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cherryc1nnam0n · 2 years

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can i please request a loki x insecure plus size reader?

Oh my gods! You read me like a book, I literally crave this all the time. I am a plus size person so I will reflect a lot on this.

Thanks for the request, remember they are open!

Beautiful | Plus Size!Reader x Loki

Summary: As a princess you live to high standards and surrounded by perfect bodies, feeling like you're not deserving of love, Loki shows you otherwise

Cw: Insecurity, fatphobia, dysmorphia, rude comments, rude mother, fluff, comfort, angst, body worship, slight innuendos, talks of sex and slight NSFW

"Princess Y/n, your mother is waiting for you in the dinning room." Your maid said as she snapped you out of your thoughts

"Oh, I'll be there shortly" You said to her with a small smile, the maid nodded and walked out of your room

You eventually stood up, ignoring the reflection on the mirror, the one that you always avoided because of your larger body and how you didn't seem to find yourself looking good in any dress you wore

"Ugh finally you appear young lady, I'm starving- don't serve her too much, she needs to cut calories" your mother said to the server, making him give you a way smaller portion

You sat down and stared at the food, the smell was amazing but you didn't want to eat, not after what your mother said

"Remember tomorrow we are traveling to Asgard, your sister has her engagement party and we have to be there, I prepared a dress for you, hopefully the corset will fit you tight" you huffed, looking down bashfully "What? It's the truth, no one will curt you if they see you like that"

At the end you didn't even eat anything, you felt too self conscious about your body and how as much as you tried, you couldn't lose weight, accepting the fate that your destiny was to die alone, fat and alone

The next day...

Travelling to Asgard was tiring enough, but listening to your perfect sister talk about her perfect fiance and his perfect physique was even more tiring, along with the horrible comments about your body from your mother was enough to make you wanna jump out the carriage

Finally at Asgard, you were taken inside the beautiful castle, it was all so elegant and magical

"Queen Rhoda, it's always a delight to have you here" Queen Frigga said to your mother, saluting her old friend as always, with a huge hug and a bright smile "Mory, good to see you again sweetie" She said to your sister, who after saying her greetings excused herself to go see Thor, of course she did "And you must be Y/n, dear you're so beautiful" you smiled at her, muttering a quick thank you at the kind queen "Let's get you to your rooms shall we? You must be exhausted"

While walking through the halls your mother and the queen were talking about the kingdoms and how things were going, you suddenly stopped walking when a male voice was heard, you peaked from behind the queen to see no other than the Dark Prince, Loki, God of Mischief himself, talking to his mother when his eyes travelled to you

"Who would this beautiful lady be, mother?"

"This is Princess Y/n, daughter of Queen Rhoda" you went to curtsey but he stopped you

"Please, no formalities, were both royalty"

You smiled at him and he had a mischievous grin on his face, something flashed in his eyes, you quickly looked away

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, your mother interrupted saying she needed to rest to you continued walking, looking back Loki was fixated on you, making you hide your body with your arms, not wanting him to look at you

The next day...

"No, no, no, suck in your stanch lady! Gosh you really don't want anyone to look at you don't you?!" Your mother snapped making the corset tighter around your figure, making tears almost fall your eyes

"I can't... Breathe..." You barely said

"Pain is beautiful my daughter, if only you were like your sister" she said before getting out of your room, leaving you feeling even worse than you did before

The night had been a torture, everyone celebrating the engagement of your sister with the future king of Asgard, your mother throwing looks at you and the dress, gods the dress was killing you, all you wanted was to rip it apart and go to your room and sleep, but no, you had to stay there receiving looks from people

And looks from someone else too, Prince Loki had been looking at you from afar, grinning at you everytime you looked his way, finally he approached you

"I must say you look exquisite tonight my lady" he said grabbing your hand, placing a kiss there

"Well, thank you my prince" you tried to retrieve your hand from his but he held it tight

"I must say the dress is beautiful but... I'd rather see it on my chambers floor" he said looking straight into your eyes, making you look away

"Prince Loki, I should go now"

"Why my dear? The night is young, so are we" he circled you, taking in your frame, quickly hugging your body you wanted to bury yourself into a hole "Don't be shy now, let me see you"

"I-I want to go..."

"Sure dear" he grabbed your hand and walked you to your mother and his mother "Mother, Queen Rhoda, if you excuse us, I would like to take Y/n to a walk around the palace"

Your mother gave you a look that you couldn't read, surprise? Amaze? Confusion? You didn't know

"Sure Prince Loki, I'm so glad you're taking a liking of my daughter, she doesn't attract many" your mother said casually, that hurt you even more

Your breath hitched and Loki heard it, smiling fakely at her he excused you both out, walking out the ballroom he spoke again

"How are you feeling princess?" You sighed, feeling like you might cry

"Awful, I want to dig a hole and cry there, I feel like a whale in a cute dress and I, you, I just-" a sob escaped your mouth, he turned to look at you, stopping your walk

"A whale? What are you talking about princess? You are beautiful" he kissed your forehead "And no one can tell you otherwise"

"But... I'm fat, greasy and no one will ever love like this" those were your mother's words towards you and your body

The truth was, she loves you yes, but since your father left for another woman, she became insecure, transmitting all that to you through the years, she was obsessed with having perfect daughters that would marry important princes and have perfect families and children

"Princess..." He brushed away your tears "You are beautiful, look at you, you are a princess, the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on, it would be a privilege to well, court you" he brushed your hair away from your face "If you let me, I will show you a new perspective on yourself, on your body, you deserve to be loved, to be ravished, to be fucked out of your senses until you forget your name" you gasped at his words "If you let me..." You closed your eyes and nodded, he gave another kiss to your forehead "Allow me to show you what love is like, what I can do to show you that love and make you feel it, you won't regret it, and after tonight, you'll belong to me and I'll take you away from your mother and you'll be happy"

"How do you...?"

"I am a god sweetheart, can't lie to me, I see through you, your insecurity comes from your mother and has to stop, come with me princess and I'll show you how loved you are"

You smiled at him, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes, nodding again he walked you to his chambers, were a long night of passion and love making awaited you... Along with so much love... More than you could ever imagine...

#loki marvel #loki imagine #loki odison x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x plus size reader #loki x you #loki friggason

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liminalmemories21 · 9 months

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023 assault, if that strikes you? (Or TK, lol)

Opening the loft door is an assault on his senses.

The music is turned up to 11, and he's vaguely impressed by the insulation in the walls because he hadn't heard it at all from down the hall. The couch and the table have been shoved back, and Luisa and Gabriela are attempting to teach TK how to do something that he's going to charitably call a salsa. Ana is leaning against the kitchen counter laughing, and Elian is jumping on the couch egging them all on.

Nobody noticed him opening the loft door, and he's not surprised, but TK turns, stumbling over his feet and Luisa's when he hears the loft door click closed. 'Baby!"

He takes a cautious step into the living room, leaning in automatically for a kiss when TK steps up and into him. "Hi." He nods at his sisters, and crouches to hug his niece and nephew, pouting dramatically at them. "You all decided to have a party without me?"

Ana makes a dismissive noise. "Your Tio Carlos is just worried what stories we've been telling Tio TK about him." Which is, to be fair, not entirely untrue.

Elian tugs on his shirt. "Nothing bad, Tio Carlos, I promise."

Luisa gives him a smirk which makes him side eye her with concern. He looks at TK who grins at the floor. "We made ropa vieja, and there's cinnamon ice cream and hot fudge sauce for dessert," TK offers.

"Oh, well if I'm getting dinner out of it, I suppose that's worth the loss of my dignity."

Ana comes over to hug him and kiss his cheek. "Glad that we are in agreement. It is so much easier when you don't try and argue with us."

"What," he asks, "did you do with your husbands, and can I go join them?"

Luisa shrugs. "And leave us here alone longer with your fiance? Your funeral, hermano."

TK tugs him in again. "They're out getting wine and some kind of fancy limeade, and avocados because we forgot them." He kisses the edge of Carlos's jaw and he can feel TK's lashes on his cheek, and TK's voice just loud enough for Carlos to hear, "love you babe, and your sisters didn't tell me anything bad, they love you too."

He gives TK a narrow look, and then the song changes and he steps away from TK to offer Gabriela his hand. "Can I interest you in dancing with someone who doesn't step on your feet?"

TK's outraged "Hey!" blends with Gabriela's giggle, and the beat of the song and Ana and Luisa's laughter. They're not sounds he ever expected to hear in his house, and he blows kisses at his sisters and mouths 'love you' at TK as he spins Gabriela.

#writing prompt #word - assault #911 lonestar

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Could you do merlin headcanons for a scenario where reader has to go visit family far away and doesn't know how to ride a horse, so sir elyan is tasked with taking her, aka the classic trope-- there was only one horse.

𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW (this will all be sfw, Elyan wouldn’t make a move on you until you were together.)

⭑ As a good friend of the King’s fiance, you were always protected. Guinevere loved your company and never wanted you harmed or in danger.

⭑ But your sister was getting married to a man who lived a few kingdoms away. And Guinevere didn’t want you traveling alone.

⭑ You said you would be fine, but with the threat of Morgana, anyone from Camelot wasn’t safe outside its walls (and sometimes, in them.)

⭑ Guinevere suggested Elyan, since she knew something you didn’t ...

⭑ You woke from bed with a yawn, your stomach slightly churning with nerves.

⭑ A light travel bag sat ready in the corner of your room, since you had packed eagerly as soon as you heard of your sister’s news.

⭑ But it wasn’t just the journey ahead that had you nervous. It was the fact that you didn’t know how to ride horseback. Whenever you travelled, it was with a horse and cart, a few others with you as well.

⭑ You left just as the sun rose, wanting to get to your sister as quickly as possible.

⭑ Guinevere woke to see the two of you off, a smile on her lips but a firm warning.

“Keep safe, and come back whole.” She smiled at you and gave her brother a stern look.

⭑Somehow your fears had been avoided because there had only been one horse waiting with Guinevere and Elyan.

⭑ Elyan looked regal as he hooked a foot and swung himself onto a brown horse. His hand flung out towards you, helping you hoist yourself onto the horse’s back.

⭑ You sat behind Elyan, a firm around his waist.

⭑ You turned to see Guinevere waving, a curious look on her face. Shrugging it off, you turned to see Camelot flash before your eyes.

⭑ The weather was cold, even in the sun it felt like your goosebumps would never disappear. Even while holding onto Elyan’s waist, his body heat wasn’t warm enough.

⭑ You had been riding all day, and when the sky started to darken, Elyan said it was time to rest. Relief flooded your body; horseback riding was much more difficult than everyone let on.

“I’ll start the fire, can you find some branches?” Elyan had unpacked your bed rolls and tied the brown horse to a nearby tree.

The fire was warm, and you couldn’t stop rotating like a pig on a stick.

“Cold, aye?” Elyan smirked at you, his eyes reflecting the firelight.

“Very,” you responded, too tired for anything witty to spur.

⭑ He patted the bed beside him

⭑ And you sat

⭑ He wrapped a blanket around your shoulder, “You’re safe with me y/n,” Elyan whispered after a while.

“I know,” you replied, moving closer to him

⭑ You both sat like that for a while, watching the flames flicker and dance. You were warming by the minute.

⭑ “Are you excited about the wedding?” Elyan asked casually, moving to the flask of water.

“I am actually, I haven’t seen my sister in a year.” The conversation wasn’t a forced one. You felt comfortable in each other’s presence. Like you had known one another for years. When really, you knew Elyan for only a few months.

⭑ The stars shone overhead, they twinkled and looked almost as if they were winking.

⭑ Elyan pointed out constellations. showing you figurations that you didn’t know existed.

⭑ Exhaustion soon took hold, and your eyelids couldn’t hold themselves open any longer.

Your bedroll lay empty.

⭑ Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed, and a body lay against you, firm and warm.

⭑ Your eyes fluttered open to see an arm tucked underneath your own. A hand interlaced with yours. A blush bloomed on your cheeks.

⭑ “Elyan,” you whispered, not quite knowing what to do.

“Mmmmm?”

“I think we should get going,” you slide from him. Trying not to show your red face.

⭑ The journey was only another day’s ride. And Elyan kept the same pace as the day before.

⭑ It wasn’t until you reached the familiar woods that your stomach started to flip in anticipation.

⭑ “I’ll be back when you send a raven,” Elyan stated. He had made conversation on the way, the same as yesterday. And the night’s events didn’t seem to affect him.

⭑ “Oh-” you felt a bit disappointed.

“I mean... you could stay?”

#sir elyan #bbc merlin #bbc merlin headcanons #bbc merlin x reader #sir elyan x reader #sir elyan headcanons #headcanons #would include #sir gwaine #sir leon #gwaine #knights of the round table #camelot

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lia-kim7 · 4 months

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Navaratri-1

It was just a normal day in South Korea oh

Hi I forgot to introduce myself hi am yn jeon I have married jeon jungkook it's been 2 years since our marriage am an Indian girl ok back to story

Yn pov

It's September as being Indian we all love Navaratri so this time I decided to celebrate it in India. Also my bestie Bella is coming india so it's gonna be fun our flight in two days on 16th September and Bella's flight is on 20th we are goin early because it's been a year since I have gone there so.

Time skip

Finally we have landed in Indian it was tiring I was looking around when I felt a muscular arm around my waist I was about punch whoever it has but I recognise the smell it was jungkook he back hugged me and told "let's go home or u just wanna stand here" then I realised that I have been zoned out for five minutes " ok ok let's go my brother would be waiting " I said jungkook took our luggage nd now we were hading out soon we saw my brother standing in distance with my sister in law he saw me and had a cute smile on his face I quickly ran toward him and hug him I missed him so much "I still want to live yeah leave me " I let go the hug and pinch him on his arm " ahhh yeah u we're hugging me so tight that I can't even breathe " he said I laughed then hugged my sister in law

Time skip

After getting home it was already late so we slept

Next morning

I woke up early as it is my habit to

I go the bathroom and did my morning routine then I go to downstairs then I heard some sound from kitchen I go there and saw my mom cooking breakfast for all of us with my aunt

I go there and hugged her from back she Flinched lil bit " go and tell everyone that breakfast is ready" my mom said I then go to my dads room I saw him sitting in balcony reading newspaper I go there and told him to get downstairs I was about to go but then i was suddenly pulled on the bed I was on jungkook he was about to kiss me then we suddenly heard knock I can see that how pissed jungkook of this 😂 I just chuckled lightly soon I stood up open the door just see my bro with annoying face too "mom told u call everyone downstairs " he said with cute anger on his face then we went downstairs and then had breakfast

Time skip on 20th September

Finally I am as going to meet my bestie after 7 years

Right now we walking to waiting area it was me ,jungkook and Bella's mom . Jungkook was happy that he finally got some time alone in the Indian household 😂

We were waiting when we saw the familiar face then we realised that it was Bella I quickly ran to her and hug her so tight I missed her so much. Then we let go the hug and I meet harry ,Bella's Fiance they are engaged. After lil talk we all got home and yes we all live in same house getting home we were greeted with chocolate's

Lately I have so much weird types of carving

And also morning sickness I think it's because of change in the atmosphere🤷🏻‍♀️.

Time skip evening

We all were talking and the best part was there were also our old bestie's and our cousin while talking we Decided to play td(truth dare) after few rounds it finally landed on jungkook I was a bit worried as my friends are worst u know what I mean 😭 he took truth and 😮‍💨 it was easy

Time skip ( 😮‍💨 ur Author is too lazy ) sorry

Finallyyyyyyyy it was Navaratri

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Late updates sorry for grammar mistakes

#bts army #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts #indian #fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook indian ff

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helplesslyblue77 · 1 year

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Your Smile is the Sunrise, It Warms my Heart

Chapter 1: How it Began...

“WHAT?”

The shrill shriek pierced the air and you winced, yanking the phone away from your ear. Emma really was so loud.

“Emma!” you giggled “not so loud! You're gonna bust my eardrums”.

‘Sorry” she whispered, not sounding sorry at all, “I just can't believe you didn't tell me! This is big news.” you could hear her pouting over the phone.

“How dArE you forget to tell your BEST FRIEND…” she paused for dramatic effect. “That your dad is getting remarried and you're moving in with your seven brothers!!”

You sighed, kitten heels clicking on the sidewalk. “I know, I'm sorry Emma, it's just big news and I kind of forgot to tell you.”

You heard her indignant ‘Humph’ across the phone line. “Fine.” she huffed, “But after you meet them you better tell me all about it.” you smiled “Yes, Emma.” you groaned, stopping as you reached your destination.

“I'm here, I gotta go.” Emma voiced her goodbyes and you hung up, turning to the large modern mansion in front of you.

Truth be told you could really use her around for moral support you thought to yourself, clutching your purse tighter in your hand.

Emma was one of your very best friends.

You'd met in elementary school when you had been put in a group project back in the states and stuck together ever since. Your other friend Jùn Dé had joined you in eighth grade and the three of you had been inseparable ever since.

You were an odd combo, Emma with her pink hair and quintessential Korean pretty girl looks, A-Jùn with his shoulder-length auburn hair and a new girl hanging off his arm every week, and you, the loud but easily flustered girl from the states.

The three of you had made quite the picture all through high school.

You could really use one of them with you now, you thought to yourself. But alas, it was not to be, Emma caught up in a project for her Drama class and A-Jùn in his hometown for a family reunion. He groaned and moaned about it two, begging you to come with him, but had been dragged away by his brother, barely holding back from kicking and screaming.

So here you were. All alone. In front of your new house. About to meet your new brothers.

You felt like cursing your dad, too busy with his Fiance on their Cruze of the Mediterranean to bother introducing you. He had apologized, and you understood why, they were newly engaged and wanted to spend time together, but you couldn't help resenting him a little.

Steeling yourself and pulling back your shoulders, you opened the gate, and marched up the front walkway, pressing the doorbell.

While waiting you took a moment to admire the perfectly trimmed gardens. The rows of pink roses, yellow daffodils, and purple lavender painted a stunning picture. The large white fountain, a statue of Venus in the center, water erupting from her hands. You let yourself relax, this place was beautiful and so, so peaceful.

You were jolted out of your musings by the sound of a throat being cleared and you startled, face on fire, turning back to the door.

“You must be our new sister.” you nodded. “I'm Name,” you said, trying to keep your voice under control.

This was so embarrassing, your new brother had caught you daydreaming and on top of that, he was handsome. So handsome.

You blushed. “Nice to meet you, Name,” he said, once again pulling you out of your embarrassing thoughts. “Im Seokjin, the eldest.” he smiled at you kindly and you thought you might melt into a puddle right then and there.

“It's nice to meet you.” you managed. You needed to get yourself under control! It didn't matter how handsome your new brother was, he was off-limits.

They all were.

With this sobering thought, you smiled right back at him and followed him as he stepped aside, showing you into the house.

The house was large, with art pieces hanging along the walls and large vases of those beautiful flowers you spotted outside on each table. As you walked into the living room you noticed a grand piano in the corner and you almost squealed.

A grand Piano! And a concert-style one too! Your inner pianist was squealing in delight and you turned excitedly to your new brother.

“Is that a concert piano? Can I play it? Is it in tune?” you babbled out, eyes sparkling with excitement. Seokjin smiled, charmed by your enthusiasm. “You play piano?” he asked.

You nodded, “yes, I've played for a while now. Since I was 14.” he smiled again, “You’ll have to ask Yoongi, it's his.” he responded, ruffling your hair. You nodded, storing the information away for later.

A concert Piano! A Big House, and a handsome older brother!! You certainly were winning in life, Emma would have a field day.

Seokjin grinned. Your enthusiasm was adorable, he certainly was lucky to have such a cute younger sister.

“Your room is this way,” he said, leading you up the stairs and into a long hallway.

“We all room on this floor. This one is mine, Taehyung and Jimin are next. You're between Yoongi and Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoesok at the end.” he gestured to your room.

“All the rooms have nameplates on them, so it's pretty easy to tell whose is whose.” you looked up at him.

“Are the others here yet?’ he shook his head, leading you to your own bedroom and opening the door. “Jimin and Hoesok are both at part-time jobs, Yoongi’s napping in his room, Namjoon and Taehyung are both out grocery shopping and Jungkook had a school function he had to go to.”

You stepped into your room and your jaw dropped.

It was huge! Way bigger than your old room. Large floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with light blue drapes and a huge king bed.

A door attached led to another room and you opened it, practically screaming when you saw the large walk-in closet. “Is the room ok?” you turned to Seokjin. “Oh, it's perfect!” you said, excitement scrawled all across your face.

Seokjin grinned happily. “I'm glad you like it. The bathroom is down the hallway. Unfortunately, we only have one on this floor, so I hope you don't mind sharing.” you nodded excitedly barely hearing his words as you rushed over to peer out the windows, into the garden below.

“Take your time to unpack and explore a little.” Seokjin left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

❀❀❀

It took no time at all to unpack your purse and small overnight bag and as soon as you were finished you headed downstairs.

Your plan was to go back to your apartment in a few days when A-Sang came back to pick up the rest of your boxes and fully move in by the end of the week. He had offered to help you and you desperately needed it.

You owned way too many clothes.

You followed the sounds of voices to the kitchen and froze. Seokjin noticed you and smiled, waving you over.

“Name, this is Namjoon and Taehyung.” You walked over, ignoring how handsome your new brothers were, and smiled at them.

“It's nice to meet you.” you started.

Before you could continue you were enveloped by the smell of flowers as 178 centimeters of cute boy embraced you in his arms. “Taeyhyung,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

“Nice to meet you, Noona.” You squeaked and hugged him back, hiding your red face in his tee shirt.

“Nice to meet you too,” you said. You liked to think you were immune to pretty people.

You were pretty enough and had attracted a lot of staring. Emma was drop-dead gorgeous and A-Sang was a delicate type of sexy. You had thought you were immune. But this day was very quickly proving you wrong.

If the rest of your brothers were this handsome you were in trouble. You needed to get a hold of yourself.

Pulling your head away from Taehyung’s shoulder, you smiled at the other one, standing awkwardly by the door, rubbing the back of his neck. “You must be Namjoon, it's nice to meet you.” he grinned at you, shaking the offered hand. “Nice to meet you, Name.”

He seemed pleasant. Grinning at you in a friendly way as he shook your hand firmly. His hand was big, much larger than your own, and enveloped yours.

Jin spoke suddenly, shocking you out of your daze. “Tae, Namjoon, go put the groceries away.” Taehyung reluctantly pulled himself off your back and picked up the groceries, following Namjoon into the pantry.

Seokjin smiled at you apologetically, “I'm sorry about Taehyung, he is pretty touchy when he's sleepy.” You shook your head, smiling back. “Oh, it's no problem, Seokjin. I appreciate how welcoming you all have been.”

“It's no problem, and by the way,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “You can call me Jin-Oppa if you want.” He could feel the tips of his ears burning. You blushed a little, “Ok Jin-Oppa, is there anything I can help with?”

Jin grinned, grateful for an escape, and nodded, “I'd love it if you could help with dinner.” he said, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Can you start the rice?”

You nodded and followed him into the kitchen, taking a few deep breaths to calm your red face.

❀❀❀

By the time you and Jin had finished dinner, it was already 6:30. You heard the door slam open and Jin smirked

“Sounds like Jungkook” he said, setting out the places. “Our youngest, he's still in University.”

“What school does he go to?” you asked, “-------- University.” you smile. “Oh, I knew that name sounded familiar. We go to the same university!”

Jin looks at you in surprise, “We have a shared class as well, English.”

You look up as you hear footsteps, eyes landing on the familiar figure of Jungkook. You smile, giving him a little wave.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

Jungkook freezes, staring at you, his face flushing an embarrassing red.

“Name.” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “what are you doing here.”

You smile at him, “Surprise!” you exclaim thoroughly cheered up by the sight of a friendly face, “I'm your new step-sister!”

Jungkook stares at you, mouth open, before he abruptly turns, running back upstairs. You frown, feeling a little hurt.

Noticing your expression, Jin just shakes his head. “I'm sure he was just surprised, Name.” You nodded, “yeah, of course.” going back to setting the table. It was bound to be just as confusing for them as it was for you. You were so grateful to Jin and the others for being so kind and welcoming. You hoped the other brothers could eventually accept you as family, Jungkook as well.

The opening notes of Pretty Woman blasted from your pocket and you jumped, smiling nervously at Jin. “Sorry it's my friend.” he nodded at you and whispered a soft, “Dinners in twenty minutes”.

You gave him a thumbs up and slipped out of the kitchen into the living room, collapsing on the sofa.

As soon as you picked up the phone, Emma’s excited voice reached your eardrums.

“Name, How did it go? Did you meet your brothers? Are they hot? Are they nice?”

You laughed, cutting her off.

“Hello, Emma, nice to talk to you again.”

She huffed impatiently.

“Yes Emma, I met my brothers.” you started switching to Mandarin.

“They're all very nice. And unfortunately, the ones I've met are very handsome,” you admitted, hoping none of the boys spoke Mandarin.

You couldn't use English, you knew Namjoon spoke it fluently. It was at times like this you thanked your father for forcing you to learn Korean and Mandarin when you were yonger, your native language English.

“They have all been very welcoming.” you switched back to Korean. “And my bedroom is huge bro!”

She giggled, “girl you better invite me over STAT, I need to see those handsome brothers of yours.”

“Shush!” you hissed at her through the phone.

She laughed at you. “Anyway, A-Jùn just called me. He said he's getting back tonight. He should call you soon.”

“Done with the reunion already?” you asked.

A-Sang’s relatives were sticky and you doubted they would let him go early.

“Yeah, I couldn't believe it either.” Emma responded, “He didn't tell me why though, something about family drama.” you nodded, you should probably expect a call later that evening.

“Emma, call me on face-time, and I'll give you a tour of the room.” Emma’s shriek of delight followed you as you ran up the stairs.

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harmonyverendez · 1 year

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The Other Bridgerton - Chapter 2

“ My dearest readers, have you all know that the Queen has chosen her new diamond for this season? And her name is Edwina. Can this new diamond handle the heat or will she crumble? Only one way to find out - ”

Lady Whistledown, Publishing company.

Harmony Bridgerton looked away from the papers and sighed. It was cruel really, how this author publish about people's problems and just be okay with it?.

The chestnut female stood up, her personal guard leaned down to whisper in her ear. “ Would you like me to throw it away ma'am?”.

The chestnut female shakes her head. “ No, I shall read it privately”. Standing to her feet Harmony leaves the family room and resorts to her chamber.

Later that night as everyone was preparing for Slumber, Harmony was in her bed. Alone and lost, her heart was aching. She wanted her Adam so badly, but he was so far away.

Tears sprinkled behind her eyes, as she watched the moon shined it's beautiful. Light shining down on earth.

The chestnut female placed her hand over her heart and whimpered. Time felt like it was slowing down. She never knew love felt like this, she never foreknows love to feel this strong. And it hurts so bad to be away from her love.

As Harmony's soft curls hit the soft pillow, she sighed and closed her eyes preparing for slumber.

But a soft noise hits her window, startled she sits up and looks alarmed around her room. After a few seconds she stood up and walked over to the window.

At first, she saw nothing and prepared to leave but a soft voice stopped her. Looking over her glass window, she tried to see and couldn't see anything but darkness. Growing tired of seeing nothing, she opens the window and peaks over the edge.

Her nearly shattered.

Adam.

He was here.

He was standing outside her window.

But how?

How did he know where she and her family lived?

She gently climbs on the window and climbs over the other side, and climbs down the ladder.

Once she was down, she could see her beautiful lover in front of her. And oh my he was so beautiful.

“ Adam!” she squealed softly.

Adam walks over and embraces her gently. Harmony melted and started crying, it has been months since she has last seen him. He smelt like home, his skin was warm and she felt safe and protected.

She nuzzled him softly and whined as he kissed the side of her head softly. “ Oh, Harmony. I miss you so”.

She looked up and her brown hair shined in the moonlight, as her luscious lips, thick eyelashes, brown eyes, and pale skin. She was truly a sight.

Adam traced her lips then with his finger, both shivering and gazing softly into each other's eyes.

“ Can I kiss you?”.

Those words felt like home, Harmony nodded.

“ Yes you may, my lord ”.

And he pressed his lips softly against hers.

Later that week, more news about Whistledown has been leaking news about everything.

And some were terrible and some were excellent as well. Harmony was currently walking the pathway of their home. After Anthony married Kate, things have been a little different.

The chestnut female sighed and rubbed her arms gently. Looking out the window, she watched her family with Anthony and his newlywed wife, Kate.

She looked away and felt pain, Adam and she have been seeing each other secretly and her family has no idea who he is.

I mean she could just go up and say “ Hey, mama. I have a fiance and we are to be married soon”.

And besides, it has been 8 months since it has happened and they were ready to be married.

Soon.

Harmony caught her sister Eloise's face.

The brunette hasn't been talking to her friend Penelope since it has been revealed that she is Lady Whistldown.

Which was stupid if you ask her.

The young teen conspicuous asking for her help, and no one noticed or even cared.

Moving away from the window, she walks over to her chair and sits down and begins to write.

| I know we haven't seen each other in a while. And it sucks, because my family doesn't know about us.

And no I'm not afraid to show you off or tell them about you. It is just that we are high class.... And you are you know... Poor and I don't know how they will handle it.

But I will tell them soon though. It get painful to be away from you. I miss you so much.

I hate being away from you.

I'll see you soon.

xoxo Harmony B. |

The chestnut female puts down her pen, and folds the paper, and places it in the envelope.

She sent her personal guard away to deliver the letter, and leaned back in her seat with a smile.

Tomorrow she will finally tell her family about her Betrothed and hope they come to love Adam, as she did.

Standing up, she walked over to her bed and sits down. Reaching over she examines the letter again and smiled.

' Soon ' she thought.

Soon.

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msmercury84 · 2 years

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"I Double Dare You" "Paris Part 2: Is Leigh On Her Way to Stardom?"

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*Author's Note: My depiction of Bill Guarnere is solely based on the actor's portrayal in the movie. Special thanks to alluring moonlight babe for an excellent idea that I'm using in this story.*

When Leigh arrived for rehearsal the next day, it didn't take the Andrews Sisters long to notice the engagement ring glistening on Spencer's finger. The women hugged and congratulated her. Maxine said,

"How about we include this in tonight's show? It's going on the radio and your friends and relatives can hear the good news." Spencer thought it was a wonderful idea. Laverne Andrews told Leigh,

"Let's really celebrate in style. We're going to make sure Bill gets a front row seat and both of you will get the V.I.P. treatment. Leigh, we're getting a chauffeur driven limousine to bring you here instead of the cab you usually take. The same driver and car will bring your handsome fiance to the show." Spencer was surprised,

"I can't thank you ladies enough for making this special occasion even more special. Your generosity is boundless and I appreciate it." Patti Andrews asked her sisters and Leigh,

"How about we announce the engagement and then have our bride to be come onstage and sing " Busy as A Bee" then we go right into "Apple Blossom Time" and sing that song to the happy couple?" Her idea was quickly approved. Maxine Andrews asked Spencer,

"What do you think of singing that song to your fiance? Do you think he would object to being onstage?"

"Bill would love it. As you know, we both adore your music."

"Consider it done." Leigh and the famous trio started their rehearsal. Spencer was eager to see Guarnere's reaction to being onstage.

The show would be recorded live and played on the radio the following evening in the United States due to the difference in time zones.

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Leigh was waiting for the concierge to call and inform her that the driver was waiting by the front entrance.

"The Andrews Sisters are going all out for us tonight. I'm going in a limo to the theater. You will be picked up by the same driver when it's close to the time for our show to begin. A front row seat is reserved in your name." Bill grinned,

"Who'd believe that ol' Guarnere would get to ride in a fancy car wit' a driver? Baby, I'm really lookin' forward to this show.

Tomorrow night, the entire United States will hear you singin' on the radio." Spencer was starting to get nervous about performing.

"I know you mean well, Bill, but I wish you hadn't mentioned the radio broadcast. Honey, I'm nervous and a little bit scared." Guarnere wrapped his arms around Leigh,

"Sweetheart, I know you can do this. Like I told ya back in Aldebourne, ain't nothin' wrong wit' bein' nervous. Just turn your fear into the best goddamn performance o' your life. I know that you're gonna be a big hit tonight. Ol' Guarnere ain't never wrong." Bill gave her a tender kiss, adding,

"I believe in you an' I love ya, Leigh." Spencer returned the kiss,

"Thanks for the pep talk and thanks for believing in me. I love you, too, Bill. I think I'll do what I did before the USO competition and pretend I'm singing to you and you alone." He smiled,

"Now you're cookin' wit' gas. I need to shave an' put on my dress uniform. If the car comes for ya while I'm gettin' ready, I'll see ya at the show."

"You'll get a call when the driver is here. I'm looking forward to seeing a certain handsome paratrooper in the front row." Guarnere kissed Leigh,

"Baby, I wouldn't miss this show for anythin'." The telephone rang and Spencer answered. She thanked the concierge and ended the call.

"The driver is waiting, so I'll see you at the show, Honey." She picked up her purse.

"You're gonna be great tonight, Sweetheart. I'd better get movin'." Guarnere left the room and Spencer put on a tailored charcoal gray wool coat. The coat had dark gray buttons accented with tiny flecks of gold coloring. She left the suite, heading for the front entrance of the hotel.

The driver saw Leigh exiting the hotel and he got out of the limousine and went around the car to open the rear passenger door. She thanked the driver and got into the limo and the driver took her to the theater.

Once Spencer arrived at the stage door, she went into her dressing room. The Andrews Sisters had three hairdressers on the payroll and they brought along an extra hairdresser for Leigh.

Spencer was extremely impressed with the skill of the woman styling her hair. Leigh's hair had been extra curly and frizzy due to light snow and a bit of elevated humidity. When the stylist used a curling iron to smooth the excessive curls, her hair looked silky.

Leigh thanked the hairdresser and the woman departed the dressing room. Spencer opened a garment bag and removed the dress that was custom made by the Andrews Sisters' costume designer.

The dress was made of lightweight red velvet covered with dyed to match red handmade lace. It had capped sleeves and a flared skirt. The bodice and sleeves had crystals the size of rhinestones strategically placed to reflect the stage lights. Spencer was pleased that the neckline of her dress would showcase the angel necklace.

Since Leigh was already wearing her bra and panties, she put on her garter belt and stockings, the girdle she detested and a slip. Spencer added open toed black high heeled shoes with narrow straps that fastened around her ankles.

She sat at the dressing table and carefully applied a hint of rouge, powder, eyeliner, a touch of eyebrow pencil, mascara, a new shade of lipstick that matched her dress and nail polish that matched her lipstick.

Meanwhile, Bill had shaved. He put on his dress uniform, ensuring that his Jump Wings, Silver Star ribbon and Combat Infantryman Badge on the left front of his uniform jacket and the Presidential Army Unit Citation with one oak leaf cluster on the right front of his jacket were on straight. A valet from the hotel delivered Guarnere's Corcoran boots that were polished to perfection.

Soon, the telephone rang and Bill went downstairs to the lobby and met the driver of the limousine who opened the door for Guarnere. Bill thanked him and they departed for the theater. He had time to enjoy a cigarette during his ride through the streets of Paris.

Guarnere stopped by the ticket office of the theater and he picked up his ticket for a seat at the end of the center aisle of the first row. Bill noticed that the theater was filled with servicemen and a few civilians.

The prospect of attending a live performance by his favorite group was exciting in and of itself for Bill. Knowing that his fiancee was performing in the show alongside the famous trio made him feel proud and elated. The fact that Leigh would be heard by most of the United States the next evening was icing on the cake, as far as Bill was concerned.

A radio announcer with a microphone and recording equipment was in the wings of the theater's backstage area. A few technicians were on hand to ensure that the radio program was successfully recorded.

Backstage, a messenger knocked on the door of Leigh's dressing room. She opened the door and smiled when she saw a small white box in the man's hands. Spencer thanked him, gave him a tip and closed the door.

She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Leigh took out a corsage of three white Sweetheart Roses with rose leaves and a delicate, thin, gold colored bow. Spencer smiled as she read the card,

"Baby, you will be a star tonight. You can do this. All my love, Bill." She carefully pinned the corsage to her dress.

Guarnere went to the main desk the day before while Spencer was at rehearsal. He found a helpful older man who exchanged Bill's American currency for French currency, saving Guarnere the hassle of going to a bank.

The concierge helped Bill place the order with a florist, who told him that white roses would show up better on a red dress. Bill thanked the man for his help and left a generous tip.

Leigh and the Andrews Sisters did some vocal exercises to warm up before the show. The sisters wore their trademark military inspired uniforms and hats. Patti looked through a small opening in the curtain and she told the other women,

"We have a packed house tonight, girls." Leigh took a look through the opening of the curtain and smiled when she saw Bill. Knowing he was in the audience made her feel more at ease.

The emcee walked onstage. Standing before one of the microphones on the stage, he said,

"Servicemen, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the concert. We're recording live tonight and the broadcast will be played on CBS radio in the states tomorrow night.

This evening, our show will be transmitted live for all servicemen and women who are here in Europe. Our servicemen and women in the Pacific Theater will have this show on the radio tomorrow night.

Please allow me to introduce the best female singing group in the world, the Andrews Sisters and Leigh Spencer, a USO singer chosen to perform with them.

The curtain was raised and the four singers walked onstage. Each woman took her place in front of a microphone. Bill had a big smile on his face as he saw Leigh with the corsage pinned on her dress.

Maxine told the military personnel in the audience,

"We're honored to perform for the men and women who are serving our country. Since we're broadcasting to military bases here in Europe, I'm going to ask our special guest performer if she would like to say a few words to some folks she knows.

Besides performing for the USO, Leigh Spencer is serving our country as a WAAC." The audience applauded for Spencer.

"I'd like to say hello to the finest bunch of paratroopers in service, the men of Easy Company, the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division. I've been a Clerical WAAC for the offices of the 506th since 1942. This regiment has an excellent captain and former CO, Captain Richard Winters and the finest Colonel, Robert Sink."

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Back at the Army base in Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Bull, Melissa and Colonel Sink were in the mess hall listening to the broadcast. They were very pleased to hear themselves mentioned on the radio. Winters had a grin on his face when he heard his name mentioned and the usually stern Sink was smiling.

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The show began with the Andrews Sisters and Leigh performing the sisters' biggest hits. Spencer felt at home onstage once she started singing and she was determined to give her finest performance. Bill thought,

"This is the best singin' I've heard from Leigh. She's goin' all out tonight!" Midway through the show, Laverne Andrews told the audience,

"We have some happy news about our very talented guest singer. Leigh Spencer got engaged last night to the man she met at Camp Toccoa, Georgia, Staff Sergeant Bill Guarnere."

When the men of Easy Company, Captain Winters, Colonel Sink, Bull and Melissa heard this on the radio, they applauded and cheered. The audience in the theater applauded. Andrews said,

"We would like to have Staff Sergeant Guarnere join us onstage. How about it, Bill?" Guarnere had a beaming smile on his face as he walked up the steps leading to the stage. An assistant backstage brought a chair out for him. Bill sat down and he winked at Leigh. Maxine said,

"Leigh is going to sing for you and then we're going to sing a number for you and your bride to be." The big band orchestra played the lengthy introduction to "Busy as A Bee" and Spencer moved the microphone so she could be facing Bill and she began to sing,

"Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Buzzin' the neighbors and breakin' the news.

Babblin' like a brook, I'm bab, bab, babblin'

Gather together the rice and old shoes.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Spreading the wedding all over the town.

Bidding all the boys a big, big bye-bye,

Me and my honey are settlin' down.

Oh, you've put a certain sound in my heart.

It's sweet music that I hear.

With you buzzin' all around in my heart

I know heaven is near.

We've got everybody and his cousin

Talkin' it over and makin' a fuss.

Busy as a bee, I'm buzz, buzz, buzzin'

Happy, so happy it happened to us."

Bill and the audience applauded loudly. Leigh walked over to stand beside Guarnere. He gently pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. The sisters began the song,

"I'll be with you in apple blossom time. On the day that I change your name to mine.

One day in May, I'll come and say,

Happy the bride that the sun shines on today.

What a wonderful wedding there will be.

What a wonderful day for you and me.

Church bells will chime.

You will be mine in apple blossom time."

There was an instrumental and Patti Andrews repeated the verses of the song again. Bill and Leigh were smiling throughout the song. The announcer said,

"The sergeant has his fiancee sitting on his lap and he has his arms around her. They appear to be very much in love." Guarnere and Spencer joined the audience in applauding when the song was finished. Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss before returning to his seat with a smile on his face and a bit of red lipstick on his lips.

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At the Army base Mess Hall, the Easy Company men applauded for Leigh after she sang. They were surprised when Bill joined the Andrews Sisters onstage. George Luz grinned,

"You know that Wild Bill is just eating this up with a spoon. That lucky bastard!" The men agreed with Luz. Buck Compton remarked,

"It's a nice touch for the Andrews Sisters to sing to Bill and Leigh. Boys, the announcer is telling us something we've known for a long time about them being 'very much in love.'" George Luz chimed in,

"Next thing you know, the announcer will tell us another amazing fact, that water is wet." The men laughed as the radio announcer commented,

"The sergeant just returned to his seat with some of his fiancee's lipstick remaining on his lips."

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When Bill took his seat, an Army serviceman tapped him on the shoulder,

"Buddy, you've got lipstick on your lips. Congratulations on your engagement." Guarnere thanked him and removed the lipstick with his handkerchief. Maxine Andrews said,

"Our guest singer is called The Songbird of the 506th and the following song is her signature number. Here's Leigh Spencer singing " Stuff Like That There."

The audience members were on their feet, clapping along with the music. Spencer got a standing ovation and had to do three curtain calls before the show could continue. Bill felt a moment of sadness when he thought,

"I wish Henry could've heard this show." Guarnere missed his brother and was still mourning his loss. Bill's mood lifted when he imagined the reaction his mother would have when she heard Leigh singing on the radio and learning that Bill was included in the show.

"The whole neighborhood will hear her yellin'. Hell, I'll probably hear her all the way across the ocean!"

Before doing the final number, Leigh went to her dressing room to change into her WAAC uniform. When the Andrews Sisters' manager contacted the Commander of the WAACs in Iowa to ask if Leigh could perform in her uniform, he was told that the dignity of the uniform might be compromised if it would be worn as a costume.

The agent assured the commander that the uniform and the WAACs would be honored. Permission was granted and Leigh was permitted to wear her hair down for the songs in which she would appear in her uniform.

While the Andrews Sisters sang a song, Leigh got into her uniform and pinned her corsage on the lapel of her jacket. Maxine Andrews told the audience,

"For our last number, we wanted our guest to wear her uniform so we could dress alike, more or less. Leigh, come on out and help us with this number."

The audience applauded as Spencer walked out in her uniform. Laverne Andrews looked at the stripes on Leigh's jacket sleeves,

"Girls, we're outranked. We'd better ask Sergeant Spencer if she would like to perform with us." Sergeant Spencer told them that she would love to sing with them.

They began their biggest hit, "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy." The audience clapped in rhythm with their singing. The sisters and Leigh did a complicated dance routine, making it look effortless.

The audience gave them a standing ovation. Patti Andrews thanked the audience,

"How can we refuse such a nice group of people?" She asked her sisters and Leigh,

"Ready girls?" They answered,

"Yes" in unison. Their encore number was another upbeat favorite, "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree." This time, the audience stood up and clapped their hands in time with the music. The song received a tremendous amount of applause.

Laverne Andrews thanked the audience, asking them,

"Would you like to hear another number from our guest singer?" The applause was very loud.

"Here's Leigh with 'Thanks for the Boogie Ride." The sisters left the stage and the band leader stood at a microphone. He would sing with Spencer. The upbeat song brought a loud, lengthy round of applause.

The sisters returned onstage and thanked the audience for a wonderful evening. Maxine Andrews asked,

"How about a hand for the very talented bride to be, Leigh Spencer." To Leigh's surprise, the audience, including Bill, gave her a standing ovation, applauding loudly. She had a beaming smile on her face as she looked at the audience. The radio announcer reported,

"The audience is giving Miss Spencer a standing ovation." In Holland, the Easy Company men, Winters, Sink, Bull and Melissa were applauding and cheering.The colonel remarked,

"That girl is extremely talented and she's honored the 506th tonight." George Luz had a huge smile on his face as he said,

"Leigh is one hell of a singer! This couldn't have happened to a nicer person." Dick Winters grinned, commenting,

"Would you believe that Leigh asked me if I thought she was good enough to audition for the USO job?"

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The show had ended and as the audience began to file out of the theater, Bill was getting ready to go outside to wait for Leigh by the stage door. Laverne Andrews saw him,

"Come on backstage, Bill. There's no need for you to go outside." Guarnere thanked her,

"You and your sisters were somethin' else tonight. I really enjoyed the show." Andrews thanked him,

"Your fiancee was phenomenal, Bill." Guarnere grinned and replied as he walked up the steps leading to the stage,

"Excuse my language, Miss Andrews, my baby done one hell of an amazin' job!" Once he was on the stage, Laverne showed him where Spencer's dressing room was located.

Bill thanked her. He noticed that the door was open. Guarnere walked into the room, embracing and kissing Leigh.

"Honey, you done the best singin' I've ever heard ya do! I'm so goddamned proud of ya!"

"Thanks, Bill." Guarnere heard approaching footsteps and turned around. Maxine Andrews told a man with a large camera,

"She's in here." Andrews told Guarnere and Leigh,

"This gentleman is from the Paris newspaper. He doesn't speak English and he wants a picture of you and Leigh." Spencer asked,

"Maxine, would you and your sisters have a picture taken with us since a photographer is here? This would be a lovely memento of the concert."

"Let me get Patty and Laverne, they're next door. It would be a great way for us to commemorate the performance by the best USO singer we had as our guest."

True to her word, Maxine brought her sisters into Leigh's dressing room. Guarnere and Spencer sat next to each other in chairs while the famous trio stood behind them.

They thanked the sisters for posing with them. Next, Bill and Leigh agreed to pose for a picture that would appear in the Paris newspaper. Spencer spoke to the photographer in his native language. The man said something that made her smile. She told Guarnere,

"He said that the newspaper wants a picture of the brilliant singer and her fiance." Leigh wrote down their names for the reporter and asked for a copy of both pictures. The Andrews Sisters also wanted a copy of the picture in which they posed. The reporter promised to send the photographs right away. Before leaving the dressing room, Maxine told Leigh,

"You really are the best USO singer we've had performing with us. You've got it, Kid!" Spencer thanked her,

"I didn't expect the standing ovation or any attention from the media." Andrews grinned,

"You earned it, Leigh. Whenever you and Bill are ready to go, the driver is waiting."

"Thanks so much for the star treatment."

"We're glad you and Bill enjoyed it." She left the dressing room. Spencer went over to stand behind a large screen.

"Honey, I just need to change my clothes and we can go. Thanks for the beautiful roses." Leigh removed her uniform, placing it in a garment bag that she had brought the day before the show. Then she put on her long sleeved red dress, carefully pinning her corsage on it.

She took the garment bag and walked around the screen.

""It was my pleasure, Baby." Bill helped Leigh into her coat, adding, "Honey, I think ya just became a singin' star tonight."

"I think my sweet fiance is getting ahead of himself a little bit. Honey, the show hasn't been on the radio in the States. It would be an honor to be recognized, but I've already made a decision about a singing career." Guarnere pulled up a chair for her and he found another for himself.

"Sweetheart, will ya please sit down? We need to talk about this. You know I ain't got a problem wit' ya singin'. Baby, even Maxine Andrews said you got talent. She's an authority on knowin' if a singer is good or bad. I think, honest to God, that you could be a famous singer." Leigh took Bill's hand,

"Yes, this would be my dream come true. It's what I've wanted for a long time, but I have another dream, too. How could I be a devoted wife if I'm performing all over the country? My dream of becoming your wife is well on its way to becoming true.

Bill, I dream of having a family with you. Anything else is secondary. I want to be the mother of your children. There's no way I could properly care for and raise children if I'm rarely home.

There's another point to be made. Maybe what I'm thinking would never take place, but you might reasonably resent me for being gone so much. You might even decide to marry another woman who would be content to be at home.

I will not allow someone else to step in and take the love of my life, our happy home and our babies." Guarnere realized that Leigh had been giving the matter a great deal of thought.

"Baby, you can't throw away the opportunity of a lifetime if it comes to ya. You know how much I love you. I ain't about to take up wit' some South Philly broad an' give up my angel. As far as family goes, we can work somethin' out. You could be passin' up the life of sell out audiences, concerts an' doin' what ya love." Leigh reached up to tenderly cup Bill's face in her hands,

"It wouldn't be much of a life without you. I appreciate what you've told me, it's good, solid advice, but my mind is made up. Honey, I want to be a wife and mother. That's what matters most to me.

Maybe I could get a job singing on the radio. New York City would be accessible by train and radio shows are five days a week. Please don't be angry with me." Guarnere gave her a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss a few moments later,

"Sweet Baby, I'm behind you one hundred percent, whatever ya decide. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you, too, Honey."

"How about we go back to the suite, maybe order somethin' to eat an' a few drinks? After that, I want to make love wit' the love o' my life." Bill gave her another passionate kiss and they left the dressing room, hand in hand as they walked to the limousine parked at the stage door exit.

They returned to the hotel suite and ordered supper with a nice bottle of wine. After listening to the radio, Guarnere and Leigh made love and snuggled together until they went to sleep.

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5, 19, 22,

5) What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

I don't think I have had any ideas for Kathony fics that I will never write. If I have, the reason that I will never write them is because I have forgotten them. I did once send in a prompt to a Philoise prompt account, though. Because I love the idea, but I don't write Philoise, except as side characters/subplots to Kathony. A modern day high school or college AU along the lines of You've Got Mail. Philoise become email pals not realizing that he's the shy kid who only seems interested in plants, and she's the outspoken girl who never lets anyone get a word in edgewise.

I also, back in my Haylijah days, had this epic fantasy idea that basically followed the plot of the show. It involved the Mikaelsons being princes and princesses in exile. Marcel was the childhood friend that they thought had usurped them, but was actually just holding the kingdom together until their return. Hayley was the long-lost crown princess of a neighboring kingdom. There was this whole thing with Dahlia being a witch who kidnapped Freya as a child, and was after Hope because of a prophecy that if the Mikaelsons' kingdom ever united with Hayley's it would be the end of Dahlia. Except Hope couldn't unite the kingdoms, because Klaus isn't actually a Mikaelson, so Hope isn't in line for that throne – but Elijah marrying Hayley would do it. It was a lot, and seriously ambitious, and I never wrote a single word of it. LOL

But, if anybody ever writes that Philoise story, please send me a link.

19) Give us a small teaser of one of your fics

Heh. Here, have some of Anthony meeting Edwina in Tangled Webs:

“I'll leave you two alone to talk this out. Hammer out the details and get your stories straight.” And with that, Agatha swept out of the room. Leaving Edwina alone with the man she had just met, but was now planning on spending the next several months pretending to be madly in love with.

She stared at him. Objectively speaking, he was a very handsome man. Even she had to admit that. And there was a kindness in his eyes, and a small smile on his lips. Lips that she was sure a lot of women would consider to be quite kissable. She had no such interest, though. “I have to say that when Agatha called me into her office, this is the last thing I was expecting.”

Mr. Bridgerton – Anthony, if she was going to do this, she had to start thinking of him as Anthony – nodded. “Same. When she came up with this idea to fix the mess I had made, I hardly expected her to actually produce a girlfriend for me. But, before we make any final decisions, we should talk about what we each expect, and why we're doing this.”

“That makes sense.” Edwina closed her eyes for a minute, trying to collect her thoughts. “I'm really doing it for my sister. She's sacrificed everything for me and my mother, ever since our father died. I'm hoping that if I'm seemingly taken care of, Kate will start living her own life, again. It is my hope that she will rekindle things with her former fiance. Oxford Law School may be out of her grasp, now, but that doesn't mean that everything else should be, as well.”

Anthony's smile widened. “So, you're the Judy to her Betty? She's the mother hen, and you're the chick pretending to fly the coop so she'll finally get off the nest?”

Edwina had to laugh at that assessment. “I love that movie. And yes. That pretty much sums it up. What about you? Why does somebody like you need a fake girlfriend, anyway?”

His smile fell. “I fucked up. Quite literally, actually. My sister is going into Politics. There's a special election coming up. She has a real chance. Except that I managed to be photographed in bed with her opponent's wife. It was all a misunderstanding. I didn't know she was married. But, if it gets out, nobody is going to care about that. I've spent half my life taking care of my siblings. I refuse to let my sister take the fall for my mistakes. Agatha is hoping that if I fabricate a girlfriend I'm hopelessly in love with, even if Daphne's blackmailer goes public with the photos, nobody will believe that I would cheat on you. Well... her... you if you're really sure you want to do this.”

It was insane. Completely insane. But, she thought of the way Thomas had looked at Kate when they ran into him. He was still in love with her. They could make things work, if Kate would just let herself be happy, for once. She raised her chin. “I'm sure. So, I suppose we should get to expectations. I'll be honest, I'm not looking for anything from you, except that you be convincing for my sister so that she thinks I'm taken care of. Are you a good actor, Anthony?”

“I'm decent. I've been playing the part of a man who has all the answers for years. What about you? I only need to convince a country full of strangers. If I understand your reasons well enough, you're going to be lying to your own sister. Somebody who I presume knows you quite well.”

“Trust me, I'm a lot better than anybody could ever guess.”

“Good. As for expectations, other than the same thing you need of me – that you be convincing at least for the people who need to be made to believe it – my only other requirement is that you be careful to not actually fall in love with me. I'm not looking for anything real, here, and I don't want any misunderstandings between us on that score. Or to inadvertently hurt you because you catch feels when I don't.”

Edwina laughed, nearly hysterically. “No offense, but you... aren't my type.”

“Should I be insulted?”

“Not at all. Just...” She took a deep breath. There weren't very many people who knew what she was about to tell him. But, he was putting his sister's entire Political career in her hands. The least she could do was give him honesty in return. And if he turned out to be a bigot, then she would put an end to this, and he could find somebody else to help him save Daphne. “You... Aren't my type. Though, if you have any sisters that look like you, things could get interesting.”

Anthony frowned, and Edwina shook her head and stood to leave. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her wrist. “I don't have a problem with that. Makes things easier, honestly. But, how is this going to work if your reason for doing it is to get your sister off your back?”

“Like I said, I'm a lot better actress than anybody could suspect. If I could pretend not to be in love with my uni roommate, I can pretend to be in love with you. Not even Kate will know any different.”

22)Do you know how your fic will end before you begin it?

To an extent. I always know that Kathony will be endgame. I'm not out here trying to split up my OTP, and I don't write angst for the sake of angst. But, I don't always know details.

#bella talks writing #bella's asks and answers

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The Gancanagh - Chapter 17

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Chapter Summary: The residents of Downton Abbey want to prevent the wedding. They don't coordinate their plans. Chaos ensues.

Read the whole story here or under #thegancanaghfic. For more of my stuff look at #flokileroux or #flokiwrites.

Tagged: @jolieblack @irrationalgame

Notes: This is it. This is the last chapter, but fear not, there will be a short epilogue also coming today. Thanks to all of you for sticking around until the end. I hope you enjoyed this story and maybe we'll meet again at another one. You were a great audience and it was a pleasure to write for you :)

Chapter 17 - Engagement Dinners and Dead Twin Sisters

“Give me one reason, why I shouldn't drench your mother in gravy.“, Thomas said, tilting his head to the side. After all this time he finally managed to become Aidens valet and though the job was usually done by footmen, the underbutler welcomed the alone time with his lover.

„I'll give you two.“, Aiden replied. „Firstly, you are a really good butler and secondly, that would be a waste of perfectly good sauce.“

Thomas hummed in agreement, it would be a waste indeed. Besides, he had the feeling Carson would have a heart attack if he did something like that. Still, the thought of having to play servant to a woman like her irritated him to no end.

Lady Moira McTavish had yet again announced her visit at Downton Abbey and this time, she wouldn't come alone. Still believing that Aiden would run around all ladylike in dresses and skirts, she decided to move forward her plans and called for an engagement party. More announcing herself than asking for approval, she invited herself, the mysterious fiance and a handful guests over into the Abbey. Thomas was livid.

Aiden seemed to notice his displeasure and how could he not. Thomas had been moping all day since they had learned who was coming over. He wouldn't say he was jealous, but he did feel a bit possessive, he had to admit that. He, Thomas Barrow, once a simple footman and now an underbutler, had done the impossible: he, a gay man, had wooed a lord and had even permission to do so. He was allowed, even wanted in his room and in his bed, at any time of day and he could just kiss him whenever and wherever he wanted. It was only natural to not be thrilled to meet and serve his mans fiance.

„You know, the be discreet rule is suspended for today.“, Aiden said softly, brushing his thumb over Thomas' cheek. „So I intend to tail you the whole evening.“

It had been Lady Roses idea to host a dinner party, where the guests were allowed to walk around however they pleased. They would have a buffet and servants with trays in every room, following them. A good opportunity to have a private conversation. Or to avoid them.

„You just want to admire my backside, don't you?“, Thomas smirked, making Aiden shrug.

„Probably the only good thing I'll get out of this evening.“, he said, reaching up to give the underbutler a kiss. „Now let's do this.“

Someone, somewhere had told Lady Moira that minor delays were fashionable, and to this day she lived by that. While Aidens mother hadn't arrived yet, there were already some guests present. Lady Cora did her best to entertain them, apologizing profusely that there was no sight of neither the brides mother nor the bride.

„Aiden!“, she greeted him, when he entered the salon, waving him over to her and a woman, Aiden remembered as the Countess of Euston. „It's good to see you are here. You mother is running late.“

„I didn't know Lady Moira had a son?“, the countess said, when he greeted him. The young lord blinked at her for a second, before he answered.

„Well... I was a sickly child.“, he replied slowly. „I didn't get out much.“

Lady Cora nodded in support, locking arms with her nephew.

„It was the same with Edith back then.“, she said, squeezing his hand. „Fortunately both are fine now.“

„That is truly a blessing.“, the countess replied. „But say, I heard the title of the Marquess of Donegal went to your uncle. Shouldn't it be yours?“

„Yeah, about that...“, Aiden began, trying to find a logical answer for her, when Carson announced the arrival of his mother.

„Lady Moira McTavish, the Marchioness of Donegal.“, the butler announced loudly. „Accompanied by Lord Henry Davis, Earl of Warwick.“

Perfect timing, Aiden thought to himself. He did not intend to out himself in front of so many people, but he didn't know what else to tell them either. Now he just had to claim that he was the long lost brother of the McTavish Sisters.

When Lady Moira entered the room, Aiden noticed Thomas walking up next to him. He was holding a tray of champagne flutes, looking over the young mans shoulder, equally interested in seeing the man they were going to meet now.

Lady Moira walked in, wearing her long lost title like a crown, until she saw Aiden. She started a tirade not unlike the last time she visited, but Aiden didn't hear her. He was focused on the man that had followed her inside.

With only one look he could tell Lord Henry was from Australia. His skin was tanned, his brown hair fell in waves around his shoulders and the clothes he wore, though fitting the dress code, had an aura of adventure. Lord Henry was tall and muscular, probably a rugby player and if he had asked Aiden to marry him some years before, he would have gladly accept. If he could accept that his bride was a groom, that was.

„I did not pay thousands of dollars for your treatment, for you to run around in these clothes again!“, the voice of his mother found its way to his ears. „Aine, are you listening?“

Aiden tore his eyes away from the man she called his fiance, looking at her tiredly.

„Mama, that is not my name and you know it.“, he replied, smiling apologetically at the Countess of Euston, as his uncle successfully distracted Lady Moira from further shouting at his nephew. Rose explained the concept of their dinner one last time before everyone went their ways, leaving the young lord and his butler behind.

„Honestly love, what is it with the water in Down Under?“, Thomas asked him flabbergasted, after everyone left. Aiden snorted.

„Don't ask me, this is ridiculous.“, he replied, turning around. „This man is a giant. Even Alfred would look tiny next to him.“

Thomas grimaced. When Aiden had told him, his mother had found a poor man, who was willing to overlook his „condition“, he had expected a pathetic little man with no other choice than to marry into a scandal. This however was a man, who could easily have any woman he liked, or any man, with the way Aiden had looked at him.

„You're not going to change your mind, are you?“, the underbutler asked carefully, alarming the young lord, who quickly cupped his face.

„No, of course not.“, he denied with emphasis. „You are stuck with me, as long as you'll have me.“

And Thomas would have him for eternity and whatever came after that, but still, this was Aidens engagement party, and the second part of the happy couple was not him.

The underbutler watched Aiden leave him with a sad smile, as Lady Mary called him over. He sighed with dissatisfaction and went downstairs to get rid of the empty glasses he had been carrying.

xxx

Daisy had not yet seen the mysterious man Lord Aiden was supposed to marry. She was as curious as anyone else, but the fate of a cook was to stay in the kitchen, so she had to rely on the gossip the maids and the footmen would bring to her. If only they would tell her something, all of them were awfully quiet, making her worry. The way Thomas looked, when he came down the stairs, told her there was a reason to.

Thomas made a face as if he had bitten into an apple, only to realize it was made out of wax. He almost slammed down the tray he was holding, leaning his weight on both of his arms and signed.

„That bad?“, Daisy asked carefully, watching him lifting his eyes at her. Thomas opened his mouth, but the voice that rang through the kitchen next was not his.

„What it the ever loving fuck is this kind of beef cake?“, Jimmy exclaimed as he stepped inside the kitchen. Thomas shut his mouth again, looking at the boy who wore almost the same riddled expression as him. „That's not a man, it's a beast!“

Thomas had to agree, Lord Henry Davis had no business being tall like that, with his perfect hair and his perfect teeth and good gracious, what in gods name did Aiden see in him, when there were men like that running around in Australia?

„And I still don't get it.“, Jimmy added, leaning with one hand against the table. „Lord Aiden is a man and this bloke is too. Why is Lady Moira so adamant about getting them married?“

Thomas and Daisy shared a look as it hit them. Jimmy hadn't been at Downton, when Aiden had spilled his secret to the servants and didn't know the complexity of the problem with his mother.

„Is this legal in Australia all of a sudden?“, Jimmy continued, gesturing wildly with his free hand. „What is her problem with you then? Is it because you are no fancy lord? And who is Aine?“

„You know, Jimmy...“, Thomas interrupted him quickly, before anyone else started to wonder about the same things. „This is a very complicated affair. Let's just say that Lady Moira thinks of her son as something he isn't and won't accept she is wrong.“

Jimmy grimaced in disbelieve.

„Don't tell me she thinks he's a girl...“, he snorted. „I mean, he is pretty and all, but she's his mother, wouldn't she know?“

Thomas tried to make a face, that didn't tell Jimmy that he had hit the mark exactly, not wanting to be the one telling him something so personal. But fate was on his side, sending Carson into the kitchen.

„What are you standing around like that?“, he barked, visibly stressed. „The trays won't carry themselves upstairs!“

With that words he shooed the footman out of the kitchen, following soon after. Thomas took one last breath, before straightening himself.

„You know what, Mr. Barrow?“, Daisy said, smiling at him mischiefly. „I'm going to mess with the canapés and you make sure this fancy lord eats them.“

Thomas remembered the last time the girl had messed with the food in fear Carson would choose to replace Mrs. Patmore after her surgery. Fortunately only the servants had suffered the soapy taste of their meal, unthinkable what would have happened if they had served the soup to the higher-ups.

„As a superior I have to tell you, that we do not poison our dinner guests under any circumstances.“, he said to her with a strict voice. What kind of house would serve such disgusting food to a guest, however unwanted? What would people say with a lord complaining about the service at Downton Abbey, after he came all the way from Australia to steal away their most beloved resident? Maybe he would even have to excuse himself to the bathroom, having to stay away from said resident.

„But?“, Daisy asked, having noticed him thinking thoroughly. Thomas pursed his lips looking at her.

„Let's do it.“, he said eventually, making her laugh with glee. This fancy Earl of Warwick wouldn't even know what hit him.

xxx

Lord Henry was indeed husband material, Edith had to admit. The man was good looking and charming and not at all what she had expected. She still didn't want to marry her cousin and like any other member of her family, she was determined to not let it happen.

„Are you married, Lady Edith?“, he asked her next to the liquor cabinet and Edith had an idea.

„Me? No, I'm not married.“, she said with a sad smile. „Not for lack of trying though.“

Lord Henrys eyes widened in surprise. Edith looked at him through her eyelashes, a shy look she had copied from her sister. It seemed to work for her, so no harm in trying all the dirty tricks.

„I can't believe that.“, the lord said in a friendly tone. „Who wouldn't want to marry such an attractive young lady as you are?“

He shot her smile full of pearly white teeth before moving his glass to his mouth. If only they had met under different circumstances.

„Oh, you flatter me.“, she said with a giggle, that sounded fake even in her own ears. „But I'm afraid a lot men won't. My first fiance left me at the altar and the second went to the continent and never came back.“

Michael Gregson hadn't been her fiance per se, but Lord Henry didn't need to know that. All he had to know was, that she was uncommitted and in distress. Maybe he would settle for another bride, if she tried hard enough.

„That's a shame, really.“, Lord Henry replied, sighing. „I fear I won't even make it to an alter to be left at. Interesting choice to host an engagement party without a bride.“

„We would have had to host it at the cemetery, for her to be present.“, Mary chimed in, pouring herself a drink behind them. Edith turned around to her sister, looking at her in shock.

„You didn't have to blurt it out like that.“, she said disapproving but Mary only shrugged.

„What? Don't you think this poor man should know the girl he is supposed to marry is dead?“

Lord Henry raised his brows in confusion, gaze switching between both women, before he spoke.

„I'm afraid you have to explain.“, he said.

„It was a terrible accident, many years ago.“, Mary said, putting her hand on his shoulder in consolation. „Tragically Aunt Moira never recovered from the loss. Poor cousin Aiden had to suffer her mourning ever since. She was his twin, you must know.“

Edith nodded wistfully along her sisters tale. They couldn't deny that Aine McTavish once had existed, but as she didn't anymore, any excuse for her absence was fine.

„That's why the marchioness called him Aine before?“, Lord Henry asked, slowly seeming to understand the drama that had ensued at the beginning of the evening. „She thinks he is her?“

„She does.“, Edith confirmed. „She never wanted a son, I think. He reminds her to much of his father.“

„She even tried to put him in dresses, can you believe that?“, Mary added.

Across the room Edith could see Aiden entering, trying to avoid ending up in the same room as his mother, without a doubt. The Countess of Euston was following him, very much to his disdain.

Aiden felt like a criminal with the way he was switching the room every few minutes, trying to be exactly where his mother wasn't at any given moment. Like he had broken into a mansion, trying to avoid the guards. He had been successful so far, having the footmen tell him, in which rooms to expect her, until he ran directly into her mid conversation with Countess of Euston.

What followed was the usual: deadnaming, accusations and the demand for him to stop moping at his own engagement party. Aiden excused himself to follow Thomas into the next room, really not wanting to deepen the conversation, but the countess had listened and now she was convinced that not only his non-existing sister would marry, but also him.

„So it is your engagement we celebrate today?“, she asked, following him into the library. Aiden rolled his eyes in defeat. „But I thought the wonderful Lord Henry will be the groom...“

„No, well yes, he is supposed to marry.“, Aiden said, trying to find a logical solution to his problem. „But not me, obviously, because we are both men.“

„I see, and who is going to be your bride?“, she asked, still confused. „I hope at least one bride cared to show up today.“

„Well...“, Aiden stuttered, looking around helplessly.

„He is going to marry me.“, a gleeful voice chimed in, as Rose locked arms with the young lord. „Aren't you, darling?“

Aiden looked at his cousin in utter shock. The whole family had been looking at him weird this evening, Rose being the worst with it. He had the feeling they were planning something, but he wasn't able to figure out what it was. It worried him, that all he could do now, was to play along and hope for the best.

„Yes...“, he confirmed, a hesitant smile on his face. „We are going to marry, honey...“

His last words came out more like a question than a confirmation, as he met Thomas' gaze, who had looked up reflexively at his pet name. What kind of mess did he manoeuvrer himself into now...

„A double wedding? How wonderful!“, the countess exclaimed, clapping her hands. „I have to tell Lady Prudence at once!“

With that she was gone, leaving them behind.

„What the hell, Rose?“, Aiden asked her quietly. „Why did you tell her that?“

Thomas walked over to them, a puzzled look on his face.

„Because your mother can't force you to marry, when you already are.“, she said. „Don't worry, we don't actually have to marry. People just have to think we do.“

She smiled at the underbutler, who didn't seem to be happy at the thought of Aiden marrying anyone at all. One room over there was a loud gasp to hear.

„Just a heads up, Mary just told Lord Henry that Aine is your dead twin sister.“, Lady Cora said, walking up to the three of them, a worried look on her face.

„She did what?“,Aiden asked, voice high in desperation. Lady Moira entered the room, making a bee line for her son. „I have a feeling the countess just told her, that Rose and I are going to marry.“

Lady Cora groaned.

„Oh dear...“, she said, kneading her hands. „This is getting out of hand.“

„Aine McTavish!“, the voice of his mother roared loudly through the room. „How dare you to marry a woman!“

Even the most oblivious person at this dinner party must have noticed that there was drama going on with the way Lady Moira was shouting at her son, who she called her daughter, who was nowhere to be seen.

Aiden had hear shout before, many times, but never like this. She had shouted at hi, when he had cut his own hair, holding the ginger locks accusingly into his face. She had shouted at him, the first time she saw him wearing a suit at a fair in Melbourne, dragging him home by his earlobe. And she had shouted at him when they had undressed him at the clinic, seeing his chest for the first time since he lost the dead freight he had been burdened with.

Now she was shouting again, but she was also crying. Ugly wet tears ran over her face, reddening her eyes as she accused him of being a changeling, a child of the devil who had been stealing her lovely darling girl, only seconds away from actually hitting him. The whole room was sunken in silence, tension so thick one could have cut it.

Aiden stood frozen on the spot, the only thing anchoring him being Rose, who he was still locking arms with, wishing it would have been Thomas instead. His body was present, but his mind was far gone, thinking of happy thoughts, trying to hold in the tears. Thoughts about the quiet time between breakfast and lunch, sitting in the servants lounge chatting. The sound of a pencil scratching over paper, the feeling of rough linen in Thomas' bed, the smell of soap and cigarette smoke. Happy thoughts he had memorized during his time at the clinic.

„Lady Moira.“, Lady Coras voice rang in his ears, gentle but full of authority. „I think it's enough.“

The young lord blinked a few times, not one tear had escaped his eyes, before he looked up to his aunt. She stepped closer to Lady Moira, putting a hand on her arm to stead her.

„Aine is dead, Moira.“, she said softly. „She has been dead for a long time and she will not return. It's time for you to accept that she is gone. And that Aiden is not her.“

Lady Moira looked at Aiden with a dazed expression and for a second he dared to hope that she would finally see the truth, before her eyes hardened again.

„This.“, she spit, index finger pointing at him. „This is not my son!“

She ripped herself out of Lady Coras grip and left the party with heavy steps.

Aiden didn't keep track of what happened after that. Some people left, some people stayed, returning to their rooms for an early night. He excused himself in need of fresh air.

Through the patio door he entered the terrace, taking a deep breath. The cold air burned in his lungs, his whole body was shaking and he needed to support himself in the back of one of the chairs. He desperately wanted something to drink.

A hand found its way over Aidens back and he didn't need to look to know it was Thomas, who stood behind him, letting him chose how close he would want him. Aiden didn't hesitate pressing himself against the man, needing him to ground him again in reality. Needed to feel, that he was still with him. Thomas let him, pulling him closer even.

„I understand now, why your underbutler tried to poison me with canapés.“

With a jump Aiden pulled out of their entrance, when he heard Lord Henrys voice behind him. He turned around, expecting to see a disgusted face or even worse, the grim face of a man who would call the police as soon as he was inside again. But Lord Henry wore a lazy smile on his lips, head tilted and eyes soft.

„Andre told me his little fox was a troublemaker.“, he added. „But I didn't expect that much chaos, to be honest.“

Aiden blinked at him in confusion. There was only one person who dared to call him his little fox and that was Andrew Marshall, his best friend and owner of the Peacock Bar. A bar for people with unconventional interests.

„You're Andrews cousin!“, he said as it finally dawned him. „Henry the Giant!“

Henry laughed, whether about his ridiculous accurate nickname or the face Aiden was making, he didn't know. But it was a nice laugh, deep and hearty, just like Andrews.

„I am.“, he confirmed. „And he told me to greet you. We thought it might be a nice surprise.“

Aiden hadn't written to Andrew for a long time, after he returned to Downton. When he finally forced himself to do it, he emptied his whole heart into the letter, and Andrew had replied in equal measure. He had understood that Aiden had to flee to England again, not just running from his mother but also running to the man who held his heart. He had told him, he would do whatever it took to help him and apparently a staged elopement had been part of that.

„Just to understand this correctly...“, Aiden began slowly, having melted back into Thomas chest behind him. „You told my mother you would marry me? So she wouldn't search for someone to actually marry me?“

„Something like that, yes.“, Henry said. „We found her advert in the newspaper and- Would you stop glaring like that? I just wanted to spare your man some nasty wedding business.“

Aiden felt Thomas startle behind him and realised what Henry had said before.

„Wait, you tried to poison him?“, he asked, turning around to Thomas, who still glared at the other man.

„No, Daisy did.“, Thomas said eventually, looking down innocently. „I only carried the tray.“

„Thomas!“, the young lord scolded him, having to laugh though. „I'm so sorry, Henry, but i fear you are not very liked in this house.“

„I noticed.“, Henry replied smiling. „Beside the fact you had two bodyguards trying their hardest to distract me with snack from talking to you, your family also gave their best to talk me out of marrying you. Or your dead twin sister.“

Aiden grimaced, scrunching up his nose. This whole evening had gotten out of hand. Whatever the Crawleys had planned to do, they surely had forgotten to actually decide on one strategy, resulting in all of them scattering conflicting information about the situation he was in. Again he apologized.

„Don't worry.“, Henry said, softly smiling. „I hadn't have that much fun in a while. And it all worked out, didn't it? You don't have to worry about having to marry someone and you certainly won't have to worry about anyone asking about Aine again.“

Aiden wanted to agree with him, when he heard another door opening a few metres further. With a heaving a a man ran outside, past the three man, into the woods and loudly emptied the contents of his stomach.

„Was that Moleslay?“, Thomas asked with worry, trying to see something in the dark.

„I think it was...“, Aiden replied. „And I thought I had a drinking problem.“

„I'll see if he's alright.“, the underbutler excused himself, a last stern look at Henry.

Aiden rolled his eyes at his silly behaviour, watching him leave until his silhouette was devoured by darkness.

„I'll be leaving to.“, Henry said, when Aiden turned back to him. „Someone has to make sure your mother returns home safely.“

The young lord sighed wistfully. The woman was a dragon and though he never wanted to see her again, she was still his mother.

„Also Andrew will be thrilled to hear that he hasn't to worry about you.“, Henry added. „You are right where you should be.“

With a last farewell Henry Davis left and Aidens fear about the future left with him. He was right, Aiden was where he should be. Home is where the heart is, they said, and his was at Downton Abbey with all the people that lived here. This was his home and this was his family. He loved the Crawleys and he loved the friends he made downstairs and most importantly he loved Thomas. And Thomas loved him. In the end it was as simple as that.

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I'm a Villainess. Can I Die? - By Hi My Dear (8/10)

Sniff. Sniff. Could it be? A reincarnation webtoon with some original ideas? Wow. It is still cheesy like every other Villainess reincarnation story, but it's got punch. Zazz. A yandere. Some psychological torture. A conflicted, redeemed yandere with a character arc? Yup. It's good.

Serena White is gorgeous, rich and her noble bloodline is ancient. Her parents love her. Her elder brother, the heir, adores her and doesn't want to compete with her. She could have chosen to live a charmed life, but the first version of Serena had a terrible inferiority complex. She hated her brother, and his loyal servants, because they were all special. She wasn't. She studied for years but she could never catch up to him. Every other member of her family is brilliant in some way. She is useless. A stain on the family name, but they love her anyway. Her mind starts to snap. She lashes out at her family. She cruelly chases her brothers loving fiance away just to hurt him, and that's the last straw. Her family finally gives up on her after she attacks a defenseless woman that only wanted to be her sister in law.

Serena dies alone, in a cell.

She begs for someone to come to her.

Anyone, but no one does.

It's too late.

Then she wakes up, before that terrible day when she broke her brother's perfect engagement. She wakes up before his beloved fiance leaves him because of her tyranny. She isn't Serena though. A nameless, suicidal woman from Korea has taken her body. That woman had a truly tragic past. Her family hated her, and they used her.

She was adopted. Then, her adopted mother gave birth to a sick and weak biological child. Her parents made the young child play with her termilly ill sister every day. She had to play the games her sister wanted to play. She had to buy the cake her sister wanted to eat. Her pitiful sister controlled every aspect of her life. When she tried to pursue hobbies and sports her parents abused her. They threatened to kick her out. They told her she existed for her sister. She was a toy that they only kept so her sister would have somebody to play with. So, she spends her entire childhood in a hospital room reading stories to her sister. One of those books was a fantasy novel with a stereotypical Villainess. When the suicidal woman wakes up the loving White family makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't understand why Serena hated her life, but she does pity the original Serena. She does still want to kill herself, but she watched Serena die in a vision. Serena's only wish in the end was to have someone by her side when she died. So, the nameless women decides to make some friends and repair her reputation before she jumps off a cliff.

She quickly realizes that she doesn't have to fix everything. Serena's family will cry for her. They don't see her as a responsibility or a tool. They do care, so the nameless woman walks up to the top of a bell tower, and she tries to jump. Her father's personal knight, Lucas, catches her. He becomes interested in her because she seems different. Then we find out the truth. Everyone hates Serena except her family. Including him. Lucas thinks Serena is stupid and unworthy. He wishes that the family would just expel her already, because she's dead weight.

That's why Serena really went insane. She tried to work hard to be a respectable noble like her parents, but everyone looked down on her. She wasn't smart or talented enough to succeed. When she said she wanted to be the heir instead of her brother everybody just rolled their eyes. Including her loving family. She was spoiled, but she didn't get any emotional support. Her dream was to be capable, not loved.

She was an ambitious woman who got spat on as soon as her family was out of earshot.

Serena wasn't a nice person, but her circumstances were very sad.

Everyone begins to dote on the new Serena even more, including Lucus. No one in this is a moron. They all know she tried to commit suicide. Lucas tells them because keeping it a secret would be idiotic. She'll try again if she's left unsupervised. Duke White tells Lucas to watch over his precious daughter, and he does. The new Serena isn't arrogant. She's quiet and reserved and she can see right through him. Lucas is loyal to the Duke, but he is not a kind man. He despises useless people, and he looks down on people who are not noble.

In the original novel he married Aaron White's fiancé after Serena chased her away. She cannot understand why anyone would choose Lucas over her brother. He clearly married that woman because she was a princess with a much higher status than him. In the novel his love for the princess was sincere, but it was also tied to his selfish desire for prestige. His interest in Serena is a bad sign. He will never love her, but he would be happy to marry "the mature and kind eldest daughter of the White Family".

One of the most important characters in this story is Serena's personal servant. His name is Eiden. Eiden is pretty scary. His entire life revolves around Serena, and his relationship with her was very toxic. He doesn't have a family, so he had to rely on her. He was happy to be her personal servant. He was willing to put up with her harsh treatment. But then her brother Aaron kept defeating her effortlessly, and she became more and more insane. She eventually started hitting him and ruining her room and making messes that took days to clean. He endured it all until the original Serena made him bleed. She threw a jewelry box at him and cut his head open. Then, he realized she was just like the thugs that beat him when he was homeless. His sudden burst of hatred for her awakens his magic. He's a very powerful magician.

So why is he still here? He's not a main character. He's a servant that belongs to a very weak noble. He could easily fly out the window, flip her off, and go to another country. He doesn't fly to the Magic Tower to learn about his powers because...well...she is his life. She took him in when he was a penniless homeless boy. Serena chose him because she wanted a handsome servant, but that decision saved his life. He was barely alive when she picked him up. He loves her, but she hurts him. She yells at him. She says terrible things about her wonderful family and her brothers generous fiance. She complains about her perfect life day and night while she whips him.

After she makes him bleed he wants to kill her, but he doesn't. Eiden is willing to wait, and wait, and wait until the last spark of kindness in Serena is gone. The White family and the other servants are always kind to him, but not Serena. He works hard. He waits for her to notice how hard he works. The old Serena almost apologizes to him after the bloody accident, but she doesn't, so in that life she dies alone. Eiden was more fanatically loyal to her than anyone else. His complex feelings for her made his magic dark and evil, forever.

That changes.

The new Serena tries to die again. She blesses her brothers engagement. She supports her family for the first time, and she welcomes his royal fiance. Aaron's fiance eagerly returns to him, and then Serena thinks her role is over. She has patched up all of the relationships the original Serena tore apart. Her parents will be happy without her. She doesn't want to ever tell the White family their daughter is gone. She doesn't ever want them to know that she's a fake with a different soul. So, after the fabulous engagement party she throws herself down a tall staircase.

Eiden uses his magic to catch her, and it turns gold. It's not dark and volatile anymore. It looks like holy light. All Eiden needed was one single moment of kindness from Serena. When the new version of her treats him with respect he slowly lets his resentment go. He no longer wants to kill her. He would never let her kill herself.

I think the new Serena will be able to empathize with him. The nameless woman had to serve her sick, spoiled sister. Eiden had to serve the spoiled and violent Serena.

They're similar and quite compatible.

Lucas wants her, but Eiden definitely isn't going to let him have her.

Eiden seems sane and stable now, but he wasn't for at least a decade.

I'm sure his conflict with Lucas will be dramatic.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #I'm a Villainess. Can I Die?

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flautistsandpeonies · 2 years

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AITA For Sticking Up For My Mother Against My Father and Foster Sibling?

Alternative title: The Grandmaster of Assholes

You can also read this on my Wordpress.

Tags: Not For JC Fans, JC Canon Characteristics, JC Canon Homophobia, JC Canon Misogyny, Not For Madam Yu Fans, Madam Yu Canon Characteristics, Alternate Universe: Modern AU, a slight attempt at humor for me

Word Length: 2,757

Time to Read: 16 Minutes

Chapter Summary: Jiang Cheng posts on the AITA Reddit

Right, so last week I (22M) got into a fist fight with my foster sibling (22M) after my father (52M) called him and told him to come back to our house. The bastard ended up breaking my arm, and now I have to wear a cast for an entire month. My mother (52F) and father are now arguing about my mom taking legal action against him.

Some context:

My foster brother has always been an annoying and tedious ass. He always loves causing trouble and trying to show me up cause he was born into a poor, nomadic family and I was born quite wealthy. My dad brought him into our home thirteen years ago after his parents died in some car crash or something, I don’t care to remember, and his parents had my father as a guardian on his papers since they were both orphans.

My dad has never loved me, and has always favored my foster brother. He spent more time with my brother when we were young, taking him to what he claimed was physical therapy but I knew he just wanted to spend some alone time with him. On the contrast, my father rarely even looks at me, and if we are near each other he’s scolding me over something I have no control over- like being like my mother or not doing everything “like the family motto”.

My father has also never loved my mother. They got together in an arranged marriage (I don’t want any comments about how “traditional” and “old school” it was, mind your damn business) and my father has never given my mother the time of day. Despite having two kids with her (I have an sister (25F), they don’t even sleep in the same wing of the mansion and don’t spend any time together.

Anyway, my mom threw my foster brother out when we were seventeen after he stole first place in a contest from me. It was a special event held by our mutual family vocations and I was the only heir to not get a prize; he just had to show me up in front of everybody, again!

The son of a bitch was so full of himself that instead of waiting until my father got home that night to let him inside, he took a bus a few towns over to go stay with his friend (Wen Ping or something). Serves him right though, cause my mom had the locks changed the next day.

After that, my dad got so angry with my mom, saying that one of his colleagues, who we’ll call WRH threatened to go to the media about our family abusing 🙄🙄🙄 my foster brother if my dad didn’t sign guardianship over to him. My parents fought for such a long time over that, it was even worse than the normal fights my brother caused. It got so bad that my sister left the house to stay with her fiance’s family.

In the end, my father did end up signing guardianship over to WRH, and you would think that my life would get better after that, but no, it got worse!

When my foster brother started living with WRH he started to show up everywhere in our family’s social circles for academic rewards and flute recitals. It was like WRH had adopted him as his son or some shit; it was ridiculous.

My mom was so angry cause my foster brother was clearly trying to show me up again, cause my father wouldn’t dare showcase my achievements like that and he knew it.

Back to the present. My father claimed that he called my foster brother here after all these years to get his shit that my father refused to allow my mother to throw away- seriously, his trash has just been sitting in a room all these years collecting dust- now that he was getting married to his fiance and moving in with him. (I had no idea the man was gay, ugh.)

I know that had to be a lie though cause I have a big event coming up that I prepared a speech for, and my foster brother is going to be present as his fiance’s plus one. (Blergh). My father had read over my speech, and told me it was “too confrontational and lacking regard for the other familys’ beliefs and history”. (I told you he never approved of me.)

Anyway, my mom and I caught them red-handed after we came back from shopping for new suits for the event. My foster brother was on the front lawn with a woman we’ll call WQ and Wen Ping loading his trash into a moving van. My dad was handing him a file box, and I knew it had to have all my speeches and work plans in it.

My mom knew too and started arguing with my father about trying to sabotage me again. My father, as usual, denied it, and even raised his voice at her. She started going in on my foster brother as well. However, my foster brother had learned to disrespect my mother from somewhere (I’m betting it was WRH) and was talking back to her saying that she “had no power over him anymore.” and “wasn’t worth his time”.

I fucking lost it and tackled him then and there. We ended up tussling all the way into the front yard’s fountain and he broke my arm over the statue. I remember almost fucking drowning while that son of a bitch took everything and left.

My mom was so fucking pissed she’s going to take him to court for robbery and assault. I’d like to see WRH get him out of that.

So, that’s all that happened. I’m having my room’s maid type this for me as it is, but I really need her to get back to work. I don’t really care about comments; I already know I was in the right in this situation, I just needed somewhere to vent really.

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Comments:

That-One-Lizard: Wait, so your mom threw your foster brother out of the house when he was 17? For winning a competition??? -Original Poster: He wasn’t supposed to win. It should have been my trophy, but he got in the way. Weren’t you paying attention? --That-One-Lizard: Dude.....he was 17...... ---Original Poster: And? I mean he was honestly lucky she didn’t beat him with the family’s discipline whip; that’s what she normally does when he shows me up. She was just tired after a long night and didn’t want to deal with him. ----That-One-Lizard: .........No comment......... ----Angel-Food-Cake: What the fuck...... ----Chicken-Elizabeth-Nugget: What the fuck is a discipline whip? Do I even want to know? -----Original Poster: Are you two stupid or something? A discipline whip is exactly what it’s called, a whip for disciplining unruly and traitorous people. ------Angel-Food-Cake: WRH shouldn’t have gone to the media, he should have gone to the police. What the absolute fuck, no wonder he didn’t come back home! Your mother’s a crazy fucking bitch, who does that to a child??!! -------Original Poster: Fuck you!!! How dare you insult my mother!!! --------Chicken-Elizabeth-Nugget : I realize now why your father doesn’t like her. (Click here to continue thread)

Broccoli-Bandit: Gonna need a little bit more context about the foster brother before I can decide. -Original Poster: What more do you need to know?? He ruined my life!!! Broccoli-Bandit: You said he liked causing trouble? --Original Poster: He loves to act like he’s so charitable and shit, like he wasn’t using my family’s money. One time, he even gave his entire allowance away to a beggar woman on the streets and my dad dipped into his own monthly budget to give him more. My parents fought for three days. ---Broccoli-Bandit: ........What the fuck? So he’s a normal human being?? ----Original Poster: What’s normal about wasting money? Also, he was always getting into fights with other men trying to get with women, just so he could be some knight type of character. (Click here to continue thread)

All-Around-Me: You are definitely the asshole for your homophobia alone. -Original Poster: Are you fucking serious? That shit is not normal; what normal person wants to have sex with another man? --All-Around-Me: You’re disgusting. ---Original Poster: Disgusting my ass! My foster brother’s the one that disgusting; it’s like he got possessed or something. I swear he’s not so much as looked at another man in my presence. ----All-Around-Me: Probably cause you’re a homophobic piece of shit??? (Click here to continue thread)

ChaoChao: NTA, that street rat should have known better than to come into better people’s homes and steal fathers’ affection from the blood children. I can’t imagine what the two sons of WRH went through in his household after he came there. -Original Poster: How do you know WRH has two sons? --ChaoChao: None of your fucking business, just take my opinion.

Bi-the-Bi: I feel like the sections about the foster brother are intentionally vague. -Original Poster: What the fuck do you mean vague? I told you everything you need to know! --Bi-the-Bi: You’re just constantly calling him an asshole, and claiming to know all his intentions? The only thing he’s done that we know of is leave after your mom kicked him out (nice mom by the way *sarcasm*) and defended himself after you attacked him. ---Original Poster: I told you he was trying to steal my work. And don’t you dare insult my mother!!! ---- Bi-the-Bi : No, you said you “knew”, which doesn’t immediately mean you were right. That could have been his birth certificate or something, awards from school since you say he was so smart. (Click here to continue thread)

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Okay, since some people brains can’t seem to function properly I guess I have to give you my entire life story for you to understand “the whole story”.

I (22M) was born to JFM (52M) and YZY (52F). They had JYL (25F) three years before me. My parents were arranged to marry by my mother’s request. Even then my father couldn’t recognize what a woman my mother was and did his best not to marry her, however my grandfathers banded together to make the marriage happen.

My father always made family life hard even before my foster brother got there. He never gave me or my mother attention, claiming that because my mother refused to take on the duties as the house’s madam he had to run both his position and her’s. Instead of supporting my mother’s endeavors, he spoke against her and my mother started going out of the house even more than usual to the point where I only see her for a couple of weeks a month.

Things got even worse when my foster brother (22M) got there. Like I said, his parents died and my father picked him up. My father started spending a lot of time with him. “Doctor appointments” for his legs after the accident, my father claimed, but my mother always showed me the receipts for the hunan restaurants he always took him to on those days.

My foster brother always loved to show me up. He did everything he could to have better grades than me, look better than me, have more friends than me, anything he could think of, he did it. Everyone always fell for his good-boy shtick; everyone, except for me and my mother.

My mother knew that my foster brother was likely my half-brother. His mother was apparently a real whore and got around with a lot of men before she married my dad’s butler and took off. My mother thinks that since my foster brother is only five days older than me, she must’ve snuck back into our home to sleep with my dad when my mom was out one day. My father once got a paternity test, but he paid the doctor off to skew the results to hide the truth.

My father denies that my foster brother is actually my half-brother, but he shows it in how he treats us. He hates my mother, so he hates me, but he loved his mother, so he loves him. Whatever I do can never seem to please him, but my brother can apparently paint a banner with our families crest and motto and my father hangs it up for all to see.

My mother does not tolerate my brother. Whenever he does something foolish or other deserving of punishment, she deals with him the only way she knows how. She has to use physical punish so he’ll learn, and she makes him sleep outside so he’ll remember his place- a half breed will never be allowed to inherit.

Anyway, things came to a head at one of our mutual family conference five years ago. Now that I think about it was WRH’s conference; I bet he set it up for my foster brother to get ahead of me! My foster brother/half-brother stole my trophy from me in front of our entire social circle and embarrassed me in in front of all of my peers.

My father had to stay behind to sort out some matter, and my mother, sister, and I went home. My mom threw my brother out for what he did to me and I took back my trophy from him while he picked himself up out of the lotus pond. We locked the door after that and went to bed. The next morning, my father was looking for him (figures), but we couldn’t find him.

A week later my father up getting a call from WRH’s secretary. My foster/half brother apparently went to his niece’s WQ house and was staying there for the time being. He wanted my father to sign over guardianship of my foster/half brother lest “our reputation be damaged”. My father blamed my mother for everything and they fought again.

My father ended up signing the guardianship over, and that should have been it. My life should have gotten better without him there to ruin it. But, as he was determined to make my life a living hell, he did all he could to put his name out there. I can’t imagine how much money WRH wasted on him. I spent five years continuing to live in his shadow.

It came to a head again just last week. Like I said before, my father was trying to sabotage my speech, giving my foster/half brother a heads up. I knew that if he read my speech he would probably say something to one up me at the conference. My mother knew it too, that’s why she said something. How could I have just stood there while my father and that bastard disrespected her in her own home? I did what I had to do and that son of a bitch broke my arm, so now I’ll see him in court.

Now that I’ve laid the story out more plainly for you will you people stop acting like my foster/half brother is some sort of helpless victim?

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Comments:

I-Hate-Sabers: ....I’m going to ruin your life. I’m going to ruin your mother’s life. You two are going to wish she never left Meishan. -Original Poster: Who the fuck do you think you are? -Original Poster: Answer me you son of a bitch! -Original Poster: Probably another pussy who’s all talk over the computer but pisses themselves when ordering food.

Emperor-of-the-Smile: Definitely The Asshole. I don’t know what’s funnier: the fact that this piece of shit thinks he’s in the right or the fact that he thinks if he talks more about how he and his mother treated his foster brother like shit we’ll start agreeing with him. -All-Around-Me: I think it’s that he thinks he’s in the right. -Chicken-Elizabeth-Nugget: I think it’s how he’s so far up his own ass he can’t see or smell anything but himself. --Original Poster: Fuck all of you. I put this on here to vent about my frustrations, but you’re making shit up about me that’s not true. (Click here to continue thread)

ChaoChao: Still NTA, am I supposed to feel sympathy for some slutty woman’s orphan son. I mean look at all the trouble he cause people in his life! -First-Born-Sun: Chao-er, shut the fuck up.The only person in our household who doesn’t like Ying-er is you. --ChaoChao: I thought you said reddit was beneath you? ---First-Born-Sun: Not when someone I actually like and respect is mentioned. ----ChaoChao: You just like him cause you want to fuck him!!! -----First-Born-Sun: And? ------Original Poster: Who are you people?!

Plum-Soup: Definitely the Asshole. I don’t know who I feel for more. The father trapped in this abusive arranged marriage, or the foster brother who went from one traumatic situation to the next. -Original Poster: Why should you feel for them at all? My mother and I are the victims here!!! --Plum-Soup: Get help, asshole. (Click here to continue thread)

Lady-Mai: The asshole. Homophobic? Check. Misogynistic? Check. Abusive as all fuck? There’s not enough paper in the world to check this off. -Original Poster: Go fuck yourself!

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Author’s Notes:

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peepeepotter · 3 years

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Late Night Encounters Part 3

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! Female receiving oral, unprotected vaginal penetration

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!

Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.

Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.

“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.

“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.

“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.

“I know, George.”

“You know what?” The audacity that men have.

“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”

“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.

“I just don’t get it, George.”

“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”

“Except you are.”

“Why are you accusing me right now?”

“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”

“I cannot believe this right now--”

“Stop that! Stop it! You’re gaslighting me! You know I’m right! Stop lying!”

“Fine!”

“How long?”

“A year.”

“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”

“Yes.”

“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”

“Maybe if you--”

“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”

“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.

Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!

With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.

“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing--”

“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.

“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.

“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.

“W-what? With who?”

“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.

“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.

“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place

“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.

“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.

“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air.

He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck.

She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.

“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.

“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.

“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.

“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.

“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.

Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.

“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.

“I love you too, Freddy.”

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notlycheesden · 3 years

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Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Time of Death

Dr. Derek Shepherd x Reader

Words: 1966

Summary: Receiving the news after coming out of a long surgery, Derek rushes to comfort his fiancé whose sister committed suicide.

Notes: I hope to write some fluffier McDreamy imagines and more for Grey’s Anatomy, but when I got this idea, I had to go with it. This is a very very dark story, so it will not be for everyone, but I really had an interesting time writing it. As always, I’d love to know your thoughts and if you guys are excited for more Grey’s Anatomy imagines.

Warnings: Suicide, grief, guilt (This starts out fast so I’m putting the break at the beginning so if you don’t want to read, you don’t have to.)

You couldn’t hear them say it but you still heard it in your head. Time of death… You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the clock. Time had stopped. Everything had stopped. As you looked down from the gallery, nobody in the O.R. seemed to be moving an inch. Until Dr. Bailey looked up at you. As soon as your eyes connected, everything started again but it started too fast. Your heart was beating too fast, your legs were moving too fast, the tears were coming too fast.

Your sister was dead. She threw herself in front of oncoming traffic. Her body was so broken that even Bailey couldn’t put it back together. Your baby sister killed herself.

Nurses and doctors alike watched you sprint by. Fellow residents, interns, attendants, all of them watched you run like maniac through the halls of the surgical wing. Of course, you were careful not to be in anyone’s way, but you had to disappear.

“What’s with Mrs. McDreamy?” Cristina asked George and Meridith quietly.

“Her sister just died on the table.” Izzy sighed, having been with you in the gallery. She looked at the floor. “Jumped in front of a car.” The other interns’ eyes widened.

“She killed herself?” Meredith whispered, her gaze following your running form down the hall. “Has anybody told…”

“He’s been in surgery for hours.” Cristina shook her head. “I doubt he even knows she was admitted.”

“Should someone page him? Should someone go get Y/N?” George wondered but nobody moved. They all just looked at each other. Cristina crossed her arms.

“I’ll go. Somebody has to go tell Dr. Shepherd that his future sister in law turned herself into roadkill.”

“No.” Meredith blurted. Cristina’s bluntness was the last thing anyone needed right now. “I’ll tell him.” Meredith and Derek were at least friends. He needed to hear this from a friend.

Derek smiled as the water ran over his hands. After several long hours, the surgery was a success. The 18-year-old girl was going to be okay. Thanks to him. Another life saved. His smile grew when Meredith stepped into the room.

“Dr. Grey, you missed a pretty amazing surgery.” He beamed. Something about her face was off.

“I’m sure you did very well Dr. Shepherd.” She wasn’t looking at him.

“Meredith what is it?” He dried his hands quickly and followed her out into the hall. Her expression made that cocky smile of his fall. “Meredith?”

“A Cierra Y/L/N was admitted about when you started your surgery.”

“Y/N’s sister?”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “It seems that she ran in front of a semi truck. Dr. Bailey did everything she could but… she’s dead, Derek.”

“Cierra… killed herself?” Derek ran a hand down his face. “Does anyone know why? Are they sure that’s what happened? Does Y/N know?”

“We all saw her run down the hallway, so I’d say she knows.”

“Do you know where she went?” He exclaimed, raising his voice. He didn’t have time for the doe-eyed confusion. He needed to know where you were. Meredith just shook her head. He calmed down enough so he wouldn’t yell. “Thank you for getting me.”

He took off, scanning the hall for any sign of his fiance. As he hurried past doctors and patients, he thought of Cierra. He’d never even met her. Sure, you had mentioned that you had a younger sister, but you didn’t say much other than that. But suicide? It was how you lost your mom when you were in medical school. This was going to hit hard and he needed to make sure there would be pieces of you left.

“Dr. Shepherd!” A voice called out behind him. He reluctantly stopped his pursuit to turn to Dr. Bailey. She gave him a sad, grim look. “We did everything we could, but the extent of her injuries… I’m sorry there wasn’t more I could do.”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Since she couldn’t operate with us, she stayed and watched from the gallery.” She sighed. She paused for a second before putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think I know where she might have gone.”

Bailey had found you there once before. You’d lost a patient and needed a quiet place to be alone. If there was ever a time you needed a quiet place to go, it’d be now. She brought Derek to a closet on the fourth floor. It was mostly filled with extra linens and paper and such so it wasn’t used often. Bailey knocked on the door, but received no response. Slowly, she opened the door.

“Dr. Shepherd?” She called out into the dark storage room. With still no response, she let Derek pass her.

“Y/N? Honey, I know you’re in here.” His eyes adjusted and he could see a form standing behind one of the shelves in the corner. He exchanged a look with Bailey. She nodded in understanding.

“I’ll go tell the chief. You’ll probably want to be heading home.” As she turned to leave, Derek put a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you, Miranda.”

The chief resident quietly closed the door behind her and Derek walked further into the closet. The closet may have been small, but you felt far away. Hearing the sound of him approaching, you turned your head.

“Cierra is… she’s- they said that she-” Every time you tried to finish the sentence, your mouth stopped. Like your body was trying to deny what your mind clearly knew. Derek tentatively put his hands on your shoulders. When did he get in front of you?

“I know.”

He pulled you to his chest and you tried not to push away. You wanted to. You wanted to run again. But his arms wouldn’t let you. He kept you from drifting away.

Chief Webber had all of your surgeries for the next few days rescheduled or taken over by Dr. Bailey. Derek rescheduled the ones that he could, but some of his surgeries were on a time crunch. After he drove you home, he was paged back to the hospital for an emergency. He told you what it was, but you couldn’t remember.

You didn’t even remember the drive home. You remembered the bloody surgical tools and the machines and the clock, but it didn’t have any numbers on it. You remembered running in the halls and Derek finding you in the closet. Now you were home. Now you were alone. Alone with the knowledge that you killed your little sister.

Your brain started a single train of thought. You moved slowly, every motion draining more and more energy out of you, but you still made your way to your closet and found your suitcase. You couldn’t put this much pain, this much baggage on someone with a heart like his. To you, this was mercy.

When Derek finally returned home, not a single light in the house was on. His shoulders were weighed down as he tossed his keys on the counter. The surgery was a success, but he didn’t feel that usual rush of adrenaline that came from saving a life. He just wanted to get back to you.

He was about to call out for you when he saw something catch the light. Sitting on the kitchen table was your engagement ring.

“Y/N!” He called out, tucking the band into his pocket and ascending the stairs two at a time. He burst into the bedroom and found your suitcase sitting on the bed, clothes hurriedly piled inside. “Y/N!”

Light pooled into the room from underneath the bathroom door and was sure he could hear something inside. Derek knocked lightly before slowly cracking the door open.

“Y/N?” His voice was quieter now but still held the same amount of urgency. You just whimpered in response. He opened the door fully, finding you sitting on the bathroom floor having thrown up any meals you had that day.

“It’s my fault, Derek.” You cried, your voice so low he could barely hear you. “Cierra killed herself because of me. I can’t force you to live with that too.” You pulled your knees up to your chest.

“Honey…” Derek sat beside you, putting on a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. “Cierra was sick. She’d been sick for a really long time.”

“She was sick because I left her.” You spat, jerking away. “I abandoned her when I moved here for my residency. I knew what she was going through, stuck living with my dad, and I went off to medical school anyway.”

“Deciding to make a life for yourself and to help save lives was not abandoning her.” He took your hand in his and this time, you didn’t pull away. “Y/N, you called Cierra every chance that you got. As far as you knew, she was getting help in San Diego. She told you she was getting better. You couldn’t have known how bad it had gotten.”

“Then why did she come here, Derek?” You felt that sick feeling in your stomach turning and twisting again. “Why drive up to Seattle and jump into oncoming traffic close enough to be taken to Seattle Grace unless she blamed me?”

Derek was quiet for a moment. Your body was still shaking from both sobs and from getting sick and you looked desperate for answers that he couldn’t give.

“Maybe she wanted to see you one last time. This was her way of doing that.”

It may not have been the answer you wanted to hear, but it was enough to get you to calm down. Derek shifted so that you were sitting in front of him, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your arms from behind. He gently kissed the top of your head and pulled your ring out of his pocket.

“As for this…” He held the band out in front of you. You just stared at it, laying your head back against his shoulder.

“I was leaving.” You were half packed before your body ached so much it made you sick.

“I noticed that.” Derek blew out a long breath. “You said you ‘couldn’t force me to live with that’. Is that how you think? That leaving will spare me of your faults?”

“I didn’t think that you…” You sighed, trying to collect your reasoning into words. You spun around so you were facing him, holding his hands in your lap. “Derek, you love saving lives. You walk into life ready to save someone else’s. I couldn’t make you look at me everyday knowing that I was responsible for Cierra’s death.”

Derek lifted your hands up to his chest and laid them flat over his heart.

“This day- this tragedy- does not define who you are. You are still the beautiful, talented, brilliant surgeon that I fell in love with. The one I asked to marry me. You will still be that woman tomorrow and the next day and the one after that. And if you ever need reminding I will ask you to marry me every single day until we walk down that aisle together because I’m not backing out. Better or worse.” His gaze searched yours for a reaction. “Okay?”

All you could do was nod and lean back into his embrace. You stayed there on the bathroom floor, his legs on either side of you and your head tilted back against his chest. While Derek’s words didn’t erase everything from that day, they helped to take even just a little of the weight off of your heart. It was enough, at least for now and so you slipped your ring back onto your finger and fell asleep in his arms.

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