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watchmegetobsessed · 10 months

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NO MORE GAMES

A/N: so this concept might be familiar for some of you bc i posted about it earlier before i started working on it but now its officially here! and this is my thank you gift for all of you for reaching 15k followers!!! it's insane, thank you so much and hope to bring you even more stories soon!!!

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WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Your friend forces you to give Tinder a try. Surprisingly you fetch a date with the handsome and a little bit older Harry. But he stands you up and you lose hope in dating. However it's a real plot twist when you run into him at your dad's barbeque and he is introduced to you as the future CEO of your father's company.

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“This has got to be the lowest point of desperation.”

“Don’t be so dramatic!”

“I’m not, this is truly the end.”

Dani rolls her eyes and just keeps tapping away on your phone’s screen, setting up your Tinder profile.

You. On Tinder. The app you swore you’d never use. How did this happen?

Well, it happened because your boyfriend of two years decided to dump you in a McDonald’s parking lot, only to post about his engagement to another woman on Facebook three weeks later.

Disgusting pig, you’re convinced you were blind and deaf in those two years, that’s how you could put up with him for so long.

You’ve been wallowing in your self-pity for the past three months and Dani, your best friend had enough and said that you need to get on a dating app, hook up with some fine ass men and forget about Cruz.

“Alright, it’s all set, want to have a look?” Dani smirks, obviously pleased with herself as she hands you over the phone.

It’s a decent profile, she chose some good pictures of you, your profile was never your concern, it’s others on the app that makes you crawl out of your skin.

“Perfect,” you flash her a forced smile, she grabs the phone and then starts swiping vigorously. “Hey! Don’t swipe right on everyone!”

“Not everyone! Just the hot guys!”

“You’re not even reading their bio!”

“Because I don’t care, we’re looking for a hookup, not your husband here, duh!”

You sit, feeling helpless as you watch your best friend decide who is worthy of you in the virtual meat market. This is really not your scene and you’re more than skeptical anything good will turn out from it.

Dani keeps swiping for a while before you finally talk her out of it and you settle watching a movie instead, forgetting about the profile that is now available for every single man in your area.

To be honest, it completely slips your mind until you’re getting ready for bed and unlock your phone to set an alarm and see all the notifications from Tinder.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, falling into bed as you unwillingly, but tap on one of the notifications and the app opens.

It’s been only a few hours, but you got twenty-seven matches and five out of those even messaged you. You instantly skip the first three because one straight up asks for nudes, one just sends you a bunch of emojis and the third one sent the worst pick up line you’ve ever heard.

The fourth one is okay, but it’s kind of… well, it’s a simple “Hi, how are you?” and you’re not sure how to reply to that, so then only one’s left.

Harry.

The age next to his name reads 36, that’s not that big of an age gap, only eight years, you’ve seen worse. Besides, he looks younger, almost your age according to the pictures. He has a couple, but not too many. He’s smiling on his profile picture, the t-shirt displays his many tattoos on one of his arms, his hair is slightly curly and mostly a mess, but it’s the good kind.

He is definitely your type.

He opened with referring to something that’s written in your bio which feels nice, knowing that he actually read it instead of just swiping right based on your pictures. Your thumbs hover over the screen for a bit before you finally give in and type him an answer.

He replies right away. And so the conversation starts.

One message follows the other, you’re jumping from one topic to the next and at one point it feels like you’re talking to an old friend and not a guy you’ve never actually met. The next thing you realize that it’s three am and you’re still talking.

Y/N: We’ve been talking for hours and you still haven’t asked for my number, should I take it as a bad sign?

HARRY: Didn’t want to seem too pushy, but I wanted to ask for it the moment I saw your profile.

You smile like a little girl as you type your answer.

Y/N: That would have been too soon, you’re right. But now would be a good time.

HARRY: Hey, crazy idea! Can I maybe have your number?

You laugh. You genuinely laugh at the screen and that probably never happened before.

You give him your number.

You didn’t think it would go this far, this whole Tinder ordeal Dani forced you into. You were kind of set that it won’t work so why should you even try?

Now it’s a surprising outcome that you’re on your way to meet Harry at a bar, only three days after texting nonstop. And you’re kinda nervous about it.

You haven’t been on a first date in a long time and it’s giving you the jitters as you get ready. Your experience getting to know Harry in the past few days has been incredibly positive, you wonder if it will be the same when you physically meet.

You arrive at the bar a little early and take a seat at the table he reserved on his name. To ease your nerves you order a vodka soda that you drink quickly, the alcohol mixing in your veins pretty fast, but you’re still nervous to meet him in real life.

As you wait, a guy comes up to you who seems to be more interested in your cleavage than you while he tries to chat you up, but you quickly reject him, your gaze keeps returning to the entrance, expecting Harry to walk in at any moment.

Minutes pass by and then seven o’clock rolls around, the time when you were supposed to meet, but you see no sign of him, which makes your stomach twist and turn. You double check the time, the date and the place to make sure you’re where you need to be.

“You seem awfully lonely,” a voice speaks up behind you and for a split second you think that it’s Harry, you just missed when he walked in, but when you turn around you see a totally different man, holding two drinks in his hands, clearly offering one to you. You make no effort to accept it.

“I’m not,” is all you say, turning your eyes back ahead. He doesn’t get the hint.

“If you’re waiting for someone I’m happy to be your company until they arrive.” He rounds the table and stands in front of you, blocking your view of the entrance entirely. Exhaling irritatedly, you finally look up at him, your face making an obvious statement that you’re not open to the chit-chat.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“You definitely seem like you could use some cheering up, let me be the–”

“Oh my God, are you really this dumb? It’s a no, I don’t want to talk to you, now leave the table!”

“Jesus, what a bitch,” he mutters under his breath as he walks away. Normally, you’d definitely call him out, but right now, you’re just staring at the entrance, almost like a maniac as the minutes pass by and there’s still no sign of Harry.

You check your phone, praying there’s gonna be a text at least, saying that he is just late, that he will be here soon, but nothing. It’s dead silent.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your feet jumping underneath the table. It’s already twelve past seven. This is not just being fashionably late now.

You wait some more, hoping for a miracle, but it never comes. So does Harry.

When it’s been over thirty minutes you chug down the rest of your cocktail you ordered to make you seem less like a loser and call it a night. On your way out of the bar you pull up your messages with Harry and send him one last text.

Y/N: Thanks for nothing.

And then you block his number, throwing the experience to the very back of your head while you delete Tinder off your phone.

The annual barbeque is here. Once a year your dad’s home turns into one big fair, he invites most of his employees, investors and partners, throwing a feast in his backyard. It means about five hundred people invade your previous home, where you still spend a lot of your time even though you have your own apartment now.

You always come as well, because one, your dad loves to show you off and introduce to everyone and two, you usually use this occasion to network a bit. You’ve just opened your own gallery and what’s a better place to promote your art than a backyard full of wealthy investors? Selling your art can seem like an impossible task sometimes, or to be more precise, most of the time. Until your work is not known you make no profit, you need that first purchase that will bring in the rest and get the business rolling. Unfortunately you have not had that one first customer.

Yet.

It’s a sunny Saturday, as if your dad ordered the weather especially for the occasion. There has never been a barbeque with rain or cold before, your dad seems to have control over this as well. There’s endless food and drinks, several activities for children, since it’s a family friendly event and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, mixing and mingling.

You’re nursing a mojito you mixed yourself, so it’s generous in the alcohol department. Wearing a white sundress you’re trying to have a word with everyone you know and everyone you want to know.

“Sweetheart!” You hear your father calling out and you spot him a few feet away, waving at you. “Come over here, I want to introduce someone to you!”

Excusing yourself from the conversation you slalom between the guests and reach your father under the oak tree that’s near the tiny pond in the middle of the backyard. Yes, your father has a pond in his backyard, as well as two pools, a jacuzzi and a whole ass greenhouse. He is just that extra.

“Hi daddy,” you smile, joining him as he places a hand to your back and gestures towards a man who is currently turned away.

“Y/N, let me introduce you to the man who will take my place in the future, my successor, if you’d like. This is Harry Styles. Harry, this is my only daughter, Y/N.”

Your body makes the realization faster than your mind. The man turns towards you, but by that moment you’ve already recognized the tattoos you’ve looked at in pictures more than you’d like to admit. Then you see his face and your stomach drops before your brain processes who you’re facing.

Harry stood you up on your first date two weeks ago and you thought you’d never see him, but fate decided to make a joke out of it, because now he is here, in the flesh, looking at you with a just as shocked expression as yours.

You both are quick to gain control back over your faces and Harry is the first one to break the silence.

“Hi, it’s, um… It’s nice to meet you,” he clears his throat as he holds a hand out for you. For a short moment you think of just turning around and walking away, but you don’t want to cause a scene and have your father question your behavior, so instead, you shake his hand, the touch of his skin sending tingles down your spine as you let go of it in a bit of a hurry.

“Yeah, it’s really nice to meet you,” you nod, but can’t hold back the spite in your voice. Luckily, your dad seems to be oblivious to the scene happening in front of him.

“Remember that awfully long procedure we had to find the perfect person to take over after me? Harry was the only one to survive it and I knew we found our guy.”

Your dad pats him on the shoulder proudly and Harry smiles back at him, but you notice how tense he appears to be, most likely because of your presence.

“Ah, he seems like a decent, reliable guy,” you add with a forced smile and you know he understands the meaning behind your words.

“He is!” you dad beams. “And Harry, this is my wonderful daughter, she graduated from CalArts, top of her class, she is an exceptional artist, you should see her work!”

He has seen your work. Well, virtually. Naturally, you talked about what you do and he asked you to send pictures and you did.

He loved them. Or at least that’s what he said. Now you question everything he wrote in his messages.

“I’m sure she is… fantastic.”

The torture continues for a few more minutes before others join the three of you and you have a chance to slip away, which you grab without hesitation.

It feels like all your blood is pumping in your head, you can’t tell if you’re shocked, angry or disappointed, most likely all of these together. Part of you wants to chug something strong to forget about it all, but then another part wants to read everything on him and tell him to fuck himself.

A tequila shot and some internal raging later you’re inside the house, it’s quiet, everyone is enjoying the weather outside, so you have a chance to settle your thoughts. With another mean cocktail in your hands you’re pacing back and forth in the spacious living room, your racing thoughts making it impossible to calm yourself.

“Can I at least try to explain myself?”

The voice coming from the sliding door that leads out to the backyard makes you jump and when you turn around you spot Harry standing there, looking awfully good, but you’re way too angry at him to acknowledge it.

“I don’t think I want to hear it.”

Out of frustration you can’t do anything else than drinking and avoiding to look at him, hoping he might disappear if you ignored him. Unfortunately, it’s not the case, he moves closer.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry about standing you up. It was unacceptable, I know. I had a… um, I had a family situation and I didn’t have a chance to let you know I wouldn’t make it.”

“What situation?” you ask right away, and when he hesitates you know it’s all made up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I don’t need your apology, you didn’t think it was necessary to tell me you wouldn’t come then, now you’re only apologizing because you were forced to meet me.”

“Y/N, it’s not… it’s not what you think.”

“Oh, I think it’s very much what I think it is,” you let out a bitter laugh. “It’s fine, but I thought you were mature enough to tell me you’re not interested in me anymore. I’m a big girl, I can take the rejection.”

“But I was interested, I still–” He cuts himself off, not sure if it’s fine to say that he is still into you in the situation you found yourself in. “Y/N, I didn’t want to hurt you. This… It’s not how I planned it. I’m sorry.”

You want to stay mad. You want to stand your ground and unleash all your rage at him, but… you can’t. He might have been bullshitting you about why he stood you up, but he truly seems like he feels bad.

And he really looks way too good.

��Alright. Apology accepted.”

He looks visibly relieved, his shoulders ease and even a tiny smile appears on his lips.

“Thank you. Really. So… Do you want to have a drink now?” he chuckles, but the devilish smirk you flash at him scares him instantly.

“Oh, I said apology accepted. That doesn’t mean we’re fine and back at where we were.”

Before he could say anything or question what you said you walk away, leaving him in a blur.

You only see him from afar a few times until the end of the barbeque, you catch him staring quite a few times as well and his looks reflect hunger, so you assume your looks definitely live up to his expectations after all. You miss when he leaves at the end, but you know it won’t be the last time you see each other.

A plan is formed in your mind about how to teach him a lesson for standing you up. A little game, to be exact.

Two days after the barbeque you have to meet your dad in his office and you definitely don’t want to miss the opportunity to mess with Harry. You go out of your way to change before heading to the office, wearing a tight, extra short black dress that will surely catch his attention.

With a stack of documents under your arm you stroll into the building as if you owned it. Well, for a while you were set to inherit the business, but when your father realized you’re more into art, he ditched his plans and started looking for his successor. You remember how nervous you were before sitting down with him and telling him you wouldn’t take over the company like he wanted you to. To your surprise, he took it well and you realized he just wants you to be happy, doing whatever your heart desires.

As a side hustle, you still get involved in some part of the business, just to learn the basic ropes and gain skills you can use in other fields as well, so every once in a while you can be found in the office. Today is one of those days.

The girls behind the front desk smile at you warmly and let you pass by, heading straight up to your dad’s office on the top. Standing in the elevator you check your outfit, making sure it’s not too revealing, but will do the purpose you wore it for. It doesn’t look like you’re going clubbing, but the amount of leg you’re showing will definitely earn you Harry’s attention, just how you planned.

It’s like fate is playing on your side, when you’re approaching the office you spot Harry in there with your dad, a devilish smirk tugging on your lips as you finally reach the glass door, knocking on it gently. They both lift their head up, but the expressions they make are very different.

While your dad seems happy to see you, gesturing for you to come in, Harry on the other hand seems… shocked to say the least. Most likely not because he is seeing you, but because of how you look. You catch his gaze wandering down your legs right away, his chest rising with a deep breath as you walk inside.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt. I brought the documents you asked for.”

“You’re not interrupting anything, come in!” your dad waves around, rounding his desk to greet you with two kisses on your cheeks.

“Hi Harry, it’s so nice to see you again,” you smile at him charmingly, angling yourself so your legs are perfectly in his view.

“It’s uh, it’s nice to see you as well, Y/N.”

The blush on his cheeks is proof that your plan worked pretty well. While chatting with your dad, you keep an eye on Harry and see him practically devouring you with his eyes, his jaw clenches every time you move your weight to one leg and pop your hip out to the side. It’s safe to say he is a fan of your outfit.

“Alright, I better get going,” you sigh and start to pack your stuff when you drop your pen on purpose. The plan was to lean down and tease him even more, but he jumps to your rescue instantly, picking it up for you, but it gets his face to the same level as your thighs and he straightens up faster than the speed of light.

“Here,” he hands you the pen, obviously avoiding looking at you. This is probably the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, making sure to brush your fingers against his hand as you take the pen from him. “Have a nice day.”

And with that, you stroll out of the office.

Y/N one, Harry zero.

You don’t give him much time to recover from your appearance at the office. A few days later, on Friday, you decide to take advantage of your dad’s pool, which is one of the reasons you spend so much time at his.

And of course because you love him.

Today however, you have a different reason to parade in his backyard in the tiniest bikini you own.

Your dad’s office has floor to ceiling windows watching over the glistening pool. Most of the time you try to avoid having a pool day when you know your dad is working from home, but Harry is here today, so that changes everything.

You saw him arrive a few hours ago from your room’s window and they are still working, so when you’re done with your own business calls you decide it’s time to go for a swim. The neon pink bikini you chose was worn last time in Miami on spring break when you were still in college, a wild weekend you’ll never forget, but you’ve changed since then and it’s not really your style, but it will serve the purpose the best. To help your success you ‘ve also covered your body in tanning oil, making you glisten in the sun.

Putting on your sunglasses you grab a towel and tanning oil and head outside.

It’s hot outside and you’re already planning to lie in the sun after a swim, the water glistening on your body. Putting on your best poker face you finally walk out and approach the pool. You know this place like the back of your hand, so you know exactly when you come into view from the office. Squaring your shoulders you keep your head high and walk up to one of the sunbeds, dropping your stuff down before striking a not too obvious pose as you put your hair up. Angling yourself just right, you catch a glimpse of what’s going inside and you need everything in you not to start grinning when you spot Harry not far from the window, staring at you like he is about to burst. Your dad is somewhere in the back on the phone, oblivious to the scene that’s happening so close to him.

The second act starts when you grab the tanning oil and start applying it, rubbing it into your skin, making a show out of it. Oh, how you wish you could see Harry’s face up close, but you have a good guess what’s happening in his mind and it’s very pleasing.

First, you lie down to tan some, normally you cover your head with a towel because of the heat and not care about how you look, but this time you try your best to look as if you just jumped out of a Sports Illustrated catalog.

Not long later it’s time to jump in the pool. You swim a few laps before emerging from the cold water and returning to your sunbed, all while imagining what could Harry be thinking right now.

You’re still chilling in the sun when you hear the sliding door open and spot your dad walking out. For a moment you freeze, afraid he might tell you off for using the pool when he is working with someone in his office, but he seems delighted.

“Hey, I have to head out for a quick meeting, I’ll pick up lunch on my way home, want me to grab you something?”

“That would be great, thank you,” you smile at him peeking over the rim of your sunglasses.

“Harry is here, so don’t be surprised if you run into him. He’ll probably stay in the office.”

“Alright.”

With that he turns around and disappears in the garage. You hear the engine start and then he drives away, leaving you and Harry as the only people in the house. Not to make it obvious, you turn to look inside the office, but you’re surprised to see that Harry is not there anymore. Has he left the house as well? Did your plan not work after all?

It’s starting to get too hot outside and you didn’t bring anything to drink so you decide to give up and go inside. Heading into the kitchen all you can think about is a glass of cold lemonade.

Rummaging through the fridge you grab the bowl of fruit salad you made yesterday and brought over and as you’re balancing everything in your hands and pushing the fridge’s door closed with your hips, it scares you when you see Harry standing behind you by the kitchen island.

“Jesus, are you a fucking ninja? I didn’t hear you.”

Walking closer you set everything down to the island and pretend like your pulse is not over the roof. Not just because of the scare, but because he looks incredibly good. FItted pants and simple white shirt, the top few buttons are undone, showing a glimpse of his chest, the sleeves are rolled up, allowing you to check out his tattoos as well. God, if you weren’t trying to teach him a lesson you would be all over him already.

It makes you feel better though that he is definitely checking you out as well. He is not trying to mask it too much, his eyes keep wandering down your body that’s still only covered at the most crucial parts by your tiny swimwear.

“Having a day off?” he leisurely asks, hiding his hands in his pockets as he leans against the island next to you.

“Nope, my work is pretty flexible. I’m mostly my own boss.”

You see him nod from the corner of your eyes as you dig into the fruit salad, trying to act casual and ignore the fact that you’re in a hot pink bikini while he is dressed for work.

“So how long are we going to play this?” he then asks out of the blue.

You know exactly what he is talking about, but you won’t give in that easily. With your hands on your hips you turn to face him with an innocent look on your face and you don’t miss how his eyes snap down to your chest, then to your lips before they move back to your eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A tiny little smile tugs on the corner of his lips as he looks away, out to the terrace where the pool’s glistening surface is probably reminding him of the show you gave him not long ago.

“Is this supposed to be punishment?”

“Did you do something you deserve punishment for?” you tilt your head to the side.

He opens his mouth to reply, but then decides against it, just stares back at you and you wish you could read his mind. He pushes himself away from the island and starts to walk away, you take it as your wind or this round, so you turn back to your snack, but then suddenly he moves back and cages you between his arms, his hands gripping the counter on either side of you. He is behind you now, not even touching you anywhere, but still, it’s as if he was everywhere on your body. Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his low voice in your ear.

“If you want to play, I’m happy to play along. But be careful, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

This should be the perfect moment for a clever remark, but your mind is so fogged up you can’t articulate one solid thought. He moves back and you feel his presence disappear from behind you before you see him walking back towards the office, but before he could disappear he shoots one last comment at you.

“Pink looks good on you!”

He did not joke when he said he would play along.

So far, only you’ve been playing this game, but since your little pool side performance, Harry has definitely turned it up on his side as well.

He has been pretty subtle so far. The bastard has noticed that his tattoos make you droop, that you love to check out his backside whenever he is wearing fitted pants and those smirks… they make you weak in the knees every damn time. And he takes every opportunity to use these against you whenever you run into each other.

You’ve been dropping by your dad’s office a lot more often than usually in hopes of seeing Harry and he’s been a frequent guest at your dad’s house as well. Stolen looks, tiny touches and never ending teasing have become your usual lately and you’ve been enjoying it way too much probably.

It’s been pretty long since you had a crush and it’s an exciting change to have this little thing going on with Harry, whatever it really is.

The major change is that you’ve started to text again. A few days after your encounter in your dad’s kitchen the flow started again and you’ve been talking ever since. It’s like before the failed date.

Two weeks pass by and you realize it’s been only small little games, nothing extreme since your show at the pool. You’ve been trying to come up with a move that will leave him defeated and a shopping spree with Dani is what gives you the idea.

She always makes you go lingerie shopping, she likes to surprise her boyfriend with new sets and while looking around you find one that catches your eyes and you end up buying it with the pure intention of making it part of your game.

You’ve never been that big of a fan of fancy lingerie sets, but you do know it’s what you need to spice the game up.

When you’re finally home you put on the quite revealing black set, fix your hair and even look up what poses are the best if you want to send racy pictures to your partner. Well, Harry is not your romantic partner, but definitely your partner in this game.

You take quite a few pictures, some in the mirror, some with a timer, your camera roll turns into the newest issue of PlayBoy and it takes even more time for you to choose just one. When you finally settle on one it’s time for the fun part. Opening up the text threat with Harry, you send the photo and a few moments later a text.

Y/N: Sorry, meant to send it to someone else.

And then you just wait.

For an hour your message stays unread, but then the status changes and your heart jumps into your throat. He saw the message eleven minutes ago, but there’s no response and it sends you down the rabbit hole.

Did your plan work? Is he fighting a major hard-on at the office? Or does he think your attempt to seduce him was ridiculous? Is he gonna lecture you about sending nudes? Why is he not responding???

Minutes turn into an hour and you’re losing hair at this point, regretting you even thought about sending him a spicy picture and you’re about to block his number, getting yourself ready to never see him again when your phone finally chimes with a message and Harry’s name appears in the notification.

HARRY: No. Shit like this can only be meant for me. I’m serious.

You gasp. Almost moan reading his words. And suddenly you forget about the madness you went through in the past hour. It was worth it, it was all worth it because this one message has lit you on fire.

His message stunned you so much you didn’t even reply. What could be said after that?

Got it, sir.

Or maybe…

Don’t tell me what to do.

Oh yeah, that would have really messed with him, but you chose silence and he didn’t double text you either. It stopped the flow of regular messages too and in the next three days you realize how much you miss him when you’re not talking.

You’re falling for him and you hate that beside the little games, he is not taking the step you want him to.

A few days after the picture was sent an old friend of yours comes to visit his family in the city and the two of you agree to catch up over dinner. Salim was your study buddy through college, he was always up to spend the entire day in the library whenever you had a theoretical exam to take. Art school wasn’t just painting and creating all the time, unfortunately. After graduation he moved to France with his boyfriend and has been living there for the past years, but he often comes home to visit his loved ones and he always makes time for you as well. You’ve been keeping in touch, but not as regularly as you used to and it’s great to talk when you’re not only in the same time zone but also in the same room.

“Look at you! You’re glowing!” he greets you when you get out of the Uber and he wraps you in a tight hug.

“Not as much as you! I see Claude is taking good care of you!” you chuckle, squeezing him back before letting go of each other. He looks stylish as always and you notice he’s starting to dress more and more like Claude, whose style is excellent, by the way. They fit each other really well.

You walk into the restaurant, it’s one of your favorite places and the host shows you your table. You order appetizers and drinks and dig into everything you haven’t discussed over the phone in the past couple of months.

“Now, tell me about that Tinder guy you last mentioned,” Salim smirks at you over the table and you realize you never told him the whole story, just that you were going on a date with Harry.

A lot has happened since then.

You update him about the failed date and the meeting at the barbeque and how you’ve been messing with each other since then.

“You did what?” He almost chokes on his wine.

“I sent him a nude picture,” you repeat yourself with a coy smile.

“You’re really brave, I would have never had the balls,” he snorts.

“I needed to step my game up. But we’ve been stuck since then.”

“He’s too busy jerking off to your photo,” he chuckles.

“No,” you smile. “Maybe he is… here.”

Your eyes grow wide when you spot the all too familiar form of Harry by the bar and he is staring at you with a bewildered look that does things to you that you can’t exactly explain.

“What?” Salim’s face forms a confused frown.

“He is… literally here. At the bar and don’t turn around, but he is looking straight at us.”

Your body is reacting as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, but nothing like that is happening, so you’re not sure why your reaction is so intense. Luckily, discretion is no problem for Salim, so he turns to see Harry in a way that’s not too obvious. When he looks back at you his eyes are just as wide as yours.

“Holy shit, he really is hot!”

“I know!” you whisper, not sure what to do, because Harry is still very much staring at you. “Fuck, should I say hi?”

“No, let him come to you if he wants to!”

Nodding, you try your best to focus on the food and your friend in front of you, but it’s almost impossible when you can clearly see Harry over Salim’s shoulder. Either he keeps staring at you or you always catch him looking, doesn’t matter, because it makes your stomach drop every time your gaze meets his.

Then your phone lights up with a text from him.

HARRY: I hope it’s not a date.

“Oh my God, he thinks we are on a date,” you whisper to Salim upon reading the text while keeping your face as straight as humanly possible.

“Is he jealous?”

“Most likely,” you nod, typing your response.

Y/N: And what if it is?

His reply comes before you could even lock the phone.

HARRY: It better not be.

Y/N: So bossy. Unfortunately, you have no right to hold me back from dating.

“I think I stood my ground, but I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Placing the phone back to the table with screen down you’re determined to focus on Salim from now on, but it’s just impossible to move on from those texts. At some point however, Harry disappears from your view and you fight the urge to check your phone to see if he had any response.

While Salim is trying to decide if he wants some dessert or just another cocktail you excuse yourself to the restroom. It’s definitely been an emotional rollercoaster, not just your usual friendly catch-up, you’ll surely be thinking about it for a while.

Just as you’re about to close the door behind you a foot sticks in and stops you and then everything happens so fast.

The door is forced open and you gasp as you take a step back and watch Harry walk in, close the door behind him and lock it as well. His eyes are burning as he looks at you and you’re just a speechless ragdoll as he pushes you against the cold, tiled wall, caging you between his arms, his hips pressing against yours.

“Who is he?” he hisses at you, his pupils dilated and wild and you’ve never seen him from this close, you’re basically breathing the same air.

“He’s…” You can’t speak or form any words, the air is pushed out of your lungs every time you try to fill them enough to give you the strength to speak up. Fuck, you’ve never seen him like this, but it’s making your pussy throb for sure.

“Answer me or I’ll go out and make a scene to find out.”

“He’s just a friend,” you manage to breathe out.

“Are you fucking him?”

“No.” You want to tell him that you couldn’t even if you wanted to, because Salim would be more interested in fucking him than you, but the words die on your tongue when he exhales sharply at your answer.

“Fuck your little games, Y/N,” he then says, almost growls as he shakes his head in defeat.

“Fuck me instead,” you hear yourself saying, but it’s as if it wasn’t you who spoke, yet you still said exactly what you had in your mind.

HIs eyes are throwing flames again when one of his hands moves to the side of your neck, his thumb moving under your chin to tilt your head upwards, angling your head, but still just teasing you.

“No more games.”

“No,” you shake your head desperately. Your hands have found their way to his waist and you fist his shirt, fighting the urge to rip it off him.

“I mean it, Y/N. It’s all in or nothing. I want you to be mine.”

“I’m already yours.”

His kiss comes so fast your head goes dizzy for a second before you recover and return it just as eagerly as it came. It’s been the longest foreplay, weeks worth of teasing and yearning after each other end now as Harry’s body presses you against the wall with so much force it’s almost too much, but you want him as close as possible.

Even though you’re certain you’ve lost your mind, your consciousness still knows you’re in a public bathroom and you have limited time. Harry knows too and he wastes no time moving you over to the counter, he hoists you up and sits you on top of the granite next to the sink. You gladly wrap your legs around his waist and lock him against you while his mouth is now exploring the curve of your neck and shoulders, desperately pushing the straps of your dress to the side to reach more of your skin. Your body is reacting instantly to him, your hips roll against him and you feel his bulge between your legs, a tortured moan slipping out of your mouth.

“Harry!” you beg him, when his hand slips under your dress and into your underwear, his skilled fingers teasing you just right, but you need him fast and hard, this is not the time and place to play games.

“I wish I could take my time with you,” he grunts before playfully biting the soft skin on your neck while unbuckling his belt. “But I’m gonna fuck you fast and you’ll take it like the good little slut you are.”

All you can do is whine and force your legs further apart, watching him push his pants and underwear down in one motion, his cock springing free, ready to ruin you. Harry pushes your dress up your torso and hooks a finger into your panties, pushing the fabric to the side to reveal your drenched pussy.

“Have you thought about me while touching yourself?” he asks, his other hand going to his cock, lazily tugging on it, precum dripping from the tip.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He jerks on his cock a few more times before spitting on it and pushing inside you without warning. A scream dies in your throat, because you bite into your own hand not to make too much noise, but he is definitely bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, his erection is filling you up, stretching you like nothing and no one before.

“Don’t whine, I know you can take it,” he pants, his eyes rapidly switching between your face and his cock buried balls deep inside you.

All you can do is nod before he starts moving. He gives you a few slow thrusts to adjust, but then he picks his pace up and starts slamming into you ruthlessly.

And you love every moment of it.

It’s so animalistic, so intoxicating, your head feels dizzy again and you need everything inside you not to start screaming his name. Normally you need more stimulation and time to feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, but it’s different with Harry. You can already feel your climax nearing.

“So fucking good, you take me so well,” he preaches you, his hands holding onto your thighs to keep you in place and you curl an arm around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, pressing your lips to his in a messy kiss.

“I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you in that bar.”

His words reach your brain and you process what he said, but you can’t reply at that moment, because you’re already on the verge of your orgasm.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your climax, he is the first one but you chase after him just seconds later. It lasts long and he keeps thrusting into you even when it’s dying down. His face is buried in your neck when he finally stops and you both are panting heavily.

When he lifts his head he’s looking at you with hazy eyes, but the smile that tugs on the corners of his lips is something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“You said you wanted to fuck me the moment you saw me at the bar,” you repeat his words from earlier now that you can actually form words. Judging from the look on his face he knows why you’re questioning him.

You never met at the bar, he stood you up that night.

“I went there,” he admits. “I saw that other guy flirting with you and… I didn’t think I stood a chance with you. So I left.”

You’re staring back at him in disbelief. All this time you thought he didn’t come because you weren’t good enough for him, but it was the opposite. He was there. He came and wanted to meet you, but lost his confidence because of that random guy.

“You’re the only person who ever stood a chance with me,” you softly say as you reach up to take his face in your hands.

“I thought I was too old for you.”

“But I knew you were older all along,” you chuckle. “It was never an issue for me.”

“I know,” he admits with a sigh. “I fucked up, I’m sorry.” He kisses you softly and it’s mind-blowing how he was fucking you hard just moments ago and now he is treating you so gently.

“I need to go back, Salim will get suspicious,” you sigh as you slip off the counter, trying to fix yourself.

“Oh, your date is waiting for you,” he teases you, pulling his pants back up.

“He is gay, Harry,” you chuckle and watch his expression change.

“Okay, I approve.”

You laugh and pull him down for another kiss.

“Should we talk about this after?”

“I can come over when you get home.”

“I’m afraid we won’t do much talking if you do that,” you grin at him, arching an eyebrow.

“Promise, I’ll be a gentleman for at least thirty minutes. That should be enough for all the talking.”

“Uhuh, alright. See you at mine then,” you nod before slipping out of the bathroom.

The plates are empty, dinner is now officially nearing its end but you still haven’t broken the news to your dad.

The news that you and Harry are together.

He is sitting across from you at the table, his hesitant eyes finding your gaze every other minute. He is shitting his pants, you know that, even though you told him your dad will probably take it well. He is not one to stress about such things, but Harry didn’t believe you, he thinks he’ll throw him out of the company and tell you to never see him again.

Absurd.

Clearing your throat you decide it’s time for the announcement.

“Dad, I want to tell you something,” you speak up and panic flashes through Harry’s face for a moment, but he’s quick to mask it.

“Alright, I’m listening,” he smiles at you.

“Okay, I’ll just… Um, I want you to know that I’ve been dating someone. It’s kind of… serious,” you add, your eyes finding Harry over the table and you don’t miss the blush on his cheeks.

“That’s amazing! Do I know this person?” your dad enthuses.

“Well, you know him very well. He is actually sitting here at the table.”

You watch as realization washes over his face, he looks over at Harry and then back at you, while you both wait for his reaction.

Then a tiny smile appears on his face and you know you were right, there was nothing to worry about.

“That’s great news, I’m happy for you.”

Harry exhales in relief and you can’t help but laugh.

“See? I told you,” you smirk at him with a shrug.

“Are you sure you’re alright with it?” Harry asks, still a bit doubtful, but your dad just smiles at him warmly.

“I’m more than sure, son. Why would I not be alright with it? I trust you with my company, I trust you with my daughter too. Easy as it is.”

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yetanothergreyjedi · 1 year

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Ghosts of Our Pasts: Part 7

DPxDC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Sibling AU

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Part 7

"I saw you!"

"Good morning, Wes."

"What were you doing with Bruce Wayne?"

"...nothing?"

"I know he's Batman. And I saw you on the roof!"

"Whoa! Fentoina met Batman? Where you swapping super hero secrets? Did the Butts match?" Dash interjected, not believing a word Wes said.

Danny rolled his eyes as hard as he could, threw a few extra sausages on his plate and went to sit down.

"I think Wes is dreaming of me," Danny informed them.

"Oh no," Sam said, oh so helpfully.

Tucker stared down at his breakfast plate containing various meats. "Uh, creepy? "

"Maybe it's more like astrial projection, he was definitely asleep when I left, and when I got back, but he knew what I was doing."

"Oh, no."

"Sam!"

"You realize he probably already had abilities, and we just didn't notice because Amity Park?" She pointed out.

"Well, I'm realizing. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

"Can we not trauma dump over breakfast?"

---

Edward Lancer had assumed that the lack of 'I'm technically an adult so's were because his students understood the dangers of Gotham. He was wrong, they had simply been waiting for the most effective moment to utterly crumble his argument. That was how one group was split into 4, one for each chaperone.

His group had been in a former supervillain's lair (and it was a lair, even Edward knew what a lair felt like.) for hours. Technically rehabilitated, sure, Edward wasn't going to judge the doctor for past actions, but he wasn't going to feel safe until he left the gardens either.

Ms. Manson didn't seem to mind as she regarded the next plant in the line. She would consider it for a few moments, say some things to the friends that trailed behind her and either move on, or have a one-sided? conversation with it. Tucker and Daniel had their hands clasped behind their backs like young children, they had not touched anything since arriving at the garden. Wes was regarding them all suspiciously, but seemed to be growing tired. The rest of the group had left when another Casper High group arrived, finished the garden tour in a normal hour, and had decided to go somewhere else.

Edward was not suprised when Dr. Pamela Isley strolled purposefully down the aisle, directly to where Samantha stood. Lancer missed whatever the two women had said to each other in his rush to get closer.

"Nah, I fall closer to winter than anything. The Green tends to take offense to my existence." Mr. Fenton told the Doctor. She nodded agreeably and looked to Mr. Foley.

"Same as him but with Tech. I've never tried doing something with plants and I don't plan too."

She looked to Edward, he froze.

"He's just a teacher." Said Ms. Manson, and the lair's owner turned her attention away from him. He it would probably feel offensive if he didn't feel so relieved.

---

Damian should not have his phone on him; he was in class. His phone buzzed, and Damian was glad he'd chosen to ignore the rule.

Dany had sent a picture, a selfie. In it he was clearly trying not to laugh as Condiment King rampages in the background.

Dany: do I do something? With a little thyme I'm sure I can mustard something up.

Damian almost double checked that a sibling hadn't rearaged his contacts, but the selfie proved this was all Dany... who was facing Condiment King as a civilian...

He did not have time to alert Signal before the next text was received.

Dany:kszkksskmssbsh

Damian: Dany?! Do you require medical assistance?!

Dany: I'm good lmao

Dany: the man sauced Lancer

Dany: one sec

-Dany sent a video-

Damian raised his hand, asking to be excused. Far too much time passed before he reached a place he could watch it in peace. He could not be interrupted if he was to coordinate a plan of action. He pressed play.

The Condiment King sat shamefaced in a restaurant seat as Dany's teacher lectured him on life choices. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said over the snickers from his classmates. The video panned over the briefly before ending. Wait... was that... ?!

Damian: Dany...

Dany: I spell it with 2 n's

Damian: Danny...

Dany: yes?

Damian: that is Poison Ivy at your table...

Dany: She took us out for lunch :D!

---

This guy was an idiot, Dash thought. He and Kwan had cut through an alley, and now this guy was trying to rob them; at knife point! Them! Two burly football players from Amity Park, and this guy was trying to rob them with this little 4 inch knife!

"Uh, no thanks," Kwan said in disbelief.

"I said hand over your—"

Dash tilted his head, "Buddy, the Box Ghost is more threatening than this,"

"I'm pretty sure the box knife is sharper too," Kwan added. "We need to be on the other side of this alley, so if you could do this later?"

The man sputtered and aimed at Kwan, taking the polite dismissal like fighting words. Kwan rolled his eyes, sidestepping, and Dash snatched the knife out of his hand.

They kept walking, continuing the discussion on how football would be different in college.

The man didn't try to stop them again.

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Lester: Great news!

Mikey: ?

Lester: My greatest fear is no longer failing the STAs!

Mikey: makes sense, since we already took it. Mikey: What made you realize?

Lester: Oh, some guy with a bag on his head gassed the street.

Mikey: that's why my parents said I couldn't go.

Lester: Fright's sword was worse to be honest, Our group is heading back to the hotel to sleep it off.

Mikey: How's that?

Lester: Not the first time I've been in a vehicle with shadow monsters.

Lester: Did you see they're making a Doom the Movie?

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"I disarmed it,"

"You disarmed it," the officer repeated

"Yeah," the young woman sounded more like she was saying 'duh' . "Wasn't even that complicated! I didn't even need Star's help."

"It was a lame bomb." The blond, Star, agreed.

"Super lame! Everyone always makes Gotham out to be soooo dangerous, but a toddler could dismantle this!" The Latina woman kicked some electrical components with a high heeled foot. "Let's get out of here, find some place interesting!"

---

* group chat created *

Danny: A group chat with 47 people, delightful

Dick (this is his name lol): It's not that bad...

Tim: sibling groupchat

Danny: Cool, can I add my sisters?

* multiple people are typing *

Only 2 of 4 chaperones still have adequate knowledge of where their group has split off to. Lancer because he is hypervigulant and half his group went joined another group.

Group 2's chaperone because they got gassed and decided it was a good day for a midday nap and their students agreed.

Everyone else is in the wind and will show up at dinner.

STA stands for school testing acronym, I'm so creative!

@shyrebeldonutpickle *bonks you on the head with my creep stick* no threatening in my replies!

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 5 months

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And All the Pieces Fall Right Into Place

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 2

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

3.7k words

Warnings: Language, adults drinking adult things, a smidge of slut-shaming, sexual references, immature adults, Roy being Roy

Holi Dani! I’m back in town. Let’s get together tonight! I miss you!

Under April’s watchful eye, I typed my text to Dani Rojas and hit send. I knew full well that the Greyhounds had a game; Keeley Jones had sent me their schedule, after all. Step one of the most insane idea in the world was officially in motion.

“Remember, you can’t seem too desperate,” April reminded me as we lounged in my living room. “We don’t want it to be obvious that you’re fishing for an invite. Just be really subtle, like ‘Oh you have a match? Wow I’ve never been to one.’ You know?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know, I know.”

Bzz!

Dani’s quick response would have been surprising if it was anyone else; but Dani Rojas was the friendliest, most accommodating person I knew. Since we first met at a party for some tequila brand back in L.A., Dani and I immediately clicked. Our paths crossed frequently enough in London, and I considered him one of my favorite people in England. We bonded over our shared desire to find good pan dulce in London and how much we missed our big, crazy families when we were away. It wouldn’t be too hard to finagle an invitation to his game, right?

Aww chula, I wish! I’ve got a fútbol match tonight.

Just as I was crafting a text that would score me a ticket to Nelson Road, another message came in.

You should come!

“Well, shit,” I laughed, showing April my screen. “That was almost too easy.”

My assistant- sidekick and soulmate, I preferred to call her- chuckled and started typing on her own phone. “I’ll let Keeley and Lanie know that our mission is complete. And I’ll take care of getting your ticket. All you have to worry about now is looking hot and having a good meet-cute.” She paused, pursing her lips. “You and Kent… you two can flirt with each other, right?”

“The heck’s that supposed to mean?” I snorted as I texted Dani back, letting him know that I would love to go to his game.

She shrugged. “You two just didn’t seem to like each other very much.” Her matter-of-fact tone held no emotion. “You’re going to have to pull some Daniel Day-Lewis level acting for this to work.” April grinned at me. “I mean, your goal is to get an EGOT, right? Maybe your Oscar will be for acting.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as Dani texted me back, all excitement. “Well, just call me Meryl, because that’s how good my acting will have to be to get people to think I’m into someone like Roy Kent.”

April’s face softened. “You’ve gotta admit,” she said slowly, “he’s pretty cute.”

“Cute?” I rolled my eyes. “I mean, sure, I could see how he could be considered handsome by some people. I could totally see him with models and shit. But if you’re worried about me falling for the guy, don’t stress.” I slouched further into my couch. “No way in hell am I falling for Roy freaking Kent.”

Keeley grinned and showed her phone to Roy. “She got Dani to invite her!” she hissed to the manager as they ate lunch together in his office. “Everything’s going according to plan.”

“Yeah,” Roy muttered flatly as he poked at his food. “Great.”

What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He hated this kind of shit, the paparazzi and attention. And he hated her party-girl lifestyle, always out at clubs. And what the fuck were they supposed to talk about on the dates Keeley would surely make them go on? He liked football, hanging out with Phoebe, reading… What did she like? Flirting with scrawny rockstars? Stealing her best friend’s boyfriend (according to the tabloid he’d noticed at the store that morning)? Her Malibu Barbie Dreamhouse, or wherever it was she lived when she was in Los Angeles? And he was going to have to endure months of this. Fucking hell.

But it was for Keeley, he reminded himself as he watched the blonde munch happily on her salad. She’d asked him to do something, something she knew he’d hate, and he said ‘yes’ without complaint. That had to mean something, right? Surely that would earn him a few points with her, maybe even enough to forget about the whole ‘pick one’ shit he and Jamie had pulled. She’d definitely see how above and beyond Roy was willing to go for her and remember why she had loved him, wouldn’t she?

Besides, seeing him with an admittedly gorgeous popstar on his arm might even make Keeley a smidge jealous.

“It’s gonna work.” Keeley’s reassuring voice penetrated his thoughts. “I know it is. You wouldn’t believe who’s gotten away with this scheme. You know that actor from-”

I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Roy stood, frowning in the direction of the suddenly bolstering changing room. “What the fuck is that?”

Keeley grinned as she hopped up and followed his gaze to the sight of Jamie and Colin and a few other guys shaking their hips and singing along. “Your new girlfriend,” she whispered with a wink. “Come on, Roy, you know this one. It was only her big hit last summer.”

“Hmmph.” Yeah, he recognized the catchy tune that still seemed to always be on the radio all these months later; Phoebe’d made him play it about twenty times in the car just that week. But why the fuck was his team screeching it while they got ready for their afternoon training?

Jamie’s smile widened at the sight of Roy and Keeley. “Oi! Did ya hear Dani’s news?”

“What’s up?” Keeley asked, as if she didn’t know exactly what Jamie was about to say.

Sure enough, Jamie pointed in the direction of Colin’s little speaker, where the music was blasting from. “She’s comin’! To our game tonight!” He looked just about ready to do a cartwheel. “Apparently, she and Dani are buddies, and he invited her to watch us! Can you believe it?”

“You’re kidding!” Keeley gasped convincingly, smacking Jamie on the arm. “How the fuck did he never tell us they’re friends?” She glanced at Roy before turning back to Jamie. “D’you reckon he’ll get her to go out with you boys tonight? Or is she too famous for our little Greyhounds?”

Richard appeared over Jamie’s shoulder. “I hope so,” he sighed. “She recently broke up with her boyfriend.” He waggled his eyebrows. “She’ll be looking for a rebound, no?”

Roy rolled his eyes. Shit, was this going to be an even bigger distraction than he thought, he realized. For the millionth time since he stood in Keeley’s office and signed the NDA, Roy was regretting this decision. But when he saw the excitement shining in Keeley’s eyes as she watched the Greyhounds dance around, he couldn’t help the soft sigh he let out.

Fuck, he hoped it was worth it.

I took one last look in the mirror. Little jean skirt, black leather jacket, boots. April had assured me that the outfit was perfect: casual enough for a game, stylish enough for a night out with the team, hot enough to catch the attention of Roy Kent. Or at least, look like I’d caught the attention of Roy Kent.

The car ride to Nelson Road was quicker than I’d expected, and the walk to my seat was a blur of phones taking photos and my name gasped out of people’s mouths. I wondered if, with all the time I’d be spending at Nelson Road in the coming weeks, the reaction would die down. Or if, like Keeley Jones had implied towards the end of our first meeting, my presence would lead to a spike in attendance.

She seemed to be hoping for the latter, because she made sure my seat was very visible: right by the pitch, close to the Greyhounds’ dugout. Even if I wasn’t the biggest soccer fan, I had to admit it was exciting being so close to the field; I quickly snapped a few pictures to send to my family, who would appreciate the view much more than I ever could.

When the team came out, I joined in the enthusiastic cheers and screams, shouting Dani’s name loudly. His face lit up when he spotted me, and I saw him nudging his teammates and pointing in my direction. Keeley had warned me about their reactions; indeed, they were grabbing each other and making faces similar to the ones my nephew made when he saw Mickey Mouse on his first trip to Disneyland.

“Whistle!”

The two syllables slammed against my ears. There he was, no longer in the black leather jacket I’d met him in, but instead wearing a dark blue Greyhounds jacket. One of the players- Jamie Tartt, I remembered- started animatedly talking to a very bored-looking Roy Kent. With one of those eyerolls that I knew I’d have to get used to seeing, he turned in my direction.

Despite my initial instinct to roll my own eyes, I instead forced myself to hold his gaze for a moment. A horrified thought suddenly struck me: Could Roy Kent pull this off?

Then his mouth tugged upwards in the corner, forming an admittedly sexy little smirk. In return, I let my eyes wander down his figure, taking in the way his jacket hugged his muscular arms and the way his pants hugged thick thighs. Damn. If I hadn’t already met him, if I hadn’t already discovered what a cranky and irritable grouch Roy Kent was, I’d probably be attracted to his smug expression and athletic build. He wasn’t my usual type, but I couldn’t deny that he was, frankly, kind of gorgeous.

He gave me a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his team and shouting at them, his sharp yell reminding me that I was here for a reason. Remembering Keeley’s instructions, I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of photos of the pitch, making sure to get Roy and the other Greyhounds in the frame. I quickly posted the picture to my social media and tagged Dani in it, as Keeley had suggested.

With the “official business” out of the way, I relaxed in my seat and prepared to at least appear to look like I was enjoying the game. Figuring that there were eyes and cameras pointed in my direction, I made myself steal several glances at Roy Kent; he must have been thinking the same thing, because more than once, he was already looking over at me.

Roy sighed when he looked over at the corner where most of the Richmond players were assembled, practically falling over themselves to get in a word with her.

It was a bit perplexing, honestly. These men were professional athletes. They regularly dated models and actresses. But this singer, this popstar, had them falling all over themselves trying to chat her up. Sure, Roy thought, her level of fame was pretty fucking impressive. She’d won a couple of Grammys, her songs were constantly on the radio, and he’d heard her latest tour was practically impossible to get tickets for. So maybe some of their fawning was justified.

He glanced at his phone, wishing he was at home in bed already. With a deep exhale, he made a beeline for Dani; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could leave, he reasoned.

“Oi,” Roy grunted as he approached the striker. He nodded towards the swarm of players, doing his best to keep his trademark disinterested expression on his face. “You going to introduce me to your friend?”

Dani’s eyes sparkled knowingly. “You too, eh Coach?” He chuckled and clapped Roy on the shoulder. “Vámonos.”

Roy’s heart stuttered in his chest as he followed Dani to the corner of the club, where he saw, of all people, Jamie sitting close to the singer, murmuring something in her ear. She laughed at whatever he said and responded with a smile on her face. Her eyes flickered to Roy as he approached; was that… disappointment he saw?

If it was, it was only there for a fraction of a second. Just like on the pitch, her eyes trailed over his figure, a small smirk forming on her lips. If he didn’t know better, Roy would be intrigued by the boldness on her face, the uninhibited way she eyed him. In the back of his head, he couldn’t help feeling a bit smug when he saw the way Jamie’s brows furrowed as the striker looked back and forth between the two.

She kept her eyes on Roy as she stood up and stepped away from Jamie and the guys. She batted her lashes at Roy before turning to Dani, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Shit, Roy thought. She’s good at this.

“Chula,” Dani said, smiling at his friend. “I want you to meet my coach, Roy.” He turned to Roy. “Coach, this is-”

Roy reached out and took her hand in his and shaking it slowly. “Only an idiot doesn’t know who you are,” he hummed, raising his eyebrows. “You caused quite a stir with my team, you know. You enjoy the match?”

She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. “I did. Sorry if I was a bit of a distraction.”

“I think you actually brought us luck.” Fucking hell, when was the last time Roy flirted like this? Was he doing it right? “You should come again sometime.”

Her smile widened as she tilted her head coyly. “Well, if that’s an invitation, maybe I will.”

Desperate to end this charade, Roy cleared his throat. “Have these fellas bought you a drink yet?” When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes playfully. “Fucking hell, guess I need to remind them what fucking manners look like.” With that, he placed his hand on her lower back and nodded towards the bar. “Come on, then.”

She winked at Dani and let Roy lead her to the bar, keeping that coy smile plastered on her face. Once they had ordered, she looked up at him, still smirking.

“Kent,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Watch your fucking hands.”

Sure enough, Roy realized that his hand was dangerously low, just above the curve of her ass. Shit.

Despite his embarrassment, Roy scoffed, although he did remove his hand. “You’re a natural at that flirting shit,” he all but sneered. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice, with all your shaggy little rockstar pricks.”

Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second as the bartender slid over her drink. Still, she kept her expression neutral; to anyone watching them, she looked as though she was enjoying their conversation. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her snarky tone contrasted with her sweet face. “Tell me more about the women who sell stories about your dick to the press and steal your watches?”

“Oi,” Roy growled as he picked his beer up off the bar. “That happened once, alright?”

“You mean it got into the papers once,” she grumbled, sipping her drink. She raised her eyebrows at him. “So, what’s the plan?”

Roy frowned. “Fuck d’you mean? We’re doing the fucking plan.”

She shook her head. “Like, are you going to ask me to dance? Are we taking off and going to a restaurant or some shit?” Roy avoided looking at the way her lips wrapped around her little straw as she sipped her drink. “Keeley said it’s up to us, just no going home together on the first night.” The little snort she gave would’ve been adorable coming from anyone else. “As if.”

“Well, I guess if we dance, we don’t have to fucking talk,” Roy muttered, doing his best to mirror her amiable expression; it was challenging, he realized, looking cheery while feeling irritated as hell. He downed the rest of his beer and practically slammed the empty bottle on the bar. “One song, alright? I don’t usually fucking dance.”

“Trust me,” she hummed, finishing the last of her drink. “For me, you’d make an exception.” Flashing what he assumed was her most winning smile, she took Roy’s hand and led him to the crowded dance floor.

On the dance floor, she pressed her body close to his, her movements teasing and natural. Everything about her- her hips, her smile, her eyes on his, the way her hands played with her hair flirtatiously- would have normally had Roy’s chest feeling tight with attraction.

She brought her lips to his ear, looking as though she was probably flirting with him. “I swear to God,” she hissed. “If you get a boner, I will fucking kill you.”

Yeah. Right.

Officially introduced? Check.

Flirted? Check.

Had a drink together? Check.

Danced? Check.

We’d gone through enough of the motions. There was no way I was going to spend more time with Kent than I had to; we’d be thrown together enough in the coming weeks once the “dating” began. Besides, Keeley had warned me that Roy didn’t like to stay out late anymore. He was probably even more ready to call it a night than I was.

Sure enough, after a couple of songs, he gave a small grunt and looked at his phone.

“Should get going,” he grumbled.

“Why?” I huffed, fluffing my hair. “Will you fall asleep right here on the dance floor soon?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a real ball of fucking sunshine?”

“That’s an improvement from nightmare.” I exhaled and tugged at his jacket. “C’mere.”

Roy’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“So I can say goodnight, you idiot. Someone’s bound to take a photo of this.” Not waiting for an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and planted a small, lingering kiss on his cheek. His face was warm, a little itchy from his beard, and now carried a little red mark from my lipstick. I smiled up at him and released his jacket. “Goodnight, Roy Kent,” I hummed.

He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod. “Right. Goodnight, then.” He reached down and gave my hand a squeeze before turning and walking away, his movements stiff and almost robotic.

Fighting the urge to childishly wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, I returned to the corner where the Greyhounds were gathered. Dani’s face lit up when I slid into the booth next to him and stole a sip of his drink.

“Did you have fun dancing with Coach Kent, amor?” he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.

I smirked at my friend. “He was very nice,” I declared with a playful eyeroll.

“Roy doesn’t normally dance,” one of the players- Colin- informed me. “And he usually doesn’t stay out this late.” He waggled his eyebrows at me over his beer. “Wonder why he came out tonight.”

Putting on my best coy smile, I leaned forward. “What about when his girlfriend comes out with you all? Doesn’t he dance with her?”

Immediately, all the men at the table shook their heads. “Roy doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Isaac, their captain, clarified. “He actually hasn’t really dated anyone since….” He glanced around the table. “Well, since he broke up with his serious girlfriend, Keeley.”

“Keeley?” I echoed without thinking. “Keeley Jones?”

Dani’s smile widened. “Oh, how do you know Keeley?”

Shit.

“I don’t,” I lied. “But I’ve heard of her. We’ve got some mutual friends. She’s a model, right?”

Isaac nodded. “She’s moved into PR, actually. Runs her own firm, works with the club. She’s brilliant.”

“And once upon a time, she and Roy were our OTP,” Colin sighed dreamily. “But they’re good friends now. Them and Jamie and their weird little dynamic.”

“Jamie dated her too,” Dani explained. “Before her and Roy got together.”

I nodded, slowly piecing together the story. “Jamie dated her too?” I chuckled, wondering why I felt like I should have been told all this ahead of time. “Gosh, she has a type, doesn’t she? Dating two guys from the same team.” I put my hands up and quickly added, “Not that I have the right to judge. I dated bandmates once, did not turn out well for the band.”

The guys laughed good-naturedly. As I was about to feign interest and ask another question about Roy, Jamie Tartt approached, plopping down on my other side and setting down a drink in front of me, his arm behind me on the booth casually.

“Finally escaped from Grandad, eh?” he joked, eyes twinkling playfully.

Damn. Normally, his pretty-boy looks and admittedly annoying swagger would be exactly what I wanted, and we’d probably have a fun couple of weeks in each other’s beds. But I needed to stick to the plan; besides, wasn’t I done with guys like this?

Offering the athlete nothing but a polite smile, I turned back to Dani and took my friend’s hand. “It was fun watching you play today,” I hummed. “Think I could come again? Become a Greyhounds fan?”

“Yes!” Dani kissed my forehead. “Please, amor, come to more of our games.” He nudged me. “I’m sure Coach Kent would not mind one bit.”

Hoping my smile was shy rather than obviously fake, I giggled. “He did tell me I brought you all luck,” I said slowly. I batted my eyelashes at Dani. “Don’t suppose you could pass along my phone number to him? I’d love to know which game he’d like me to bring luck to.”

The table fell into a dead silence, all eyes wide and mouths agape. After the guys exchanged looks that could only be described as utterly shocked, Colin finally cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “are you asking Dani to give Roy your phone number?”

Feigning innocence, I nodded. “Sure,” I chirped. “Is that alright? You all said he’s single, so…” I shrugged and turned to Dani. “Unless you think it’s too weird, chulo?”

“No, no,” Dani assured me. “I can give him your number.” He tilted his head at me. “You… you liked Coach Kent, then?”

Nope. Not at all. Not one fucking bit.

“Sure,” I giggled, hating myself. “I mean, as much as I can like a man after one drink and a couple of dances.”

His smile lit up the entire club as he lifted his drink. “Well, then Coach Kent is a lucky man. I will give him your number tomorrow, how does that sound?”

I tapped my glass to Dani’s. “Sounds like a plan.”

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hi!! your blog is so wonderful omg. i was wondering if you could write about fem!reader being jealous of jon’s close relationship with dany and him just reassuring her and all that? thank you <3

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Title: Young Hearts & Minds

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, jealousy, sappy romance, childish crush/young love, etc.

Taglist: @gruffle1

Summary: Set during S7 and then onto S8, Y/n is about to be reunited with her first love, only for a dragon queen to appear to be a problem.

Author’s Note: Thank you for the wait, anon. I hope you enjoy!

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Littlefinger likes to stick his fingers in every flavor of pie. When he told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n.

And why wouldn’t she? Sansa has known Y/n since they were children and have just recently been reunited. Y/n was another ward of House Stark and was raised alongside Ned and Catelyn’s children ever since she was one and ten. Thankfully, she did not have to endure the horrors of the Starks' fates since she was sent back to her own family’s keep to spend time with her parents before winter began. When word spread of Ned Stark’s imprisonment and then further beheading, Y/n’s parents kept her at home, knowing it would be a death sentence for their daughter if she were sent back to Winterfell.

When she heard about Jon Snow reclaiming Winterfell from the Boltons, Y/n had to return to Winterfell years later. She had to see the great walls of the Stark castle for herself, along with the reclaimed owners. When she arrived, she was tearfully greeted by Sansa and reunited with Arya and Bran. When she questioned where Jon was, Y/n was told that he went South to Dragonstone. Sansa told her old friend everything that’s happened since they last parted, right down to the very smallest detail. When she spoke of the Northerners calling Jon their King of the North, Y/n smiled to herself, happy and proud for Ned Stark’s bastard son.

As children, Y/n often found herself in Jon’s company, despite their different stations in life. Sansa didn’t like Jon when they were younger, but Y/n had always been a kind and sweet young lady. She enjoyed Jon’s company and over time, as they got older, they both were beginning to realize that this friendship was turning into an infatuation with each other. Y/n could easily say that Jon Snow was her first love. Yes, she was young and childish, with butterflies in her stomach whenever Jon was around, but she never considered her attraction to him foolish.

When Littlefinger told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n. He was no fool, and he saw the way Y/n smiled whenever Jon was mentioned. She even spoke of her excitement to see him again. However, when Y/n was told of the possibility of Jon and Daenerys forming a marriage alliance, her smile fell, and she even asked Sansa if she was certain. After that, Petyr watched as Y/n remained stoic and even ignorant on the topic right until his execution by Arya's hand.

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Jon finally came back home after spending so much time in the South, and with him, he brought armies from all corners of the world. With Daenerys at his side and two dragons flying overhead, Sansa also took into account the armies of Unsullied and Dothraki. Once introductions had been made, she also recognized Varys and Tyrion Lannister at the Targaryen Queen’s side. The Lady of Winterfell had her guests settle in before supper and caught Jon up on everything he missed while he was away. When she recounted all the houses who had come to the North’s aid, she mentioned Y/n’s. Jon visibly stiffened, staring into the fireplace of his half-sister’s room.

“Is she well?”

Sansa was stunned for the moment, before breaking the news to him, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Jon spun to stare at Sansa, struck dumb as she continued, “She was feeling ill before you arrived so she went to lie down. She’s in her old room now, like she never left.”

He immediately excused himself and left Sansa’s room, only to swiftly walk down the hall to what he remembered used to be Y/n’s. He could walk the way there blindfolded if someone asked him. He knew the route all too well. When he was young, he snuck to Y/n’s chambers as often as he could. Being young and naive, nothing scandalous came of it, but Jon and Y/n knew the fit Lady Catelyn would have if she ever found them innocently holding each other and kissing in bed.

What felt like hours was only minutes before Jon found himself just outside Y/n’s door, out of breath and feeling the sense of déjà vu. He felt as though he was frozen in a lake of icy cold waters again, like when he had fallen beyond the Wall, barely able to move or catch his breath. Fear struck him like a chill down to his bones, staring at the door between him and what he both feared and longed for. Before he could give into cowardice, he raised his fist and knocked.

Shuffling is heard behind the door, until the light pattern of footsteps draws closer and the door itself swings open, revealing the woman inside. Jon’s lungs begin to burn from lack of breath, completely blown away by the face of the young love he had once known. She was radiant, a woman grown with her face as lovely as the Mother, evolved from the goofy smiles and rounded cheeks from his childhood.

Y/n stared back at him with equal shock, breathless, standing still in her chemise and robe, loose hair falling over her shoulder like a waterfall. Neither of them speaks, taking in the other’s appearance like a goblet of wine. Slowly, Y/n rolls her lips and hesitants before breathing out, “Jon?”

A raging fire ignites and burns within him. Jon steps forward with his hands on either side of her face before she could blink. The kiss was fierce and full of unquenchable need, as if ice and fire was fighting for dominance, sizzling when making contact with one another. Y/n leaned into Jon’s kiss and his embrace, guiding him further into her room with her grip around his torso. Jon kicks the door shut with his boot as he breaks away from the kiss, catching his breath, all the while his gaze scans over her face standing so close to his. Their air mixed in the close proximity, unable to move away other than to tilt their heads to get a better look of each other.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Jon’s rapsy whisper sent chills down her spine, a fleeting smile etched onto her kiss bitten lips.

Y/n’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, lowering her gaze to watch her fingers play with a loose thread on his warm furs, “And I you. I’ve heard stories... but I didn’t wish to believe them.”

“What did you hear?”

“Your death, of course,” her full body shiver does not go unnoticed, Jon’s hands moving down her neck and steadily holding her shoulders, the warmth of his palms bleeding into the fabric of her sleeves, “Then your ressurection... then your war against the Boltons. My father said it was a fool’s errand, that no one could possibly win against them.”

“I wish I could say the stories were false,” Jon kept his voice low and soft, as if the fire lighting the shadows of her room could hear, “Apart from us not winning against the Boltons, that is.”

Y/n tilt her head at him, puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“I did die, Y/n, but I was brought back by Stannis Baratheon’s priestess.”

She searched his eyes, trying to scout out the lie, but she couldn’t find one. Unless he learned how to lie in all these years, Y/n couldn’t help but believe him, despite how impossible his words sounded, “And what of your titles? Are you Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch or are you King in the North?”

“Neither, or both, I suppose. My watch ended when I died... and I now serve a new queen.”

The reminder of Daenerys Targaryen felt like lead dragging her heart down to her stomach. Y/n swallowed down her nerves and tried her best to strengthen her posture, keeping her eyes on the direwolf symbol on his chest, “Then I can imagine you are now free to own lands, take a wife, and father children. You could take your queen’s hand, of course, since you are no longer a bastard.”

Jon, as always, doesn’t quite catch the meaning of her words, nodding solemnly once a thought dawned on him. His once relieved, heartfelt expression drains into his usual brooding self, “Aye. I’m not a bastard. I am so much more than that... I have to tell you something, but you have to swear that you won’t tell a soul. Not even Sansa.”

The weight of his voice worried Y/n, but she otherwise straightened her spine with curiousity, “... What is it?”

“My true parentage came into question recently. Bran sent me a letter along with my friend Sam’s confirmation. They found proof that I am not Ned Stark’s true bastard. I’m his nephew.”

“Nephew?” Y/n rapidly tries recalling history of the Stark family tree in her head, information spouting out of her lips all at once as she tried to make sense of this, “You are too young to be Brandon Stark’s son, and unless he broke his vows, you couldn’t be Benjen’s. And Lyanna-!”

Y/n caught the brief bloom of pain behind Jon’s eyes before it disappeared, then she was able to put the pieces together from there, remembering the last days of Robert’s Rebellion as the history books say. Her eyes soften into pity, feeling the sadness and lost grief radiating off her first love, “Lyanna...”

“Lyanna Stark wasn’t kidnapped. Sam found proof that Rhaegar Targaryen annulled his marriage to Elia Martell and married Lyanna in secret. They had a son... but both of them had died before they could meet him. Lyanna knew that Robert Baratheon would kill her son and so she tasked her brother, Ned Stark, to care for him as his bastard.”

Y/n’s hand trails up to Jon’s face as her bewildered eyes take in this new bit of information. Her fingers lightly trail over scars she didn’t recognize from their shared childhood. Jon closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, catching the rays of her warmth and intently listening to the soft sound of her voice, “Then you are not a bastard... you’re not even a lord,” she was in disbelief, huffing a small gust of air as she took in the details of the man’s face in front of her, “You’re the Heir to the Iron Throne.”

“I don’t want it, Y/n,” Jon’s eyes open and his grip slowly tightened around her frame, afraid she would disappear, “My goal was to only ever protect the North. Daenerys knows this.”

“You told her?”

“I had to. She’s family.”

The words sink in, before Y/n scoffed to herself, hope slowly peeking through, “I thought...”

“You thought what?”

Y/n looked back up at him, suddenly feeling shy and foolish, “Sansa and I heard that you might wed her for the alliance.”

Jon couldn’t help the small, breathy laugh that escaped him, shaking his head, “I do love her, but not like that.”

He inched closer to Y/n until their bodies were touching, taking her breath away as Jon’s hands traveled back up her shoulders to cup her face again, forcing her to look at him directly in the eyes. He looked so vulnerable, his heart practically bleeding out through his eyes and words, “I have only ever loved one woman... and I knew I could never have her as long as I was a bastard and she was a lady. So I left. I joined the Night’s Watch. If I couldn’t have her, then I would never want another woman.”

“Jon...” Touched, Y/n leaned up into his space, closing her eyes as she kissed him once more, softer and slower, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Their lips part again but neither pull out of the other’s space, noses brushing together as the lady gasped quietly, emotions quivering in her words, “I was afraid I had dreamt it all. When you left, I began to doubt you ever loved me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jon tilt his head up and kissed her forehead, eyes squeezing shut with guilt and regret, “I knew I couldn’t say goodbye to you. It would be too much.”

She leans into his body more, feeling secured as his arms fully wrap around her. Grateful of this reunion, Y/n didn’t want to ever let go of him again, “So what happens now? Daenerys intends on taking the throne from Cersei. Will you help her?”

“Once we’ve defeated the Night King, yes.”

“And then what?”

“Then Daenerys rules. I have her written promise that the North will remain an independant kingdom, but we both have agreed that should she ever need aid, the North will answer the call.”

“So then you will still be King in the North?”

“If the Northerners allow it. I don’t think I made any of them happy by bringing two dragons, Dothraki hordes, a Targaryen Queen, and a Lannister here.”

Y/n laughs quietly, “They’ll forgive you once we survive the Long Night.”

“And... should we survive,” Y/n leaned her head back to stare into his knowing gaze, his eyebrows raised in silent question, “The King in the North will need a Queen?”

Warmth flooded her face and neck, a wide smile blooming. Y/n, feeling giddy and incredibly happy, felt a tease escaping her mouth as her eyes twinkle in mischief, “Oh? But you’re doing so well on your own!”

Jon smiled boyishly, a little bashful like he was when they were younger. His amused huff brushes her cheek as he leans close to her ear, “Not well enough. I could be so much more with you by my side. I would cherish the title of your husband far more than any title a kingdom could give me. Please, Y/n. I will not lose you again. When this is over... marry me.”

She closed her eyes, relishing in this moment, smiling even as she kissed the corner of his lips, “Of course, Jon... My Jon.”

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fr3sh-tragedies · 1 year

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Requited Love

[Resident Evil: Village] Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Spoilers for the game, angst, mentions of past trauma, death, anxiety.

[A/N]: This was a prompt swap with one of my friends, and I've written one more from this challenge with her for Samantha Giddings, though I don't plan to post it anytime soon. I have a masterlist in my drafts that lists all of the characters I want to write for, but I'd like to post three stories for each of those characters before I upload the masterlist--that way I can figure out which ones I will actually write for, and which ones I won't.

Enjoy!

“C’mon, Aunt Donna! I’m telling you: if you take her out on a date like that, she’ll have to say yes!” Daniela chirped excitedly from her seat against the armrest of the sofa. Bela elbowed her gently in the arm, scoffing and shaking her head. “Dani, [Y/N] shouldn’t feel pressured to say she feels the same way. She should have every reason to feel comfortable enough to say no if she’s not interested.” She turned to Donna, who had been fidgeting with her fingers. “Of course,” the blonde said in a much softer tone, “I don’t have any doubts that she won’t reciprocate your feelings. I’ve seen just how thrilled and lively she gets whenever your name is even mentioned.” The doll-maker’s head perked up at this, her shoulders tensed as she stared with pure hope behind her veil at the eldest daughter.

Angie jumped up onto the sofa and bounced on top of Bela’s lap. “Really?” She squealed. Bela smirked knowingly at her as she side-glanced at Donna. “Yes, of course.” Daniela leaned forward. “Yeah! She really does love you, Auntie! We’ve all seen it–even Cassandra! Right, Cass?” She turned to her older sister, who was seated at the far end of the couch with her arms crossed, seemingly disinterested. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. It’s sickening to see how oblivious the two of you are around each other,” she retorted. Bela sent her a threatening glare. “Cass, watch it. It’s not their fault they’re too nervous to confess. Rejection is a painful thing to experience.”

The brunette turned to her. “Yeah, I know, but they aren’t going to reject each other. We all know that.” “They don’t know that. Well, Donna knows now, but [Y/N] doesn’t.” She turned to her aunt with a comforting smile. “I can assure you that the love you have for [Y/N] is requited.” Donna smiled softly under her veil, looking to her lap as the three daughters turned to Angie. “Don’t worry,” the small doll spoke while waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll make sure Donna doesn’t chicken out.” Donna turned to her. “Angie,” she scolded as Daniela and Bela chuckled–Cassandra even snickered a bit to herself from the opposite end of the group

The doll-maker sighed and tugged Angie over to sit in her lap. “What if I mess something up?” She voiced softly after a moment. Daniela stood from the armrest and moved to sit next to Donna, squishing herself in between her aunt and Cassandra. “Hey, watch it!” The redhead ignored her and gently grasped one of Donna’s hands. “You won’t ruin anything,” she reassured in an uncharacteristic tone. “Bela and I can even help you set everything up so you can focus on making the food!” The veiled woman looked to Bela, who smiled back at her. “You two would be willing to do that for me?” The blonde nodded. “Of course. Since it’s warm enough outside, we should be able to stay out without much layering.”

Cassandra cleared her throat, prompting everyone to glance over at her. She stared at them expectantly. When she got no answer, she growled and planted her hand flat against her chest. “Am I just supposed to stay here on my own? Do you three really not trust me enough to contribute somehow?” Bela and Daniela looked at each other with confusion. “We thought this kind of stuff annoyed you,” the blonde responded. “It does, but I don’t like being left out of things. I hate it almost as much as I hate all of this cheesy romance shit.” Bela rolled her eyes and Daniela giggled. “I’m not really sure what you could help with. Dani and I can take care of the table and decor pretty quickly on our own.”

Cassandra growled again, but before she could speak and bicker with her sister, Donna turned to her. “Actually, Cassandra, if you’d really like to help, it might be nice for the main part of the meal to be hunted and homemade instead of being bought from the Duke. It would add a more meaningful aspect to it.” Cassandra’s eyes lit up as she smirked. “Say no more. Name the day, and I’ll be there with whatever you need.” She shifted into a swarm of flies and flew up the stairs, leaving her sisters there to finish planning with Donna.

T////////S

[Y/N] giggled as Donna led her over behind the house to the edge of the waterfall. “Donna, where are we going?” The doll-maker had covered the girl’s eyes with her hands so she’d hopefully be surprised by the setup. “Somewhere special, but not far from home. I…” She hesitated, her hands trembling against [Y/N]’s face. The [h/c] girl raised her own hands to cover Donna’s, gently caressing them with the pads of her thumbs. “Hun, just relax. I’m sure I’ll love wherever you take me.” Donna smiled warmly down at her. Her tensed hands slowly relaxed as they continued walking forward, but quickly grew rigid again as they grew closer to her desired spot.

Finally, after a long while of stumbling and trying not to trip each other, the two women came to a stop. [Y/N]’s eyes were still covered, but she was able to hear the rushing water of the nearby cliff flowing down rapidly somewhere far below them. Donna sucked in a deep breath. “I-I really hope you’ll like it,” she whispered, internally slapping herself for stuttering. Even after failing to steel her nerves, Donna managed to remove her hands and drop them down to her sides, where they only remained temporarily before finding each other in front of her torso to pick at one another. [Y/N]’s eyes slowly fluttered open. They quickly widened shortly after as a small gasp slipped past her lips. “Oh, Donna, it’s beautiful!”

Donna sighed in relief, glancing over to take in the view herself. There, a good distance away from the edge of the cliff, stood a suitably sized table with two seats placed opposite of one another. A pastel tablecloth draped itself atop the wooden surface of the table, the edges rippling with the soft breeze. Resting on top of the cloth was a small vase filled with dicentras as the centerpiece, two plates of lasagne, and a small tray of antipasto. Two wine glasses full of Barbaresco positioned themselves beside the plates, the rims of the glass shimmering underneath the moonlight. Even from where she stood, [Y/N] recognized the craftsmanship of the wood used for the table and chairs–Donna had made them quite a while ago, but she never knew why until then.

Donna stepped forward and softly placed her hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder. She squeezed it to gain her attention, prompting the girl to look up at her. “Do you really think it’s beautiful?” [Y/N] beamed brightly at her, turning to her and grabbing her hands. Donna blushed. “Of course I do,” she responded cheerfully. The ravenette sighed softly in relief. “I’m glad.” They stared at each other for a moment, not entirely sure what to say next. Finally, Angie came bounding from the opposite side of the house. “Sit down and eat before the food gets cold,” she yelled while tugging at [Y/N]’s pant leg. “Donna and the mean sister from the Tall Lady’s family spent a lot of time on it! I’ll bite your ankles if you don’t go sit down.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Okay, okay, fine.”

She and Donna walked over. Before [Y/N] had an opportunity to pull her chair out to sit down, Donna rushed over and did it for her. She thanked her with a sheepish grin and watched as the doll-maker forcefully sauntered over to her own seat. Once they were both seated, they picked up their utensils and hesitantly began to eat. [Y/N] hummed once the flavor hit her tongue. She covered her mouth as she spoke. “Oh, wow, this tastes incredible, Donna! And Angie said Cassandra helped with this?” Donna nodded and blushed. “Yes. She helped hunt for the meat in the dish, and Bela and Daniela helped me set the table, chairs, and decor up. They’re, um…they’re actually the ones who encouraged me to do this tonight.” [Y/N] smiled. “They’re all so sweet, even if they don’t like to show it.” Donna nodded in agreement.

She took a shaky breath, unsure of how to even bring up her confession. Her hand trembled as she continued to take small bites. She went to reach for her glass, but decided against it when she noticed just how badly her hand was shaking. She didn’t want to spill the wine on herself and end up embarrassing herself while ruining the moment. ‘How am I supposed to ask her? There has to be a way to bring it up in a smooth manner.’ Panicked, her mind went back to a few weeks prior when she had been discussing the plan with the Dimitrescu sisters.

F////////B

“How do I even go about asking something like that? I don’t want it to be sudden and make it even more awkward than it already will be,” Donna anxiously said aloud, surprisingly not using Angie as her voice. The three sisters all turned to her, each one carrying their own expression: Bela seemed distressed, Cassandra appeared annoyed, and Daniela looked as though she was about to burst with the ideas she had been keeping private about the date. “I don’t want to screw this up–I’m already enough of a screw-up as it is.” The sisters’ expressions all shifted into one of uniformed concern. They sat next to Donna on the bed, Bela and Daniela taking either one of her hands. “Hey, what are you talking about? You’re not a screw-up,” the redhead assured softly. Donna lowered her head in an attempt to hide the tears pricking her one good eye, even though her veil was still covering her face.

“I am. I always have been. I don’t know what [Y/N] even sees in me.” Bela tilted her head as the pad of her thumb brushed over the back of the doll-maker’s hand in a soothing manner. “What makes you think of yourself that way?” Donna sniffled and slipped both hands out of the girls’ grasp, allowing her to bring them up under her veil to wipe her tears and hide her face even further. “I’ve always been able to tell how people think of me,” she started softly. “My parents always favored both of my sisters, and once they passed, they didn’t seem to care enough about me to stay. I remember crying to myself each night–telling myself that, if I had been good enough, maybe they would’ve stayed. Maybe they would’ve loved me more.”

“Oh, Donna, you–” “And then I met Mother Miranda. I thought I could be a perfect daughter, even if I wasn’t fit to be a vessel for Eva. When she told me I was part of the family, even though I wasn’t a perfect fit, it didn’t upset me because I was happy to finally have people I could rely on. But then I read her entries about the experiments she performed on me.” She wiped her face again, her fingernails digging lightly into her scalp. “She…she said I was almost a perfect fit, but she was disappointed to learn that I’m “mentally underdeveloped.””

The three women beside her remained silent, unsure of what to say to comfort her. They listened with disheartened gazes as their aunt began to weep. She curled her legs up onto the bed and clutched them to her chest, allowing her to bury her head in between her knees. “I don’t want [Y/N] to see me as a disappointment,” she finally rasped at length. “She means way too much to me–I can’t lose her like I’ve lost everyone else.” Bela pulled her to lean against her shoulder. “Hey, I may not be able to say anything about what Mother Miranda said about you because that’s out of my control, but I can assure you with all of my heart that [Y/N] loves you. She would do anything for you, yes, but that also means she wouldn’t lie to you about how she feels. If she thought of you in a low manner, you would’ve been able to tell. Has she done anything to make you doubt how she feels?”

Donna stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly thinking back on what Bela had asked her. After a moment, she shook her head. “No, she hasn’t. She actually…does the opposite.” “She does? How so?” “She just–she makes me so happy. She always compliments everything I do, and supports me, and constantly helps out around the house so I have more time to work in the shop. She even,” she chuckled, letting her legs fall back down to hang over the side of the bed again. “She even plays the piano and sings for me while I work so I won’t be alone.” Daniela grinned beside her and gently shook her shoulder. “See? There ya go! Just focus on the positive.”

Donna giggled, and she nodded as she moved to stop leaning against the eldest daughter so she could straighten out her clothes. “I suppose you have a point. I just–I still don’t know how to confess how I feel or ask her.” Cassandra stood and stepped in front of the three, crossing her arms. “Just do it. I don’t see why you’re so anxious about this.” Bela scoffed and stood up as well. “Cass, you need to–” “No, listen to me. I may not understand why people fall in love, but I do know that Aunt Donna and [Y/N] love each other. It’s not a temporary thing–especially for them–so she doesn’t need to worry so much about what could go wrong.” She turned to Donna, who had been listening intently. “She won’t say no, I promise. Just find whatever courage you need and tell her how you feel.”

The doll-maker smiled up at her, though no one could see it, and nodded. “I’ll do my best. Thank you–all three of you.”

They all beamed at her warmly. “Of course,” Daniela responded. “So, how’re you going to confess?” Donna blushed, her shoulders growing tense. “Oh, well…I’m not entirely sure. I know you said I couldn’t–and shouldn’t–use Angie, so I’m having to find a way to rehearse what I want to say for myself.” “And what do you have so far?” “Well…”

E////F////B

Donna cleared her throat, twirling her fork around and moving bits of food across the plate. “So, [Y/N],” she mumbled barely loud enough to hear. [Y/N]’s head perked up at the sound of her name. “Yes?” “I-I, uhm…” She glanced up at the girl across the table and blushed once they made eye contact, quickly averting her gaze and staring down at her lap. She looked over to find Angie giving her a thumbs up from several feet behind the [h/c] girl. With a shaky breath, Donna’s hands dropped down to pick at themselves underneath the table. She felt her heart hammering against her ribs, silently wondering if [Y/N] could hear it as well, and she found it hard to breathe properly. She whispered a few words of encouragement to herself under her breath.

Finally, she looked back up, though she couldn’t maintain eye contact, and she felt her arm jerking its way slowly above the table. Her palm presented itself face up–a silent plea for [Y/N] to hold her hand, which she did happily. Donna felt herself sigh. Holding [Y/N]’s hand always calmed her down–she truly felt at peace with her. “Can I be honest with you about something?” [Y/N] squeezed her hand softly, a small smile painting her lips.

“Of course you can. What is it?” Her calm tone felt welcoming–like it had no judgment behind it. Donna cleared her throat again. It felt too soon into the evening to be confessing like this, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to know if [Y/N] felt the same. “It’s about why I brought you here tonight. I wanted it to be special because what I need to tell you is…very personal. It’s important to me.” “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me this then.” Donna chuckled, mindlessly rubbing her face with her free hand as she felt her face heating up even more.

“I have more than trust for you, [Y/N], believe me.” [Y/N] tilted her head, suddenly growing anxious. “Is something wrong?” “No, no, nothing is wrong. I just–” She finally looked her in the eye. “You mean the world to me [Y/N]. You’ve made my life so much better from the moment you arrived. You always know what to say and do to make me feel happy. You make sure I eat enough throughout the day, that I take plenty of breaks, that I get plenty of rest. You always help with the cleaning and cooking, so I have even more time to work on my projects, but you still manage to sit in the room with me to keep me company. I’ve never felt so…loved and important to someone. I truly hope you feel the same way about me.”

[Y/N] was awestruck. Her blush was evident as she responded. “I do, Donna. I do feel the same way. You mean the world to me as well. It might be really corny for me to say this, but I just can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to imagine my life without you.” Donna felt the tears already trickling down her cheek and across her jawline. She felt her fears slowly easing up. This was a great sign–she shared the same feelings about how important they were to one another. She smiled, squeezing [Y/N]’s hand even tighter. “I’m so glad.”

They stared at each other for a long while, both too afraid to say anything in fear of ruining the moment. Angie, however, came bounding over and pulled on Donna’s pant leg. “Tell her how you feel already! It’s getting dark, and I’m getting tired!” Donna shooed her away silently, her head perking up when [Y/N] giggled. “Angie, don’t rush her. She shouldn’t feel uncomfortable no matter what she has to say.”

Donna felt her heart beating faster. She stared at her for a long moment, her mind racing. “Donna? You okay?” She jumped. “Y-Yes!” [Y/N]’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at her sudden urgent tone, making Donna blush as she reflected immediately on how she answered. She cleared her throat and covered her mouth. “I-I apologize. Yes, I’m alright.” “Okay, that’s good.” “But what Angie was talking about–about me telling you…how I feel?” “Yes?” “Before I tell you, could I possibly ask if you’d promise me something?” “Of course.” “Can you promise me that you won’t leave me? That nothing will change between us?”

[Y/N] laughed nervously, but quickly composed herself a bit when she saw just how terrified and expectant Donna seemed. “I promise, but what exactly are you wanting to tell me? I’m sure nothing could be bad enough to damage our relationship.” Donna nodded, wiping her tears away and gripping [Y/N]’s trembling hand in her own. “I suppose we’ll see. I just want–I want to tell you,” her voice trailed off, her confidence faltering and crumbling.

“Take your time, okay? Don’t feel like you have to rush.” Donna remembered every word of encouragement from the people who knew about that night–Bela’s, Cassandra’s, Daniela’s, and even [Y/N]’s. She needed to get this over with. The feeling of being a burden returned–she was taking too long to get it out there. She gripped her leg tightly and took three deep breaths. Steeling her nerves, she blurted it out before she could lose her courage and back out of it again–the way she had done so many times before.

“I love you.”

She felt a weight lift off of her shoulders, though it wasn’t much. She still needed to know if [Y/N] felt the same. She pried her eye open and finally darted her gaze back up to find [Y/N]’s, only to discover that the [h/c] girl was blushing profusely. They stared at each other in silence for a long moment, making Donna even more anxious. “Did…did I ruin this?” She asked softly. [Y/N] slipped her hand from Donna’s to wave them dismissively in front of her. “Oh, no! No, Donna, not at all! I’m so sorry, I just—wasn’t expecting you to be the first one to confess.” Donna’s heart fluttered at the statement. She wanted to smile, but she needed to make sure she didn’t misinterpret the last part of the sentence.

“So…do you feel the same way?” “Yes! Yes, I do.” “Say it!” A random voice suddenly called from around the corner of the house. Both women jumped and turned to find Daniela peeking around the corner while Bela and Cassandra tried to pull her back into hiding. “What the hell?” Donna muttered, turning her attention back to [Y/N] when she laughed. “Sorry, they just really scared me,” she said in between breaths. Donna smiled warmly at her and let out a small snicker of her own. “They scared me as well.”

They gazed at each other with love-stricken grins. Finally, [Y/N] brought her hands up and took Donna’s into hers, caressing them softly before bringing her left hand up to press a light kiss to her knuckles. “I love you too,” she confessed. Donna’s heart flipped as a wide smile cracked across her lips. She stood, pulling [Y/N] to her feet, and tugged her into an embrace. “I love you so much. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of saying that to you,” she whispered. The faint sound of buzzing grew louder, and soon, Daniela was beside them, pulling them into a hug of her own. “Yes! See? I told you you could do it!” Bela and Cassandra joined nearby–Bela began to try to pry Daniela off of the two while Cassandra laughed at how ridiculous her sister was being. “Dani, leave them be! You just ruined the moment!” Donna giggled and leaned back from the hug just far enough to look over at her.

“Actually, Bela, she didn’t ruin anything. It’s alright, I promise. It’s nice to see that she’s so supportive of how [Y/N] and I feel about each other.” Bela sighed. “I’m glad, but Dani, you still need to let them go. This is their moment,” she said as she finally managed to yank her sister away from the two. Donna and [Y/N] both giggled at them before turning to stare at each other again. “So what does this mean? Are you two a thing now?” Cassandra suddenly asked as she stepped closer to the group.

The two women glanced at her before returning to each other. They studied each other’s gaze for a while, seemingly communicating without saying a word, and finally turned back to the sisters. “Yes, we are,” [Y/N] announced. Donna looked back down at her, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Bela replied, softly patting Donna’s shoulder. “I told you this was a requited love.”

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Trying my hand at writing once more. Of course, I’ve been obsessing over Wednesday so why not try posting this story I’ve been thinking of?

A little backstory on my character (Dani) - she has healing abilities which is why (she was sent away to Nevermore under the protection of Principal Meyer (another OC I made up for the sake of this). Her abilities are keep a secret even from her classmates. She is cut off from her family, and of course she has a crush on Larissa too. Ultimately she has to keep her abilities secret just in case the normies ever found out. Honestly though, if you had the insane ability to heal by any means how fast do you think the government would try to bottle you? Personally, I don’t know if I’ll keep adding to this but I just wanted to get the idea out there.

Dani knew Larissa and Morticia were close but the gossip at the school was that the falling out began with Gomez Addams. The night of that fateful Rave’N Dance where Garrett Gates died, Dani had worn a maroon pantsuit and her hair curled, she’d felt so normal for once. At least as much as she could in a school for outcasts. But once it came to dancing and interacting with her peers she felt as if she had imposter syndrome. Was this personality really her? Is she really this personable? As she talks and mingles she finds herself sitting with Larissa. Her friend Teddy bring the two into the same conversation, the three of them laughing until Teddy leaves to dance with her date.

“I’m glad you’ve set aside your books for the evening.” Larissa comments, appreciating the soft waves on the brunette before her.

Dani blushes, crossing her legs and trying to keep her eyes anywhere but on Larissa.

“Principal Meyer threatened to take back my studio room if I didn’t get involved more.”

Larissa laughs, friendly and polite but there’s a tug to her smile that makes it seem forced. Dani’s heart falls, noticing the depths that Larissa’s gaze withdraws to.

“I’m sorry, I hope I’m not monopolizing your time.” Dani shrinks herself away, head downcast and fingers fidgeting as she stands. “Your date probably misses you.” Dani tries to leave quickly, slipping out of her chair only to be stopped by Larissa’s hand grabbing her’s.

“I’m sorry.” Larissa drops her hand as if she’s touching fire. “Actually I don’t have a date.” Larissa looks to the floor, embarrassed.

“Riddle me surprised.” Dani cringes inwardly. “Sorry that sounded very corny.”

Larissa smiles at Dani’s attempt at conversation. “You’re fine.”

“Well if it’s an consolation, he missed out.” Dani remarks, gesturing to the shimmer of Larissa’s dress. That earns her a short lived smile. The sight of Morticia Frump and Gomez Addams taking center stage on the dance floor draws everyone’s attention and a fiery glare from Larissa.

Dani admits Morticia is beautiful in her own way, but the sight of Larissa beside her shining like a star tarnishes anything Dani could see in Morticia. She weighs her words, thinking of a way to offer her some type of comfort. Although the sound of your crush admitting their feelings for someone else is never easy to take.

“I think Gomez has different tastes in women than you’d hoped.” Larissa glares at Dani while she watches Morticia and Gomez end their dance, slipping away. “But I also think he’s an idiot for passing up any chance with you.”

Larissa’s gaze softens as Dani speaks, but she doesn’t notice, not daring to look at Larissa as she spills her heart. Dani can’t fully comprehend what it means to be a shapeshifter, but she’s overheard the numerous times a person’s asked her to shift into someone else. By some chance, this is her opportunity to let Larissa know she’s being seen. She takes a deep breath, diving head first into what she’s about to say.

“He can’t see how wonderful you are because he’s looking for something else. As much as you want him to look for Larissa - he’s only looking for Morticia.” Larissa blinks away all emotions as her eyes water. “But there’s someone out there that appreciates you for everything you are. That won’t ask for you to change your appearance to suit them better.” Her eyes widen. “Someone who sees you for the marvel that you are, just as you are.” Dani bites her lip as Larissa seems to search her face. “You’re beautiful Larissa. Maybe you don’t feel like it because you want to be his definition of it - but to me you are.”

Dani falters as she meets Larissa’s eyes, her heart hammering as the realization dawns on her soft features. Dani clears her throat.

“I mean you’re bright, you’re lively - hell, you’ve tolerated me sitting and rambling -”

“Dani.” Larissa squeezes her hand.

“Larissa, you won’t believe what Josiah asked me.” Dani and Larissa separate as Teddy suddenly returns for a sip of her drink.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?”

Larissa and Dani scramble to explain their close proximity at Teddy’s sudden appearance. Dani standing up and muttering about a paper she’d forgotten to submit, much to Larissa’s disappointment.

Dani weaves through the crowded dance floor like water, leaving Larissa to barely tolerate Teddy’s conversation any longer than a moment.

God I finally get to talk to her longer than a minute and I just absolutely sell my soul to her! Just poured all that out to her. Now of course she knows how you feel about her and then what!? You just took off. Walked away.

Dani fights her inner voice, berating herself from within as she walks through the rainy courtyard to the opposite side to retreat to her room. At least there she’ll be spared from having to think of her lacking social skills.

“Dani!”

She stops on the steps of the courtyard, watching Larissa put up her umbrella to meet her. Dani’s chest tightens, her breath caught in her throat. Larissa smiles at her, Dani’s heart catching as she draws closer, ethereal in her shimmering dress. Her hair beautifully sculpted to sweep across her temple. She’s like a dream.

And then the body hits the ground. A resounding splat in the mud that deafens even the thunder.

Dani’s eyes widen as Larissa screams at the top of her lungs, drawing the attention of the Rave’N dance attendees. But Dani’s eyes are on the boy lying in the grass at Larissa’s feet.

Like a puppet on strings, Dani steps into the rain. Mud squelches under her feet, her heels sinking so deep that she walks out of them. As if in slow motion she approaches the boy, her fingertips burning with white light as she outstretches her hand to pull the boy back from the brink.

Her torso is yanked aside, falling sideways into the watered ground beneath her. Principal Meyer’s glare is furious, drawing Dani back to reality. She looks behind her Principal to Larissa, the senior watching Meyer and her with fear and concern.

Dani drops her gaze and Meyer relents, chaos and fear erupting like a sprung well. Principal Meyer dismisses the dance and the students but Dani and Larissa are taken to make their statements for the Normie Police.

Meyer and Dani lock eyes as their Principal leads them into the Police Station, a look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Larissa.

Dani can hardly think, this boy is dead, at a school dance no less. And now here she is with Larissa Weems of all people. She was so close, all she needed to do was meet her in the middle…

And yet, she was so close when the Gates boy died. She could have saved him…

Evangeline would argue otherwise though, no doubt she’d scold her for nearly revealing herself.

——— ——— ——— ———

“What was that the other night?” Larissa breathes, Dani briefly meets Larissa’s urgent gaze. The senior towering over her in the library alcove she’d just dragged her into.

A well manicured hand had slipped over her mouth as a long arm snaked over her arms, her back pressed into the strong frame of her assailant. She was walked back into the alcove, the hand still pressed over her mouth as her captor lodged her into the corner, using their body to pin her. Truthfully she didn’t think Larissa would do this in such a public space. Albeit the library is the least used space at the school, all of this technology reliance…

“Dani.” Larissa’s voice brings her out of her thoughts. “I have some questions and I don’t think Principal Meyer would be overly fond of you answering.” Dani glances at her hand still over her mouth and the curves of her chest pressing her into the corner still. Larissa nods with a cheeky smirk, stepping back an inch at a time, ensuring Dani won’t run. Once her feet touch the ground again she huffs, fixing her uniform.

Admittedly though if these were different circumstances she might have enjoyed this side of Larissa.

Larissa snaps her fingers, drawing her out of her admiration. “Focus. That night. Your hands were glowing.”

Dani remains silent, Larissa huffing irritably.

“What was it? Why were they glowing?”

“You’re confused -“

“You’re an awful liar.”

Dani stares into the bright blue pools boring into her average brown. Dani grips Larissa’s arm, the senior reciprocating the action as Dani peeks out of the alcove to ensure they’re alone. The aisle is empty but the sounds of books being reshelved aren’t far off.

Dani returns to the piercing gaze of Larissa Weems. Unrelenting, towering, engulfing and intoxicating. Although that last feeling could just be her’s alone. But still, she’s carried this secret so long. None but her family and Principal Meyer know the extent of it. She doesn’t have to reveal the whole truth of her abilities…

“I’m a healer.” She whispers, her words ghosting through Larissa’s brain before her eyes close, her lips turning upwards into a smirk.

“Outcasts aren’t healers.”

“Outcasts aren’t a set definition.”

“Very philosophical of you. Now would you like to tell me the truth? The real truth too, not some garbage answer you’ve dug up in a book.”

“Fine. Don’t believe me.” Dani slides out of her grip like water, stunning Larissa at how effortlessly she breaks free.

“Dani.” She grabs her arm, leading her forcefully out of the library. “The truth. Now.”

“I told you the truth.” Dani snaps, yanking her arm out of the towering girl’s grip. Larissa stands to her full height looking down on her.

“Now you’re only 1 of 5 people that know.”

Dani storms off, furious to have opened herself up to Larissa, leaving herself so exposed and at the mercy of one of her peers. An idiotic idea.

She storms off towards her studio space, hidden away behind a towering portrait of a phoenix near Principal Meyer’s office. She presses the heel of her shoe into a stone in the hall, the portrait swinging open to reveal a doorway to her studio.

It’s well lit at all times of the day, with towering windows overlooking the school’s grounds below. Her research on medicines and poisons is scattered all around the room on various boards, bookshelves laden with various medical journals and textbooks stand behind her like sentinels as she flops into her desk.

She clutches her head in her hands, wondering how in the world she’ll be able to explain this to Evangeline later. The portrait guarding her studio swings open, Dani springing to her feet to meet the intruder.

Dani can already tell by the footsteps that Larissa followed her. The older teen takes in the sight of her studio before she finally looks at her standing in the middle.

“Lovely space you have.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed proof. Consider me unconvinced.”

“Then you’ll never be convinced.” Dani returns to find where she left off in her research, tucking herself into her desk once more as Larissa joins her, looking over the papers scattered on her desk.

“I just want physical proof.” Larissa sits on the desk, watching the red blush bloom on Dani’s cheeks.

“I don’t condone people getting hurt and I won’t condone it just to give you any proof.”

Larissa pauses, picking up a stack of papers and thumbing through them.

“Then let me ask some questions.”

Dani meets Larissa’s inquisitive gaze. “Fine.”

“What can you heal?”

Dani treads lightly, unsure if she can trust her fully.

“Cuts.”

“Any details would be interesting.”

“Any cuts.” Dani’s fails to meet Larissa’s eyes.

“Breaks?”

A pause. “No.” Dani frowns, furrowing her brows.

“Sprains?”

Again a pause. “No.” Dani looks anywhere but at Larissa.

Larissa stares at Dani, reading her just as easily like any of the books on her shelves. “You really are a terrible liar.”

Dani grits her teeth as she debates, weighing her options. With a sigh she relents, Larissa tilting her head with a sudden smile.

Dani with her guarded exterior acting in self-preservation. Defensive from birth, told to do so by everyone who she’s ever cared for. Larissa can see it, understanding now.

“You’re secret is safe with me.” She whispers, losing herself in those chocolate eyes. Dani blinks, relief welling like a spring in her. Dani continues to watch her and Larissa analyzes her chalk boards filled with diagrams of flowers and plants, toxic and non.

“Would you like to know what I’m doing?” Dani asks, joining Larissa at her side, gesturing to the boards.

Larissa nods with a smile, eagerly watching the brunette move about.

Dani proceeds to discuss her research into cataloging herself. The number of poisons she’s ingested and healed herself of, the extents she’s gone to understand herself. They find themselves sitting on the rug at the foot of the chaise lounge Principal Meyer gifted her for the room, the pair reading and doing class work together.

Larissa thumbs through her book, searching for the page she’d read her information from so she may cite it correctly. She flips the page of the old textbook too fast, gasping as quietly as she can despite the sting of the paper slicing her skin.

Dani looks up from her paper she’s writing, looking at the hand Larissa is still staring at.

Dani’s finger tips glow with bright white light as she pauses.

“May I?”

Larissa nods, removing the handkerchief spotted with tiny drops of blood. Her finger bleeds from the cut without pressure.

Dani’s fingers are warm as she takes Larissa’s hand in her’s, running her fingers over the miniscule cut that disappears in one soft caress.

Dani smiles, Larissa watching in amazement as Dani’s fingers dull to her normal skin tone.

“I know you said my secret is safe with you but…please don’t tell Principal Meyer. At least not until I get the courage to do so.”

“Dani to what extent can you really heal someone?” Larissa breathes, marveling at the brunettes as she diverts her eyes.

“I’m not sure.” Dani admits, her face attention carpet beneath them. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Dani gestures over her shoulder to the boards displaying her research.

The silence is almost deafening as Dani weighs the pros and cons.

“I came to Nevermore because I’d made a deal with my family.” Larissa leans closer, hanging on her every word. “My sister’s kidneys were failing. My abilities were the family secret that would pose a threat to my safety. If word ever got out of an outcast with the ability to heal by any means…” Dani trails off, watching Larissa’s reaction. The pair seem to think of the same thing. Normie and outcast relationships have always been tense, there are still some parts of the world that deal in torture, exile or even worse when they find an outcast. It doesn’t take much thought to realize how badly things could turn if Dani was ever found out. Imagine if she were, only to be overwhelmed by the sick, fought over by whatever governing body, experimented on…

Dani shrinks at the thought, her shoulders drooping. Larissa takes her hand, assuring her that she’s safe.

“I made the deal that if I could heal her I’d agree to be sent away. They could pretend I’d died, or ran away. Anything. I just wanted to help her. Sure the doctors might call her a marvel or a miracle but she’d be healthy.“

Larissa nods, squeezing Dani’s hand as she falters. The pair continue to hold hands as Dani recounts her tale, how her sister was healed over night and the fallout as the doctor’s were amazed.

“I miss them. But she’s doing so well. She’s married now.” Dani finishes.

“There’s no way you could visit? Not even secretly?”

“Maybe. In the future.” Dani sighs. “This was just 3 years ago and people still marvel at her recovery. You know how it goes. As good as my abilities are, there’s still the potential for things to go so wrong.” Dani curls into herself as they sit, homework abandoned. “It seems paranoid of course, but they could never live with themselves if something happened. Principal Meyer says there’s been rare accounts of so called ‘witches that healed’. They still ended up being burned at the stake.” Dani gestures to her work. “What do you think anyone would do if they seen what I can survive?”

“I understand Dani. I mean they’d probably try to bottle you if they could.” That earns a chuckle from Dani and a smile forms in the corners of Larissa’s lips, having eased then tensions momentarily.

Dani wraps her arms around herself, whether from the chill of the room or fear, Larissa can’t tell. But if it was the latter, she couldn’t deny the protectiveness planting itself in her heart.

“Dani.” The brunette looks at her with those dark, chocolate eyes looking as tired as a path of worn dirt. “I promise you. I will always look after you.”

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A Fresh Start (Quite the Introduction)

Danny Phantom x The Magnus Archives

Potentially a one-shot series. Or not. Idk yet! For now it's one standalone chapter :)

Word Count: 3,518

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Summary:

Danny wasn’t exactly in the best position in his afterlife. Functionally immortal, and the biggest fish in such a small pond. There was no challenge to life. Just an endless repeat of motions. So when Clockwork offered him an out, he took it. It was a simple offer. Clockwork would open him a portal to a new universe, where he could try again at another life. A different life. This world was different from his own, down to the very fabric of existence. It was amazing how quickly he got dragged into the supernatural right after universe-hopping. He must be a magnet for this kind of stuff.

Story Start!

Danny… wasn’t really sure where he was. He knew how got there, of course. Clockwork wasn’t exactly subtle.

With his friends and family gone and buried years ago, Clockwork was one of the few who Danny maintained a relationship with. Along with Frostbite, and of course Pandora. Even a few of his old childhood rivals had weaseled their way into his inner circle. But time passed, and ghosts faded.

The loss of Ember had hit the hardest and was still the freshest in his mind. She had achieved her dream of stardom. She got all she had ever wanted. And she had nothing more to keep her ‘alive’ for lack of a better word. With a smile on her face, she followed Skulker into whatever came after the afterlife.

It seemed like everyone on the planet had mourned her. There had been candlelight vigils, and her name was said more after she faded than it had ever been while she was… present. It’s what she would have wanted, more than likely.

Even Vlad had faded. When Maddie died, Vlad’s obsession died too. He was sent into a spiral, one that his ghost half never quite recovered from. He could have kept living, but every moment was a tortuous pain. His core had never been that stable to begin with, and it was tearing his human half apart just as quickly as it healed. Vlad lived longer than a human ever should, but he eventually succumbed.

Dani was still kicking, but she and Danny hadn’t talked in decades. She never aged, always looking around 12 years old. It made it hard to live for hundreds of years when people thought you a child. She traveled the world still, wanting to see everything before it changed with the tides of time. She’d crawled every inch of the globe again and again.

Before, in the beginning, she would weasel her way into various families adopting her, but after the 12th big brother died, she took a break. And never went back to it. Some of the families even knew of her condition and took her in anyways. But they had drifted apart. They just didn’t mesh very well. He was still far too human for her.

Amity Park didn’t exist even anymore.

So the culmination of all this is to say, Danny wasn’t exactly in the best position. Functionally immortal, and the biggest fish in such a small pond. There was no challenge to life. Just an endless repeat of motions.

So when Clockwork offered him an out, he took it.

It was a simple offer. Clockwork would open him a portal to a new universe, where he could try again at another life. A different life. This world was different from his own, down to the very fabric of existence.

“You won’t be quite the same,” Clockwork had explained.

“And neither will I. It is true that I exist there- I must exist everywhere, in order for a where to exist. But that… self, is quite different from this one. My powers as they exist here are an entirely different form, as here the rules are different. My being had to mold itself to these rules for my self to exist.” There, Clockwork had paused to see if Danny understood.

“Each universe has a Clockwork, but they’re all different?” He’d replied.

“Yes,” They’d nodded.

“The one you’ll interact with is quite different from myself. Very… large. Even with your existence it would take billions of years before you could grow to truly witness it.”

“That sounds… eldritch.” Danny wondered aloud. Clockwork nodded in affirmation.

“A good way to put it.”

“As my charge, you will be under the jurisdiction of my counterpart. That way I can still see you. Your own powers will surely change, and mold to fit the rules of the world you enter. It is… quite a lot.” Clockwork’s tail flicked anxiously.

“The humans there refer to it’s being as ‘The Eye.’ I’m sure you see the irony to the Observants.” Clockwork frowned, most likely remembering the pushy eyeballs.

“But it is only one of many beings that are quite similar.” Now there had been a mischievous glint in Clockwork’s eyes.

“Any more than that, you’ll have to discover yourself.”

With that, they’d risen from their chair. Clockwork assured him that, should he manage to die in that universe, Clockwork would pull him back before it could happen. And when Danny was truly done, Clockwork would do the same yet again. No matter what, Danny would still have a tie to his homeworld. For that, he was grateful.

Within minutes (why delay when you have eternity?) Danny had stepped through a portal into the unknown. He shivered with excitement.

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So, here he was. Wherever ‘here’ was.

Danny was glad Clockwork had warned him about his powers because as soon as he stepped through the portal all sensation from his core had abruptly cut off. He highly doubted it existed here. The way Clockwork had put it, this universe sounded very different from his own.

…Except for the landmarks, it would seem, because Danny was staring right at the London Eye. Ironic, given what Clockwork had told him.

It was probably the old spirit’s idea of a joke. It did get a chuckle out of Danny.

There would, of course, be time for sightseeing later. Much later, because Danny’s stomach was growling in a way it hadn’t for millennia.

He shuffled through his pockets and found some bills. Hardly pocket ‘change’ as there was at least a thousand dollars there. Danny had inherited Vlad’s belongings, and money wasn’t really an object for him anymore. At least, back home. Here, he only had 2,000 dollars to his name. In a country that didn’t accept dollars.

Luckily he was in a tourist area. It didn’t take much asking, before he was pointed in the direction of a place where he could exchange currency. Luckily they accepted it. Which turned out to be around 1,600 pounds. He had no clue how much that meant, really.

Why had Clockwork put him in the UK, of all places? Why not the US? Not like Danny would legally exist in either place, but at least there his money would’ve worked.

Danny didn’t have time to debate Clockwork’s thought process as he had an upset stomach to deal with.

Food. A restaurant, or maybe a convenience store? Something cheap.

Danny wandered for a bit, getting even more lost than he had been before. The tourist attractions and sight-seers gave way to tight housing and apartment complexes. The places by the tourist areas were all way overpriced, or at least in Danny’s opinion. He’d asked the man at the place where he’d exchanged his currency, and he gave Danny a small pamphlet with some example conversion rates. The date on the pamphlet told him it was 2016.

Danny stopped briefly in front of a shop window to examine his appearance. Danny had stopped aging in his early twenties, but he looked even younger than that. Maybe, 19? His hair wasn’t as long as it had been. It was just barely pulled back into a ponytail. Wisps of black hair streaked with white framed his face. One of his eyes was the usual blue, but the other was a bright green. The only thing it didn’t have was the glow. He looked to be a combination of his human and ghost halves. That made him glad, that he still had all of himself. Even if he didn’t maintain his different forms. But that made sense.

Finally, Danny stumbled into a small store he vaguely recognized the logo of (a lot of things can change in thousands of years, okay?). He rummaged through what was on the shelves and grabbed whatever was most appetizing, and cheap. A lot of junk food. But oh well. He could worry about his feature health after he filled his stomach.

Danny wandered up to the register with a basket full of stuff. He counted the amounts and pulled change from his pockets. He counted the strange currency under his breath. When was the last time he had even used physical money? Which is to say he was quite distracted, and jumped seven feet high (figuratively) when suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder.

“Shi-” Danny cut himself off. The money from his hand scattered across the ground and he stumbled to pick it all up.

The intruding stranger bent down to help.

“I’m terribly sorry,” The man apologized. He handed Danny some coins, which is when he finally got a good look at the man.

He was short, squirrelly. His black hair was slicked back, and streaked with white. Much like Danny’s, ironically enough. He had a small, pencil-thin mustache. He looked almost like a cartoony villain. Then Danny kicked himself for thinking that because it was wrong to immediately label someone like that. He’d gotten too used to his thematic rogue gallery.

“I simply wanted to introduce myself. Elias Bouchard, at your service.” The man- Elias- held out his hand. Danny stuffed his money back in his pocket and returned the gesture. Elias shook his hand and then pulled him to his feet.

“I dunno why you’d want to talk to me,” Danny replied. He effortlessly put on a generic British accent, so as not to stand out as a foreigner. Language was one of Danny’s big interests. It had never failed to keep him entertained, which was a rarity. He spoke hundreds of languages, even some that had died out millennia ago in his own world. And ones that probably didn’t even exist here yet. Hm. He wasn’t sure if Ghost Speak would work here, or if it would only die out on his tongue. Something to test.

It was Danny’s turn in line, and he walked up to the cash register. He hoped Elias would take his turned back as a sign he didn’t want to talk. But sadly, Elias did not get the hint. Or he simply ignored it.

Danny offered the cashier his money, but suddenly there was an arm in what looked to be a very expensive coat stuck out in front of him. Elias grinned at Danny as he offered the cashier his card. She looked at Danny as though to ask what was going on. Danny just shrugged, and with an eye roll she accepted the card.

If this dude wanted to take time out of Danny’s day, why not let him pay for it.

“You just seem like quite the interesting person…” The pause was asking for Danny’s name. He hesitated to reply. This felt rather like a dealing with the fae. Like as soon as Danny offered his name, he’d regret it. But of course, the fae weren’t real. He was just being paranoid.

“Danny.” He replied curtly. He accepted his bags from the cashier and made for the door. Elias trailed after him. Outside of the store, Danny simply chose a direction and walked. Elias didn’t even look twice.

This was becoming bothersome.

“Danny… Is it short for something?”

“Nope.” Danny popped the ‘p’. Elias made a sound of interest.

“I don’t suppose I could ask for your second name?”

“Nope.”

“Well, Danny. I don’t suppose you are looking for work, are you?” What? Danny leveled Elias with a Look.

”You lingered for quite a while over the prices in the store.” Elias explained casually. He stuck his hands in his pockets. It did nothing to offset his formal attire.

“What would you say if I was?” Danny asked suspiciously.

“I have a… vacancy, you could call it. Well no- not technically, but we could make one. If you’d like the position.”

“What kind of ‘position’ is it?”

“An assistant, of sorts. Basically librarian work. Sorting, organizing. A bit of research. Rather easy.” Elias waved a hand in the air, as though to wave off Danny’s concerns. Huh.

Danny was rather lacking, but he wasn’t sure this offer was trustworthy. Elias himself didn’t seem trustworthy, for all of his candy-coated exterior. Danny could just feel that something was wrong. But he was desperate, honestly. He wasn’t looking forward to where he was going to be sleeping tonight. Meaning, he didn’t know where. Maybe he could get this Elias to take him in for a night.

If push came to shove, Danny could still defend himself. Even without any powers.

“Your assistant?” Danny dug further. If he was even going to consider, he needed details.

“Ah, no. You’d be assisting the Archivist. Head Archivist, I mean. Jonathan Sims.”

“He works under me. I pop in from time to time, but mostly he and his team are on their own.” Elias explained.

“What’s this place called, again?”

“Why, The Magnus Institute of course. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of us?” There was a glint in Elias’ eyes as his gaze met Danny’s. Danny felt like he was being… investigated? There was something more to Elias’ gaze than simple curiosity. But Danny kept his face neutral, and didn’t let Elias get anything more than what he was willing to offer. Which, right now, was an intrigued but wary teenager.

Danny was considering the offer seriously. Elias wasn’t even asking about any credentials, which of course he didn’t have. The biggest holdup was the man himself. But if what he was saying was true…

“If you’re in a hurry, we could even sign the paperwork tonight if you’d like. Even paid in cash, if that matters to you.” Elias offered. This had bad deal written all over it. But Danny was curious. It’d been a while since he’d been curious. Genuinely. What was this guy’s deal?

“Where is this place?”

“We’re already here.” There was a predatory glint to Elias’ smile.

Sure enough, they were. Elias must’ve guided them there. Danny hadn’t even paid attention to where they were going. He didn’t realize Elias had taken the lead. Hm.

It seemed to be a rather unassuming building. Obviously old, but nothing on the outside directly revealed what it was. Aside from a small, metal placard next to the front doors.

‘The Magnus Institute Est. 1818’ it read. So, that was legit.

“Ah…” Danny began.

“What is it, exactly, that made you so interested in me? We just met.”

“I saw you. Simple as that.” There was something beneath that smile. Ghosts didn’t tend to layer themselves like this, they were a lot more straightforward. Danny wasn’t sure who was more intrigued by the other, him or Elias.

“Let’s not dilly-dally, I’ll show you around and we can get things sorted.” Elias stepped up to the front doors and Danny followed dutifully behind. This was either gonna be really fun, or… Danny wasn’t sure quite what, yet. And that sent a thrill up his spine.

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“Would you like to meet who would be your coworkers first, or get the paperwork sorted?” Elias questioned. They’d already toured the Library and a place called “Artifact Storage.”

Immediately Danny had been enamored by the rooms full of creepy -haunted?- objects, all carefully categorized. Elias hadn’t said exactly the nature of how the items were cursed, but he’d told Danny about a few things. Small items, mostly of inconsequence. He suspected that Elias was trying not to scare him off. Which, fair. But also Danny couldn’t help but want to know more.

Particularly about how Elias had steered him away from the bulletproof case of books.

The Library had been a bit of a let-down, but the Artifacts had drawn Danny in. He wanted to stick around, to see some of the effects for himself even. It was amazing how quickly he got dragged into the supernatural right after universe-hopping. He must be a magnet for this kind of stuff.

Danny didn’t want to get cold feet and back out of this.

“How about we head to your office?” He decided. Elias nodded and off they went, through hallways that Elias seemed to have memorized even better than the back of his hand. He was truly in his element.

Danny managed to keep up with the brisk pace, and soon enough they were walking through a door that said ‘Elias Bouchard, Head of The Magnus Institute,’ The title made it seem like Elias was way too high on the ladder to be picking up ‘employees’ on the street. But, oh well.

It was his funeral. Danny had already been to his own once before and it hadn’t been as enjoyable as one might expect.

Inside the room Elias immediately went to sit behind the desk. Danny took a rather uncomfortable-looking chair that sat in front of it.

Elias started to root around in the desk drawers and pulled out what he wanted with a flourish. It was a thick packet of paper, presumably the employment contract.

“Your title will be Archival Assistant, rate is 15 quid an hour. Though it may very well go higher depending on your performance. Typical week is Monday through Friday, nine to five. You can find more details about sick leave and vacation on the front page.” Elias spouted off details rapid-fire. Numbers flew past Danny’s hand but he managed to grasp it for the most part. If he remembered correctly, 15 quid was around 18 dollars an hour. That wasn’t too shabby, especially just starting out. When he had no qualifications. Why was Elias giving him a chance, again?

“You’ll have to head over to the financial department every two weeks to receive your pay, until we can get your bank account sorted.” At that, Elias gave Danny a pointed look as though to say, ‘I know more than you.’ Which in any other situation Danny would know wasn’t true. But in this world, it very much was.

Elias spun around the packet and produced a pen for Danny to sign with. He pointed dramatically at a dotted line.

“Just here.” He said with a smile that did not meet his eyes. Danny was getting some bad vibes from this.

He pulled the packet out from under Elias’ finger and began to leaf through it. Elias buzzed unhappily but didn’t say anything. Danny wasn’t so stupid as to sign something without knowing the contents. He leaned back lazily in his chair but didn’t venture quite so far as to put his feet on the desk. That was a bit too cocky, even for him.

But Danny very quickly got bored of all the legal jargon that whooshed over his head. Law had never been Danny’s strong suit. He tried his best to seem like he was comprehending the words, if only because it looked like it was making Elias sweat.

One page in particular stood out to Danny. Unlike the rest, he could comprehend it. And oh boy. Oh this was so shady. Danny loved it.

The page detailed how, were the head of the institute to die at the hands of an employee of the archives, those employed there would be terminated. The language was very… loose. Danny could tell what it meant though. It stood out on the page as though plain as day.

It sounded like a dead man switch. Why would an employee want to kill Elias? Why had he built that into the paperwork? Certainly something like this wasn’t simply part of this world. It was out of left field in contrast to how Elias had spoken this far. Danny could only wonder what the method would be. How could Elias ensure that those in the Archives would die if he did?

Then again, this man was absolutely entrenched in the supernatural of this world. He was at the center of a paranormal hub. Danny already knew that eldritch beings existed. Mysterious causes of death weren’t exactly outside of the range of possibility, But also, Danny couldn’t die here. So it was a moot point. It left him to wonder, though. And that was a dangerous thing.

On the same page was a paragraph saying that the head of the Institute could not be held accountable for any damage to one’s person or belongings due to supernatural causes. Which wouldn’t be all that strange, were it not on the same page.

“What are you playing at here, Elias?” Danny used the man’s first name on purpose. He looked startled for just a moment but schooled his expression very quickly.

Elias stood from his chair and planted his hands on the desk so that he was lording over Danny. He plastered a very smug smirk on his face.

“You can sign it or leave. It’s up to you.”

“But I doubt you want that, do you, hmm?” That sounded very much like a thinly-veiled threat. Huh.

Danny schooled his expression into a grin much the same as he signed on the dotted line, ‘Danny Fantom’. A fitting mix of his names, for his mixed-up appearance.

Elias’ smirk spread into a toothy smile. He held out a hand, which Danny took in kind.

“Welcome to the team.”

#danny phantom #dp #tma #the magnus archives #crossover #elias bouchard #i love to hate this man #clockwork dp #nonbinary!clockwork #dp x tma

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First Confessions

Day 21 of the BG3 Fic February Challenge

How could I not write first confessions for ALL my Tavs/Durges?

Each little flash fic below is the first time my Tav/Durge has said "I love you" to their LI. Some confessions happen really early! And some, surprisingly late. I had a fun time trying to think how each Tav/Durge would confess and what the LI's might say or do in that scenario. Hopefully you guys will be enjoy one or two of these as well.

Check out my masterlist of BG3 fics!

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21: Love confession (by any character)

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Dani

“Gods, I love you.”

It fell out of her mouth in the middle of a laugh, her nose slightly scrunched, her sharp teeth flashing, her eyes misty with mirth. They’d been swapping stories around the fire, telling jokes, sharing funny memories, until at last Gale had sent half of them into fits over a tale about a student at Blackstaff who’d convinced him to play a prank on a much-despised instructor, resulting in a marble bust of the instructor spouting a colorful variety of insults thanks to a well-cast magic mouth spell.

She said it casually and instinctually, the way she did when she was with her Rovers. Without thought, but also meant with her whole chest. Affectionate and warm and light. It didn’t strike her until a moment later, wiping her eyes, that it was the first time he’d heard her say those words to him. The first time she’d said those words to anyone other than the Rovers. His face had seemed warmer after she said it, but that could have been from his laughter too. If he thought anything of it, it didn’t show on his face.

She couldn’t have known then that it would be the first many I love you’s between the two of them. But even so, in the moment, she wouldn’t have taken it back for the world. He often made her smile, often made her laugh, and she loved him to bits for it.

So the words came easily. They always came easily, meant with as much affection on that first utterance around the fire, with all her friends as a witness, as they did one thousand reiterations later, when she spoke the words softly into the crook of his neck as they lay together alone in their bed.

But she had no way of knowing what lay in her future that night around the campfire. That night she said the words with a laugh, bright and affectionate, falling a little bit in love with him but thinking nothing of it.

She didn’t know, of course, that at the very same moment he was falling a little more in love with her too. It would only be a handful of days before those words returned, murmured softly under a starlit sky, carrying the weight of a different, deeper kind of love.

But for now, as a far as first confessions go, the words were out there, but her love remained a fledgling little secret, tucked away in the back of her heart to grow over time.

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Invi

“I love you.”

She whispered it into Astarion’s blood-flecked hair, sinful red on bone white, holding him tightly as he shook under the weight of his world crashing down around him. Cazador was dead just a foot away, the ritual ruined, seven thousand and six spawn alive but with nowhere to go. And one broken, shuddering spawn who was shattering in her arms.

She probably shouldn’t have said it. It was probably the worst thing she could have said. She didn’t even know if he could hear her over the roar of grief and pain in his skull. She could sense it in his body as he pressed his hands into the blood-soaked stone of the ritual platform, his chest heaving with choked sobs. She could sense it in his mind where they were connected by the tadpoles, all barriers gone. His thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, relief mixed with sorrow, anger mixed with frenzied joy, and grief, so much grief. It was too much for his mind alone so his body has responded for him, releasing the energy in a torrent of tears and wailing cries.

Still she held on, embracing him as best she could, grounding him the only way she knew how. She understood what it was to lose control like this. She remembered all too well the night she’d struggled against her bindings, every cell in her body urging her to break free and kill Astarion, while the person inside, the girl known as Invi, screamed in the prison of her mind that she loved him and fought with all her strength to resist. He’d stayed with her the whole night. She could do no less for him now.

Still. Maybe she should have saved the words for later. Maybe they would have been better said in a quiet room where it was just the two of them. Maybe this confession would be another mistake in a long road of mistakes she’d already made. But the words were out there now. And she said them again, pressing a kiss to his hair as he struggled to regain composure.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

She wanted to say so much more, but she didn’t know how to communicate it. Those were the only words she had, and in the end, those were the words that calmed him.

He didn’t say them back. She didn’t expect him to. She didn’t even know if he had really heard them. But now that the words were out there in the world, she could deny them no longer.

She had wanted to say them the morning she woke up, still bound, and found Astarion safe and well by the smoldering campfire. She had wanted to say them before they entered this room to fight Cazador, just in case she never got the chance to again. Both times she had choked on them, unsure of the timing, or how he would respond, unsure if she even really knew what love felt like.

No more. She said the words now, because they were the only words she could say. Whether he was ready to accept them or not, she had said them, and she refused to take them back.

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Freyr

“I love you.”

He murmured it softly into Minthara’s ear as they lay together in a shared bed at the Elfsong, the darkness of the room interrupted only by a few sputtering candles. He traced his fingertips lightly across her nightshade skin, slowly up the curve of her spine, following the paths laid out by scars, pausing at old wounds as his fingers brushed against them. She lay against him, cheek on his chest, fingers at the pulse of his neck, dozing lightly. But at his words, she stirred.

He didn’t know why he said it. He didn’t know what had possessed him. Or perhaps, that itself was the problem. Nothing possessed him. He was free of his dark urges at last.

It was the first night his mind had been quiet, the first he could easily remember. In the dark of the room, with Minthara drifting away into a meditative doze, there was nothing whispering in his mind anymore. The only voice in his head was his own.

And so, unable to sleep because of the quiet, he had contemplated the woman in his arms. Turned every drifting thought back to her. Admired her beauty, her strength. Replayed the words she had spoken earlier that day, the words she had whispered as she had guided him to lay back on the bed, trying to commit them all the memory now that he had a mind to remember things. And in his contemplations of her, the words had simply fallen from his lips.

She turned her head, resting her chin on his chest, blinking sleepily at him. He waited for her to scoff, tell him love was a weakness, or even ignore his words entirely. But instead she smirked faintly and traced the curve of his lips with pad of her thumb.

“I know,” she murmured, her voice a gentle rasp.

Of course she knew. How could she not? He’d been drawn to her from the moment he met her in that ruined temple months ago. He’d devoted himself to her the moment he’d watched her fight. Sworn to protect her when he saved her from Moonrise. Vowed to kill Orin as vengeance for her as much as for himself after hearing how Orin had tormented her. Now with Orin dead and his madness at an end, he saw his actions for what they were, what they had perhaps always been. The actions of a man madly in love.

Yet he didn’t feel any weaker for having said the words. If the dark urge were still a part of him, it would have churned his gut with revulsion. But there was no more dark urge. There was only him and the woman in his arms.

Perhaps he would say it again, another time. Perhaps it would be a phrase that came easily to his lips, and perhaps one day she may even say it back. But for now it was a simple truth that they shared between them. No more need be said.

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Ardynn

“Halsin? I love you.”

She said the words as casually as she was able, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of her heart in her chest or the way her hands trembled with fine tremors. They were walking hand-in-hand through the newly cured lands around Reithwin, the air quiet but for the sound of a few intrepid birds that had been among the first to return. She spoke the words into the still air and held her breath, trying not to look as scared as she felt when Halsin turned to look at her.

She must have said it a hundred times in her head before this moment. A fleeting, silly thought when she’d had too much to drink at the tiefling party. A yearning plea when she was in the depths of the shadow cursed lands, clutching a token infused with his nature magic to her chest. A whispered prayer as she lay across from him with the campfire between them.

When they’d lain together for the first time, under the stars with the river drifting lazily by, when his lips were on her skin and his hands on her body, the words had laced together in a pattern in her mind, locked behind her teeth as she clenched them together and arched her back with pleasure. When she fell asleep in his arms each night since then, it was the last thought she cradled close to her heart before drifting away. When she woke with her body against his and opened her eyes to find him smiling gently down at her, it was the first thought that sprang to her mind.

She screamed it in her head in the midst of battle, urged the words to form on her tongue in desperate moments where he was hurt or in danger. But she hadn’t said them. She had nearly choked on the words several times, at the Iron Throne, at the Netherbrain, when she had run and jumped into his arms a tenday after the defeat of the brain, having reunited with him in Thaniel’s lands, each time nearly letting them escape only to bite them back in a hurry. These days she felt the words fill her mouth when they were doing nothing of consequence at all, sitting in silence over a meal or contemplating the landscape together. But she had never once said them out loud.

Because he had never said them, either.

She didn’t doubt his love, of course. He proved it daily with his tender looks, his desire, the very fact that he had stayed by her side in a city that he could barely tolerate and still found time for her as he worked to build a new community for refugees of the smoldering city. She heard it when he called her “my heart” and cradled her face in his warm hand. She tasted it on his lips when he kissed her, felt his love press into her skin when he kissed her forehead.

He loved her in his own way. In the way that wood elf bear druids who were over three centuries old loved. She was content with that. And she would be content if he never said the words that rang daily in her skull, beating with her heart. She just didn’t know how he would respond if she said the words.

A part of her worried he would react negatively, withdraw, create space between them to remind her of his nature to roam. But even if he did, it wouldn’t change what she felt. She loved him. Roaming and all.

So she said them now, trying to sound casual, as though this were part of their every day speech when it very much was not. He turned to looked at her, only the barest hint of surprise on his features, and for a brief moment she regretted ever putting a voice to her thoughts at all. But then he smiled warmly and bent to kiss her, her hand still in his.

“And I love you, my heart,” he said quietly.

Just as naturally as if he’d said it a hundred times before.

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I sent the show!Jonsa ask! Yeah, I was toying with it because one of the sticking points for me is figuring out why the show did or didn't do Jonsa and why that may or may not happen in the books. That to me is really some of the most damning stuff, and I can't point to Dany's arc in the show or Stannis' etc. (many of the examples you use) as argumentation for what makes sense in the books but have yet to have happened without, too, including Jonsa.

Anon asks are limited by length (and I would not want to waste your time with adding caveat after caveat lol) but I do also have complicated feelings about D&D; on the one hand I think there were serious problems on set and I have a lot of capital F feminist problems with them, but that doesn't belie all the creative work they put into the show (I do think there are Choices they made about how to portray romance without the source material at hand, and even before that honestly, but I already wrote that ask lol).

You're definitely right about the heaping of romantic parallels; one or two of those relationships alone could be written off, but the Sam/Gilly one is very weird, and Kit's acting choices are... very weird lol. Re: Sansa's jealousy, I had read that more as Dark Sansa foreshadowing as opposed to Jonsa jealousy, so I don't know???? When it comes to show!Jonsa I mostly only like the S6 dynamic anyway, so that might be down to some of my bias.

Basically I'm trying to entertain alternative ideas that might explain things as opposed to genuinely arguing for show!Jonsa being an accident, and I was thinking about this as well because it is an issue I've encountered with shipping/romance/fandom in general before. The male-gazey tropey dynamic ends up feeling off, but by virtue of the romance goggles of the author not being applied to another dynamic, it ends up feeling more mutual and less objectified and more interesting lol. A good example off the top of my head, given you've just watched the MCU films, is that I shipped Steve/Natasha (yes...) because the dynamic in Winter Soldier was above and beyond any other M/F pairing in the films. Naturally everybody goes on about ~platonic soulmates~ but I love good guys with sad/evil/redeemed ladies so I can't help it. Not saying it's at all canon though, I think they absolutely stumbled into that one.

I'm glad your nephew enjoyed the MCU films! I remember when I rewatched Endgame with my best friend, her dad came in and we had to keep explaining who the 'blue one and the green one' were. It made the film much better.

Anyway, thank you so much for entertaining my ask, and as always, being such a good sport. 🥰💝

(continuation of this convo)

You have no idea how much I sympathize with the caveat issue. I write answers and then delete entire paragraphs because I have such a tendency to try to clarify everything that it makes things less clear because I bury the point, but then I regret it when the vague blogs start. We all have limited time though, and every answer can't be thousands of rambling words! Sometimes I've literally just said "insert caveat" lmao!

I do also have complicated feelings about D&D; on the one hand I think there were serious problems on set and I have a lot of capital F feminist problems with them

I read this article about Emilia's experience on set for GoT (I have not been able to relocate it, but I did actually read an article with her quotes--it wasn't just a tumblr post), and I felt that she was taken advantage of when it came to the nudity/sex scenes. I actually think she meant for some of the stories to be amusing, but I felt sick reading it. She didn't say it was D&D, but apparently when she wanted to do less nudity going forward, she was told her fans expected it and it became a fight trying to move away from it, and....I just worry about the power dynamics with all these young actresses and what they're told they "need" to do. The fact that even if they ultimately agree to certain things, it still may be a result of coercion or they aren't actually being taken care of/feel safe when doing it...it left a very bad taste in my mouth regarding the behind the scenes stuff. And obviously, we all noticed the changes they made to the story, what they did to Sansa...plenty of things we can take exception to purely on what made it to our screens.

Basically I'm trying to entertain alternative ideas that might explain things as opposed to genuinely arguing for show!Jonsa being an accident

I enjoy doing that too! Groupthink is boring! I don't expect everyone to think the same way/come to the same conclusion, and I've changed my mind on a few things which only happens if we're willing to entertain different ideas instead of shutting people down. I mean, I'm not easily persuaded to a different way of thinking, but I try to be open to it. With the condition that someone interprets Sansa in a way I can live with which excludes most of the fandom/their theories tbh.

I basically work myself to one position and then back to where I started when it comes to show Jonsa. If it was an accident, I don't love it any less, if it wasn't, I'm curious what the hell happened. I didn't get what I wanted there, so it really doesn't matter to me what people conclude. I genuinely thought it was amusing when Kit acted surprised when he was asked about Jonsa because it was his face that was saying "not normal sibling feelings here." Silly man. 😂 And, D&D fucked up enough I don't like to take them too seriously, so I can't say, "this doesn't make sense therefore it was an accident" because, uh, a lot of their choices ultimately made no sense.

it is an issue I've encountered with shipping/romance/fandom in general before. The male-gazey tropey dynamic ends up feeling off, but by virtue of the romance goggles of the author not being applied to another dynamic, it ends up feeling more mutual and less objectified and more interesting lol.

I certainly agree about the general male v female view of romance. I found that a problem when I said that they didn't write a romance for Jonerys, and the guy I was talking to was like, "they had sex tho???" There was just...a massive gap between what we were looking for when talking about the characters/relationships. Although, he did know what I meant when I said "well, they filmed Jon and Sansa like a ruling couple." He immediately understood that. And, considering what they did to the sandsnakes (I'm not saying the line), I do understand the argument that if they meant for there to be a romance, they would have done it in such a way that we would have objected.

I think part of the reason I believed Jonsa was intentional was because I don't ship non canon pairings. My brain isn't one to think, "oh but what about those two" as I wasn't even involved in fandom before, and I generally just took what a story was and reacted to it, rather than re-configuring it. Obvy, having been in the fandom for so long now, that's changed somewhat, but for me, s7 was a total puzzlement, and Jonsa / some variation of poljon was the only way it connected to everything we had established before. In a bizarre twist, we didn't get the story that would make it coherent, but we still got the endpoint: Jon betraying Dany for Sansa. It's still weird to me, all these years later. Now I'm mainly bemused rather than angry though.

#dot chat

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'Robert, I beg of you,” Ned pleaded, “hear what you are saying. You are talking of murdering a child.” “The whore is pregnant!” The king’s fist slammed down on the council table loud as a thunderclap.

We are barely into the chapter and Robert is already using gendered slurs. On a fourteen year old girl at that. God I absolutely hate him. Cersei kill him already.

'On the Trident, Ser Barristan here cut down a dozen good men, Robert’s friends and mine. When they brought him to us, grievously wounded and near death, Roose Bolton urged us to cut his throat, but your brother said, ‘I will not kill a man for loyalty, nor for fighting well,’ and sent his own maester to tend Ser Barristan’s wounds.” He gave the king a long cool look. “Would that man were here today.” Robert had shame enough to blush.' … 'Robert purpled. “No more, Ned,” he warned, pointing. “Not another word. Have you forgotten who is king here?” “No, Your Grace,” Ned replied. “Have you?'

Ned completely tears him apart with cold snark and I love it. It’s moments like these I remember why I came to like Ned in the first place. He makes mistakes, massive ones at that, and he’s flawed, and I absolutely love to critique him, but I do appreciate him. A lot.

'Grand Maester Pycelle cleared his throat, a process that seemed to take some minutes. “My order serves the realm, not the ruler. Once I counseled King Aerys as loyally as I counsel King Robert now, so I bear this girl child of his no ill will. Yet I ask you this—should war come again, how many soldiers will die? How many towns will burn? How many children will be ripped from their mothers to perish on the end of a spear?” He stroked his luxuriant white beard, infinitely sad, infinitely weary. “Is it not wiser, even kinder, that Daenerys Targaryen should die now so that tens of thousands might live?'

Of all the people in the council it’s actually this guy who makes a good point. Yes Dany is largely innocent now but in the future she will kill an innocent person to birth three weapons of mass destruction and use them to create havoc. She’s the fire threat who will have the means to destroy the world and before she’s stopped, she will kill tens of thousands if likely not more. This is a dilemma and there are no right answers.

I wish him every success.” Ned unfastened the heavy clasp that clutched at the folds of his cloak, the ornate silver hand that was his badge of office. He laid it on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. “I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king. Robert’s face was purple. “Out,” he croaked, choking on his rage. “Out, damn you, I’m done with you. What are you waiting for? Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I’ll have your head on a spike!'

I am not gonna lie. This scene here sounds like a break up.

'And when you have it, what then? Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust. Ned slid the dagger that Catelyn had brought him out of the sheath on his belt. The Imp’s knife. Why would the dwarf want Bran dead? To silence him, surely. Another secret, or only a different strand of the same web?'

The first lines are very interesting. It sounds as if Ned has is own little secret that is too dangerous to share that should be kept a secret even from those you love and trust, And right after that he immediately thinks of Catelyn. Ned, what secret are you keeping from her?

'The first and last,” said Ned. “I’ve had my fill.” “When do you mean to return to Winterfell, my lord?” “As soon as I can. What concern is that of yours?”

So let me get this straight. You tell Vayon Poole to not speak of your plan to leave by ship to anyone because the castle is full of eyes and ears, but then you proceed to announce your plan to a man you said wasn’t trustworthy? I-i..

Never change, Ned. Never change.

Next chapter we are with the daughter of rivers and mother of wolves: Catelyn.

#asoiaf reread project #agot reread #Ned Stark #anti robert baratheon #anti daenerys targaryen

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A Targaryen Sits The Throne Again || Daenerys GOT fix-it fic

A/N: hello! I am new to this and posting this is going to be a huge risk because the fandom is divided on opinion on S8 but I wrote this just for my own satisfaction! I hope anyone who comes across this will like it!

Word Count: 5k

No Pairings!

The dragon queen stood on the balcony of her pyramid palace, gazing down at the city of Mereen below with a small smile on her face. She had everything she had aimed for in the west but now she needed to head to her homeland and reclaim her family’s throne. She had heard that Tommen Baratheon now sat on her father’s throne and a rage she hadn’t felt in years reclaimed her breast.

Candles began to ignite as the sun set and Daenerys made up her mind. Turning from the balcony, the dragon queen walked back into her chambers and smiled as Missandei stood waiting for her. “I am going to Westeros,” Daenerys announced suddenly, startling her friend and trusted advisor.

“Yes, your grace, but for that we need ships,” Missandei spoke with slight confusion in her voice before she saw the smile on her queen’s lips, “you have a plan, your grace?”

Daenerys’s smile only grew and she nodded. “My dragons are fully grown, I have trusted advisors that I will need in Westeros, especially Tyrian Lannister but I can have as many ships as I need much sooner,” the Targaryen spoke, her mind set on her plan, “would you follow me across the great sea to the land of my ancestors? Will you go or will this be our parting day?”

Missandei faltered at the mention of flying but she regained herself and nodded to Daenerys, “I am bound to you in debt with my life, Khaleesi, I will follow you.”

Daenerys smiled and nodded, walking over to her and clasping her hands together, looking deep into the girls eyes. “Gather my advisors, this is to be a long night of planning,” Daenerys whispered softly.

It was decided that Daenerys would stay in Mereen for two more months after that night while some ships were speedily being built by the best carpenters of Mereen. The dragon queen watched Jorah very carefully after he had expressed his concern of her leaving Mereen for her better future in Westeros. Daario had been a comfort to Dany as she watched the ships being built day by day.

On the night before she would fly for Westeros, she sat up in bed with Daario and stared out of the window. “I cannot sleep,” she whispered into the dark, knowing that Daario couldn’t sleep either.

“We will sail for your birthright right behind you, my queen,” Daario replied, sitting up and pulling the dragon queen flush against him before pressing soft kisses to her neck and grinning at her slight flinch, “try to get as much sleep as you possibly can.”

With that, the soldier laid back down with Daenerys’s head on his chest and the hours sped by as she fell into a light slumber under the protection of her lover.

A knock the next morning signalled Missandei was up and ready and once she entered, the girl helped Daenerys into her riding outfit that she’d had custom made to last above the cold waters of the salt ocean.

“You look beautiful, your grace,” Missandei commented as she tied the last strap to Daenerys’s bodice, “Drogon landed in the harbour and the Unsullied are gathered as well, they await your order.”

Daenerys nodded and turned to look at Daario, who had gotten dressed as Missandei was talking, and sent him a wistful smile before departing her chambers to head down to the harbour.

As Missandei had described, many Unsullied had gathered in uniform lines, awaiting the commands of their Queen. With a shaky breath, Daenerys took the podium and looked over them before beginning her speech. “Unsullied!” she shouted, hearing the bang of spears as acknowledgement, “today I shall fly across the ocean to my homeland and slay the usurpers to reclaim my throne! Your general has spoken with you all and you know that a hundred of you shall be accompanying me! The rest shall listen to Jorah Mormont until a ship arrives back here with a fleet to deliver you to my palace!”

There was no verbal response, only the pounding of spears against the ground as Daenerys climbed onto Drogon and looked over the city of Mereen before grabbing onto Drogon and commanding him into the sky. The dragon roared and kicked off from the ground, keenly listening to his mother and batting his wings against the current of the wind. Once the ships left the harbour, Daenerys allowed Drogon to fly in the direction of Westeros.

The wind in her hair felt luxurious above the clouds, her hands reaching up into the sky, going into clouds and coming out as she allowed herself these small moments of peace. Daenerys Targaryen was heading back to her home, twenty years after the siege of Kings Landing by Robert Baratheon and the death of King Aerys Targaryen and her mother, Rhaella on Dragonstone.

The mother of dragons watched the ocean below, allowing Drogon to swoop low so he could dip his claws in and she smiled at his deep groan in appreciation. The dragon had never made such a journey before and neither had his brothers that were following behind. They had planned to land on a small island for a few hours and when they reached the island, Daenerys scanned it from the air before deciding that there was no threat and allowing her children to land.

Daenerys slipped off of Drogon’s back and examined the grass around her before striding down the beach to the edge of the ocean, watching as the water lapped at the edge.

Daenerys smiled as she made it to the beach. The ocean was a place of solace for her. She had spent many her childhood days on the beach in Volantis, dreaming of one day coming back to Westeros to reclaim her family's throne. The last twenty years had been full of struggle, but now she finally felt at peace. She knew she had a long journey ahead of her, but she was ready to face it head on.

Their trip to Kings Landing to overtake King Tommen would likely cost her many of her ranks. Somehow, she was glad that she only brought three hundred Unsullied with her. Even with such small numbers, the men in their iron suits would still suffer by her hand and dragon breath. They'd expect her to head to Dragonstone first as a base but Daenerys knew that she would be better off attacking the Capital if she wanted this seige over quickly.

This was a major part of her strategy. By attacking the capital directly, she would surprise her enemies and catch them off guard. Her Unsullied were well trained and disciplined, and with her three dragons at her command, she had an overwhelming force that her opponents would be hard-pressed to beat. She knew that her enemy would put up a fierce fight, but she was confident that she could outmaneuver them and take the Iron Throne once and for all.

Seeing the sails of the ships in the horizon, Daenerys jumped onto Drogon's back and gripped his spines before the dragon took off into the sky. Daenerys clung to her dragon as the wind whipped at her hair and they began their journey to Westeros again.

They flew for hours, Daenerys clinging to her dragon the whole time. It was a perilous journey, but they eventually made it to the shores of Westeros. As they landed, Daenerys felt a surge of excitement course through her. She was back on her ancestral home, and she was ready to reclaim what was rightfully hers. No one could defeat her now, not with her dragons at her command. She would take the Iron Throne and restore the Targaryen dynasty to its rightful place of power.

She could see King's Landing growing larger in the distance as they approached. She felt a surge of excitement mixed with nerves as she prepared herself for the battle to come.She was determined to not let anything stop her from retaking the Iron Throne. Her dragons were her most powerful weapon and she intended to use them to their fullest extent. She took a deep breath and knelt to feel the sand on the beach of Westeros.

She knelt and crumpled some sand in her hand, feeling the spirits of past Targaryens at her side, propelling her forward to carry on with her task. She would wait until nightfall when her ships would arrive and by morning, she will be at the gates to Kings Landing to punish the usurpers and the kingslayer.

That night Daenerys felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as her ships neared the shore. She knew that her enemies were waiting for her, and that this battle would be a difficult one. But she was confident in the strength of her army and her dragons, and she was determined to take back the Iron Throne at any cost. She gave one final look back at her ships before turning her attention to the city. This was what she had fought so hard for, and she was ready to take what was rightfully hers.

Her Unsullied followed behind as she made her way towards the city gates. She was met by a group of Lannister warriors, who drew their swords and prepared to fight. They had been anticipating her arrival, and they knew that she would be a formidable opponent. But Daenerys was not deterred by their threats. She raised her sword in the air as her Unsullied raised their spears, and they charged towards the gates with a deafening roar from her dragons overhead.

Drogon's flames exploded across the city, incinerating the archers and any other enemies in his path. He was a powerful force, and he had already caused significant damage to the city in a short span of time. But Daenerys knew that her dragon was not invincible, and she would need to be careful to keep him out of harm's way. Her Unsullied continued to push forward and fight off the Lannister forces as Drogon flew above them, raining fire down on their ranks.

The arrows whistled through the air as Drogon flew towards the Red Keep. Daenerys ducked as she felt them brush by her head, and she could hear the screams of the archers as they desperately tried to flee from the burning dragon. She landed at the entrance of the keep, her Unsullied surrounding her as they prepared to face whatever lay within. She looked up at the Red Keep's towers, her heart racing in anticipation. This was it. After all these years, she was finally here. Now it was time to take back what was hers.

Tommen, upon hearing Daenerys's threat, reluctantly decided to surrender and come out to face her. He knew that he had no chance of defeating her and her dragons in battle, and so he figured it would be better to give up peacefully rather than face certain death.

He walked out of the Red Keep with his hands raised in surrender, and Daenerys's Unsullied surrounded him, pointing their spears at him. Daenerys looked at him with a mixture of anger and disgust, her eyes blazing with fury. She had spent years planning for this moment of vengeance, and now she would finally get to enact it.

"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name, true heir to the Iron Throne," Daenerys spoke, tilting her head with a show of power as Drogon roared behind her, "Unsullied, go find Cersei Lannister and drag her outside, she needs to repent for her crimes."

The Unsullied nodded and set off to complete their task, while Tommen looked on with fear in his eyes. He knew that he was at Daenerys's mercy, and she could do with him as she pleased.

Daenerys's rage was palpable as she stared down at Tommen, her body trembling with anger. She was going to make him pay for what he and his father had done to her family, and she would not rest until he had suffered for his crimes. Tommen could see the hatred in her eyes and knew that he was in for a fate worse than death.

"What do you know of my lineage, Boy King?" Daenerys asked Tommen, fire in her eyes as she stepped toward him and pointed the tip of her sword to his throat.

Tommen froze in fear as the point of Dany's sword pressed against his neck. He knew that she could easily end his life in an instant, and he had no real way of defending himself from her attack. He stared up at her with a mixture of fear and defiance, unable to say anything except for a faint, "...nothing..."

"You speak lies just as your mother did," Daenerys sneered, stepping closer and lowering her blade, kneeling to take a clump of Tommen's golden hair between her fingers, "the Baratheon hair genes are strong and yet Cersei births three blonde children. Impossible unless... they're bastards."

Tommen's face went white with shock as he realized what Dany was saying. He had never considered that his mother might have been unfaithful to Robert Baratheon, and for a moment he felt as though he was going to be sick. He was at a loss for words and he simply shook his head in denial, unable to speak the truth that Daenerys had just revealed.

"No?" Daenerys hummed, standing when she saw her troops dragging out Cersei Lannister. "Lets ask her," she growled, stepping up to the blonde King Mother, "Cersei Lannister. You realise incest is punishable by death. Who did you have your children with? Was it your brother? Or your cousin?"

Cersei's eyes widened in fear as she was pulled forward by the Unsullied. She looked on in horror as Daenerys approached her, her eyes filled with hatred and fear. She knew that she would not be able to get out of this unscathed.

The Lannister looked at Daenerys and then at Tommen, and then back at Daenerys, the terror in her eyes growing with each passing moment. "I am innocent of these charges," she sneered, "You have no proof that my children are the product of incest."

"I said to Tommen that his hair is unnaturally blonde for a Baratheon," Dany commented with a light giggle, her voice laced with venom as she spoke bitterly, "how, when Robert Baratheon's bastards have brown hair, does his legitimate children have blonde hair like their mother unless they're bastards and incestuous bastards at that."

Cersei's face went pale as she processed the evidence that was being presented to her. She could feel her stomach turn as she realized that she had been found out. She had been so careful to keep her secret, but now it was all coming out in the open. She had no way of denying the accusations, and she knew that she was going to have to face the consequences of her actions.

"Unsullied, take away the Usurpers, I shall deal with them later," Daenerys ordered before entering the Red Keep for the first time.

The Unsullied followed Daenerys's order and took Cersei and Tommen away, leaving them to await their punishment. Daenerys was now in control of the capital, and she intended to make sure that the message was sent loud and clear that the House of Targaryen was back in power. She knew that she would have many enemies, especially among those who had supported her enemies, and she would need to be cautious in order to consolidate her power and protect herself from those who wished her ill.

Daenerys walked through the halls of the Red Keep and took in the smells that she could smell. She was surrounded by the spirits of her ancestors, welcoming her home as she made her way to the throne room. Power coursed through her veins as she took in the sight of the Iron Throne before her, a seat that had held her family for centuries.

Daenerys stood in awe of the Iron Throne, taking in its majestic appearance and considering the power that it represented. She felt her ancestors' presence all around her, and she knew that she had been called to this place for a reason. It was the symbol of her family's power, and it would be her seat as queen. She took a moment to breathe in the power and the history of the throne, and then she ascended the steps and took her place on the Iron Throne. She felt unstoppable, and she was determined to prove herself to be a worthy successor to her ancestors.

Daenerys watched as people began to file into the throne room, Lord and commoner alike curious about this new Queen. Missandei walked past the crowd and took her spot at the foot of the stairs leading to the Iron Throne proudly and announced, "you stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, the breaker of chains, Khaleesi of the great grass sea, protector of the seven kingdoms and the mother of dragons. Bend the knee or die with the old age."

The room fell silent as everyone turned their eyes towards Daenerys. She sat on the Iron Throne, her head held high and her eyes burning with determination. The crowd seemed awestruck by her presence, and she could feel their respect for her growing with each passing moment. She gave Missandei a smile of gratitude and then turned her attention towards the crowd.

The people looked on in awe and fear at the sight of the new Queen. Some immediately kneeled, while others looked at her with confusion and uncertainty. Daenerys rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination and power, and she spoke to the crowd in a loud and clear voice. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and I am here to retake what is rightfully mine,” she proclaimed, her words ringing out throughout the room. “If you wish to live, you will kneel and swear your allegiance to me."

The crowd all bent the knee and bowed their heads to their new ruler; Daenerys Targaryen. The Dragon Queen stood straight and looked over her subjects with a blank expression before she began to speak again, "my coronation shall be a week from now, in the ruins of the dragon pit! I shall honour my family's traditions or coronating there!"

The crowd cheered at Daenerys's words, their enthusiasm evident as they chanted, "Queen! Queen! Queen!" Daenerys raised her hand in acknowledgment of the crowd's support, and she could feel the immense responsibility that was now upon her shoulders. She knew that she had big shoes to fill, but she was ready for the challenge. She had spent her whole life dreaming of this day, and she was not going to let anything stop her from succeeding in reclaiming her rightful place on the Iron Throne.

Daenerys watched as the crowd then began to leave the throne room to spread the word and she looked to Missandei with a smile. "Follow me," she whispered before leaving through a side door down into the crypts. Once there, she stood before the skull of Balerion, the largest dragon in centuries. "This was ridden by King Jaehearys Targaryen centuries ago and then King Viserys for a few short years before his death," Daenerys spoke to Missandei, a small smile on her face, "I wonder if that is how big my dragons shall grow to be."

Missandei looked on in reverence at the skull of Balerion, the powerful dragon that had once soared through the sky. She had heard much about this legendary dragon throughout the years, and to see its remains in the flesh was truly a moving experience. She was reminded of the legacy of the Targaryen's and the power that their dragons once wielded, and she felt a sense of pride and admiration for what Daenerys was able to achieve in reclaiming her family's throne. She was glad to be part of this historic moment, and she remained silent as Daenerys paid her respects to her ancestor's legacy.

"Now that I have Kings Landing secured, I shall need to affirm my allies to ensure prosperity for my Kingdom," Daenerys realised, guiding Missandei back to the throne room, "have a maester send a raven to Lady Olenna Tyrell, I am in need of her alliance of Highgarden."

"Of course, Your Grace," Missandei said with a respectful bow before turning to go and complete Daenerys's command. It was clear that there was much work to be done if Daenerys was to ensure stability in her new realm, but she knew that she had the strength and perseverance to see it through. She was ready to lead the Seven Kingdoms into a new era, and she knew that with her allies at her side, there was nothing that could stop her from achieving her goal of restoring her house's true glory.

Daenerys smiled and left the throne room, walking around the ancient halls of her family and only stopped when she spotted a finely dressed lady heading her way. "Lady Margaery Tyrell," Daenerys greeted her with a gentle smile, watching as the woman dropped into a curtsy, "I apologise for arresting your husband but I have more claim than he, I hope you understand. You will be allowed to remain here if you wish or return to Highgarden with your..." her eyes drifted to Margaery's stomach, "heir."

Margaery looked up at the new Queen with a mixture of fear and respect. She had heard rumours about Daenerys's ambitions, but she had never expected to be face to face with her. She was impressed by the new Queen's powerful presence and her confidence in her claim to the Iron Throne, and she knew that it would be wise to pledge her allegiance to her. "I am grateful for your mercy, and I promise that I will serve you faithfully and loyally as you rule the Seven Kingdoms. I hope we will be able to work together to build a better future for this realm under your leadership."

Daenerys gave Margaery another smile before continuing on her path. So many doors, portraits and artefacts that her ancestors had passed without a care were now appreciated by the new Queen who had never seen it before. Her brother, Viserys, before his death had spoken of the golden halls nightly but that had just been his childish memory and glorification of the Keep. Viserys was a fool, Daenerys was a Queen.

The halls of the Red Keep were full of history and grandeur, and Daenerys was grateful that she had the opportunity to explore them and experience what her ancestors had once built. She knew that she had a duty to honor their legacy, and she was determined to do just that. The power of her ancestry radiated from the very walls of this place, and she felt a deep sense of pride in knowing that she would one day walk in their footsteps as Queen and rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

A memory resurfaced in Daenerys's mind of the witch who had made her infertile after her bargain to save Khal Drogo. Clicking her tongue, Daenerys headed to where she knew there was a septa and allowed him to bow before she spoke, "I wish to be cleansed of curses. I am a Targaryen and need my lineage to continue with an heir. I am currently cursed with infertility, mayhaps you can fix it?"

The septa's eyes widened as he heard Daenerys's request, and he looked at her with sympathy and concern. He knew that the Targaryens were a proud and powerful family, and he could understand why a curse of infertility would be a source of great distress and disappointment for someone who had been raised on all the prestige and privilege that came with being a part of such a prestigious lineage. He was determined to do all he could to help Daenerys overcome this curse, and he hoped that his knowledge of the old ways and sacred rituals would provide her with the help that she so desperately needed.

Daenerys allowed the septa to guide her to a bed where she stripped to her chemise and then she laid on the bed. The septa began the rituals and incantations that had been passed down for countless generations in the hopes of removing the curse upon Daenerys. He knew that if the gods were feeling merciful and the incantations were performed correctly, they might choose to remove the curse and restore Daenerys's fertility so that she might one day bear a son to carry her legacy and the Targaryen bloodline forward into the future.

After what felt like hours, a pressure Daenerys didn't know she felt disappeared and she sat up, feeling her abdomen tenderly. "I thank you, septa," Daenerys whispered, slipping off the bed and taking the robe the septa offered her, "long live House Targaryen."

The septa smiled at Daenerys and said, "In the name of the Father, the Mother, and the seven Blessings, I bless you with fertility and the ability to bear a son that will carry forward your legacy and that of your House. May you live long and prosper as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

Daenerys smiled and left the septa, making her journey to the chambers that long ago belonged to Rhaenyra Targaryen, the half year Queen. Daenerys felt a connection to this particular Targaryen and so, claimed her rooms as the Queen's Quarters and ordered for tailors to come measure her for a new wardrobe fit for a Targaryen Queen. Happy with herself, the Queen took herself to bed and slept soundly for the first time in years.

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Days later, her wardrobe was ready and Missandei joined her when she went to view what the royal tailor had come up with. They were magnificent, composed of fine silks, furs, and fabrics that were woven in the colours of her house with intricate dragon motifs. The tailors had worked tirelessly during her first days in the capital to create a wardrobe worthy of a Targaryen Queen, and they had done an amazing job in crafting her a wardrobe that would reflect the dignity and power of her newly-claimed position. When Daenerys put on her new clothing for the first time, she felt an immense sense of pride and admiration for the craftsmen who had created them and for the heritage and legacy that they reflected.

Daenerys turned to Missandei for her opinion and grabbed her skirts, twirling for her friend childishly, knowing that she could only be herself with Missandei and perhaps Daario. Missandei smiled at her Queen's show of excitement and pride over her new wardrobe and she gave it her stamp of approval. She knew how much pressure and responsibility Daenerys had upon her shoulders, so it was good to see her taking this time to let her hair down and be herself for a moment. Missandei was one of the few people that Daenerys had been able to trust throughout her life, and she was touched to see her friend finally able to find a moment of peace amidst all the chaos and turmoil of her taking back the Iron Throne.

As Daenerys finished her twirl, a guard opened the door and stepped inside. "Your Grace," he began with a bow, "Lady Olenna has arrived."

Daenerys froze and then sighed, hugging her friend goodbye before following the guard to the throne room. "Send her in," she ordered the guard, who nodded and walked to the grand doors.

Olenna Tyrell entered the throne room in all her grandeur and splendor, her presence demanding respect and attention from all who beheld her. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Daenerys knew that she would need to tread carefully when dealing with her. However, she was also a powerful ally, and she would need to find a way to win her favor and gain her support if she was to achieve her goals. As Olenna came forward and bowed deeply before the Queen, she made a mental note to tread carefully but still stand her ground despite her admiration for the powerful Lady of Highgarden.

"My sympathies to you for your granddaughter losing the throne but hopefully we can move past this setback and see a prosperous future alliance," Daenerys spoke, her voice regal and full of power, "if the Lady Margaery produces a son for Tommen Lannister, I would happily betrothe him to the first daughter I produce."

Olenna was taken aback by Daenerys's words, but she knew the importance of forging alliances and building strong relationships in order to maintain stability in the realm. She was also wise enough to recognize that Daenerys was not the type of Queen to be messed with, and she was impressed by the new Queen's display of authority and power. She respected her as a worthy adversary and was willing to work with her to ensure a prosperous future for their respective Houses. She gave a stiff nod to Daenerys's proposal and spoke. "That is most generous of you, your Grace. I suppose such an alliance would be mutually beneficial to both of our Houses. ," Olenna replied with a respectful curtsy and a bow of her head, "You are wise to seek to make an alliance with Highgarden, considering that House Tyrell provides much of the crops and resources that allow the Crownlands and its people to thrive."

"I wish for the best of Westeros and those I freed in the east," Daenerys responded with a twinkle in her eyes, "I need allies to ensure that my reign shall be a long one. May we count on your armies should a rebellion arise?"

"You can count on the support of House Tyrell, Your Grace," Olenna vowed with the utmost seriousness. "We have a strength that few in the realm can match, and we will stand by you in all your endeavors. You have my word; our swords are at your disposal should you ever need them."

"I thank you, lady Tyrell," Daenerys bowed her head before gesturing to a guard to guide her out of the throne room and when she was alone, Daenerys turned to her throne and breathed a soft sigh. In a week, she would be venturing north to meet with the self-proposed King in the North, Jon Snow and hoping he will bend the knee for her. By that time, her full army should land in Westeros with Daario so she would be protected. A tear dropped down her cheek as she thought about how mad her father had been and she vowed to herself that she would never sink that low.

With the alliance with the Tyrell's secured, Daenerys felt her confidence and resolve strengthening as she now looked forward to her meeting with Jon Snow. She knew that they had much to discuss, and she hoped to ensure that the meeting was productive and ended with an alliance between their Houses. Daenerys knew the North was a key ally as it controlled a significant portion of the kingdom's manpower and resources, so she was determined to find a way to reach an agreement with the King in the North. She had the support of her House and the power of her dragons, so she was ready to negotiate from a position of strength and determination.

Her mind snapped back to the present and she recalled her coronation in 4 days time and she clicked her tongue, leaving the throne room to find Missandei and she smiled when she found her friend overlooking the city in one of the turrets. "Will you do the honour of announcing me as official Queen of the Seven Kingdoms at my coronation?" Daenerys asked, standing beside Missandei with a smile, "I would love for you to be the first person to call me Queen Daenerys Stormborn."

Missandei let out a joyful chuckle and put a hand on her chest as she said to her Queen, "It would be my honor to do such a thing. I am so proud of you and all you have accomplished, and I am thankful to be able to be a part of this historic moment. You have come such a long way, and you have overcome great challenges to claim your rightful place on the Iron Throne. Your people shall know no greater queen, and I am honored to be chosen to help with ushering in this new age of prosperity for the Seven Kingdoms."

Daenerys nodded with a smile and took her friend's hands with a gentle grip. She looked up to the sky and whispered, "please, Missandei, you are my true friend. Every other has betrayed me or left me in the past but not you... I don't know what would happen to me if I lost you."

"You will never lose me, Daenerys," Missandei replied with a tear in her eye. "You have been an inspiration to me throughout all these years, and I know that you will be a wonderful and just queen. I am honored to be by your side and to be able to help you succeed in bringing order and stability back to the Seven Kingdoms. I shall always be by your side, standing beside you as your loyal and faithful friend, come what may."

The mother of dragons smiled and nodded before enveloping her friend in a tight hug and nestling her head into the crook of her neck. “Thank you,” she whispered softly, allowing herself a few moments of peace before the wild of the storm.”

Daenerys Targaryen wasn’t alone in this world though an alternate universe reigned as the supreme where the Dragon Queen meets her end before becoming Queen. In this world, she had everyone she needed, she had her dragons, her army, Missandei and forces were sailing to assist her. She wasn’t going to be Queen of the Ashes and in this world, she won’t be.

#daenerys targeryan #daenerys defense squad #daenerys stormborn #daenerys appreciation #daenerys targaryen #pro daenerys #missandei #fix it fic #giving Daenerys the ending she deserved #Queen Daenerys Stormborn

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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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FC6 - Kissing their S/Os hand

unhinged hours - my laptop is gonna die, there’s a blackout, i’ve had no sleep and i have far cry 6 brain rot 😭 this was basically inspired from the bembe ask, where the amazing @mrsdanirojas suggest i do the hand kissing for some of the others and i have delivered so pls enjoy this quickly written fluff <33 (also i did fem dani this time not gn!)

Dani Rojas

Dani comes out of María Marquessa’s studio, chest puffing as she blows the stay hairs from her face. Oh and she’s covered in blood.

She practically murdered her way from the front entrance all the way out to the parking lot out back. And whilst you insisted you come with her, getting a front row seat of Dani’s talent— you can’t find it in yourself to complain.

Dani has her signature smirk on her face as she approaches you, taking your hand in her own as you begin half-heartedly lecturing her about Marquessa sending her best after her.

“She can damn well try.”

Your hand is brought to her lips, and you can’t help but smile in awe as a wild looking Dani kisses over your knuckles and squeezes your hand gently.

Clara García

Clara had been planning her grand speech for days now, running it over with you each night before bed. It had to be perfect and despite how much you supported her, you knew she was nervous.

No one would have guessed that when she took the blue flare into her hand, lighting it and tossing it into the centre of the group’s circle as she rallied her people.

You were the first to stand beside her, taking your own flare and throwing it onto the pile. The two of you sharing a knowing smile as the others all stood beside each other.

“Viva Libertad, mi reina”

Clara’s eyes widened with love and awe after hearing your words of endearment, taking both your hands in hers as she gave a gentle but confident kiss to them.

Your eyes never left hers as she rubbed her thumbs along your fingers, both of you giggling and feeling flustered as Julio, Juan and Dani all cheered for the two of you and for Libertad.

Juan Cortez

Juan Cortez is an infamous spy, known for his work with the KBG, Libertad, a handful of dictators and even the United States Government. He’s fluent in god-knows how many languages and he’s one of the best, if not the best in resolver.

With all that being said, he really couldn’t do any of it without his numerous loyal spies— none of them as loyal as you, his best spy and most trusted friend and partner.

The two of you were currently teaming up with Clara and Libertad, hoping to bring down Castillo at the Paraíso Hotel for his speech. Juan had sent you in there to go and snoop the place out, trusting no one but you to get the job done.

Just as you’re about to leave, having geared up and fixed your makeshift FND uniform, Juan snakes a hand around your waist and takes your hand to bring to his lips.

“Go get em, cariño”

You both share a soft smile as he kisses your knuckles, and you playfully turn your hand to hold his chin so that you can hold him still, kissing his cheek and running out the door to head for Esperanza.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

Its a lazy afternoon at the Montero Farm— you’re brushing one of the horses (and feeding her extra sugar cubes and carrots when no one is looking) whilst Camila practices her knife skills to your left.

You love to watch her work. Yes, you do check her out because she looks super hot doing it but more importantly you love to watch her improve on a skill she loves.

Her face lights up in a soft blush as you compliment her, a smile erupting on her face when you softly clap after some of the more impressive sequences.

Camila comes up to you whilst your back is turned, your focus on brushing all the dust from the beautiful horse. She takes your hand, letting the brush slip from your hand before brining it to your lips for a gentle kiss.

“Gracias, mi amor”

Her gentle smile is completely over shadowed by Philly’s loud whistle and Carlos’ even louder threat of making you tonights dinner instead of the crocodile he’s currently skinning.

Bembé Alvarez

Bembé never liked meetings with business partners— there’s always too many things that could go wrong whilst simultaneously being one of the most boring parts of his job.

They’re always either overly cocky, trying their best to take advantage of the situation to outsmart the Black Market King (which fails miserably every time) or they’re scared for their lives, begging and trying to wiggle their way out of a situation which leaves him with a headache.

Not you though, Bembé has invited you to his meetings for a while now and despite being his partner in bed, you’ve also become something of his business partner and counsel.

He stood in front of the Russian twins, shaking their hands in agreement before taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the room for everyone to watch.

“I think we have ourselves a deal, wouldn’t you agree ángel?”

Bembé smirks as he places a kiss to the back of your hand, giving you a wink as he practically worshiped your hand and lead you back to the car where you could have more privacy and leave the boring meetings behind.

#i wanna be smooched on the hand SO BAD #sobbing #far cry 6 #far cry #fc6 #fc6 writing #fc6 headcannons #dani rojas #dani rojas x reader #clara garcia #clara garcia x reader #juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #camila montero #camila montero x reader #bembe alvarez #bembe alvarez x reader

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**LOCATION:** Arcade

It doesn't take you long at all to deduce that the place written within the pretty words of Jeongguk's riddle was the arcade. It is, after all, the place you had first felt confident enough to leave a sweet kiss on his cheek and take him off guard.

You still remember his reaction; how he froze, doe eyes big with surprise and lips parted in a silent gasp. Eagerly, you continue on the place you both deem was your first date, but upon arriving you find nothing.

Confused, you head outside the building and after looking around briefly, you spot Dani standing.. right on the spot where you kissed him. She's holding an envelope in her hands and inside that envelope is another note, along with a developed photo of you with your beloved plushy that Jeongguk had won for you.

Dani speaks wearing a dark hooded cloak only showing half her face: "Hello traveler. I have a special task for you. It seems like you've gotten the dancer's clue and answered it correctly. To move to the next stage you have to find my answer next. But I know you. I'm confident you'll find it. And you'll receive your most wanted and cherished prize in the end"

*"This place holds fond memories for me, I still often think about how you kissed my cheek and made my heart skip a beat. I already liked you back then, did you know that? I was insanely attracted to you, but I was happy enough to be your friend—It felt like it was enough.. Until it wasn't.

You still keep Koobie on your bed, and while I don't really go to your dorm.. Just knowing he's there—something I won you before we even got together—still makes my heart flutter. I never thought it was possible to fall for someone as hard as I did. But I've never been happier.

You know, the only thing that could make this more perfect is if it rains. ... Did it rain? No? Darn, oh well! Continuing on with the next riddle then~ Are you having fun? I hope you are, because we only just begun."*

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

**In a place where melodies weave their tale,

Our hearts entwined, and love set sail.

Where our bodies danced to a private song,

A memory cherished, where we both belong.

In the realm of notes and intimate sound,

Our journey of love, in this haven, was found.

To unlock the next chapter, where dreams embark,

Seek this place, where we created our spark.**

You know how this works now right? Yes? Okay, then what's the answer to the riddle?

♡ 메시지 𓂃 ⋆ #koobie's scavenger hunt??

answer: the studio of your's that i used to rant to you in; but one time it got a little too warm for my heart.

admittedly she got a little lost this time around. the two of them had been around this arcade in laps for hours on hours. she lost count back then how many times they've played each individual game on repeat. it's a fun memory to keep locked in her head. how she got to spend time with the boy she's been crushing on for who knows how long. but, eventually she finds her way by the other friend that's greeted her at the embarrassing moment of her life.

chaewon made her way to her new friend she's grown to love quite quickly, a duck following quietly behind her.

the way dani talk and placed herself as if she's an npc, made her giggle. she's loving this entire situation she's been placed into and being handed yet another letter was starting to feel euphoric. just how many people did she have to go through to finally meet with her lover? he's not waiting out in the cold is he? she'd be so mad if he was.

she continues to open the letter and the confession in this one made her heart melt. that previously embarrassing moment turned into something more sweet. the more she thinks about it the more she realizes just how surprised the boy was at her kiss. it sent a small thrill through her from that small realization. who would have known that even back then, he already had feelings for her and that kiss was the start of a domino effect.

just like the others, though, the next answer was simple. the place where she opened up to him multiple times, both in her head and body. but seeing the two people standing beside her as those memories rushed through her head—she couldn't stop her ears from turning red in natural shyness.

"do you want to join the train? next up is the hybe building, i think," she tried to speak to get her mind of the place it is currently in.

#﹙ 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆! ask. ⠀ *#𓂃 👑 다니.#𓂃 🐰 파이리.#thank you for participating in whatever this is #i appreciate it a lot

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 9 months

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I JUST FINISHED EPISODE FOUR AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Well technically I didn't JUST finish it I had to stressed-ly pace around my house for three minutes first xd

And then stare at a picture of an otter which was blessedly the first thing on my dash

Uh anyway :')

OVEIAIWNOHWNZLFKSMSHDBWKABWIDBAUWCNSMLQEZ????!?!!!? SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING THROWING UP!!?!???!?!!!!!

SEB HOW COULD YOU D O THIS TO ME??? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO CARLOS?? MY BABY I LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭 GIVE ME A CIRCUMSTANCE SEB I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LIKE DID SOMEONE KISS YOU AND WE'RE CALLING THAT IT BECAUSE IF IT NEVER GETS EXPLAINED THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH AND I CAN MAKE WHATEVER I WANT CANON THANK YOU VERY MUCH

ALSO HOW DID THIS HAPPEN SEB YOU CAN'T LIE AND YOU WENT TO CAMP THE SECOND TO LAST DAY

AND JARRED???!?!!!!? SIR WHAT ARE YOU D O I N G HER!????!!?!!!

Okay I'm genuinely struggling to breathe a tiny bit so I'mma take a second lol

Okay I'm back :) did some breathing and a physical exercise to work some of this out lol

Anyway as soon as Seb said he had something to tell Carlos I got SUPER nervous and I was pausing so much but as soon as I started to say it and I saw the subtitles I literally screamed and his for like 3 minutes straight 😭 xd. Y'all I am living my worst life right now lol xd.

WHEN I ASKED FOR SEBLOS ANGST THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!!

But uh anyway I knew Seb was in a knight outfit (boy we had no idea what that promo pic meant 😭) so I was wondering if the pumpkin was someone he sent or MAYBE him, and then I was thinking a) it's Big Red (especially after interrupting Ashlyn and Maddox around the time I was thinking this) b) it's the person Seb cheated with or c) it's both (awful, worst possible option for anything about this situation). And THEN I was like okay so Jarred, is this the dancer, an ex, the guy he cheated with, or both Carlos's ex AND the guy Seb cheated with. Luckily it's just the dancer xd. Not great news, still, but, you know lol.

Frankie wasn't lying when he said these first few episodes were an episode of Housewives 😭

Boy those episodes really can Housewives 😭 xD

Anyway, uhh, I was depressed in the first half but hoping they'd talk and just not come to a total understanding yet, but then by the end I was screaming throwing up losing my mind :) also I'm pretty sure we don't get Seb next episode so :') because now I need to watch HIM beg lol, even it out xD

Also if we don't get Over Again till the last or second to last episode I freaking swear-

ANYWAY! This is not just a seblos post XD. This is an episode four post lol.

Rina is going THROUGH IT 😭😭. I gotta say Ricky I think you should make it clear that Miss Jenn wanted to switch Dani in lol, not you xd. And I also wish they'd both managed to tell each other about the various situations 😬. When Mack first mentioned it I thought Ricky overheard and I went o.o but xd. Also I know you were in front of everyone but Gina why didn't you just explain the mom thing DD:. Poor Ricky he's going through it for real :((. And with college and everything too :'( D':. Anyway they were cute for a bit this episode and they slayed but xdd 😭. I love them <33.

ASHLYN GIRLLL WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGG!!! Like lowkey 👀👀👀👀 but also girl Big Red 😭😭💔. Unless it was him and Seb in which case I don't think I or this friend group would ever recover but also idk if there would be a need to escalate nonetheless lol- aUAGH ESCALATE THAT REMINDS ME OF SEB-

Whoops sorry lol 🤪 that was so crazy wild 😌

Anyway :D that SONG THOUGHHH!! It was a bop :DD!!! Also not Ashlyn crying when she thought Maddox wasn't okay 😭😭😭💔. Y'all I'm not okay, thank you very much <333

And 😬😬 there's confirmation that Mad and Mad are down - or, as Maddox said lol, bad xd. Sorry guys :(((

Kourtney honey DD:. I swear that's how I start her part every episode XD. At least it's not multiple y's on either word this time lol. Anyway, I'm glad she went out 🥰🥰. I was scared she'd just stay in :((. But while she's CLEARLY stressing, I'm so happy she went to the party and had fun with them :D. And I do think she should look outside of Ivy Leagues, I think something will definitely come from that in some way :).

And speaking of Kourtney SLFKGFJSHDK JET!!! Man is trying his best but it was HILARIOUS lol xDD. Also his moment with Ricky was great xD. But seriously my guy, nice, smooth lol xd. ~Fabric~. Also, little sus over there calling Mack and Ricky hot one after the other xDD. Anyway lol. Also it's really sweet that he helped Maddox with the prank to make it up to her :')) 🥰❤️. I love them so much your honor, thank you very much <3. Another point to that is Maddox's reaction to Ashlyn saying Emmy probably has a crush on him lol xD.

Miss Jenn DD:. I'm sorry honey :((. I'm sorry to Ricky's dad too, he's been great this season DD':. And he's such a MOOD too lol xD. But yeah, honestly, they just don't work great together :'//. And I mean I've wanted them to break up but it was still sad :'( 😭 and I didn't wanna see it I didn't deserve it xD. But nah I'm glad we saw it lol, it's for the best. I'll miss y'all though <33. But not too much xD. Oh and her scene with Ricky and the end was amazing :'DD. I think she's calling Mr. Mazzaraaaa? Idk but I think so and anyway I really loved the scene :'D. Also slay costume lol.

Slay costume EVERYONE y'all were all amazing :DD!!! Everyone slayed so hard they brought the house down 🥰🥰❤️😍🤩✨🥰.

Missing you EJ, Mr. Mazzara, Nini, and Emmy :)). Love you guys <333. Though from the picture on the next episode bit after finishing episode four it looks like EJ's gonna be in the next one :O!!! We love that for us :DD!!!

Anyway yeah xD. Everyone's going through it lol. But I hate to break it to you guys, Carlos is going through it more 😭 xD. Like y'all his boyfriend's been icing him out supposedly because he thinks Carlos cheated on him and when he's finally willing to talk Carlos finds out that Seb cheated on him, and that the lowkey creepy person who bothered him a bit during the night was the person he was accused of, in a documentary that was streamed world wide, is there and wants to be with him. Just. Wow xd. Leave this man ALONE!! Like in the angst department 😭. I mena I love it but come on xdd. Anyway lol!! They seriously are all going through it though lol xD.

Anyway!! This episode was absolutely AMAZING and I loved and despised it :DD. How could you do this to me :')). The music was amazing (y'all that first song was SO FREAKING COOL!!! I loved it it was wild :DDD)!! Both songs were so good, and COMPLETE opposites lol. Despite partially being about the same thing xD. Like storyline wise lol (as in at least a bit about Ashlyn and Maddox being sus). Anyway! The drama was off the CHARTS and it was just a really good episode all around :)). I did genuinely enjoy it lol xdd. Still though, I am going to kill someone <3. I don't know who, but somebody :) xd. And Carlos is death so he's in on it, he'll help me with it lol.

Anyway xD. It was great. I am so freaking scared for the next episode and episodes, thank you :')). But SO EXCITED!! Still dying though lol <333.

NEXT UP IS EPISODE FIVE!!!

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Chapter 5: Final

Chapter 5:

That morning I got a friend of mine to check Six out as soon as we arrived in DC. His injuries are bad but thankfully with his treatments he will recover in weeks. “Got you some coffee since you don’t want to sleep”

“Well having to worry about people you love does that?” I grin seeing his disgusted face. “Mase someday you are going to find a girl who you will find yourself doing everything in your power to make her happy” I set my cup down and walk up to him.

“And end up like you? No thank you” he removes himself from the wall before I could trap him. “Love makes people crazy. No matter which way it is or comes. The reason I decided not to involve myself with that after I lost my parents is because love hurts. Either they hurt you or you hurt them, but no matter how it goes someone gets hurt”

He is right. Was my dilemma all this time too. But I realise now looking back at Fitz and Maggie that not living the life you want with people you love hurts just as bad. “One day-”

“Goodmorning” I turn my head to the direction Mase was looking at. SIx was walking through the doors. “How's the pain?”

“Don’t feel a thing” he winces as Mase pulls out a chair for him. “Thanks” Man of short words but Mase understood what he meant.

“We can leave whenever you feel ready” I say staying against the wall Mase once was. “Dani sent me her location, she was treated and everything is good. The agency allowed everything to fall on Lloyd but yet no mention of us”

“Brewer wanted me to work for her in exchange of Claire’s safety. She had a gun pinned to my head and I knew if I denied I was be leaving you and Claire under not only her hands but Caremicheal” I shake my head. “We need to get her out so we know she is certainly safe” he gets up making his way back into the room he was resting before. I grab my coffee taking a last sip before leaving it in the sink.

“Lover boy doesn’t have much to say does he” I roll my eyes, getting my things together. “I don’t know how people do it these days but he could atleast showed a bit of affection” I swear with the amount of time I have rolled my eyes you would have thought they would be stuck by now, atleast that what my mother used to say would happen if I kept on rolling my eyes. I ignore him waiting by the door for Six. As soon as he came out he walked straight to the door while passing Mase he shaked his hand thanking him again. I don’t know why but my eyes lowered to the floor. Maybe because now I won’t have a room to escape to. I feel a tug on my chin I only focus on his eyes before I feel his arm wrap around my waist and his lips on mine. I hold on around his neck as he dips me never pulling us apart until what feels like forever. I stayed there stunned following him with my eyes as he walks out the door.

“How's that for affection?”I smirk looking at Mase who was dying of laughter.

“That's one word to discribe that? Take care of him?” I wanted to roll my eyes but the only thing they wanted to do was get in the car and look at those pretty blue eyes.

“Thank you” I sent him a smile before walking out, closing the door behind me. I take a deep breath putting my stuff in the back seat before getting into the passenger seat. “So Claire is in someone's building, I got her location. We can take the outside stairs until level 11, that's when we have to go in before we reach the twelveth” I pull out my phone verify Claire is still in the building.

“And what is our exit plan?” I can feel him staring but I refuse to feel uneasy right now about it.

“I told you I don’t plan ahead. Plus we are not sure what will happen there. Suzzene worked with Lloyd. She isn’t as paranoid with security but I bet she has high tech things in there, not including people out on the lookout.”

“We will figure it out then” I nod. I set my phone down looking out the window waiting and hoping the trip would be cut short so we can leave out this car and help Claire. “Why did you leave?” I turned to him confused. Really now? “Lloyd knew about what happened and so did Fitzroy, why run when they have nothing against you” he blankly said staring at the road.

“Thats what Lloyd thinks, It was a cover story. They only people I told the truth was to Maggie. Then Fitzroy. If they were to capture him and make him talk, no matter if it was about me or not I couldn’t take that risk”

“What risk, they have nothing against you” I was going to put my feet down. Tell him to shut up and suck it up. I don’t habe nothing to explain myseld for but deep down I was tired. He was the first person in a long time to make me feel safe. To make me feel like I don’t have to fight alone. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking but I was ready to let him in.

“My sisters are alive” wow. Who knew it would be that easy? “Lloyd was part of that operation years ago. He story is true but he doesn’t know some details. After shooting my sisters I took them out the house. Thats how I met Maggie and she introduced me to Mase”

“And your brother?”

“I wasn’t faster than the flames. The house was burning up before I could move my youngest sister far enough so they couldn’t be found.”

“So Fitzroy knew this and threaten you?” I shake my head

“He told Victoria, when she cake into the hallways to speak to me that day she mentioned them. If Fitzroy told her god know who knew about them so I left to make sure they were safe.”

“So all that time you were with them?” i shake my head again

“I knew they were safe. I couldn’t risk anyone following me to where they were, I needed to keep on protecting them. So I stayed closed enough to watch them, thats when Dani found me”

“Why didn’t you go with them, I mean it's been weeks sure enough you were okay”

“I don’t know. Something in me was fighting against it. Maybe it was maggie and her words in my mind saying that I couldn’t just walk away, I knew she was right but I was too stubborn to think when all I was doing was worrying.”

“I know this is a long shot but what are you planning on once we get Claire out?” I turn to look at him. He had a smirk playing in his face. I look over to the building. One step at a time.

“Some sleep” I point over to my undereyes.

“And then?” My smile fades away turning over to him. What did he want?

“Getting you a new watch” I point out his broken and scratched up.

“It still works” he laughs.

“Lets go” We open the door making our way towards the side building by the alley. I jump to set the ladder down. We climb up making sure to avoid being seen. “After you” I say opening the window to the 11th floor. We go out the exit up the stairs. We open the door how the hall from where 3 men were on guard. Across from them was the elevator.

“Want me to take care of them?” I almost punched him in his pretty face.

“If you don’t mind kind sir” We walk out towards the two. He knocks out the first out and the second one falls victim to the first guys knife. The third one goes away easier.

“Are you stupid they are going to hear you” I say moving to open the door.

“He was a big guy, look at him,” he said in his defense. “Shooting him was the best idea, you know I am not up to stretching out my bandages” I walk in seeing Claire leaning against the window.

She ran towards us, trapping us in a hug. “Are you chewing gum?” I alsmot laugh as she gives Six a blank stare. He shakes his head but a couple second later he makes a bubble making her laugh.

“Watermelon”

“Very unhealthy” she states looking over to me.

Raise my hands up in surrender “Don’t look at me, I have no idea where he got them from, he was knocked out until a couple hours ago” Our conversation was cut short as we hear movement on the other side of the door. I rush to the window and see a fire escape but only going up. “Lets go up a floor” I nudge them leading the way. We hear gunshots behind us. I kick the window going in but surprise, of course someone is there. I run towards her, kicking her to the floor. She flips up throwing a punch my way but I block it. She pulls out a knife and with much force she pushes me against the wall. I hear my phone ring as I kick her in the middle of her legs and land a punch on her right cheek. “Hello?”

“I got you a ride on the roof” I kick the women down against the wall

“Stay down,” I sigh before going back to Dani. “You know how to fly?” I motion for Claire and Six to follow we rush towards the inside stairs going on the roof.

“You don’t?” We open the door to see her in a helicopter. “Hurry” We rush inside seeing her go up into the air.

“Fuck” I whisper holding on to the first thing I could grab which was Six’s arm. “I don’t like being in the air and I don’t like the water” I said it more like a statement, I think I was trying to convince myself it was okay.

“Can you teach me how to fly?”

“No” Six and I both say at the same time.

“Give it a couple years,” I hear Dani whisper. I hold his arm tighter. Holding on to my breath too. “Where to?” Dani says.

“Italy” I whisper towards Six.

“Italy” he repeats louder for Dani and Claire to hear.

“What's in Italy?”

Without opening my eyes I let out a sigh, “My sisters” Home.

Extra:

Once we arrived we were all tired. I made sure to secure the area just to be safe. After Maggie’s call I decided to go on with it. This was the place she secured us in, with no question. “Come in” I say, opening the doors and allowing them to come inside. It was a small villa home. Spanish inspired, two stories, 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, dining and even a pool. When I first saw it in pictures I didn’t want to go through with it but Maggie promised everything was set up for as long as we wished to stay, it was ours. It is still early in the morning so the girls must be asleep.

“Nice to see you miss” I walk over to greet the woman who has been taking care of the girls while I’ve been gone. “I have some breakfast at the table if anyone is interested”

“Thank you Georgia” she nods, walking off into the kitchen. “So how about some food?” I turned to the three people behind me and I didn’t even have to utter another word as they were halfway there. I grabbed an orange and stood against the sink looking out the window towards the backyard. It was the greenest grass I have ever seen. Surrounded by trees.

“Do you want me to wake up the girls” I got out my trance as Georgia stands right beside me.

“No” I whisper. “How did they behave?” I smirk knowing they weren’t easy.

“Well the little one is always stubborn to do things and the oldest can’t understand adult things are not for her to worry about but other than that, they have been great”

“Thank you for taking good care of them” I finished my orange, wash my hands and I made my way upstairs. “Wake up!, its 10 in the morning on a sunday” Both of the roll around before their mind catch up with there ears. They sit up running towards me to give me a hug.

“We missed you!” The oldest one says.

“Look what I got!” The little one holds up her wrist full of bracelets. “Kitty got them for me”

“I got some too, I just don’t want to lose them. '' She is going to be expensive one day. She likes jewlery like if she used them everyday to be worth buying but she doesn’t. She just buys them for them to look pretty in her room.

“Isn’t that cool” I give them a smile pulling apart from them. “As much as I missed you two how about we go actually start off the day? I got some people I want you guys to meet” After that I walked downstairs with them dressed and ready for breakfast. We walk towards the dining room but I only see Six missing. “Girls, this is Dani. I used to work with her. And this is Claire, she is one of the girls I told you about” I didn’t even pay attention to them talking or when the girls sat at the table to eat when my eyes see a figure outside and I just follow it.

“They look nothing like you” I chuckle standing beside Six as he outlooks the field.

“Yeah, hopefully they don’t grow up to be like me eitheir” I sigh taking a seat on the rocking chair. “I didn’t tell them what I did or what really happen that day. They know we don’t have parents because they passed away but as long as they don’t ask questions about it I am not pushing it.”

“We won’t say a thing” I nod, feeling him come closer to seat beside me. After a moment of silence I finally spoke. “The oldest. Her name is Katherine. I used to call her Kat, made a pun out of it since she like those felines but the little one thought it didn’t match because Katherine was still little so she changed it to Kitty” I need to make a mental note to buy her a cat. She has been begging for to long and now that she is 10, I think it would be a good responsibility to take care of one. “The youngest one, her name is Valarie but we call her Bibi.”

“They seem to be getting along with Claire” I turn over to see through the window doors and see them with a smile on there face as Dani helps Georgia clean up.

“We need to talk about this” I slide my body a little to the side to look at him. “I love Claire and I would like for her to live here with us, just as much as I would like that with you” the last part I whispered. I don’t want to put anything on him. I know we havent established anything but I know we want the same thing for Claire, and that is for her to be happy and safe, enjoying the life she deserves. “We got enough rooms for everybody, I don’t want to put anything on you staying but I just want to let you know thats an option so you can be close to Claire to keep her protected.”

“Thank you.” oh god. “I think is a good idea for Claire to stay. It would be stupid to keep her away from this much safty, a place she can actually grow up with no problem” I nod agreeing to his words. “I don’t want to stay if we don’t resolve something”

“And what is that?” What's wrong now?

“Us. Look, I like you. I don’t know where this might go or how you feel about me but I have to tell you that I am willing to work for you. I don’t want to ruin this place by staying here, I know I will” I feel his hand brush softly against my cheek as he pulls my chin upwards. “Because everythime you look at me I just want to kiss you”

I grab a hold of his hand interwining them. “I like you too. How about we take this slow. A date first. Because no matter what happens you will be in my life forever, I just know it”

#claire #court #fitzroy #gentry #six #the gray man #six x reader #six x yn

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