments, she didnt believe it. Oh what he’d give for the woman to see herself through his eyes.

A few more minutes passed & the woman got up with a sigh, throwing the butt of her cigarette down, she made her way home.

The door creaked open, a little too loudly for Y/N’s taste, she winced at the sound, hoping it wouldnt wake Fred.

“Where were you?” The light flicked on. Before her stood a dischevelled Fred, arms crossed “I got home and you werent here.”

“I was in the park.” She mumbled, taking her coat off “Lost track of time, sorry.”

Fred looked at the woman before him, he noticed the dark circles that she tried to cover prefousley with makeup, noticed the ash on her jacket and faint aroma of smoke mixed with sadness.

“Its fine.” He reassured her and went to hug her, pretending to not notice her cold body & how she stiffened when he touched her “Just let me know next time alright?”

The woman hummed in agreement and walked into the living room, as she sat on the couch she put the tv on to play some sort of muggle program but not really paying attention to it. She just didnt fancy Fred interrogating her about her feelings. She hated talking about them, normally just botteling them up. Maybe that was the cause of her unhappiness.

A few moments went by & she thought Fred had went to bed, but then she felt the couch sink next to her. “Here” he placed a blanket around her & handed her a hot mug of tea “You’re freezing.” Mumbling a thanks she sipped on her drink, not really feeling like talking she waited for him to say something, anything.

And he did “Is it getting bad again?” Oh. Was it? Probably. Most definitely.

“I’m fine.” She lied “I’ll be fine.” Y/N wasnt convincing anyone.

Fred watched her, not knowing what to say or do. He wished he could help, just magically cheer up the love of his life. But thats not how life worked. “You’re good enough.” He blurted out “You deserve to feel happy.”

Y/N didnt look up at him, she knew Fred was trying to help. But was he? I dont know.

“Do I though, do I really?” She finally asked with a sigh, those seemed to be coming from her a lot lately “Because I know I do, I just dont feel it coming to me and its so draining to get on with life when you feel worthless.”

Fred took in what she just said, pausing before trying to come up with a reasonable response “I know.” He sighed “I want to help you Y/N, what can I do?” What could he do though? Realistically?

“I dont know. Nothing. This’ll pass soon enough and I’ll be okay.”

Fred knew that, Y/N was always ‘okay’ or ‘fine’ or ‘just tired’ “But I want you to be better than okay. I want you to be happy, to enjoy life and all its moments.”

Y/N scoffed “And you think I dont want that?” There was a tense silence

“Why dont we take the day off tomorrow and go out somewhere? We havent done that in a while.” Fred suggested. It was true, with both of them being bombarded by work they hardly saw eachother in the last few months.

“Sure.” Y/N smiled sickly and set her tea down “Yeah alright I’ll just sack my job off to have a fun little date with you eh? Why not risk getting fired just because I’m feeling a little moody huh?”

Fred was taken aback by her words and immediately went back on what he said “If you dont want to thats fine I-“

“Im sorry” she cut him off “I’m sorry, that was a dick move I didnt mean it, just everythings gotten so much-“ she put her feet up on the couch to hug them “Im sorry.” A few stray tears fell onto her knees

Fred moved closer to her “Hey, its okay, its okay dont worry. I understand.” Oh sweet understanding Fred, Fred who gave you unconditional love and support. Fred who you keep snapping at.

Moments pass as he embraces you, your body leaning against his heavily. Not sure whether its the exhaustion or something else “I dont deserve you.” You mumble into his chest. He frowns cups your face in his hands, you lean in to his warm touch.

“Dont say that” you let out a quiet sob “Y/N you deserve the absolute world, and I wish I could give it to you & more. If I could take away your pain, I would. In an instant I would. You dont deserve to feel like this, to think like this. But I’m here for you okay. I love you, so fucking much you don’t understand.” He gazed into her eyes, wishing she could feel how much he meant it “You’re the best thing that happened to me & I’m going to prove it to you, whatever it takes Y/N.” He kissed your nose before letting you hug him tighter, relieved that you no longer shrunk away from his touch “Words cant express how much I love you.”

After a few more tears fall, Y/N laughs into his chest “Good because you’re stuck with me.”

Fred grins to himself “I wouldnt have it any other way.”

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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the humans having le romantic candlelit dinner with their S/O, only to have them randomly caress their face/hold their hand while talking?

(GFL/Genshin Impact) Kalina, Angelia, Helianthus, Ayaka, Lisa, Ei, Xinyan, Shenhe, Yelan, and Candace having a romantic dinner with their S/O

SURPRISE GENSHIN ADDITION THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS-

Personally, Kalina thinks the candles are cheesy as hell, but it's the thought that counts!

As she's talking about something amusing that happened while she was with the Commander, S/O's hand suddenly brushes across her cheek.

Kalina completely freezes up. Her cheeks heat up rapidly but allows S/O's hand to remain.

(Kalina) "Uh...! S-Sorry, you messed my up my train of thought, heh..."

She giggles and playfully leans into their hand.

Angelia isn't one to care about grandiose displays, but a candlelit dinner? That had to be commended at least.

She's in the middle of regaling S/O about some of her more amusing missions, until S/O's hand brushes across her prosthetic.

Angelia couldn't feel anything, but she knew the loving intention was there.

(Angelia) "...Dumbass, you know I can't feel anything there already."

Angelia is blushing madly while her other hand squeezes S/O's, feeling the warmth around it.

Helianthus finds the romantic gesture touching. (she's squealing about it on the inside.)

She's enjoying the atmosphere and the meal S/O prepared and chatting about nothing in particular.

Her entire body stiffens when S/O gently wipes off a crumb on her cheek, their hand staying after the fact.

(Helianthus) "A-Ah...S/O?...Hm, don't pull away."

She quickly relaxes into their touch, her own hand keeping S/O's from moving.

Ayaka's heart is about to burst from her chest seeing the table S/O prepared.

She is giggling almost the entire time with glee. Honestly, she's about ready to ask S/O to marry her on the spot.

Doubly so when S/O reaches for her face, gently holding it.

(Ayaka) "S/O...If I may be selfish for just a moment?"

Ayaka takes their hand off, only to kiss the top of their fingers, and put their hand back onto her cheek, keeping it there tightly.

Oh, Lisa absolutely loves the candle dinner.

Now this was how you captured a woman's heart properly.

Lisa's smile grew bigger, feeling their hand brush across her cheek.

(Lisa) "My, how daring, S/O.~ I like it."

Lisa winked at S/O as her head tilted to rest further into their hand, feeling the softness of their palm.

Ei is quite confused at the setup of the candles on their dinner table.

Was this a ritual? She hadn't seen this before, so probably not? After finding out it was exclusively for her, Ei gives a soft smile.

Her eyes widen in surprise when S/O's hands reach for hers.

(Ei) "Ah...If you wished to hold my hands, you can ask to do so."

Ei happily takes their hand with a firm yet loving hold and continues to tell S/O a lighthearted story from her past.

Xinyan's words get caught in her throat as she sees the elaborate setup just for her.

She quickly accepts the dinner and sits down across from S/O, the volume of her voice echoing in the room as she gets more and more excited.

Her entertaining story screeches to a halt when S/O's hand gently brushes against her cheek, making Xinyan freeze.

(Xinyan) "H-Hey now! Why did you have to go and make me lose my train of thought...?"

Xinyan pouts a little, but does not move to shove their hand away, instead she subtly moved closer into their palm.

Shenhe's eyes blink in surprise at the candles. At first she thinks the dinner is an exorcism until S/O explains.

Nodding in stoic affirmation, she sits down and thanks S/O for the meal.

Shenhe asked S/O what the purpose of a candlelit dinner was, and instead of a verbal answer, S/O's hands held her face with a loving caress.

(Shenhe) "...This does not answer my question."

Her curious expression makes S/O laugh before explaining it was simply because they loved her. Now, she understands.

Yelan was impressed by the fancy dinner.

It was a little too gaudy for her personal taste, but hey, no complaints from her!

Yelan was simply telling S/O about her day before she felt their hand grasp hers and hold it tightly, the loving gesture making her hum in delight.

(Yelan) "You really know how to pull the heartstrings, don't you S/O?"

Yelan lets out a beautiful chuckle before holding S/O's hand just as tightly back.

Candace usually doesn't care exactly what she eats, since being in the desert, you ate what you could get.

But seeing the table so lovingly put together by S/O, complete with candles, it was hard to say no.

She is about to thank S/O before they extended their hand on top of hers, letting it rest comfortably there.

(Candace) "Next time you wish to have dinner like this, please allow me to help. And...Thank you, my love."

Candace closes her eyes and moves to sit next to S/O, letting their hands intertwine as she rests her head against their shoulder.

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riverdaleouat4432 · 3 years

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Lost love

Jasper Hale x reader Warnings: Heart break, swearing, suicide, death

f/n - friends name

m/n - moms name

Summary: You have a crush on Jasper and you are in math class with him then over time ou become friends the become a couple. What happens when Jasper starts to fall in love with Alice Cullen?

a/n: You are Jaspers mate by the way

no one pov:

It was any other school day and as every day you sat in the back of math class and admired Jasper. Little did you know that there was a seating chart. You were sat next to the one and only Jasper Hale.

As you sit down the teacher takes attendance. Jasper sits next to you and holds out his hand and introduces himself. “Hi I’m Jasper, Who are you?” “I know..... I mean well you are in my class and then you go to english...... I mean i don’t stalk you or anything” you stutter. “I am y/n” “Nice to meet you y/n” As class ends you walk over to your friend Angelia. Then you guys head to your next class.

Skip to Lunch

You sit with your friends Angelia and you best friend f/n. You and f/n go to your last class which is science

Skip to end of school day

a/n: I got lazy

Y/N pov:

I was walking home and also thinking about the thought of sitting next to Jasper everyday is a dream come true but then again he didn’t even know who I was and that hurt. I just reached my house and it is big. I moved to forks when I was in 6th grade a because my mom and dad got in a fight then they got a divorce and my mom got to keep me. We used to live in New York but my mom thought it would be better if we moved to a smaller and quieter town. I open the door “Mom I’m home!” no answer “Mom!” Still no answer where is she? Then I see a note on the counter. It says:

Sorry I am not home I have a really busy shift at the store and won’t be home till’ midnight snack is in the microwave and I ordered pizza for you should be there at 7:30 p.m.

Love mom

“Well I was looking forward to movie night but I guess never get your hopes to high anyways I have homework to do.” You say to no one but yourself. The pizza came and I was hoping I would be able to see mom before I went to bed but oh well.

Morning

I get up and get ready I put on a black jeans a white shirt and a red leather jacket with a black choker. I was running late again and accidently ran into some one and it was none other that Jasper Hale. Edward just glared at me “You should be more careful” “It’s not like I ran into you is?” He just scoffed and the others just walked away with Edward. “Idiot” I whisper to myself.

Math Class

Jasper pov:

I see y/n enter and I wonder if she was trying to start a fight with Edward we all know how that would’ve worked out. She is my mate so maybe I should talk to her maybe not well I don’t know yet. “What are yo thinking about” she is human but very quit walker. “Not much just math” As class starts I wonder if she has feelings for me because I do her I watch her all the time when she walks home and I just want to know what she smells like. “Jasper” “Jasper” “Jasper’ “Jasper!!!!!” “What” “The teacher called on you to answer the question” As I answered the question I was also gathering up all my courage to ask y/n out. At the end of the day I walk up to y/n. “Hey y/n I was wondering if we could go out” “YES!!!!!!!!!!!!” “I mean yeah sure” She is adorable.

Y/N pov:

I thought I would die right there and then. I have a date with Jasper I said as I walk home since it was a half day and I also did my happy dance.

The neighbors were looking at me and I don’t care I HAVE A DATE WITH FUCKING JASPER HALE. I am so happy.

Date with Jasper

I am so excited wait what am I going to wear. I finally decided what to wear and I decided to wear a light blue dress with pink heals and a white bag.

“Mom I am going on my date!” “Ok honey bye have fun love you” “Bye Love you too mom” As I exit the door I see Jasper waiting outside and he opens the car door for me. On the date we go to a fancy restaurant and I eat a Pizza, the weird thing is that Jasper did not eat anything. “Did you already eat” “yeah” “Oh well I am done you ready to go” “yeah just let me pay” “No I can pay I am the only one who ate so let me.” He drives me home and asks me the question: “Y/n will you be my girlfriend I...” Oh My God YES!!!!”

Time Skip

It has been a couple months since I started to date jasper and he has become very distant from me I ask him if he is okay and if he wants to talk but he just gives me the cold shoulder. As I enter Math class early I see Jasper there talking to Alice. It has been a couple days since I’ve seen him with Alice at first I didn’t mind but now I am concerned. Now it is the weekend and I am waiting for Jasper because he said he wanted to talk to me about something. I hear a knock at the door and answer it. “Hey Jas you want to come in?” “No I am breaking up with you” “oh so soon huh?” “yeah” “How long?” “A while know” “Who?” “Alice, look I’m sorry I don’t love you anymore I...” “How long have you loved me for!?!?” “The second month we were together” “YOU DIDN’T BOTHER TO TELL ME AND EXPECT ME TO JUST SAY IT FIRST JASPER I AM DISAPPOINTED AND I TRIED TI KEEP OUR RELATIONSHI TOGTHER BUT NO YOU HAVE TO GO BEHIND MY BACK TO SOME OTHER GIRL AND I AM JUST SUPPOSED TO EXPECT THAT!!!!!!!!!!” by now we are both yelling the neighbors could hear us I’m pretty sure “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DID TELL YOU” “NO YOU DIDN’T YOU JUST SAID I LOVE .... I LOVE YOUR HAIR STYLE TODAY” “I LOVE YOU JASPER AND you should be happy with whoever.” “Thank you y/n” “Wait Jasper” “Yes y/n” “Do you... do you love her.... love Alice?” “With all my heart goodbye y/n” “Goodbye Jasper” With the last goodbyes I close my door. I run up to my room and cry my eyes out how could he do that to me I finally got just as fast as I lost him. \

Jasper pov:

I am going to be happy with Alice I know that and I now can be with a vampire and not my mate a human. “Hey Edward, What’s going on guys” We heard you and y/n arguing” “She had a million thoughts in her mind like” ”She was an idiot to think you would ever love her.” “Well I have Alice and I can be happy” “Yeah me and Jasper will be happy forever”

Y/N pov:

I am done with the world and I am done with being sad. I have been missing school. “Honey look you need to go back to school” I know” “sweetheart you need to also eat can you eat something please” “Yeah sure whatever” “Mom?” “yes sweetie” “does the pain ever go away?” “No the pain never goes away and that just means that you still love him and when you see him the pain just increases.” As night came I decided one thing to do to make the pain go away and I must do it tonight. I wrote a letter to my mom.

I walk out the door quietly and head to the cliff of La Push.

M/n pov:

I walk down the stairs to see a note on the table:

Dear mom,

I am so sorry but the pain is too much just know I love you with all my heart but the pain must go away. By the time you read this I will be gone already. Please say goodbye to the Cullen's for me and my friends and also my dear dog Peanut.

Love your daughter Y/n

No she no no no she wouldn’t would she I must find her immediately. I get in my car and head to the Cullen’s house. I bang on the door. Carlisle opens the door and his children come down to. “Is my daughter y/n here” “No Why would she be here” “I was thinking she would want to talk to Jasper” “look m/n she is not here how do you know she was gone” “Well I was walking down to the kitchen to get some water and I saw this note on the counter.” “I need help she is going to kill herself because of her heart ache” “We will help find her don’t worry” “Kids” “Yeah Carlisle” “Get you shoes” “Why” “Y/n going to kill herself”

no one pov:

Y/n made it to the cliff she jumps. The Cullen’s and her mom are to late. “My baby girl she’s gone forever” is what her mom says. everyone looks over the edge and they see her she is floating on top of the water then she starts to sink to the bottom.

The funeral has come and everybody was there even Jasper and Alice.

Jasper pov:

Why do I have to be so stupid she was the best girlfriend I have ever had and I blew it and now she is gone. I have was the one who led her to do this and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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Mason Jars & Fifty Percent

Title: Mason Jars & Fifty Percent Words: 2068 Content Creator: @steves-on-a-plane Square Filled: AU Wedding Planner/ Divorce Attorney Rating: G Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader Warnings/Triggers: none Summary: Reader and Bruce have been on a few dates when they realize they’ve never discussed their careers in great detail. Would they really be able to make things work if one of them is a cynical divorced attorney and the other is a romantic wedding planner? Link: @brucebannerbingo

Your relationship was very Mr. and Mrs. Smith if Angelia Jolie had played a cynical divorce lawyer and Brad Pitt’s Mr. Smith has been a lovesick wedding planner. It was unbelievable how the two of you had managed your double act for so long. Maybe, you thought one night over dinner, that the success had come from the secret of not knowing what each other’s profession was.

“You know, I just realized,” Your boyfriend Bruce observed as he glanced over the menu. “This is our fifth date and we never once talked about our careers. I mean I know that you’re a lawyer, but what sort of law do you practice?”

“Yeah…” You looked up from your menu awkwardly. “I usually try to avoid the topic until I get to know someone, but I mean we’ve talked about your job before, right? You’re an event planner. At least that’s what I remember you saying.”

“Well that’s the general idea.” He said, now looking up from his own menu. “But I really specialize in one particular event, weddings.”

“You’re a wedding planner?” You practically coughed on the word.

“Well, yeah.” He smiled uncomfortably. “Everyone loves weddings. The fresh cut flowers, the intricate decorations, all the things a person can do with mason jars!”

“Ugh, the mason jars are the worst part!” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone hates weddings! You get stuck at a table full of people you don’t know, the food is always bland as hell, the music is terrible and it’s all pointless because 50% of all marriages end in divorce.”

“50% is better than all!” He countered. “And sure, the wedding isn’t everything, but it’s the start of everything! For one magic day I get to give two people everything they’ve ever dreamed of. They could be a fairytale come true or pirates on the high seas or any number of fantastic fantasies.”

“And that’s just what it is a fantasy. Weddings are an illusion and once the dust settles and the illusion’s worn off, your happy couple ends up in my office.” You complained.

“Your office?” Bruce leaned back in his seat, scandalized. “You’re a divorce attorney. Well if you hate weddings, and by proxy love, so much why are we on this date right now?”

“Just because I don’t like marriage doesn’t mean I can’t go on dates and have a little bit of fun.” You answered.

“If all I am is a little bit of fun, I think we should stop things now before we get ahead of ourselves.” Bruce set his menu down and began putting on his coat. You glanced back down at your menu, prepared to let him walk out. You’d been planning to have a nice dinner at this restaurant for weeks. You weren’t going to let the fact that you were suddenly dateless stop you. Still, as you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but feel guilt and regret already burning inside you.

You took the night to think things over. Bruce had a point. Why had you allowed the relationship to go on for so long if you were only ever interested in a fun little fling? Why had you been so ashamed to tell him about your job? Sure, you didn’t mention it to anyone on a first date before, but you’d also never waited so long to bring it up. The truth was that you hoped he’d never ask. You went to bed that night with your mind brimming with questions.

In the morning you returned to your office as if it were any other day. You were greeted by your all too cheerful assistant, Steven and plethora of messages that had built up over the weekend. You went into your office and sank into your chair. You unpacked your laptop and began reading your emails for the day. There was a knock at the door. Steven appeared and offered to go out for coffees. You told him that would be fine and returned to work.

You had placed your cellphone screen side up on your desk. The screen was dark, just like it had been last night. It seemed Bruce had been serious about stopping before things went too far. He hadn’t tried to call or text since leaving the restaurant. Not even so much as an emoji. Twenty minutes passed and though your attention was mostly on your work you hadn’t been able to full shake Bruce from your mind.

“Uh, [Y/N]?” You heard Stephen’s voice as he returned to your office. Normally he’d slip in quietly with your coffee and place your mug in front of you before sneaking back out. It also didn’t normally take him twenty minutes to make a coffee. You looked up to see what was wrong, immediately spotting a foreign cup in his hands. “It seems something happened to your mug last night while the cleaners were here. I had to improvise this morning.” Steve place the cup in front of you and tried to disappear as soon as his hand disconnected from the handle.

“Who the hell has a clear glass coffee mug?” You commented as you reached for the beverage. You stopped with your hand hovering just inches away as you got a closer look at the glass “coffee mug.” In your opinion calling it a coffee mug was a very loose use of the term. The object next to your laptop was no coffee mug at all. It was instead a mason jar with a handle. All the things a person can do with mason jars! You found yourself chuckling, a chuckle that turned into laughter. Why the hell was there a mason jar in your office? The irony was too much.

Staring intently at the mason jar, you knew that you owed Bruce an apology. You just hoped he’d still care enough to hear it. Unsurprisingly he didn’t answer when you called. You left him a voicemail anyway.

“Bruce, I owe you an apology and I know it’s already overdue, but if you could find it in you to indulge me, I’d like to meet you for lunch. I have some things I want to say that shouldn’t be left in a voicemail. So, I guess let me know if you’re free.” You ended the call, placed your phone screen side up again and waited. Yu almost given up hope when a text message notification flashed across your screen.

I’m looking at venues with a client until noon. I can meet at your office at 1.

You texted back a very grateful “thank you” and returned to work. You could make it until one o’clock without completely losing your mind, right? The next four hours were agonizing, but you had enough work to keep you busy the entire time. You really only thought of Bruce when you spotted your phone, or the mason jar out of the corner of your eye.

At twelve thirty Steven announced there was a man outside claiming to have a meeting with you. You told him to let the man in and braced yourself to see Bruce again for the first time since your conversation the night before. You wanted to comment right off the bat that you felt Bruce wasn’t playing fairly. He’d arrived looking very professional in a charcoal grey suit and blue dress shirt. His hair was styled in the way he always wore it an effortless waviness to it that you were sure had to take lots of hair protect to perfect. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept much more than you last night.

“I was promised an apology.” He said, not moving from the door.

“Would you like to sit down?” You invited, gesturing toward the two empty chairs across from you. “I can have Steven bring you a coffee...”

“Will it come in a mason jar?” He asked, still not moving from the door. “Because you know, mason jars are the worst.”

“Ok, I deserve that one, I admit it.” You nodded getting up from your desk. You walked over to the small couch on the adjacent wall and invited him to sit again. He seemed hesitant, but finally moved away from the door to sit next to you.

“You know, maybe I’m the one who should apologize.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We never said we were a serious thing, so this whole thing is on me. I overreacted last night.”

“No, no.” You assured him. “It was me. I wasn’t always like this so, cynical about love. People aren’t born to hate love. But my parents were divorced when I was young. I thought it was just them. I thought there was just something about them that didn’t work. I always swore I’d never let their relationship define my own opinions of love. I’ve even been in love once or twice. And nothing like my fiancé William. Will was, he was everything I ever thought I wanted. He ticked off every little box from the checklist in my mind. But either I stopped being shiny and new or I just wasn’t worth keeping around because he left me. So did my second Fiancé Taylor and after that I just decided I wasn’t going to wait and see if the third time was a charm.”

“You’ve got baggage.” Bruce nodded. “I get it, we all have something. But that doesn’t mean you should give up on ever finding love. If those guys could leave so easily, they might not have been worth keeping around anyway. I mean I was really hurt when I walked out of that restaurant last night, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about you all morning. My-my client is complaining to me because her daughter can’t possibly have her wedding anywhere without at least six chandeliers and all I could think about was how I was going to miss that little smirk you make when you win an argument!”

“I don’t...That’s not the point. The point is that I’ve felt sick to my stomach ever since I let you walk away last night. I know now that I love you.” You confessed. “I was kidding myself thinking that this was just a fling, that I wouldn’t get attached to you. You’re so full of light! When I’m around you I don’t think about my past. I don’t think of all the ways that I’ve been hurt or how I could get hurt again. I’m thinking about your laugh, or the way that your eyes crinkle just the slightest when you smile. And honestly, I think about your hair a lot. How do you get it so perfect?”

“My h-it’s gel mostly.” He confessed running a hand through his own hair. “Wait did you just say you love me?”

“I-ah-yeah. I did.” You cast your eyes downward. You couldn’t look at him. “I know its too soon and it’s corny.”

“Babe,” He laughed. You looked up in time to see that crinkle beneath his eyes. “I’m a wedding planner, corny is what I live for.” He glanced down at his watch. “Say we’ve still got some time. What do you say I take you to a real lunch?”

“You still want to keep dating me?” You asked. “Even though I just dumped all that stuff on you and technically I never really apologized?”

“You didn’t dump anything on me.” He promised, getting to his feet. “You were opening up to me about your past and explaining why you’d reacted so severely last night. Who could fault you for that? And truthfully, I never expected you to apologize. You told me on your first date that you never apologize because it admits guilt.”

“Hey, any good lawyer knows you never admit guilt if you want to win.” You shrugged, also getting to your feet. Bruce offered you his hand and you took it eagerly.

“Just promise me one thing,” he said as the two of you started to leave your office. “If we get married, mason jars will not be involved in any capacity.” You couldn’t stop yourself from changing your expression to the lopsided smirk that Bruce loved so much.

“I knew it! No one likes mason jars that much!” You said. “But I kind of like the idea of having at least six chandeliers…”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He chuckled.

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frekydeki · 5 years

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Cupid Can’t Fall in Love

Part 1

Summary: (AU) Eternal and true love is a business transaction for you. Soulmates are simply two file folders tied together with a golden bow. But when eight folders come across your desk, your job gets a little bit stickier with each passing day. Being a Cupid isn’t so easy as it sounds...

Pairing: (Jihyun x Reader)

| Part 1 | Part 2: Upcoming

It’d be beautiful. The golden grass, the falling sun, the gentle and warm wind, the serene silence… It would all be so beautiful if he wasn’t staring into your eyes so tearfully. You trace your eyes over his blue hair and follow the line of his jaw, then his neck, over his collar bone and to his heart. Your e/c eyes widen to the size of the moon; a glowing arrow burns frantically in his chest. You harshly draw in a breath and smack your hand over your own arrow, hammering in your heart.

You can’t process the tear trailing down your cheek as you turn your eyes away and up to the scattered clouds in the sky. Why? How did this happen? It’s got to be a mistake…

It’d all be so beautiful… If only you could fall in love.

How… Did it come to this?

Working for Aphrodite isn’t the most exciting employment option. When you were first born, you took a little bit more to your father’s side, preferring to kick ass here and there. But after a run-in with a seething Achille’s, – you told Zeus to just kill the guy but he insisted you talk it out – you got your butt kicked so bad that even Ares himself worried over you. Your mom said your warrior days were over that day. Nobody defies the word of Aphrodite, after all, and that’s why you’re holed up in this stupid office. Battle armor feels much more natural than the pencil skirt and blouse you’re wearing, but this is what you have now; platform heels, scrunchies, paper cuts, and the sound of typing like chinese water torture to your ears. Lucky you, though! You’ve put in your two millennia to get a personal office, away from all the typing and scratching on parchment; its maybe one of your greatest achievements in the past two thousand years since Aphrodite and Ares put you on the bench.

This tiny little office is your hell a little bit away from hell, you like to say. You still have mental break downs and panic attack under your desk, and you’ve forgotten what wood your desk is made out of; but at least you get some damn silence. Except for the obnoxious banging on your door that’s happening right now. Is it eight already? The dread of a thousand punished souls in the underworld escapes from your lips in a groan; you barely even filed the cases you finished yesterday. Nevertheless, you roll in your rock hard chair – Hera was kind enough to make you a small cushion, even if it looks like a grandma’s afgan turned cushion, you and your butt love it – to swing your door open at a dangerous speed.

The young blonde before you smiles and points towards the soft close door.

“Isn’t it great Ares installed those personally for you?” Her raspy voice sputters to you quickly. Her scrawny finger then points to the coffee mug in your hand, “Hey, is that coffee.”

“Yeah, what el-“ Your hand becomes lighter as she snatches it from you and takes a long swig.

“I haven’t slept in like three days,” She babbles to you as she puts the coffee back into your hand and turns to the cart littered with folders, “Finals are next week and I haven’t studied all semester.” You’ve grown used to the incessant mumbling that Angelia lets loose every morning while handing in your cases… She’s like this every week, even without finals. “Becoming a god sure isn’t easy work!” She loudly laughs before continuing on about offerings and the rules of appearing to humans.

“You know, Angelia, if you didn’t spend all of your time programming social media sites for humans, you’d be able to get your work done.”

“How else is a messenger god supposed to stay relevant? Dad already does all the messaging between gods, so there’s no work for a dumb college god like me.”

“You’re in college… That’s your job right now.” Your lidded eyes meet hers as she blows a loose strand of curly hair from her face and drops two folders onto your lap.

“Yeah but I’ll disappear if I loose followers.”

“No. You won’t. You’re a god born of two gods, not a god born of need. There’s a clear difference. We survive whether or not humans worship us individually. Plus there’s other jobs for gods to do other than meddling and fucking around.”

“Yeah but I wanna be a messenger god!” She whines as she drops four more folders onto your lap. “Only eight new assignments today. Lucky you.”

“L… Lucky me?” You screech at her. “I already have two hundred and eighty- eight active cases!” She surrenders her hands and pursues her lips at you.

“I don’t decide who gets what cases.”

“Yeah but you could also maybe throw in a word to Aphrodite and be like, ‘Yeah, boss, don’t you think MC already has enough assignments right now?’ You know, maybe stick your neck out for a friend once in a while?” Angelia continues to stack cases on your lap, unphased by the explosive temper you let loose every morning, and you keep on crying up to her, “Are you listening to me Angelia? I’m drowning in stress right now! If I were a nymph I would’ve shriveled up and died three hundred years ago.” With your pouting expression and whiney voice, you can be compared to a kid whose mom put her favorite cereal back on the shelf.

“But you’re not a nymph. Yay! You won’t shrivel up and die.”

“But if I were a nymph I would have. Doesn’t that concern you? I could die!”

“Gods don’t die.”

“Yes we do!” You snap up to her grinning face, “And the leading cause is stress!” The over caffeinated girl isn’t moved by your whining, so you switch to a bargaining strategy quickly.

“Okay, hear me out,” You begin with a lowered voice, “Maybe if you just slip these onto someone else’s desk, and then pretend that you didn’t notice when Aphrodite asks you “What the hell?” By then that Cupid would have already started the assignment so there’d be no point in bothering me to do it.” Angelia drops the last heavy file folder on your lap and shakes her head. You blink as the weight of your coffee is lifted from your hand again.

“No can do, my friend.” She begins as she sips loudly from your coffee mug, before her face scrunches, “Too much creamer.” Angelia puts the mug back in your hand, all the while you watch her with eyes the size of the moon; is she serious right now? Of course you know there’s too much creamer in there; you just had a late morning so for all you care she can take her scrutiny and shove it. “Anyways, Aphrodite and Eros both said - very strictly, I might add - that these files are meant for your hands only. Anyways, I’m only part time, here. That all is way above my pay grade.”

“Angelia,” You suck in a heavy breath through your nose to try and curb your frustrations with the shrugging girl before you say, “You suck.” At that, she laughs heartily. She giggles her good-bye to you over the sound of her clicking heels as she moves to give the next guy his shackles for the day. “Hey!” She turns over her shoulder to acknowledge your head poking out of your office, “You tell Aphrodite that if I get any more cases this week I’m going to go ahead and fall in love, ya hear?”

“Yeah, right. Someone like you, fall in love?” She snorts, “Not even Eros would take that assignment.” You lift your lip, eyebrows pinching together, and shout back to her:

“Go bother someone else… I’m gonna be here all night because of you.” She waves and smiles pleasantly, which you return half-heartedly. The door shuts gently, and you groan back over to your desk.

Eight files don’t sound like much to the human ear, but these files hold every single aspect of the subject’s life, so it looks like the holy bible. It’s not that you mind the read all that much – it’s like a nice little short story – but it’s the paperwork and scheming that you hate with every fiber of your explosive being. You look to the mirror hanging on your wall after glancing through one of the files – these were all a little bit bigger than the normal case – and decide to put your work order in for their vial’s early; it’s going to take a while to gather their life essence. You grab a drachma and turn it about in your hand as you scribble the eight names onto separate blue ribbons.

“Ánoixe.” You cough, watching the solid mirrors surface begin rippling like water after a stone is thrown into it. “Eudorus.” The rippling increases before orange begins to reflect in the mirror; it slowly stops to reveal the freckled and smiling face of your good buddy. “How are you this fine morning?”

“Don’t play coy with me, MC. I know you’re only here to give me more work.” Your lips snap shut before you laugh lightly.

“I’m sorry. I usually wouldn’t bother you about it until tomorrow but… I just got eight new assignments and they’re really big files. I thought I’d give you a head start on getting their essence for me.”

“Eight!” He cries at you, his freckled cheeks becoming red and eyes watering. “You’re already drowning in work already!” He purses his lips and puffs his cheeks as he mumbles under his breath, “Mom really has to stop giving you so much work. You’ll keel over soon because of lack of sleep.”

“Can you do this for me? I’ll buy you dinner tonight?” He smiles at you.

“I’d do it even if you didn’t offer food, but since you did you can’t take it back now. Give me the ribbons and I’ll give ‘em to you at dinner.” You push your hand through the mirror, flinching as the humid air of his workplace gathers to your hand.

“How do you even breathe in there Eudorus? It’s so humid.”

“You get used to it after a little.” He stops as he eyes you, his lips parted and brows slack in what you can only dreadfully identify as one thing; concern. “Are you getting enough sleep, MC?”

“With all these cases on my desk, I can’t afford sleep.”

“We might be gods and all, but we need our sleep just like the humans.” You grin as you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re starting to sound like Apollo.”

“If he sees you like this MC he’s going to tear you a new one about taking care of yourself, and you know he’s going to crack down on your eating habits! You’re worse than Hades sometimes…”

“I know, I know… I’ll just avoid him at all costs.” Your half-brother grins at you before he waves the ribbons held lightly in his smooth hands.

“I better get to work on theses. And you better to, if you want to cut down on those piles on your desk.”

“You’re right. Have a good one, Eudorus.”

“Yeah, you too.” You watch as your red-headed brother disappears, and the mirror hardens again. Staring at your reflection, you realize you really do look like you’re on your deathbed. Your skin is a shade or two lighter from its usual hue, hair messily tossed into a bun, your bags much more prominent, and lips pulled down in a frown much more than usual. You look away quickly, recalling Angelia’s words from earlier…

“Yeah, right! Someone like you, fall in love?” You stare critically at the stack of finished reports you need to put in their rightful files; you will never have one of these for yourself… It’s strictly off limits for you as a Cupid. If you fall in love, you lose your job. Sometimes it makes you mad, other times sad, and some rare times, you’re glad.

Filing cases is the easy part of your job; all the hard work’s done, now all that’s left is topping off the paired folders with golden ribbons and filing them into your large bookshelf for review and approval by Eros. Eros, that sleaze. It’s been at least a millennium since you went through the trouble of pairing him with Psyche and he still has the nerve to waltz into your office and flirt with you shamelessly. Plus, he gets to keep his job despite being head over heels for his wife; who cares if he’s a primordial? He should be held to the same standards as everyone else!

That’s not what matters at the moment though, you guess. Getting these cases off of your desk is the priority! You managed to close thirty cases last night, so you just need to focus on getting them all patched up nicely. You glance to the new files on your desk; once this is done you can stick your nose into the new assignments.

“Is this a joke, mom?” Saying you sounded as loud as Zeus when he and Hades butted heads would almost do a disservice to your anger. You are livid, fuming, downright insane with rage. Her beautiful violet eyes snap up to your own as she gracefully pushes her blonde hair from her face and folds her hands in front of her.

“Is what a joke, MC?” Most of the time, her voice would’ve calmed you down to the point of rational thought, but not today. You’re ready to body slam her into Tartarus. You wave the files frantically in front of you and drop them onto her desk, eyes on fire and steam running out of your ears. You’re an Ares level threat right now.

“What the hell are these assignments?” You screech. Opening the top folder you drop the picture of the blonde on her neat, tidy desk. “Yoosung Kim, 21, college student. He’s fucked up right now, mom. He recently lost his cousin, who, might I add, is also one of these files. How the fuck am I supposed to make a dead woman fall in love? And how the hell am I supposed to make someone like Yoosung fall in love while he is like this?” She opens her mouth to respond but you slap another picture in front of her. “Jumin Han, 26, an executive who doesn’t know the half of relationships and trusting another person. I can’t work with this yet! And don’t you even get me started on Saeran and Saeyong, have you even looked through these files? And Jihyun? What the fuck is going on with this guy?” You feel a large hand plop down on your shoulder. A growl nearly comes from you as you look up to your father, his yellow eyes telling you to try and calm down. “Well when the hell did you get here?”

“I was here the whole time MC. You just marched in, ready for the kill.”

“Well if she wouldn’t hand me such bullshit cases on top of all my other cases I wouldn’t feel like murdering everyone on this damn mountain!” Ares chuckles as he shakes his head in amusement.

“You sure are my daughter, but you’re almost worse than me. What have I always told you, little soldier?” Your mouth draws into a thin line, before you mumble your response so lowly that no one could understand you. “No matter how hard it gets, it is your duty, and so you shall finish it.”

“It could also be Eros’ duty. Or Agata! She only has like, ten assignments right now.”

“Yes, my dear. But Agata is also very new to working as a Cupid.”

“She’s been in the department for two hundred years!”

“These cases require experience and power greater than that of a two hundred-year-old nymph.” You draw your lips into a thin line and eye your mother critically. What the hell does she expect you to do with this? You’re originally a war goddess. You were meant to fight, not shoot people with metaphorical arrows and make sure they fall head over heels with each other!

“This is the life you have now, MC.” Ares begins, for like, the millionth time this month. You grind your teeth and step away from him. You know that you have to content yourself with working in a quiet office, watching others fall in love, constantly typing on a computer, wearing these stupid pencil skirts and bows…

“But I hate wearing these damn heels!” Is all you can screech, childishly. Aphrodite giggles as she stands and walks to you.

“But they make you look so beautiful.” You send a harsh glare up to her; of course, she doesn’t even flinch cause your glares are as harmless to her as a feather is to a rock. “I trust you to handle these assignments better than anyone working here… Even myself. I wouldn’t have given them to you otherwise.”

“How do you suggest I start these, then?”

“Drink their essence and see what they need.”

“I’m not a damned therapist.”

“Hear, hear!” Ares uselessly calls as he resumes his seat on the couch. He shrinks a little when Aphrodite sends him a harsh, menacing glare; if there’s one thing all the gods have learned, it’s that Aphrodite – and possibly Persephone – are the scariest when they get mad.

“Yes, but you will know where to go. I can assure you.” You puff out your cheeks and cross your arms.

“Fine, but you owe me three weeks of vacation since I can’t go next week anymore!” You hiss as you take the files she’d gathered in her hands before you even simmered down – it’s like she knew she’d win you over – and stomp to the door. “I had tickets to the premier of the new marvel movie! Do you know how expensive those are?” You cry, ready to slam the door shut, but giving your mom one more, half-hearted stare.

“You’re a goddess, sweetheart. You have an endless supply of money.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to waste it!” And you move to slam the door shut, but it slows just at the end. You swear your eyeballs set on fire as you realize that your father installed yet another soft close door because of you.

What’s your plan? Dive in head-first and get blind-sided at every corner like Zeus? No way, just thinking about that has you ready to start another war. You need a plan, a good plan, and as much information as you can get. Meaning you’re going to have to work with their guardians. Pompous, inconsiderate, above the law shit heads is what guardians are. In your millenniums, you’ve avoided most, if not all, contact with them. You don’t work well with big heads; they always mess things up because they’re always right, narrow-sighted, and rash. Add to that the state that these wards are in, you can’t imagine these guardians will be the best help… But you’ve got to take whatever you can get.

And that’s why you’re sitting at a large table of seven guardians, enjoying a measly meal of chicken tenders and fries; ambrosia is too damn expensive these days. But you suppose that as the times have changed, your offerings and followers have fallen to a measly, absolute zero. No worshippers? No ambrosia. It’s a good way to stir up some envy here on Olympus.

“So, what do you need, Cupid?”

“I need to know about your wards.” You sigh as you plant a folder in front of each guardian. You point to the empty chair and raise your brow, “Where’s Mina’s guardian?”

“Uh, she’s out on sick leave.”

“I thought you guys were invincible?”

“Well, after all the times she’s worked, I’m sure she needs a break for a little.” Aeneas snaps at you. You roll your eyes; guardians were specifically designed to do everything but need a break. You’d have to check in with Zeus later to see what the hell is going on with her.

“Okay, whatever.” Continuing, you decide to get straight to the point, “Tell me everything you know about your wards. Why are they in the state they’re in?”

“Some wards are harder to guide than others.” Jac gently speaks. You look to the soft-featured man, nodding your head. You know that… You’ve always treasured Jac as a guardian, he’s one of the few to look at you on equal grounds.

“I know. I’m sorry if it felt like I jabbed at you. Could you all maybe explain to me what you’ve learned does or doesn’t work with these wards?”

“Of course… We’ll do as much as we can to help…”

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