#i understand familial love as a daughter. platonic as a friend. n self love n love for the world
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Earth 1T8 random HC's
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Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.
🦇 Y/N Wayne has been training since their new parents died. Alfred is a platonic yandere. So no, they don't disappear for 9 years, much less without giving any signs!!!! although the Al Ghul held them for a season where, of course, they continued training.
🦇 Alfred is papa you MUST love him because I said so, also his influence shows. In this home, because is not a house neither a mansion, is a hOMe, there is a point where killing is okay (especially if the other option is to make someone paraplegic or comatose or torture them for a lifetime, says Reader, inadvertently giving all their yanderes ideas). Self-demonstrated with the death of the Joker.
🦇 Reader literally throws that taunt at Batman from the original reality when he tries to censure them for killing Joker.
🦇 This led Harley Quinn to become their best friend... After the first one will go through a Mourning Time and improve her mental health realizing that the Bat had done her and the world a favor. Plus Reader got a free therapist and actual nice friend.
🦇 In fact, the cowl had all of that on tape and both Harley and Jason see those and the warehouse cameras from time to time, which doesn't speak highly of their mental health. Jason focuses more on Reader's suffering "they loves me, they loves me, they loves me".
🦇 And then somehow Ivy ended up in the mix of HarBat/ BatHar. And sometimes Selina. Well, at least that way they don't get into trouble (I lied they do, but without killing anyone which is better than nothing). Pamela works for Waynes Enterprises (and not as a biologist but dismantling organizations that harm the environment so that Wayne attorneys have work) and although Harley is no longer practicing she sometimes writes articles under another name and is happy with her daughter and girlfriend/s. They all keep destroying things and Selina keeps stealing so Reader goes after them paying damage and telling themselves that human lives are priceless.
🦇 Ra's Al Ghul and Tim Wayne are friends and enemies in the purest Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr style but none good; yes including chess, although they also play shogi, go, chaturanga, janggi, xiangqi, markuk and senet via Ra's knowledge. It isn't uncommon for they play several at the same time.
🦇 Reader is ready to yell "mea culpa" if Tim Wayne rises one day as King of the World. Part of themselves would not be surprised at all but they will still look ugly at Ra's.
🦇 I hope I not surprise anyone, I already said that Tim had to do with Jason's resurrection, how do you think that happened? Here our Drake can take a player or two more to his dungeon game easyly.
🦇 Ric, aka Dick has tainted eyes with hot shiny gold details that seem to grow or not with his emotions from the crap the Court do to the Talons.
🦇 Something similar happens to Jason but in green 'cause Lazarus Pit. And his green doesn't vary and shine that creepyly.
🦇 Right now Ric is just a Talon (nº1 but Talon noneless) and has no pretense of anything else, like, why? but only as long as none stick their noses in his business (just tell him, SERIOUSLY, that he can't keep toying as now with his mousie, rat, little rodent Y/N), he might become Owlman and the new leader of the Court of the Owls and fuck them all.
🦇 I haven't invented the Powers family, they are canon characters, members of the Court of Owls. I only chose the non-dying ones that an IsekaiReader might have missed.
🦇 Every Wayne except Reader and Billy has thought about gouging out Ric eyes at some point. Including Alfred. Billy is more about cutting hands (not better anyway...)
🦇 There's a bet on how long Reader will take (or will) accept Ric on a date among the rich in Gotham. It's disproportionately large, whoever wins could get placed behind the Wayne family in wealth.
🦇 Writer here is sad to have made Tim and Dick super hot (from their POV) and not Jason's too. They promises to work on him.
🦇 I compare Yan!Batman to chessmaster and Yan!Tim Wayne to dungeon master because Tim still tries to make Reader have "fun" with him and his twisted schemes, which is why so many suggestions to adopt kids. And why, if Gotham runs out of villains, he is capable and becomes a new Joker.
🦇 SuperboyBat adoption was something Tim didn't count on, though. But since the batcave and his own place have lead and are soundproof... and hey, another yandere to protect Bat!
🦇 Speaking of SuperBat, I can see all the kids agreeing to join the various groups that Bat doesn't want to belong to keep an eye on them. Something like: Shazam and Hood in JL, RRobin and SuperBat in YJ, then RRobin goes to Titans and takes care of the League of Assassins in his spare time, Spoiler and BlackBat/Orphan are the youngest (minus Billy and tecnically Conner) training with Batwoman and usually cover Gotham when their lovely Reader wants a vacations and BatGirl/Oracle coordinates everything alongs Alfred and will support in terrain the team which needs it in due course because she's so badass she can be wherever she wants whenever she wants. Oracle is too the link with GCPD (here, we BatmanBeyond and she could become Police Commissioner)
🦇 Dark twist but Wayne and their "fetishes" for black-haired children was a media scandal for a really long time that had everyone at the Mansion with their teeth and claws pulled out. Cass hit someone in front of the cameras Although the bets on the house were that Conner or Jason would be the firsts ones in put a hit (btw Billy won the bet)
🦇 Also a very hurt Stephanie who actually dyed her hair for a long time, feeling less loved. This is when Reader joined what the hell are you saying? And put an end to all rumors.
🦇 The kids order of "age" by physical appearance ('cause Conner) here are: Dick (actually tiny age swap in comparison), Jason, Tim & Conner, Cass & Steph, then Billy. Better sibling relationships? Jason-Conner, Cass-Billy, Tim-Steph. First three in university or working, last three about to enter it.
🦇 At least one of the kids learned to play an instrument because they heard that Bat liked it.
🦇 Tim would have studied whatever is studied to be CEO for appearances and then more things for his own interest but not at public ears. Jason ofc literature and actually can legally teach and be both a journalist and editor of any kind. Conner has a remix of subjects that nobody knows where he's going (but it will not be journalism). The rest beg not to have to think about it.
🦇 In each Gala, everyone, each one of the kids regardless of gender, must dance the same number of times with Reader as Ric dance (to decontaminate them) Everyone knows that dancing with Y/N Wayne is a privilege.
🦇 And Cass and Y/N dancing is always worth leaving space and enjoying, like a professional show, apparently Cass is the best dancer.
🦇 And each one of Ric and Reader dances makes the viewers think someone needs a shower (and maybe are the viewers and not the dancers).
🦇 Reader can wear like only black/grey/white in the galas. Why? Because red (Jason, Tim, Billy), orange (Tim), yellow (Cass, Tim too, is greedy our fiery drake), purple (Steph) or indigo (Conner) and they will pout. Then with their relationship with the Al Ghul is, 99% best neither wear green... That leaves blues, but once Ric mentioned that he loved seeing Reader in blue. So, imagine, blues is a NONO, all children agreed in that. If they dresses in color they has to keep a calendar and make sure to go to a gala with each one of their colors on their suit, shirt, tie, jacket or dress at least once in the same year. KIDS!!!
🦇 So local our Bat might at times also looks at the local goth rich of Gotham City like, what a remedy!
🦇 Tim Wayne as his counterpart uses a bo (but his with hidden blades in both extremes) and also his suit has retractable claws (in both hands and foot), in that it resembles Talon's (whom has an infinite belt of kunais/knives and two sica -short- swords). Even if Tim hits you without taking them out, it's going to hurt.
🦇 Jason's suit in his protections looks very "knighty", in social networks they sometimes call him that, Gotham Knight, Hooded Knight, Red Knight. It also doesn't help that this Jason prefers knives and swords This Jason is still Wonder Woman fan, after all (and of course the hidden pistol so that no one sees the bullets coming, thinking that he's the knight who always goes with the swordfighting).
🦇They call him that because as I said in the previous post, the Bat is the Ruler/King/Queen of the Night/Gotham much to the Court dismay
🦇 Batwoman doesn't have that shit, guns are and don't hide it. I lowkey ship this version of her with Selina and Huntress XD (...Selina would be then in both relationships with Harley+Ivy one side and Batwoman+Huntress in the other???? ^-^)
🦇 Cass always tends to melee and at times uses a kubotan in a fighting style kinda Ty Lee in AtLA. Reader thinks she looks more like a deadly assassin squirrel than a bat, and that she would be more comfortable without the cape, but there is no way.
🦇 Stephanie main weapon is the Bat's Utility Belt which makes Reader adore her (somebody listen to me!!!) Sound, light, smoke, paralyzing gases and sleeping bombs, small explosives, everyone see her take a tiny ball out of her belt and everyone cover their face and run. I'm very proud of Stephanie. She also fights with sticks similar but no to Nightwing ones.
🦇 Superbat and Shazam have powers so they don't count, but 1T8 Shazam's cape is black because of his family (because black is bad is a bad cliche). Superbat's clothing looks like the Red Hood from the Main Universe but with other colors (and without helmet), which always brings Reader a smile.
The first time I wrote Earth 1T8, I was considering various ideas for the "facade" of our Reader of course some inspired by many of the hcs that run on tumblr. I share them, you can choose to your venom.
🦇 I confess it was my first idea: Almost canon but wilder and at the same time more "you can't get close to me because I'm not really here, hehehe" Rich but easyly addicted to anything and easy to hate person, the typical one who appears one day paragliding at the other end of the world, then disappears a month for being in a drug addiction center, then they are at a party in Gotham flirting, they say they were bitten by a bear! then they say that they went diving with sharks... In this case Reader would add being a daddy's pampered child, adrenaline junkie, and Alfred would direct WE until Tim's appearance. And the children would be Afred's attempt to make them settle down.
🦇 Totally stick with canon. Reader man or woman or both or neither, I don't care. Partying and going out and having sex with whoever it moved I wanted. Psychologists say that Reader is trying to fill the emotional void of their parents' death with physical pleasure. It's unfortunate, but does it seem like they're trying to get better, getting involved with WE and adopting children?
🦇 You are a stereotypical rich. You do enough at work not to look like someone who is in home every day although most think that you are in your work, as decoration. And if you put on finery and make donations it's obviously to reduce taxes, it's clear that you imitate your parents. And heaven knows what adopted children thing come to.
🦇 The kid's trauma was too much. Kinda, If I give enough money and show and DO my good intentions, and I think 90% of Gotham has my name on its back by now btw, everything will work out. Kittens and rainbows and flowers and so on, on instagram. I heart Gotham. Sucks!
🦇 Tired, tired, tired parent who returns from work and thanks their own father for keeping the house being on fire. Because even having their own apartments, most of their kids are more in the mansion than in their own homes. Also, who are the responsibles do I have 5 missed calls from BOTH Gotham Academy and College/University AGAIN?
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Smaller Than This
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/daughter!reader, Peter Parker/platonic!reader, Wanda Maximoff/reader
Description: The reader is Natasha Romanoff’s daughter, best friend of Peter Parker, and girlfriend of Wanda Maximoff. Growing up in the spotlight is hard enough, but things cross a line when people start commenting on the reader’s weight.
Warnings: eating disorder, swearing, threats of violence
Word count: 3,282
A/N: I know it’s not easy to deal with eating disorders, but please know that you are beautiful and amazing and you don’t deserve to have to suffer through that. Please, if you are struggling with this, reach out for help. <3
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Black Widow’s daughter spotted in Central Park with new best friend Scarlet Witch and Stark Industry intern Peter Parker! Could Parker be y/n’s new boyfriend?
You laughed and rolled your eyes as you clicked on the tweet. Stalking paparazzi twitter accounts had to be one of your favorite pastimes, simply because the so-called facts they were giving out were false 99% of the time. For instance, this situation? You had gone out for a picnic with Peter and Wanda when those photos were taken, and the paparazzi completely twisted things. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend, he was just your best friend. And Wanda wasn’t your best friend, she was your girlfriend. You chose to ignore the false headline as you went immediately for the replies.
‘Do you see the way y/n’s looking at Wanda? It seems more like there’s something going on between them than there is between y/n and Peter’
You smiled and liked that tweet. You liked messing with people just a bit. Whenever someone would tweet about there possibly being a relationship between you and Wanda, you liked the tweet. It wasn’t enough information to actually confirm the relationship as true, but it was enough to keep people speculating.
You scrolled through several more replies. Most of them were people using the heart eyes emoji or saying how much they loved your mom, but there were a few in there that stuck out more than the rest. That was because they were harsh and hurtful.
‘I don’t understand how someone can live with the Avengers and still look like that. Does she ever even exercise?’
‘She could stand to lose some weight. Instead of going out for a picnic, she should try to skip a few meals’
You read through replies for a few more minutes. Similar comments would pop up now and then, and while there wasn’t an overwhelming amount, there was still enough to make you close down the app and shut off your phone, averting all your attention toward not crying.
“Miss y/n, dinner has been called,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang through your room.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, you got off your bed and made your way to the dining room. There, Peter and Wanda were setting the table while Steve and Bucky carried out the food.
You walked up behind your girlfriend and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. You felt her jump slightly before she realized it was you and relaxed into your touch. You placed a kiss on her cheek.
“I love you,” You whispered in her ear.
“Hey! What did we talk about?” Tony directed at you, raising an eyebrow at you and causing you to roll your eyes.
“No lovey-dovey shit at the dinner table,” You mumbled.
“Language!” Steve scolded you as Clint joined the conversation.
“Oh, come on, Tony,” He said. “It’s young love. It’s harmless and adorable.”
“It makes me want to hurl,” Tony retorted.
To onlookers, it may have sounded like Tony was being a real dick, but you knew he was just teasing you. He’d never admit it, but secretly he loved how happy you and Wanda made each other.
“Watch it, Stark,” Your mom shot him a glare. “That’s my kid you’re talking about.”
Your head whipped up at your mom’s voice. She had been on a mission for the past week and wasn’t supposed to get home for another three days.
“Mom!” You yelled as you ran toward her, wrapping your arms around her as you squeezed her tight.
“Hey, kiddo! I’ve missed you!” She said, hugging you back and kissing you lightly on the forehead.
“I’ve missed you, too!”
“As much as I hate to break up this reunion,” Bucky said, causing you to pull away from your mom. “Steve and I slaved over dinner and it’s getting cold, so let’s eat.”
You took your seat at the table—in between Peter and Wanda—and filled your plate with the spaghetti and garlic bread Steve and Bucky made. Everyone was silent as you all dug into your food and, you had to admit, it tasted amazing.
When Steve and Bucky first moved in, neither of them were allowed near a stove without supervision. They had started too many accidental fires. But after lots and lots of practice, the two of them easily became the best cooks in the tower.
After dinner, you excused yourself to your room. Your phone was still lying face down on the bed, so you grabbed it and opened it up. Right away, you noticed several notifications from twitter. Upon further investigation, you found that the rude comments people were saying about you had extended to your messages. Now, you had complete strangers messaging you about how you needed to ‘lose weight’, or ‘eat less’, or ‘exercise more’. A few of the messages even called you a ‘disappointment to the Avengers’.
You deactivated your account and deleted the app from your phone, but the damage was already done and you knew it. So you came up with a plan and decided to set it into motion the next morning.
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You woke up in the morning to your alarm blaring. Checking the time, you saw it was 4:30, and you wondered why your alarm was going off so early before you remembered the plan you had made the night before.
You got out of bed and quickly dressed in athletic attire before running out of your room. You knew Steve liked to run in the mornings, so you sat in the kitchen waiting for him.
When he finally sauntered in at 5:00, he was more than surprised to see you sitting there.
“Y/n?” He asked. “What’re you doing up so early?”
“Can I run with you today, Uncle Steve?” You asked him, a pleading look on your face that you knew he couldn’t say no to.
“Yeah, sure,” He said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be sleeping?”
You nodded.
“I want to start running. My mile time in P.E. class has been slacking lately and I don’t want to fail the class.”
You were surprised yet proud of how quickly you were able to come up with that lie, and you were happy to see that Steve believed every word of it.
So that’s how you spent your morning: running laps with Steve.
The two of you finally called it quits around 6:15 and parted ways. Steve went off to do whatever he did during the days, and you went off to squeeze in a quick shower before school.
By the time you were done with your shower, it was nearly 7:00, which meant you had to rush to get dressed. You finally made it to the kitchen, where Wanda was already waiting for you. The two of you yelled a quick ‘bye’ to whoever was listening before you started the quick walk to the bus stop.
You felt Wanda’s hand interlock with yours and a smile arose on your face as you squeezed her hand. You two didn’t want to publicly disclose your relationship yet, so you knew the minute you reached the bus stop you’d have to let go.
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At lunch, you sat at a table with Wanda, Peter, MJ, and Ned. You skipped the food line and instead opted to sip at a bottle of water.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Peter asked you.
“What do you mean?” You shot back, not quite sure what he was getting at.
“You’re not eating.”
Shit. You had to think of a lie, and you had to be extra careful since your girlfriend could read minds. She promised you she’d never read your mind without your consent, but you were still wary.
“Uh...I’m just not feeling well,” You said. “My stomach is feeling a little flip-floppy and I don’t want to push it.”
To your luck, they nodded it off and changed the topic, not questioning you again for the rest of the day.
That night at dinner, you pushed the food around on your plate, eating a few bites here and there. It wasn’t hard to pretend you had eaten, especially since your family was so big. Everyone seemed to be so caught up in conversations with other people that they didn’t notice when you got up and scraped your food into the trash.
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These habits carried on for a few more weeks. You’d wake up every morning to run with Steve, make up some excuse for why you didn’t eat lunch, and you’d have a few bites of dinner before sneakily trashing it. On most weekends, you chose to spend your time training with your mom. You claimed it was so that you could stay sharp with your self-defense skills, and while that wasn’t necessarily a lie, it wasn’t the full truth, either. But your mom never questioned it, and you were glad.
You seemed to fly under the radar, until one Sunday afternoon.
You walked into your room after training with your mom to find Peter and Wanda waiting for you.
“Hey, guys,” You greeted, throwing yourself into a chair and downing half a bottle of water. “What’s up?”
“We know,” Wanda said, a stern yet concerned look on her face.
“Know what?” You asked her, although you could feel your heart rate rising. You knew what she was talking about.
“That you haven’t been eating,” Peter joined in.
“What’re you talking about? Of course I’ve been eating.”
That was a lie. Your stomach hadn’t been properly filled in weeks and you couldn’t remember the last time it wasn’t rumbling. But that wasn’t important. What was important was the fact that you were finally losing weight. There’s no way you could stop now.
“Cut the crap, y/n,” Peter said, catching you by surprise. “We’ve been watching you. I can’t even remember the last time you bought a school lunch.”
“And you pick at your food at dinner every night,” Wanda added. “I haven’t seen you eat more than three bites. You think no one notices, but you’re wrong. And I can feel you, love. You feel...empty.”
Wanda rested her hand on your knee as you tried to process what was happening. You had been so good at hiding this, how had they found out?
“You guys, I’m—” You started before Peter cut you off.
“Don’t say you’re fine, because you’re not. We know it, and you know it, so please stop lying to us, y/n. We just want to help.”
“I have it under control, I don’t need help,” You protested. “Just...please don’t tell my mom.”
“Y/n—”
“Wanda, please,” You begged. “My mom has enough to worry about as it is. I don’t need to add this to her stress as well. I promise, I have it under control. I’m alright.”
Wanda and Peter shared a look before turning back to you.
“We’ll keep this between us for now,” Peter said, and you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.
“But, if things get any worse, we won’t hesitate to bring your mom into this,” Wanda warned.
You nodded and the two of them left, Wanda kissing you quickly before walking out of the room.
‘I just need to hide it better’ you thought to yourself. ‘This is all my fault for being too obvious about things. I need to do better.’
Wanda and Peter had dropped the topic for the time being, until a week later, things took a turn for the worse when your P.E. teacher announced that your class was running the mile that day.
Thanks to training with Steve, your mile time had improved and you were one of the fastest in the class. However, due to malnutrition, any sort of exercise made you extremely lightheaded.
You ignored the part of your brain that was telling you to make up some excuse to sit out. You convinced yourself you just weren’t drinking enough water so you drank an entire water bottle and went to class.
You were about halfway done with your mile when the corners of your vision turned black. You blinked a few times, trying to edge it away, but it was no use. By now, you heard a loud ringing in your ears and the world started spinning around you. You slowed down a bit, trying to regain your composure when you felt your knees buckle underneath you, and you were plunged into a world of darkness, not feeling it when you hit the ground.
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When you awoke, you were still laying on the field, your entire class swarming around you. You were trying to sit up when you felt something attached to your hand.
You looked to the right and saw Wanda sitting there, looking scared as hell.
“Miss Maximoff, Mr. Parker, please escort Miss Romanoff to the nurse’s office,” Your teacher ordered.
You felt Wanda help lift you to a standing position and once you were up, you felt the world start spinning again. You shut your eyes tight as two arms, you assumed they belonged to Wanda and Peter, wrapped around either side of your waist. Soon enough, the dizziness ceased and you opened your eyes, signaling for Peter and Wanda to start walking with you.
You made it to the nurse’s station where you saw your mom already waiting.
“Mom?” You asked, wondering how she had gotten to your school so quickly.
“Peter called me the second he saw you fall,” She explained.
You, Wanda, and Peter were dismissed from school early, and your mom led you all back to her car. You sat in the passenger seat while Peter and Wanda sat in the back.
“What happened?” Your mom demanded.
The tone of her voice scared you a little bit, but you knew it was filled more with concern than it was with anger.
“I must’ve just gotten overheated or something,” You lied, knowing exactly why you passed out. “I was doing fine one second, and then the next I was on the ground.”
“That’s not true, Ms. Romanoff,” Peter interjected.
You whipped your head around to him and shook your head, silently pleading him to not tell her.
“What do you mean?” She asked. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“Peter, stop,” You said, panicking at what was about to be said.
“Y/n hasn’t eaten a proper meal in a month,” Wanda admitted.
You shot your girlfriend a look of betrayal before turning back around to face forward.
“You, what?!” Your mom blared. “Y/n, is this true?”
Your silence was enough of an answer for her to understand that yes, it was true.
“Y/n, baby, why?” Your mom said.
You could tell she was trying to be strong, but her voice was cracking.
“Because I’m not like you guys, okay?!” You finally snapped, letting loose all of your pent-up emotions. “I don’t have a super-human metabolism like Peter, and I don’t have a perfectly in-shape body. I’m not an avenger and it sure as hell shows. Even people I don’t even know were making comments about it on twitter.”
“Is that why you disabled your account?” Peter asked, realization hitting him.
You nodded and looked down at your fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them.
By now, you had reached the tower and your mom put the car into park, turning to face you.
“Y/n, I know it’s been hard for you to grow up in the spotlight, constantly being compared to us but this isn’t healthy,” She said, cupping your chin and lightly pulling your head up to meet her gaze. “If I had known all of this, I never would have let you do all those extra training sessions with me. It’s not safe for you to keep exercising like this when you’re not giving your body proper nourishment.”
“I can’t—” You sniffed. “I can’t stop. I need help.”
You felt a tear roll down your cheek as your mom brushed it away, pulling you in for a hug before the four of you got out of the car.
Once inside, your mom told you to sit down in the living room while she left for a few minutes. When she returned, she had the rest of the team with her and you could only assume she had given them the run-down on your situation.
You were slightly hurt that she had shared your personal life like that, but you knew it was for the best.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Your mom said once everyone was settled. “Y/n, you’re going to help with dinner every night. I know it can be hard once you’ve developed a food phobia, but when you’re in control of what we eat every night it makes things a little easier. No more throwing your food in the trash, okay? As for school, I’ll be making you a homemade lunch each day, and Peter and Wanda will be keeping an eye on you and will be reporting back to me. First thing tomorrow, I’ll call and set you up an appointment with a therapist. Bottling up your emotions will only make things worse, trust me. You need to talk to someone, and a therapist will help to give you healthier coping mechanisms.”
You listened as your mom laid out these new rules before telling you to go lie down. As you got up to leave, you were bombarded with your family hugging you and telling you they were there for you. You honestly had never felt more loved and supported in your life.
You finally made your way to your room, lying down in bed. A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your door.
“Come in,” You said weakly.
The handle turned and Wanda walked in, using her powers to levitate a tray behind her. You sat up and she put the tray down in your lap. On the tray, you saw there was a plate of cheese and crackers.
You looked down at the tray before looking up at your girlfriend. You forced yourself to pick up one of the crackers and take a bite, your mind screaming at you the entire time. But you were sick. You knew this. You wanted to get better.
“I’m sorry for telling your mother,” Wanda spoke. “You were slowly killing yourself and I couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. I’m so sorry, y/n. Can you forgive me?”
“I don’t blame you, Wan,” You told her. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I never should have forced you and Peter to keep this a secret.”
Wanda wrapped you into her arms, squeezing tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a long time before you pulled away and, bite by bite, finished the snack she had brought you.
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You had been in recovery for about a month now, and while things were far from easy, you knew you could do it. Your family was your support system and they were right there by your side every step of the way.
You were sitting on the couch with Peter and Wanda, you and your girlfriend tangled in each other’s arms as you watched your mom on tv. She was finishing up a press conference.
“Oh, and one last thing before I go,” She spoke toward the camera and the audience. “Whoever decided to make awful comments about my daughter online, I am a trained assassin and I will find you.”
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Secret family
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, OC daughters, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Vision
Summary: You're Steve's wife and he hid you from SHIELD and the Avengers, because you have healing powers. When Steve got heavily injured from a mission, Bucky calls you, so you and your daughters visit the compound to heal Steve.
Word count: 2800+
Warnings: Injuries (mentioned), a little bit of angst but not really, fluff, Dad!Steve (if that's a warning)
A/N: Honestly my heart is breaking with this gif. Also it took me way too long to write this, because my stupid self accidentally deleted the story when I was halfway done.
You were currently at work, when you got a call from Bucky, your husbands best friend. A wave of relief washed over you. Steve and Bucky had been on a mission for the past few weeks and it was the first time you heard from them since you said goodbye to Steve.
A call was good. It meant they were back from the mission and you would see them again soon. You weren't surprised that Bucky called you instead of Steve, it was their agreement to keep you safe that they would take turns on calling you, so nobody would get suspicious.
You took your phone and answered the call with a smile.
"Hi Buck," you greeted happily.
"Hey Y/N," Bucky answered and paused. You could hear by his tone that something was wrong and your smile immediately fell.
"So umm" the brunette continued and stopped again. He sounded exhausted and worried.
"What's going on? Are you hurt? Talk to me," you urged and started chewing on your lip, something you always did when you were nervous or troubled.
"No I'm good. It's just.. Steve got hurt badly and he doesn't want you to know, but I figured that you would want to know. I kind of hoped that you would come to the compound and heal him. Only if you want to of course," Bucky explained hurriedly.
You took a deep breath and started planning in your head. You would need to leave work early and pick up the kids from the babysitter.
"I'll be there in 30 minutes tops. But I'll have to bring the kids, is that alright?" You asked, while you already cleaned your desk and started packing your bag.
"Yeah sure, I'll wait outside of the building to et you through security. See you," the soldier answered.
"See you. And please take care of yourself too," you ordered. You knew that if Steve was injured Bucky wouldn't be completely fine. They would always try and push each other out of harms way. You deeply admired their friendship, but sometimes it led to the boys making stupid irrational decisions.
"I promise," you heard Buckys sigh but you decided to ignore his unwillingness, so you just gave an agreeing hum and hung up.
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You opened the door of your car and jumped out. You had parked you car in front of the compound. You closed the door and opened the door of the backseat. Your four-year old daughter Jamie looked up at you. She had a frown on her forehead and clutched her teddy to her chest. Jamie had always been a smart sensitive child and she knew something was wrong.
You undid her seat belt, lifted her out of her seat and placed her on the ground. You closed her door as well and walked around the car to open the other door. Your other daughter, Sarah, was only one year old and currently asleep.
You gently picked her up and adjusted her in your arms, so she sat on your left hip, secured by your arm. Sarah whimpered in her sleep and her tiny hand gripped your shirt. The other one was in her mouth.
"Shh" you hushed her and rubbed her back. She fussed for another few seconds, but then stilled again.
"Mommy? I'm scared," Jamie whispered as she walked up to you. Tears had gathered in her eyes.
You walked up to her and smiled reassuringly while pulling her into your side.
"It's alright, sweetheart. We're visiting Daddy and Uncle Bucky," you told her while you started walking towards the compound. You placed her hand on the back of Jamie's head and side hugged her slightly.
When you walked closer, you saw Bucky sitting on a bench in front of the entry. He had already spotted you and patiently waited for the three of you to come over.
"Hey," you smiled at Bucky. Jamie squealed in delight when she saw her uncle and ran over to him to jump into his arms.
The man caught her with ease and lifted her from the ground to bear hug her. He ruffled her blonde hair and chuckled.
"Hey there," Bucky grinned. His face was bruised and he had a busted lip. You walked up to him and you hugged, mindful of the two girls you both were carrying. You placed your free hand on Buckys chest after he had let you go and send your powers through him. His face and all other injuries disappeared in mere seconds.
"You shouldn't have," Bucky protested.
"Well I wanted to," you answered him and smiled gently.
"Where's Daddy?" Jamie asked and tugged on Buckys shirt impatiently.
"We'll go see him right now," the brunette said and then added towards you, "the team doesn't know you, they might me surprised, but I'm sure they'll love you. I'll introduce you first and then we'll see Steve"
"Okay sure," you shrugged. You were a bit nervous, but after everything Steve told you about his team, you were a little more confident.
Bucky led you inside of the compound and closed the door behind the two of you. Jamie pressed her face into Buckys shirt, clearly scared of the new invironment and the cool white walls.
"Hey Friday, please tell the team to gather in the common room!" Bucky ordered. You furrowed your brows and tried to figure out who he was talking to, when a female voice answered.
"Right away, Sargeant Barnes," she said and you jumped and looked around, searching for the person who spoke.
"Tony's AI," was the answer to your unspoken question.
Bucky led you through several hallways towards what you guessed was the common room.
"Steve is in the medical wing. They stabled him and they knocked him out with some medication, because he refused to sleep," Bucky told you while walking.
You came to an open room and heard voices inside. Jamie seemingly heard them too, because she pushed herself away from Bucky and reached for you with a look of panic on her face. Her stuffed animal was still in her one hand.
You took her from Bucky onto right hip, trying to balance the two girl out. While Jamie latched onto you like a lifeline, Bucky took his goddaughter Sarah from you. You smiled as a thanks and together you made your way into the room.
The brunette moved himself partly in front of you and held Sarah close to him, his protectiveness shining through.
"Why are we here, Frosty? And why do you have a baby?" You heard a voice, that you recognized as Tony Starks.
Bucky stepped to the side and placed his hand on your shoulder. Jamie decided to risk a peak at the people only to quickly look away again.
However you could understand that it was a little overwhelming. Jamie had always been a shy girl and in front of her were standing or sitting nine people, all staring at us.
"Mommy there's Iron man," she whispered in awe into your ear. Bucky chuckled and smiled at you in amusement.
"So guys, this is Y/N Rogers, Steve's wife. They baby is Sarah and that is Jamie. They're Steve's daughters" the soldier introduced you, while ruffling Jamie's hair.
"Excuse me...wife? Daughters? Did you hit your head?" Tony spluttered.
"Steve and I agreed that we should keep our relationship and especially our daughters a secret. With him being a super soldier and me being a mutant, our kids are in danger and we wanted to protect them," you explained gently.
"But it's Capsicle, he can't have kids," Tony protested, crossed his arms and pouted. You had to swallow down a laugh, since you didn't want to seem rude.
"Tony you're a child," a redhead scolded him with a stern look, "I'm Natasha, you can call me Nat," she added towards you.
"Daddy says that you're really cool and that you can even take down Uncle Bucky," Jamie said and peaked out from your shoulder again with wide eyes.
"He said that huhh?" Natasha grinned at Bucky playfully.
"Do we need introductions?" Bucky asked, clearly trying to distract everyone. You decided not to call him out on it.
"I think I'm good. I believe I know your names," you smiled and scanned over the people. There obviously were Tony and Nat, you had immediately recognized Sam Wilson, Doctor Banner and Clint Barton. The twins Wanda and Pietro sat on the couch and Vision stood behind Wanda.
Steve had showed you pictures of the Avengers and told you storys because you were curious about his second family.
"So you're a mutant?" Wanda asked you curiously.
"Yeah I have healing powers. That's why I'm here now. To heal Steve," you explained.
"So you can heal? How does it work? Do you have limits?" Bruce asked and pushed back his glasses. He looked rather adorable with how his obvious shyness and his curiosity battled.
"I mean I can't raise people from the dead and I can't heal chronological illnesses but pretty much every injury. But I have to admit that you, that I haven't tried that much other then simple injuries" You answered patiently.
Then Sarah woke up and started fussing in Buckys arms, in which response Jamie started crying as well. Wordlessly you took Sarah from Bucky and started to calm your two kids. You knew that Sarah was fed and that her diaper was clear so either she was tired or irritated by the new environment.
Jamie on the other hand was distressed because she was overwhelmed by all the new people, the knowledge that something was wrong with her dad and that her little sister was crying as well.
"Come on let's sit down," Bucky said, when he saw your struggle to held both of the girls in your arms and led you to the couch where Wanda and Pietro were placed.
I sat down on the edge and Jamie slid into your lap and hugged you tightly, while you rocked your weeping baby.
"I'm sorry guys," you apologized while you went on to calm your girls. Sarah had gone over to quiet sobbing.
"Oh don't worry about it, there's always someone in this compound crying," Sam quipped and smirked at Clint who responded with a huff.
Pietro scooted closer to me and tapped on Jamie's shoulder. She glimpsed up at him and he gave her a smile. Then he poked her side and she giggled slightly and hid her face again.
"Are you hiding from me?" Pietro asked playfully and poked her again.
"Mommy he talks funny," Jamie whispered and looked at Pietro again. She was talking about his sovokian accent.
"That's sounds cool, can you teach me to talk like that?" Jamie asked her blue doe eyes, that she clearly had from Steve, sparkled in admiration.
"I don't know if I can. But I can try," Pietro answered with a boyish grin.
"Can I play with him?" The blonde girl asked you and after your nod she jumped onto Pietro with a giggle.
You knew you could trust the enhanced boy, so you switched your focus on Sarah and rocked her until she was asleep again.
When you looked up again, you noticed that all of the Avengers were watching you. You smiled a little shyly.
"I kind of want to see Steve now," you said and looked at Bucky, then added "Can you watch Jamie and Sarah? I don't want to take them to Steve if he is hurt. They can see him later."
Bucky nodded and gently took Sarah from your arms and rested her head on his upper flesh arm. You got up and looked around. Your eyes found Bruce.
"You were interested in my powers earlier, you could come and watch, I mena if you want to," you awkwardly proposed and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. No-one had offered to show you to the medical wing and you were lost, especially that Bucky now wasn't at your side anymore.
But for you it was more important that Jamie had someone in the room she knew and trusted. And you didn't want her to see her dad hurt.
"Yeah sure that would be great," Bruce smiled widely. He looked like a kid that just had gotten it's favorite candy.
"I think I'll come too," Tony decided and jumped on his feet. He casually took you by the arm and led you out of the room, Bruce on your tails. You looked back and caught Bucky's gaze, who reassured you with a smile.
You were deadly worried ever since Buckys call but you had tried not to show it. But now your nerves were reaching a new high and you just wanted to see the love of your life and hug him.
Luckily the three of you had reached the medical wing and Tony opened a door for you. You walked in and a startled gasp escaped you. Steve was laying in a hospital bed in a gown.
But the worst part was his messy hair, his pale, drained skin and his bruised, beaten up face. It broke your heart. You covered your mouth with your left hand while you stepped closer.
Almost scared you reached out and cupped the side of Steve's face and traced his cheekbone carefully.
"So how does the healing work?" Tony asked and plopped down in a chair. You jumped and pried your eyes away from Steve.
"Tony!" Bruce hissed and send me an apologetic glance.
"It's alright. Uhmm so basically it's like I have this power and I can feel it inside of me and I can send it into his body and the wounds heal and the power returns. At least thats what it feels like, it's kind of hard to explain," you shrugged and looked back at Steve.
Since you could no longer look at Steve, looking that horrible so you put your hand on Steve's chest and started your healing.
You all watched how the bruises and injuries healed and the color returned to his cheeks. A relieved sigh made it over your lips when you saw you husbands eyelids flutter and they slowly opened. A frown built on his forehead as he blinked and adjusted his eyes to the light.
"Hey Stevie," you cooed and stroked over his cheeks again. Steve's eyes found mine and they glittered full of love and admiration but also confusion.
"Hey Y/N/N, what are you doing here?" He asked and scanned the room his eyes lingering on Tony and Bruce for a moment. Apparently a silent conversation, that I didn't understood, took place and soon enough was Tony dragged out of the room by Bruce, despite his protests.
"Bucky gave me a call, said you were heavily injured. So I grabbed the kids and drove here as fast as I could," you explained and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You shouldn't have. Being even near my workplace puts you in danger," the blonde protested half heartedly.
"Well I'm rather on the run with you then in this world without you. Please just for a minute let me appreciate that your alive and then you can continue your speech," you begged and pouted for good measure. That always seemed to do the trick with Steve.
"Alright baby, come here," he sighed in defeat and stretched his arm out for you. With a big smile you crawled into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Then you tipped your head up and kissed Steve gently, trying to pour all of your love into it.
"I love you. I love you so much. I swear my heart stopped when I saw you lying in this bed and your face all busted open," you told him. The soldier held you tighter and tucked your chin under his head.
"I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more careful next time. I love you too. So so much," Steve answered and stroked over my arm.
After some time of silence Steve shifted slightly and then spoke again.
"How about you stay here for a few days and get to know the team? And then we have a talk about what's going to happen from then on. How does that sound?" Your husband suggested.
"That sounds great," you smiled and cuddled into the man.
You knew everything was going to be fine. Steve was perfectly fine, the Avengers didn't hate you and your family was happy.
You were happy and you knew that whatever the future would hold for you, you, your husband and your daughters would stand through it.
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On The Off Chance (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Mention of spitting in a drink and some threats of violence, and mention of violence
Request: Tony stark parental figure with “i know you’re joking but on the off chance you aren’t, no”
Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader)
Warnings: Bad friends
Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …
Homework Struggles (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader)
Request: What about a reader x father figure tony where the reader is really struggling in school and feels like she’s failing him but instead of being upset he just helps them out and discovers they have adhd and gets them the help they need?
Accidentally Coming Out (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Accidentally coming out, fear of homophobia
Request: … reader accidentally makes a comment about being gay and panics bc she’s not out to him yet? And she tries to run away but someone catches her and brings her home?
Taking the Lead (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)
Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War and Endgame, death
Requests: … the one who survives in infinity turns to dust and the one did is alive. the reader didn’t urn to dust and he missed his father, even throught they don’t have nice relationship. he learns that he has a sister and he helped to take care of them as he is like a father figure to Morgan. when endgame happened, the reader do the snap. it like the reader do the snap instead of tony
More Like Pepper (Tony Stark X Teenage!Reader)
Request: Could I request a fic where the reader is Tony’s kid but lowkey has no time for the teams shit and is savage?
Hiding Hickies (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Hickies/bruises
Request: Would you be open to writing a tony x daughter reader where the daughter goes out with a boy for the first time and has to hide hickies? And tony finds out and she’s expecting him to freak out but he just accepts it and is really chill about it?
Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery
Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.
Never There (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Absent father, swearing, threatening
Request: ... reader has been under Tony’s financial care since she was a child but he never saw her as his child and saw no need to spend time with her until after the Ultron situation. But with all the years or ignorance, is the damage already done?
Science Fair (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)
Warnings: Mention of neglectful parent
Request: Son male reader x tony stark where tony wants to be better of a parent than Howard to male reader
Bitten (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Blood, near death
Request: One more please if available. Tony stark and daughter were she gets bitten by a vampire and tony and team are extremly worried and strange is the only one that can save her? Fluff and angst. Pepper is her mom.
Left Behind (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Mention of death of a parent, a wittle bit of swearing
Request: … Tony wants to adopt a kid and he choiced the reader. But the reader is actually Tony’s child by blood m, but he doesn’t know that. and she knows that she is relateted and hates Tony for ‘leaving’ her. …
Looking for Advice (Tony Stark X Son!Reader)
Request: Could you maybe do a tony stark x son male reader where the male reader ask for advise to ask a girl out
Dentist Appointment (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Request: Could you write one where the reader needs to have oral surgery to remove some problem teeth but she’s petrified to make the call. But she’s in tears all nigh from the pain? Her dad Tony stark, makes the call behind her back cause he hates seeing her in pain. When they arrive at the hospital she nearly freaks out saying he betrayed her so he hugs her and says it will be ok; but when he did that he also got her in the neck with a sedative to knock her out to make it easier on everyone? Lol
Session (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION
Request: … reader is Tony’s daughter and has a history with self harming so he sends her to therapy for depression. Tony went to intro session with y/n and she says that she doesnt cut anymore and still maintains the lie and then Tony begins to notice all of the signs that point to her self harming and realises she never actually stopped? If thats okay? If not, i understand?
Dip (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Depression, self-doubt
Request: Tony stark x daughter reader where her grades slip bad because of depression and she panics but Tony’s there for her and makes sure she knows it’s okay to fail?
Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader)
Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader.
Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.
Feeling Loved Again (Father!Tony X Teen!Reader)
Warnings: Swearing
Request:I had an idea. Where the reader is Tony Starks daughter (15-16 yr old) but she lives with her mom. She’s kind of tomboyish and dyes her hair funky colors so her mom gets sick of it and drops her off at the tower unexpectedly and tells tony she’s his problem now. So he gladly signs the custody papers. He totally adores her and celebrates her first night with him with take out and movies with the whole team.
Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad.
Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.
Five Days (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER
Other Warnings: Bullying/ teasing
Request: Hey love! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of where the reader has been in recovery from an eating disorder and then has a hard relapse? Maybe with a platonic or father Tony Stark?
It’ll Work Out (Stony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War, emotions
Request: Hey can you do one where reader is stonys daughter and it’s just about how the family is torn apart lots of angst ends in fluff
New Environment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Mentions of bad background and illegal activities.
Request: Do you think you can do a roleplay where tonys daughter doesn’t come from the same background as him and maybe is coming from the ‘ghetto where she lived with her mom and she’s trying to act tough and stuff buts she’s actually really scared? …
Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader)
Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader.
Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.
Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Injury
Request: … reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? …
Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Threatening (not serious)
Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘
To Make You Happy (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Hints of depression
Request: … She’s been depressed and going through a rough time. So to cheer her up her dad gets her a kitten even though he isn’t fond of animals. He knew she always wanted one. And she does start to cheer up and they share a dad daughter fluffy moment.
My Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Mention of death of a parent
Request: … Tony has a teenage daughter he didn’t know about but the mom dies, so he takes custody and introduces her around and just overall becomes a dad of a teenager? (You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable)
Supporting Dad (Tony Stark X Reader)
Request: Could you do reader being Tony’s kid and they’re as smart as him and decide to go into music instead of inventing? Like with Tony being the super proud band parent at every concert or somth about him being supportive
Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming
Request: … reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?
Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Sickness
Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.
Bookworms (Loki X Fem!Reader)
Request: Hey could I request one where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she does a bunch of reading with Loki, but finds out he hasn’t read Harry Potter, freaks, and makes him read all of them?
Your Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Minor Spoilers of Civil War
Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter and he doesn’t know about her and during the airport scene in Civil war this teenage girl arrives in an iron man suit and stops the fight and Tony’s like who are you and then she’s replies with “your daughter” ...
Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader)
Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder
Request: ... reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? ...
I’m Here Now (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Mention of car crash, death, injury
Request: ... Her and her mom got into a bad accident. The mom dies and reader needs a blood transfusion so when the drs test her they match her to Stark. He gets the call and rushes over. Realizing he’s a dad to a teenage girl now he has the team ready a room and he welcomes her into his heart and makes her feel extra special since she lost her mom.
Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2
Request: ... Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system 'cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? ...
Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury
Request: ... reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? ...
Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Injury
Request: ... reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? ...
Being Tony Stark’s Adopted Daughter Would Include…
Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Blood, getting shot
Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? ...
Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming
Request: ... reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony ... has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. ...
Approving (Peter Parker X Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader)
Request: ... Tony says to his daughter that he doesn’t like the idea of them dating but behind her back he’s talking to the Avengers about how happy he is that his daughter found a good guy. ...
Warning Signs (Tony and Peter X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse
Request: ... reader goes to peter Parkers school and she also started interning at the avengers tower as a lab assistant? She gets along with the team and considers them family. She ends up not showing up at school or the tower for a few days so Peter goes to her house to check on her and finds out she’s being abused by her parents. ...
Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Teasing
Request: ... Tony goes on with his life as an Avenger and all and it’s getting harder on him ... Meanwhile, you’re struggling with your social life ... you become pretty lonely and your favorite place is the tower with the avengers ... Finally, one morning, you and Tony are both up early(like, 4 am) and you talk to each other about your troubles. ...
Being Pepper’s Adopted Daughter and Tony Adopting You Would Include…
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TONY STARK - FAMILIAL
A Little Dense (Tony Stark X Sister!Reader, Clint Barton X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: A bit of swearing
Request: Clint and tony’s sister. You are trying to tell him that Clints gonna be a dad and tony is gonna be a uncle? The rest of the team finds out at the end. Some cute and fluff.
Meeting Her Husband (Loki X Stark!Reader)
Warnings: Pregnancy
Request: Tony and sister reader: he and the team discover you are in a secret relationship with Loki and you both are happily married and you are a few months pregnant with loki’s baby and he is not happy about it.
A Little Talk (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader) | Part 2
Warnings: Swearing, alcoholism
Request: one with Tony as your big brother and you’re both going through a hard time or something?
Unfinished Business (Tony X Brother!Reader)
Warnings: Death, death of parents, presumed death, a lot of emotions coming your way
Request: … Reader is Tony Starks brother who, at a young age, runaway and now is coming back at Tony? But like Reader has some sort of a supernatural power like seeing ppl? …
I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War
Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?
Passing The Test. (Pietro X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: Death threats, unplanned pregnancy, minor violence.
Request: … reader being Tony´s sister. She dates Pietro for a long time and gets pregnant, and the avengers find out (exept tony) and their reaction, and at the end Tony realize because of her tummy and wants to kill pietro but at the end he is proud …
Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader)
Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups
Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before
Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader)
Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood.
Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!
Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother.
Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...
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Together
Request: Okay, so the reader is Bellatrix's daughter. And she's from Slytherin. And Neville has always hated for obvious reasons, but over the years she eventually fell for him. And this can be set in like the last film. So right before the trio comes to Hogwarts, Bellatrix could have tortured Hermione plus the reader because the reader chose to help the trio and they take her with her to Hogwarts for the battle. And she's injured and stuff, and Neville sees her, and Harry tells them what happened, how her own mother tortured her and Neville takes her to the hospital wing with him to look after her and then they eventually fight the battle together, and end up kissing in the end. - @obsessedwithrandomthings
A/N: My first Neville request - I loved writing this, I truly did. I really hope you enjoy it and I hope I’ve done it justice. You’re an absolute star for all of the support you have given in the last two weeks. Requests are still open and here's a shameless plug for my writing challenge :)
Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader
Warnings: Please do not read if any of the following are a trigger: angst, descriptions of violence/torture, shitty families, descriptions of depression, swearing, mentions of blood.
Word count: 2.7k
“Neville, is everything okay?” You ask, watching him read and reread the instructions for making the potion. You knew it was his weakest subject – something the head of your house never failed to remind him of.
He grits his teeth, “Everything is fine. Leave me alone.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.”
“I’m sure. Leave me alone, Lestrange.” He spits.
You back off with a sigh, leaving him to it. The lesson swiftly finishes after that. Grabbing your books, you cast a long look at the boy who had unexpectedly captured your heart. He packs up his equipment slowly, disheartened after his potion failed. You resist the urge to go over to him; to attempt any form of comfort knowing that it would be rebuffed the point of humiliation on your end. Luckily, he’s soon surrounded by Harry, Ron and Hermione – all offering words of support.
You couldn’t help but feel jealous. Jealous of having such a tightknit friend group, jealous of them having his attention in a positive light.
You grip your textbooks that little bit tighter as you leave the classroom, cursing your house and your family.
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The feelings you had for Neville were far from platonic; falling for him hard in Fourth Year when you saw how dedicated he was to Herbology. It was a sick twist of fate that you had fallen in love with the very boy who had more than enough reason to despise your very being, but nevertheless, you remained pining after the one thing that would always be out of reach.
It hurt to admit yourself that it would always remain one sided; always unrequited. He wouldn’t love you back; he couldn’t. You were a Slytherin and Bellatrix Lestrange’s daughter – a name and curse that you would carry around until death was ready to greet you.
There was no relationship between you and your mother; she had dropped you off on the Malfoy’s doorstep before you had turned one, leaving you to be raised by your aunt and uncle. Bellatrix had never been maternal; you were simply the side effect to her marriage to your father who had also never cared for you. It was rough, it was damaging but you knew that if left in the care of your biological parents, your situation would be much more dire.
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There was no other way to put it: shit had hit the fan. Draco had joined the Death Eaters; against his will or not, you couldn’t tell yet.
Dumbledore died; Hogwarts descended into mourning.
Your mother broke out of Azkaban.
How you were still standing was a miracle.
After the death of the beloved Headmaster of Hogwarts; your family closed ranks. Pulling you from your education, bringing you to Malfoy Manor where you are the unfortunate witness to the extremism preached by the Dark Lord and followed blindly by your fanatic of a mother. The more you saw, the further you pulled away.
You spend your days at the manor avoiding the crowds of Death Eaters. Thinking and worrying over Neville – was he okay? What was he dealing with at Hogwarts?. Dread spreads slowly through your veins as you think of him; worry settles deep in your gut. You never even got to say goodbye to him. Your breath hitches and a lump forms in your throat when you realise your last conversation with the boy you had so recklessly fallen in love with was a distant memory of a cauldron and cross words.
You would always be thankful to Narcissa and Lucius for opening their arms and their home to you; for raising you and loving you when your own mother was incapable of the act. But as you watched them meet with his followers; continue to believe his philosophy, you knew that there was nothing left for you here.
You needed the perfect opportunity to leave; you needed to find the right timing. Luckily, snatchers had found Harry, Ron and Hermione in a forest and had apparated them to the Manor you once held so close to your heart.
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Bellatrix pulls on your hair; dragging you to the figure kneeling in the centre of the room, forcing you to your knees. You yelp in pain but that only makes her pull harder. “Draco couldn’t identify who this is. Can you?”
You stare at Harry; heavily disfigured from the charm no doubt cast by Hermione. It’s still so clearly him; you could recognise him anywhere, but you would not identify him, you would not sell him out.
“No,” You whimper, “I don’t know who this is, but it isn’t Harry Potter.”
“LIAR!” Your mother shouts, shoving you to the floor. You can hear the distant shouts from Harry as he’s taken to where Ron and Luna are.
You bite your lip to try and stall the tears that will surely fall as a result of your mother’s punishment. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of her seeing the extent of your pain just yet.
Dread pools in your stomach as Bellatrix flips you onto your pack; pinning your left arm to the floor by a knee into your elbow.
“She’s your daughter! What do you think you’re doing, Bellatrix?” Narcissa asks, tears welling at the sight before her.
Her niece laid on the floor with Bellatrix straddling you, wand ready to permanently mark your skin.
“She’s no daughter of mine,” Bellatrix declares, “She is not worthy of the name Lestrange. She’s a traitor and will be marked as such.”
Narcissa forces herself to watch Bellatrix burn the word into your skin. She forces herself to commit your screams to memory, so she never forgets the exact moment where she failed you.
You lie there, convulsing from the pain. Through the blur of your tears, you make out the word ‘traitor’ scrawled messily into your arm, blood trickling from each letter. You see your mother stalking towards Hermione, cackling.
“No!” The word leaves your lips as you realise that your mother is going to subject Hermione to the same torture you had just received.
Your mother turns at the sound of your voice, hissing, “Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that? You’re nothing but a traitor – betraying your family. You would rather hinder the Dark Lord’s cause than help.”
Pain overwhelms your body, and some small voice in the back of your mind registers that your mother has used the Cruciatus Curse on you. Your vision becomes blotchy and you’re indistinctly aware of Hermione’s scream before you fall into the welcoming darkness.
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You’re vaguely aware of the funeral for Dobby; you’re vaguely aware of the refuge at the safe house by the beach.
The duvet cover is scratchy as you wrap it around your body; staring at the wall, gazing into nothing. You’re distantly aware of Harry and Ron checking on you every hour or so but there’s nothing for you to say. There are no tears left to cry at this time; everything you had known had been left on the cold stone floor of Malfoy Manor.
Time becomes irrelevant as you continue to stare at the wall. You don’t know how long you lay there, but Hermione joins you. She lays in front of you, blocking your view of the wall. Your eyes focus in on her face; her eyes swollen and red from crying, flecks of dried blood dot her cheeks from the scratches littering her face after running through a forest.
Nothing is said; no words of comfort are offered but there is now silent understanding between the two of you. She simply puts a hand on the stretch of duvet separating you both; knowing that the last thing you need is to be touched, but that you do need somebody.
You make your first movement in days; placing your hand above Hermione’s.
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Neville’s heart stops the minute he sees you on the other end of the portrait at The Hog’s Head Inn. He never got to say goodbye to you; he never got to apologise for every cross word he had ever thrown at you. He feels the fool for realising his feelings for you too late; he believed that if he accepted his feelings for a Slytherin, he would be betraying his family, but he soon came to know that his family would be proud of him no matter who stood at his side. And all he wanted by his side, was you.
Neville’s eyes run over you from head to toe. You’re a shell of your former self; your right hand permanently resides on your left forearm, keeping it close and safe – protecting something or hiding something. He can’t decipher which one yet.
He can practically feel the wall you’re building around yourself; hiding yourself from questions, looks. Trying to get through this war without any more damage to yourself.
He wants to say something to you, but doesn’t know what to say, what to do. He screws his hands into fists, desperately resisting the urge to pull you into his arms, to whisper promises of a happier future, to try to bring a smile to your face. Instead, he greets you all before leading you back to Hogwarts; back to home.
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“Harry, what the hell happened?” Neville demands the minute they arrive at Hogwarts, pulling The Chosen One to one side, keeping his voice low should you hear anything.
“It was bad,” Harry starts, “Bellatrix tortured both (Y/N) and Hermione – marking their arms, using the Cruciatus Curse. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget their screams.”
The colour drains from Neville’s face, “ (Y/N)’s own mother?”
Harry nods, “She disowned (Y/N) as well. It was brutal.”
Neville nods, turning away from Harry to walk to you. He kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees, his thumb rubbing comforting circles, not missing the slight cringe at the touch, “Come on. We’re going to the hospital wing.”
You nod, silently getting your feet, following him from the room.
The hospital wing is empty when you arrive; completely silent with no sign of Madam Pomfrey. Neville walks you towards a vacant bed, helps you sit down before gathering a first aid kit from the cupboard at the end of the row.
“Harry told me what happened at Malfoy Manor. I can’t believe your own mother would do this.”
“I can.” You whisper, voice hoarse from disuse.
The silence that falls between the two of you isn’t awkward, isn’t painful. It’s comfortable, it’s natural. There is so much Neville wants to say; wants to confess, but as he looks at you, he simply whispers: “I need to look at your arm.”
You shake your head, your right hand clamping down on the long sleeve of your shirt, making it clear that he will not be seeing the word scrawled into your flesh. There was a lot you could cope with; these last few weeks have proved that, but you knew deep down, that you could not cope with Neville’s reaction to seeing the hateful word now permanently marring your skin.
“I need to make sure there’s no infection.” Neville continues, making his case.
“We put a dittany on it before we apparated to Hogsmeade, I’ll be fine.”
“Let me make sure that you’ve put enough on then. You have nothing to fear from me.” Neville murmurs, looking you in the eyes, keeping eye contact so you can see the concern swirling there. He’s worried about me, you think, he wants to know if I’m okay.
It’s this thought that has you pulling the sleeve of your shirt to your elbow. You watch Neville closely, gaging his reaction to mess on your arm. He stills at the sight of it; his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your arm closer to get a better view.
“Oh god, (Y/N).”
You yank your arm back, cradling it to your chest, “I don’t need your pity, Neville.”
“It’s not pity. I’m feeling many things, but pity is not one of them. I’m angry, so angry at your family for allowing this to happen to you, that I wasn’t there to help. But you survived this; you survived torture by your own mother. You’re the strongest person I know, I am in awe of you.”
Tears fall freely down your cheeks; Neville raises a hand to wipe them away. You stare at each other, both coming to the realisation at the same time. There was something unspoken between the two of you that needed to be addressed.
Neville opens his mouth, ready to tell you what he has felt the very day you left to join your family.
He doesn’t get a chance.
Voldemort begins his sack of Hogwarts.
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The battle is endless; it’s brutal, it’s bloody and it’s ceaseless. Bodies litter the school, and you barely hold back a sob as you recognise the bodies of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks – your heart breaks as you think of their baby, now an orphan.
Walking through the Great Hall, you take note of the other bodies, making sure that you never see his. Double and triple checking that Neville was not among the dead. Something lifts in your chest when you realise he is not. The last time you had seen the proud Gryffindor was when he ran from the hospital wing to the wooden walkway; your heart had been in your throat through the entire battle. You find him in the entryway to the castle.
The sword of Godric Gryffindor glimmers like starlight as Neville wields the weapon; using it to cut off the head of Voldemort’s beloved snake Nagini. The snake’s head spins into the air before falling with a thud onto the stairs of the entrance hall of the school the sword’s owner founded. The Dark Lord’s mouth open in a silent scream of fury as Frank and Alice Longbottom’s son finally gained the retribution he had so desperately desired for as long as he could remember.
The once proud castle stands in ruins as you face the Dark Lord and his followers. Some sick part of you seeks out your mother, hoping to lock eyes with her before you remember that she was killed by Molly Weasley. Molly would be added to your Christmas Card list the moment the battle was over. Cries and sobs break out across students and teachers alike as they see the body of The Boy Who Lived being so lovingly carried by the very man who had collected him from the ruins of his childhood home.
Neville breaks from the crowd, fearlessly facing the remainders of the Death Eater and their hateful leader, and right there you are reminded for why you fell in love with Neville Longbottom.
“I’d like to say something. Doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die every day… Yeah, we lost Harry tonight, but he is still with us where it matters. So are Fred, Remus and Tonks – they did not die in vain. But you will!...”
Gasps break out across both parties as Harry reveals himself to be alive, and all hell breaks loose as Voldemort and Harry begin their final duel.
You run towards Neville. Gripping his hand you implore him to look at you. He does so, taking it upon yourself to pull him from any more immediate danger.
“What are you doing!?” Neville shouts, wondering why he’s being pulled into the entryway to the school.
“I won’t lose anyone else, Longbottom, do you understand that? I cannot lose you too.” You shout, your voice breaking from the emotion falling from your mouth.
Neville doesn’t reply; he doesn’t need to. He grabs your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in a kiss. It’s messy, it’s a clash of teeth and tongues. For a first kiss, it isn’t romantic, it isn’t sweet, and in the middle of a battle isn’t where you imagined it happening. It’s pure need and emotion falling from the both of you, but it’s enough. You paw at each other; the need to feel the other almost overwhelms you both.
“Don’t leave me, whatever happens we do it together.” You plead, pulling away for breath.
“I won’t. Not now, not ever. We do it all together.”
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10 Years Later:
The scar remains, marring your arm.
But on the days you can feel the heavy press of memories long wished to be forgotten; your husband draws you in wrapping his arms around you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face, to your neck, to the mark on your arm.
He reminds you every time the wave of memories threaten to overwhelm: you survived, you overcame and you would only get stronger.
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Thunderstorms (Josuke Higashikata x Reader)
A Josuke Higashikata x Reader one shot where you were once part of the Crusaders, coming to Morioh with Mr. Joestar, and your pomp baby likes you.
Word Count: 5.2k
A chilly breeze under the warm sun. You were standing on the port of a moving boat, facing the wind that blew your [H/C] hair as you leaned on the sill with a calm expression, eyes closed and lips quirked into a wide smile. You loved moments where you just partook the natural quiet sounds around you, the splashes of water and whispering currents being music to your ears. The day has been serene so far, but you didn't really come here for vacation.
"Shizuka! Come quick! Come quick!"
The voice of a man called for you, disturbing your moment with the calming ocean. You stood from leaning and yawned, popping some stiff muscles before you ran off in panic upon realizing that you were supposed to take care of the person that called for you. Yeap, you forgot of your job for over a second.
You entered the lounging room of the boat and darted your eyes on the back of a crouching man who seemed to be inspecting something on the ground beside the couch. You couldn't see what it was but you were relieved, placing your hands on top of your heart as you sighed.
The man shifted his head and glanced at you with wrinkled eyes and parted lips, "I tried slipping on it, Shizuka, but I couldn't!"
You peeked over him after you reached his side and saw something yellow, "Is that what I think it is?" You replied, giggling as you realized his comedic attempt on trying to solve cartoon logic.
"This banana peel couldn't make me slip.." The old man repeated as he tried to stand up. You held his arm and helped him settle on the couch. He grabbed his wooden cane and placed it in between his legs before setting his eyes on the oceanic scenario outside the windows, "[Y/N]..! I'm sorry.. the name Shizuka has been on my mind lately.. It's-it's a pretty name, don't you think?"
You smiled at his words, grabbing the banana peel from the ground before sitting beside him, "I think it is, Mr. Joestar!"
Familial and friend, you were someone that Mr. Joestar would describe with those two words. Being a member of the Crusaders, and being the youngest one at that, had a big contribution on your platonic relationship with the old man. He was always looking out for you while your brave self assured him that you're afraid of one thing, but you're not afraid to kick the lingering enemy Stand users' peaches. He believed you like how a father would believe her daughter's imaginary stories, making sure you won't feel like you were invalidated. Although, his worry that the trip would scar you, both physically and mentally, increased to the max when the group arrived at Egypt, which led to you being transported back to your lonely home by the Speedwagon Foundation.
You couldn't understand the reason of his worry along with the other Crusaders, so you had a childish decision to to cut ties with them, only to reach out a few years later. At that time, you talked to Mr. Joestar himself, not even hiding the fact that you broke down on the phone when he hesitantly told you that only three of your group survived. You were joyed that he still considered you as a part of the Crusaders, but you were disappointed that you were immature, making you miss all the trivial things that happened. The old man comforted you like those nights when you were missing your parents, fondly telling you, "That's a no-go! The boys wouldn't want you shaming yourself now, and neither would I. Live your life like you're supposed to, little [Y/N]. Everyone would be so proud of the woman you'd become!"
Now that you're on the legal age of 18, you're trying to fulfill your number one goal in mind, and that is to be a doctor under the Speedwagon Foundation. Sure, you're a bit forgetful sometimes, but you have a free pass for being under special training which was only possible because of your Stand.
..and your connection with the Joestars.
You and Mr. Joestar were sitting in silence, lost in reminiscing thoughts, until the sound of a water vehicle grew to be disturbing the peace even if it sounded far.
"What..?" You glared at the surroundings, frantically looking from the door where you came from to the side of the windows, figuring out where the vehicle is most likely to be, "Mr. Joestar, I have to check something outside. It'll be quick, a'right?" You stood up, rushing outside after you received no reply from the unbothered old man who still had his attention on the scenery.
You ran through and up the hallway until you reached the edge of the deck. You held on to the red fence as you leaned with squinting eyes, trying to see who was on the.. motorboat approaching the boat you're on. The attempt took minutes, making you sit on the floor in boredom before you jumped to your feet in excitement as you finally saw the passengers of the smaller vehicle. One was a boy in a blue uniform you absolutely do not know and the other..
The other was your childhood emo crush who now wore a white hat and coat, "JOTARO! Jotaroooo!" You screamed, waving both your hands with a cheeky grin. This is your first time meeting him after a decade! You forgot, but you were just as excited when you were informed about meeting Jotaro Kujo during this boat trip with Mr. Joestar.
"I heard you're a Marine Biologist now, huh! Remember when you knocked that one shark out to save me?!" You ironically screamed before laughing, following the motorboat to the back as the boy in uniform whispered to Jotaro while pointing at you. The adult man didn't mind the two children around him and focused on driving the motorboat, tugging the brim of his hat down as he gave himself a small smile.
Two of the Speedwagon Foundation crew was already waiting for the motorboat when you reached the back, "Sirs! You knew they were coming?" You asked as you reached their side, eyes still on the said vehicle.
"[L/N]? We actually informed you about this.." One of the two answered, making you rub your neck as you looked up, trying to remember it happening. You tried.. and got extremely confused in just a minute that you didn't even notice that the passengers of the motorboat had boarded yours. You were snapped with your sudden realization that you've told Mr. Joestar you'll only be quick with checking, making you run back to the room he's in.
Okuyasu Nijimura, who actually thought you ran off because he stood in front of you, looked back at Jotaro with a puzzled face. The adult man shove his hands inside his pockets and gave permission to follow you with a jerk of his head, to which the student complied to, but not without a scrunched face and a dramatic hop on the small wall that separated the stern of the boat from the hull where the lounge was.
Mentoring three different teenage boys has been a pain in the back. Jotaro doesn't know if he should be happy that you're back with them or.. he should just devise an escape plan from all of this. Either way, with you here, he's certain that he doesn't have to look out for his Jiji that much.
The boat arrived at the harbor safely. Knowing that an enemy posed as a crew and wanted to get rid of Mr. Joestar was a bit surprising, you even thought Okuyasu was Mr. Joestar's son at first! But now that you're seeing his actual son who had an eye-catching pompadoured hair, you weren't surprised on how charming he was.
You whistled and nudged Jotaro who was on your side. Everyone had their eyes on the father and son walking away hand in hand, "Woah, that's Josuke Higashikata? Sheesh, Jotaro. What's with y'all Joestars being so hot and everything?"
Jotaro glared at you, "Gimme a break. You're older than him."
You glared back and faced him, "I'm literally 18 and he's 16! Don't say that like I'm some sort of creep!" You jokingly punched him on the shoulder and voiced an ora, to which he responded with tipping his hat down and turning his back on you, "Hmp— Oh, may you please tell Josuke that I could tend to his wounds? I don't wanna ruin their moment right now, so maybe later?"
Jotaro turned his head and nodded, "Coolness! Thanks, my dear ocean man!"
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Several weeks have passed since yours and Mr. Joestar's arrival at Morioh, and you've grown closer to the group as to be expected. Okuyasu always goes out of his way to meet you at the hotel you're staying at because of how much he enjoys your pampering when he blurts to you about how his pomp-haired friend gets the ladies in school, he had even told you that Koichi had a scary girl obsessing over him, not forgetting to mention that she was cute anyway. You seldomly meet the said boy, Koichi, as he was not the type to go around town if not needed, and only accompanied him once when he walked his large fluffy dog. Josuke on the other hand, always comes with Okuyasu to the hotel but he doesn't speak to you and only observes your interactions with his friend and his father while you also played with the invisible baby they found, whose name is now Shizuka. You didn't know there was a relevant reason as to why he wouldn't talk to you even if you tried to start a conversation, so you shrugged it off and just shot him genuine smiles whenever your gazes met. You were technically the older sister in the gang and it would make sense that Jotaro was the older brother, but he was more of an uncle figure.
Josuke planned to continue his tsundere facade until he was sure of asking you out -on a date- for a hangout with just the two of you, but what he didn't expect was for a certain someone, who he just can't seem to get along with, to poof up and force him to ruin his own plans.
"Listen, listen! I met a Stand User earlier today. I was just doing my own thing when he took photos of me without my permission. He even directed me of what to do and straight up got mad when I hesitated! Turns out, he's a mangaka who found me as a good reference and I was like, good and not perfect? He glared at me for a second then he just summoned his Stand! Yo! It was a cute, white and gold dude! Of course he didn't get the chance to use the dude on me, I have my totally cute Stand too! Next thing I know, he invited me for coffee! Rad, huh?"
You didn't even need to mention his name for them to know who you were talking about. The two boys who listened, Josuke and Okuyasu, looked at each other in shock before talking to themselves like you weren't there. Calling him the 'spider-licking guy', badmouthing him and expressing every inch of their dislike for the man. Inviting you for coffee was a bad call, it just meant that you two became friends and scheduled a date. Josuke tried his best to make you back out of it, eventually talking to you all the time and taking care of you, his father and the baby, like the older brother —your partner— he wanted to be since the time he realized he likes you. He couldn't accept that the mangaka had the upper hand, so he tried to do everything he can to change that.
But of course, the 'pure love kind of guy' failed.
The day of your date with the great mangaka arrived. You were in a good mood as you prepared, the voice of Kai Harada playing on the background radio noise. The man had said that today is a sunny day, to your delight, but there is a chance of a hard gloomy storm at afternoon, to your dismay. If there's one thing about nature that you dislike the most, it's thunderstorms. Although those weren't mentioned, the anxiety of being out in the open while it occurred crept over you. You observed yourself at the vanity mirror: your hair fixed into a [H/S] that you do only for special occasions and a [F/C] [O/F] that fitted your style and body as you kept your face in a natural but fresh look, eyeing details of yourself to shrug off the previous thought.
It's now 1PM and you are finally face to face with the mangaka, seated outside the famous Cafe Rengatei in Morioh. You arrived earlier than the meeting time, making you certain that your efforts to fix yourself went to a shame.
"It seems you've made an effort for your meeting with me today. You look quite presentable," Rohan started, leaning on the chair as he crossed his arms and had his chin up.
You quirked a brow, copying his action, "And what does that imply, Mr. Good Reference?"
"It implies that you're a perfect reference right now so I'll be straight to the point of this meeting," He frankly stated. Puzzled at the word 'meeting', your brows creased, "I want you to let me use Heaven's Door on you, and you will be paid. Since I didn't get a good— let you get away before, I'm asking for the permission you're requiring me of. I heard from my friend, Koichi, that you might have an interesting story. I could have just used Heaven's Door on him, but his information of you is limited. So, is that settled?"
And here you thought this was a date.
You bit your cheek from the inside and held the clothing on your lap, "Yeah, yeah. When do we start? Oh, and you don't have to pay because you sounded real genuine and kind. Thank you very much!" You replied, a bit of sarcasm coming with it.
Rohan raised an eyebrow and battled with your blank stares before speaking, "Tch. I have the money to pay, [L/N]. Meet me at my house tomorrow morning. Don't make me wait." He grabbed his sketchbook from below the table and stood up, giving you one final, sassy look before he left.
You watched him walk away, sighing deeply as his form vanished. He got you hard with the coffee invitation and he didn't even stayed a little longer to order and enjoy an afternoon snack with you. Oh, right.
You were just acquaintances. Nothing more and maybe less. It's not that you liked him in a certain way, you were only bummed that you requested a day off for this. Taking care of the people you care about and studying for your medical course are much better than misinterpreting a business deal for a casual date. You sighed once again, lightly hitting your head on the table, "This is the work of the worst enemy Stand."
The disappointment took over your senses on your surroundings, so you became more oblivious to the Josuke that was watching you far behind.
And yes, he's been there all the time.
Shocking and unbelievable to the ears of the mutual friends of Rohan and Josuke, but the mangaka was the one to set you and the student up. It's true that Rohan had heard of you from Koichi, but that's not all. He had also heard that Josuke had been acting distant to you when all he talks about at school is.. well, you. How did he even know about that? It's absolutely not the work of Heaven's Door, Koichi just had to slip up.
You and Josuke both stayed at your respective places, unsure of what to do next now that Rohan had done his part. A few minutes passed, and you both sighed at the same time. You stood up, deciding that you'd go back at the hotel and play with the adorable Shizuka, while the nervous Josuke continued watching you, figuring out the right time to show up.
You were supposed to walk back, but then drops of water started falling from the sky. You opened your palm and looked up the sky, only to see gray colors eat up the blues. You closed your eyes and sighed once more, whispering to yourself, "This day is a work of an enemy Stand."
Not for Josuke who brought an umbrella that he'd share with you, though.
The drops of rain became a heavy storm within minutes, making you run to the nearest waiting shed. There were only hints of you being soaked, but it didn't help your body that had low resistance towards the cold. In this moment where you hugged yourself to keep your body heat, you remembered the Crusaders. The group of big men who all had a soft spot for you, and the small dog who accompanied you at your mischievous times. They were the group that always made sure to keep you warm, the group that always assured you that thunderstorms—
"AAAAH!"
You squealed upon hearing the deafening noise from above, the sound of pouring rain quickly enveloping after. You whimpered and tucked yourself in the corner of the shed, hands covering your ears and tightly gripping your now messed hair as you trembled greatly. Slowly and weakly, you dropped yourself, your knees meeting the coldness of the ground. This was supposed to be a nice day. A nice, enjoyable day that involved no stress and no professional work. Mr. Joestar also wanted you to enjoy but this, fighting back the urge to sob while you silently hollered in the storming public, isn't exactly your idea of spending your leisure time.
"[Y-Y/N]?"
Josuke stood just outside the waiting shed, a black umbrella, protecting him from the rain, in hand. He ran when he heard your scream, resulting to his shoes and pants to be thoroughly soaked. He looked at you with worry and guilt, although clueless as to what exactly caused your outspoken self to curl into a whimpering puppy. Rohan.. It must've been him. He shouldn't have just stood there watching, "[Y/N]..? Did Rohan do—"
A loud thunderstorm sounded once more, making you scream and push yourself to the corner. Josuke gasped, it's.. the thunderstorms that's causing this.
Josuke entered the shed and closed the umbrella, hanging it on the roof. You weren't paying him any of your attention, your conscious mind devoured by unsettling thoughts. Your phobia of thunderstorms was something you caught from your childhood. Something you caught from the freezing and lonely nights without your parents, people who you most expected to be there for you when you're being secluded by fright.
The boy who was now crouching in front of you noticed your lack of attention as he's been calling your name. He bit his lower lip, feeling more and more soft as each second passed. He should have known.. he usually did ask Mr. Joestar about you after all.
Josuke gave up on calling you and proceeded to his second move, which was to cover you with his gakuran. He stood up, unclasped the remaining buttons and gently enrobed you with the garment, slight joy sparking in him when you quickly accepted and wrapped yourself with it. He expected that you were still clueless of a person here with you, but you really are filled with surprises.
"T-thank you.. Angel.." You muttered, a serene feeling slowly emerging when you thought a kind citizen had randomly decided to be concerned over a breaking down woman. You exhaled deeply, eyes opening as your whole form has been blanketed by the coat.
"Angel? You think that suits me?"
You felt your heart skip a beat upon hearing the familiar cheerful voice. It wasn't some random citizen who helped you, of course it had to be someone you know.
You draped the coat over your shoulder and wrapped your body with it, head turning to the side where your sight met the ever-majestic boy's grin, hastily noticing his biceps as he only had a yellow sando as a top. Your eyes widened in surprise, bringing back the coat over your head to hide the creeping blush on your face. The turn of events had you sweeping away the thoughts of your phobia, at least.
"A-ah..? Of course it suits you! You're my.. our JoJo after all!" You faced him and answered after sighing inside the coat, trying to compose yourself, "Your g-gakuran is so warm, Josuke. I might just steal it now!"
Josuke let out a chuckle, comfortably glad that you feel better now. He had one more move up his sleep and he'd ecstatic if he could do it, but maybe some other time.. or later..? Woah there, he shouldn't be thinking about that right now. But for real, he's curious on.. how having you in his arms would feel. Your body insufferably close to his.. your loving arms wrapping around him as he shared his body heat so that you'd be shivering no more.. Sh*t, this is still a crush, right?
"U-uhm, Higashikata to e-earth..?"
"Ah? What? Oh! Yeah, sorry! W-were you saying something?"
Josuke got too far with his thoughts that he stayed still, staring at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, a pink shade on his cheeks which were becoming evident even with the storm blocking out the light from the sun. You didn't consider that he looked at you like a lovestruck boy and snapped him from his trance, concerned that he might be feeling cold now.
"I was asking if you.. uhm.. now that I think of it, I m-might sound like a creep," You said, still trembling. You closed your eyes and sighed, meeting his encouraging expression as you opened them again. A pursed smile formed on your lips, "You could have your coat back although I.. I was hoping if we could share it but—"
"Of course we can! I thought you'd never ask, [Y/N]!" Josuke jumped to his feet, a confident grin on his face. You looked up at him, confused, "Brr! I'm starting to feel cold too! Well?" He happily lied, crossing his arms and making an up and down motion over his biceps to add to his bluff. Josuke's not going to let this chance pass! You were the one to offer the.. intimate gesture, he'd be cursing himself forever if he messes this up.
You nodded with your mouth agape and tried to stand up on your feet. Your legs were numb for having to carry your weight on the ground, so it'd make sense if you stumbled for a bit. Fortunately, a strong and quick-thinking boy was there to catch you before it even happens, his hands —which flicked the coat— supporting your waist as you held on his wrists. Oh boy, why is it that you think he'd be a perfect gym partner?
"Perfect gym partner, huh? I wouldn't mind that too, Ms. [Y/N]!" Your eyes widened upon his words, "Yep, you just said it out loud!" Josuke laughed, giving you the urge to turn around in embarrassment but you couldn't, his stubborn hands locking you in place. An awkward silence engulfed as you looked into each other's eyes, the sound of pouring rain joining in again.
You gulped as Josuke sighed and cleared his throat, "I know this isn't a good moment to say what I'm about to say, but I don't think I could do it anywhere else without being awkward so I'm going to say it," Josuke sighed once more and you blink as a response. He sounded complacent yet also shakened while your confusion is getting ahead of you, "I'm really, REALLY going to say it now! I'm actually going to say it, will you let me say it? Uh.."
"..F*ck this is harder than I thought."
You creased your brows, adamantly switching to your sister form, "Language, JoJo!" You retreated your hands and tapped his cheeks, and.. you know you shouldn't have done that.
From another person's view, yours and Josuke's position just got more romantic than ever. Your small hands cupping his adoring face as his were firmly placed on your waist.. His almost bare top fighting the cold breeze brought by the storm just so you could be warm under the cover of his gakuran that was appealingly big on you.. This is much preferable than what Josuke daydreamed. You even called him JoJo, which he's never heard you call his nephew or his father with. Holy.. you're oblivious to the fact that you're setting the mood for him, aren't you?
You were about to pull your hands away when he swiftly locked your wrists, your waist now free from him. You gasped and felt your heart skip a beat. It was just like when you first heard his voice earlier. Being with him like this feels good but.. it doesn't feel right.
"I'm being pushy here, aren't I?" Josuke chuckled shakily, "I feel like bursting at this moment, so.. Ms. [Y/N], would ya listen? I know it'd be uncomfortable and freaky, but I seriously need to say it."
You barely nodded, his hands bringing down yours and holding it in his. He was looking down at the pairs, smiling at how yours fitted in his, "It's only been weeks since we've met— heck, since I've met you and Mr. Joestar, and this isn't really the right time for me to be having this.. puppy crush when enemy Stand Users are on the lose, but I don't usually crush over someone this hard." He grunted, his hands delicately squeezing yours, "I.. I like you, [Y/N]. Like, like-like like you. There.. I finally said it."
The moment would have been cute because of his mulish confession, but you just had to ruin it for the poor boy.
"Josuke we're.. we're family." Josuke flinched before looking at you, his arched brows hitting each other. The tables have turned, and he's the one that's waiting now, "Mr. Joestar, Jotaro.. they're like father and older brother to me while.." You sighed, successfully pulling your hands away from his weakened grip, "Josuke, I don't want to trade my close relationship with your father's family.. for a possibly temporary feelings for me."
Your words hit like Cupid shot their arrow backwards, but Josuke didn't let himself be completely fazed. He was taken aback for a second, but that doesn't mean he didn't expected this. He knew how much the Joestar Family meant to you. You're even proud that you owe your life to them, to such good people that were the epitome of justice and heroic greatness. He took note of that fact when he was getting to know you through his father, who seemed to enjoy telling stories about you. Somehow, he could say he was prepared for this.
"But, doesn't that mean if I proved my feelings aren't temporary and I'm proudly certain of it, I would have a chance with you?" Josuke grinned, tilting his head as he shove his hands in his pockets, "Also, Mr. Joestar approves of you being his daughter-in-law. Man, I'm just glad you didn't accept his offer to adopt you years ago. That would have sucked!"
Your lips opened and closed like a fish underwater, making Josuke smirk inwardly. You were almost speechless, and that's a good thing for him, "How did you.. Why do you even.." You stiffened, fiddling with his coat as you turned on to your side, facing the raining scenery, "Josuke, I don't know why you're doing this, b-but this ain't funny, y'know? Don't you like, see me as your older sister or—"
"At first," You glanced at Josuke who was now facing outside too, "When you introduced yourself as Mr. Joestar's caretaker, yeah," He stole a glance back and pouted, "But when we got to know you and literally took care of me like you're my caring girlfriend? Hell no. I could even bet Okuyasu also had a crush on you, but he told me you were like a mom, a cute mom at that." He shook his head, chuckling at what he said, "Misunderstanding your actions was a sh*tty move for me but I don't regret it one bit, Ms. [Y/N]."
There, Josuke did not just confess his romantic feelings to you, but also admitted how his decision to like you seemed inappropriate. It was valid nonetheless, as you weren't related to him by blood, but you take pride in being the Joestars' comrade —even if you seemed thirsty for them some times— and he acknowledges that.
No one gets to choose who they specifically prefer to be with, anyway. He had to 'Dora!' his way out of his boundaries with you or he would be lying to himself, which he dislikes the most, aside Rohan.
"Are you sure Mr. Joestar's okay with this?" You asked, sighing, "I don't mind giving you a chance now that—"
Josuke didn't even let you finish and proceeded to lock you in his arms, pulling you in excitement as his arms snaked around your neck and your head, "I said 'chance', JoJo! You haven't even asked me if you wanted me to be your girlfriend—"
"So you like me too?" Josuke cut you off again, smiling down at you. You sighed and nodded, accepting your defeat. He shouted a yes, an arm punching above, hitting the roof of the shed, "Aw—! But hey, you just admitted that you like me! Take that, Rohan!"
You slightly pulled away from Josuke, "What does Kishibe have to do with this?" You asked, glaring at him. Josuke shook his head, scratching the back of it as he grinned. Rohan totally had something to do with this as he didn't only set them up, but even tried to discourage the lively Josuke by saying that you'd reject him and tell him that you only see him as family. Technically, he was right— but that didn't last long!
You were going to ask about it again when a thunderstorm sounded, breaking down your collected spirit as you ended up holding yourself close to the boy in front of you. His playfulness aside, he fixed his gakuran that was still on you and wrapped you in his arms protectively, assuring you that you're going to be okay. Another thunderstorm followed, startling you even in his arms. You were a shaking mess, your fists grabbing a handful on the back of his sando, face buried on his chest. He should've been shivering from the cold all this time, but your presence provided warmth for him and he's grateful for that. Josuke willingly let you nuzzle yourself around him, knowing that it comforted you and it brought contentedness to his feelings.
"I hope you won't mind being the rainbow that brings color to my life, [Y/N]."
"Y-yeah, JoJo.. u-unless I strike you as a lightning w-when you break my heart.."
"I'm frightened that you can be scary while you're scared [Y/N] but.. sh*t, I just realized.."
"What i-is it now..?"
"It's also hot."
[End!]
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The Village - Sarah Cameron
This is kinda said mostly because it deals with acceptable and being denied that. So this is more of a sad but fluffy Sarah imagine that is choppy but I’ll fix it later. I hope you enjoy and if you want to request an imagine check out my pinned post. It kind of turns into a platonic big brother Topper x sister reader imagine at some parts.
Y/N knew she was different when it came to the norms of the kook side of outer banks. At the age of seven she was wrestling her older brother and his friends. While he didn't mind and cheered her on when she would make Rafe tap out. Her mother didn't like that her daughter wasn't in touch with her feminine side.
Mrs. Thornton was always rubbed the wrong way when it came to her daughter showing a more masculine side. Y/N was never one to dress up in pretty clothes and throw tea parties with stuffed animals. She would rather follow her brother around and get dirty just for fun.
“Can I tell you a secret?” A twelve year old Y/N asked her older brother.
“Sure why not?” The thirteen year old responded while looking up from his homework.
The two siblings sat in Topper’s room doing homework for school. As the two sat in silence for a while Y/N finally spoke up revealing the secret she held for months.
“I think I like girls.”
“Oh,” was all Topper could say while fidgeting with his pencil. He didn’t see an issue with it since he also liked girls and thought it was normal. But when he finally looked back up he saw the tears in his sister’s e/c eyes.
“Do you think that’s bad?” She whispered.
“No, I like girls too so if anyone has a problem with you just tell your big brother.”
Puffing his chest out Topper smiles when his sister giggles at him. Pulling her close to him the two embrace holding one another tightly. “No matter who you like, you’ll always be my sister.”
When she turned fourteen she wanted to cut her hair since the length didn't make her feel like herself. Her mother didn't approve but she did it anyway smiling at her short hair in the mirror. The haircut made her proud as that haircut was the start of her journey of self identification.
Her mother was not happy that she cut her hair reprimanding the young girl. Thinking it would be best to explain to her daughter what she always did, that girls are supposed to be prim and proper. Just to brush off Y/N’s protests to remind her that it was a phase she would one day outgrow.
But that day never came, holding her girlfriend close to her chest Y/N sighs. It was one of those rare days where her parents were out and no one could stop her from being herself. She learned that the best way to be herself in the Thornton household was to hide all the things that made you different. While her brother hid his excessive drinking and drug use. Y/N hid her sexuality from her parents which meant hiding her girlfriend.
Sarah Cameron.
Sarah was in a similar situation one where her parents thought she was dating Topper instead of Y/N. Which the two girls used as their cover up story thanks to her brother agreeing with the cover up. Having to hide who they were made them think that there was something wrong with them. As if what they were doing was a sin that needed to be corrected.
“Do you think that our parents are right?”
The question was asked by Sarah while they were drunk and dancing at a party. Her lips close to Y/N’s ear as she whispered out the question. Taking a step back Y/N grabs ahold of Sarah’s hand before leading her to a quieter area of the party.
Holding Sarah’s face between her hands she presses a kiss to her nose. That lead Sarah to release a small giggle, “We love which is one of the purest things a person can do. Loving someone should never be wrong no matter what gender the person you love is. Our parents grew up in an day and age where people like us wouldn’t have a chance. Where loving who you want came at a cost and people would mock and try to hurt you for it. Now we live in a time where things changed slightly and can possibly be corrected. So no our parents aren’t right they just don’t understand yet.”
“But when will they get it? When will they understand that they’re hurting us? I hate having to hide just because my parents think what I’m doing is wrong. I’m supposed to be this example of what a kook should be yet I can’t even live the way I want to.”
Pulling Sarah close she runs her fingers through the blonde’s hair. “They may never understand that’s the thing even if we try to explain it to them. But there is no room for explaining especially when your family has status and a position in society to maintain. Which does hurt but guess what?”
“What?”
“No matter how much they hurt us we still have each other because there is nothing wrong with the way we love.”
Not even a week had passed before rumors went around about Sarah Cameron and Y/N Thornton. How they were brainwashed by media to think that loving the same sex was okay. It was as if the adults had no remorse or humanity when it came to love. They still wanted to write it off as an experimental phase that was wrong.
“Do you know how disappointing this is, I have people walking around talking about how my daughter likes girls. Do you not understand how much that affects this family. I thought we talked about this first you wanted to rough house with your brother then cut your hair. Now you want to kiss girls and act as if what you’re doing is normal. I’ve had it Y/N M/N Thornton, you better break up with that girl and start looking for a boyfriend.”
The harsh words she received from her mother left her in tears. Her phone gripped between her fingers as she repeated the words in her head. She had noticed the stares when she walked around and how adults would shake their heads. As if she was disgusting and had the devil leaning against her shoulder. It made her feel sick to think people would judge her and think she needed to be fixed.
Later that night she laid in bed with Sarah the two cuddled up together. Holding on to one another for dear life as if the other was their only life source. The two girls didn’t notice when the door first began to open. They were too late to see Mrs.Thornton standing in the door frame with a face red with anger. “Get out! I want you out of my house, tainting my daughter!”
It didn’t end well with Sarah being kicked out and her mother forcing her to break up with Sarah. Which Y/N found hard to do so Mrs. Thornton did it for her. While she begged her mom not to do it her mother’s mind was already made up.
“Why can’t you just be happy for me? Sarah makes me happy what does my gender have anything to do with the love in my heart?”
“You don’t understand love what you had was nothing but sinful lust. A woman should be with a man that’s the way the world works. I knew I should have sent you to Iverly maybe then you wouldn’t have sinned. Why don’t you follow your brother’s example, he’s straight why don’t you be like him.”
Her mother’s shouting drew the attention of Topper who had just come into the house. Confused about what was going on he walks into the living room to find his mother and sister arguing.
“What’s going on?”
“She kicked Sarah out and tried to make me break up with her. Now she’s telling me who I love isn’t who I should love. You can’t force me to love men you can’t that’s not who my heart wants me to end up with.”
Pulling his sister into his side he nods his head, “No matter what you do Y/N will always be Y/N. Who she is shouldn’t change because the norm is that women should love men. You can’t force someone to change when change isn’t something they’re capable of.”
After Topper had defended Y/N their mother left the room. Only to bring the topic up again at dinner to which her father supported his wife. Y/N was not allowed out of the house for a few weeks and had to take sessions at Iverly a correctional institution. It was her family’s way of showing her that she was wrong when they knew nothing of love themselves.
As for Sarah she hadn’t heard from her in a while as the two weren’t allowed near each other. But that didn’t stop Sarah from calling Y/N late at night or sneaking in through her window. While their parents believed they could keep the two apart. Sarah and Y/N would find ways to outsmart them which only made their love stronger.
Y/N was surprised to see her older brother walk into her room a few nights later. Almost immediately Topper pulls his sister in for a hug holding her close. Y/N could no longer hold the tears in crying out into her brother’s polo shirt. While her parents never agreed with Y/N when it came to her life choices. Topper always took her side even if it meant his parents would question him as well.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s true there’s something wrong in the village. But regardless of that I still love you for who you are, you’ll always be my sister.”
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The BEN-nefits of Fake Dating
Hello! @littlespoiltthing it is I!!! Your Secret Santa revealed! Here is a one shot I wrote (with a title inspired by @littlespoiltthing ‘s own beautiful work) for @dtfrogertaylor‘s Christmas Event. Enjoy everyone!!
Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader
Words: 2412
Warnings: Families, kissing, swearing, Christmas, grandparents, and parents being grandparents and parents. Sex, engagement, and kids are mentioned, nudity but nothing graphic. Plus a LOT was inspired by the Hallmark movie Holiday Engagement
Genre: Fluff and a bit of Angst!
“If I have to see you single again on another Christmas, I’ll jump off a bridge!” your grandmother whined over the phone. You sighed deeply, out of reach of the phone on the speaker in your hand.
“She’s joking, of course!” your mom interjected.
Yeah right, with another year and another ring less finger in the midst of an Instagram feed full of clean, French manicures with the largest diamonds sparkling on the left hand with two billion likes, you had had it. Especially since a lot of those clean, French manicured hands of yours with large sparkling diamonds on the left hand with two billion likes were in your family.
So now every head that was female and greying turned to you in anticipation. And every holiday, from their wrinkled, pink lips and their hot breath full of peppermint came the dreaded question with the monotone, dreaded answer.
Then came Ben.
Charming. Funny. Smart. Single. Ben.
He sat in your car on the passenger side and his eyes widened at your grandmother’s comment.
“Oh, I just want you to be happy, dear! And know you’re taken care of!”
Your grandmother forgot to recall the new world of college degrees, Netflix nights with friends, job choices, and vibrators to think a man could possibly be in the picture for women in the 21st century.
This was where Ben came in. Especially his job for the next week.
Ben clicked his tongue a little and bit his lips in a way that almost made you miss the turn.
He reached over the clicked the red button on the phone to end the call.
“Well, she’s a little mad.”
“She’s mad for babies, that’s what. I think she just wants babies to play with without changing diapers or, you know, responsibility” you said.
“Maybe I should’ve brought a dog, then” Ben quipped.
It was ideal. But too ideal. Ben and you were friends. Just. Friends. No matter what your stomach felt. No matter what fantasies you had at night. Just friends.
But it was nice to live that fantasy for a week. Merry frickin’ Christmas.
You pulled the car over to the park and walked into the big house. Already a lot of your family had entered in and were having drinks in red cups as a sports game blared on the tv as opposed to nice Christmas music tinkling away.
“Oh, honey, welcome!” your mother greeted, walking in with a big hug, the red arms of her red sweater outstretched.
“And is this your boyfriend?”
“Oh, yes, I’m Ben, Ben Jones.” He greeted. He had a polite smile and had engaged in his role. Today’s audition he had to read the role of boyfriend to shut up the Karens for a week. Only no real script except what was discussed, and pure improv. Good thing he was paid to leap off of trucks and shoot fake guns for Micheal Bay.
How hard could it be? After all hard was his name. His stage name.
Your grandmother gawked at you.
“Oh my gosh! What a cutie! I haven’t seen a butt that perky since your grandfather in ’72!”
“Grandma!” you gasp, but giggling anyway.
You hug your mom very tightly, so much you can smell her. Ben merely gives her a platonic handshake.
But Ben handles being the dutiful boyfriend very well. People go over and drill questions into him. He hesitates a little and then replies quietly.
“So Ben, what job do you have.”
“I’m an actor, film, and television.”
Though one cousin of yours, who is at least six foot five and the size of a buffalo storms over, almost to Ben’s face. If it were not for the reindeer antlers hanging from his head, you probably would have been nervous.
“I’ll tell you Jonesey, my cousin, Y/N, is the sweetest, smartest, best girl ever.”
“I know! I wouldn’t be datin’ ‘er if she wasn’t!” Ben replies. His hands shoot out in front of him.
You can feel yourself biting your cheek insides in order not to smile.
Your cousin practically grabs him by the shirt collar and lifts him almost.
“If you break her heart or hurt her, I swear to God, man, I’ll cut your nuts off!”
“I-I won’t!” Ben insists being lowered to the ground.
But right as Ben turns around and sees your brother and you feel your stomach turn a little. Are your family members ganging up on poor Ben?
But he just nods his head and says “I think you seem like a nice guy, Ben, so ditto. But Y/N is a tough cookie, I trust you with her. And I trust her” he adds, he picks up his mug in the shape of Frosty the Snowman and lifts it as a toast in your direction.
Pretending to be dating was almost too easy. Natural, even.
It seems like forever, but the guests eventually filter their way out. Your family sighs deeply Your stepfather throws himself on the couch, almost melting into it.
“Well somebody has to pick up the dogs tomorrow…”
You can see Ben’s face light up.
“Dogs?” Ben interrupts, widening into the smile of a seagull offered a crumb of bread.
Your mom is a little taken aback.
“Uhm, yes…we have two German Shepherd puppies. We had to put them in a daycare center for the party. They’re cute, but a little rowdy,” she warned, shuffling her feet.
You have to hold Ben back from jumping into the car and picking them up now.
“I’ll go, why, I’ll even drive!”
“Well, thank you, Ben!”
“Anything for my best…”
You kick him softly into the back of his leg, threating harder later if he doesn’t keep it together.
“Anything for my best girl! That is! The best girlfriend ever!”
The night gets darker and everyone is exhausted from the greeting party.
“You guys are fine sharing a bed, is that right? Well, the only bed available is Y/N’s old bed…” your stepfather begins.
You are both muttering and Ben’s turning very pink.
“Yes, Dad! We are thinking about moving in, soon, so sharing a bed isn’t a problem.”
But you both head to the room, lock the door and sigh.
“This is gonna be harder than I thought.” You confess.
“I think we’re doing great!” Ben adds optimistically, looking around at the trinkets and clothes left on hangers and chairs in your room. “And we don’t have to sleep together, I brought an air mattress.”
Fighting the urge to wince from the comment, you begin chewing your bottom lip.
“I need to go to bed, when do you shower? There’s only two up here.” You suggest, fanning out your top from the sweat you gathered.
“Mornin” Ben added, noticing an old book on your shelf and curiously thumbing through it.
As you take some towels and walk off, you bump into your mother getting a laundry basket.
“Do you think they liked the cake I made?” she asked.
“Oh, they definitely did!” you assure.
“I just think I may not have put enough icing, you know the family always goes for the heavy sweet stuff”
“Oh, mom, your baking is always great! Fyi, Ben got a really big slice today if that’s a sign!” you tease.
She taps your shoulder lovingly.
“And how’s your relationship with Ben going?”
You pull your hands under the towel and squeeze.
“It’s…good mom, really good.”
“It’s just that today I noticed you didn’t hug or hold hands or kiss that much” she murmured, relaxing her arms so that the empty laundry basket seemed to dangle from her grasp.
“We wanted to be respectful. You wouldn’t want to see your daughter making out with a guy all evening, would you!”
Your mother’s eyes sparkled as if hesitant to give you an unexpected answer.
“Well, of course not!”
“Besides,” you say, turning to the bathroom and opening the door “he’s the kind of person who’d rather be private about touchy stuff, you know?”
Your mother hums in understanding and turns off to her room.
A warm homey shower and a nice bedtime routine got you all settled. Cleanliness of your body and mouth seemed to free you from the weariness of the social demands and your mental worries of what could go wrong.
But there was one more thing that did go a little wrong. When you walked back into your room Ben was lifting the blanket to get into the air mattress.
In his birthday suit.
You let out a scream and turned away immediately, not sure whether to be thankful or mortified or both. Ben saw you and let out a small yelp as well, he grabbed an old pillow and put it right over his junk. His whole head turned pink.
“I’m so sorry. You were taking your time and I thought I’d be under by the time you…y’know!!!” He seemed to curl down and you fought the powerful urge not to let your eyes wander to his eight-pack.
“Just put on some underwear for the love of God!”
You manage to get him in underwear and your mother's fluffy pink robe full of flowers. Almost scoffing, you flop on your bed and fall asleep almost at once.
What you don’t see is Ben turning his head to look at you. He can’t go to sleep quite yet. Thoughts are racing thought his head far too fast for him to catch one and examine it.
Being in your room, seeing all your old trinkets, clothes, books, and even toys everywhere. Bits of your personality shine out to him. And now a younger, but your deeper, almost private self is now all around him.
He adores it and his heart is bursting silently. With widening eyes, he keeps still on the bed and observes each tiny detail as if it is a clue to reveal a bit more about you.
And there you are, your face turned right to face his, eyes closed and deep asleep. He admires how there’s a bit of moonlight from the window falling on you and he can see you.
There you are so close. If he got up now, he could touch your hand perhaps and even stir. He could place his head against your heart to feel how after everything today that it’s beating just, so, so slow. Your lips are curved into a smile. Is it a dream, perhaps? His hand almost reaches out, wanting to trace every bit of your face but he stops himself.
He nestles down on the pillow and your face is the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes and drifts off into uneasy rest.
Nights like these got quieter as the days got repetitive. There was a lot of smiling and conversing with each other in the day and in the evening, you both would be quiet. The air dripping with words that wanted to be said and yet could not be said for fear of something dying.
One evening the clock had struck one in the morning and neither one of you had gotten any sleep other than tossing and turning.
“Let’s just watch Christmas movies together!” Ben suggests childishly, and you nod. You two will sneak downstairs and watch The Grinch and Netflix together. One evening, Ben suggested The Snowman.
“It’s on Youtube, have you ever seen it?”
“No!”
“Let’s watch it!” Ben says, whipping out his phone and suggesting you scoot over.
It’s hard not to let your head fall on his shoulder and you force yourself to keep the slightest distance.
At the very end of the short little feature, the magical Snowman had melted, leaving the little boy alone in the snow as the credits rolled over a soft song with an orchestra and boy soprano.
Ben was bawling quietly.
“Oh my god…every bloody time…”
But as you reach over, you wipe off the tears and he looks right at you. You are both quiet.
“Go back to sleep, I need to have a smoke before I sleep.”
It had been a long smoke too.
On Christmas Eve, it was another small gathering. Mainly Grandma. She was eyeing you two as if she was watching the last five minutes of a Game of Thrones episode for any sudden, shocking twist or turn.
Like a kiss. Or a hug.
Ben could tell something was up and pulled up to her. “Well hello there, I’m Ben Jones, I don’t think I’ve talked with you much yet, but I’m dating your granddaughter.”
She nodded and gigged. Her eyes shone and brought energy not felt for about fifty years
“I know, we haven’t talked!” she replied, raising her shoulders a little in shyness.
“And I can’t leave a lovely lady all by herself!” Ben added with a wink.
You smiled. Ever the charmer where it counted.
You went over to the kitchen and heated up two mugs of hot milk and picked tow packets of hot chocolate.
But as you walked over to hand them to Ben right by the doorway there was a sudden burst of “OOOOOOOHHHHH!” from your brother.
There was mistletoe hanging over the two of you.
Mistletoe that wasn’t there yesterday.
You and Ben stared at each other, blinking. Then you looked at your grandmother, eyes wide and nodding.
You gave him a short peck. His lips were cold and reeked of onions from the pizza you ate, but it was soft and plump.
Ben looked back at you, dazed. You only half heard the cheering from everyone and the toasts.
You both looked at each other, the party went on, but it was as if you two were the only ones in the world.
“Y/N…” he starts….”I think I need some air…” he confesses.
“Me too…” you say, following after.
You both rush, the air is cool and soft, not freezing like the typical Christmas Eve and with a disappointingly green front yard in front of you and a semi-clear sky.
Before you can say anything, Ben looks up at you shyly.
“Can I kiss you properly? And date you proper? Not for fake…”
You take your hands on each side of his face, his green eyes grow to the size of your neighbors' bushes.
“Uhm…it that a yes? It was a pretty bad kiss back…”
“Shut up” you insist before locking your lips onto yours for a much bigger improvement.
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Cooking Your Heart Out
(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!
This is my entry for the @tlkfanficfest (I do hope that I did everything alright, Gosh this is my first time in it, so I hope to have done everything alright, if I didn’t just let me know).
I chose the prompt ‘Osferth, he tells people he loves them (platonically) by the food he cooks.’ and I hope that this won’t be cringy or anything, I hope you’ll like it!
(also this is set up in the same modern AU as this fic, if you are ever interested)
SUMMARY: Osferth find much more changing his job and discovering a few new flavors of his life.
WORDS: 4, 2 K
WARNINGS: Family Drama, Domestic Abuse, Talk of Infedelity, Slightly OOC Osferth-Aethelflaed
Osferth, he tells people he loves them (platonically) by the food he cooks.
It wasn’t that Osferth didn’t have emotions.
If anything, it was just the contrary.
He had too many emotions and didn’t know how to describe them, being slow in a way that was related solely to his emotions, as if he couldn’t think about them and rearrange them fast enough, before he had to act on them.
He had to think before expressing himself, and when he ended up finally figuring out what he was feeling and what he felt like saying, the person that he wanted to share those feelings with ended up losing their patience and leaving him alone.
And as a child Osferth had been a very alone child, enough that the cooks of the seminary where he had grown up in had taken pity on him and taught him a few of the many mysteries of the kitchen.
Osferth had been quite a quick learner, soon being able to peel potatoes, cut tomatoes and managed to bake a good loaf of breath.
And by the age he had moved away of the seminary, he was able to properly survive on his own without having to go back to instant noodles and take out.
And most importantly he had learnt a way to communicate his feeling.
A healthy way.
He had started at first cooking for his fellow friends over at the seminary, stealing a few pieces of loaves and a bit of chocolate cookies that he had ‘helped’ make and then he had moved onto preparing the dinner for the priests, even trying to corrupt a few of te teachers with food.
Do take them by the guts, they said.
But when his small world had become less restricted, once he had chosen not to follow up with his vows and enjoy a mundane life with the life allowance that a long-distant uncle had left him, in case he preferred college over seminary, parties over prayers, he had started truly delving in his passion.
He had set up himself in a business degree, although he had started working as a side job in a few restaurants, both as a waiter and both as a help in the kitchen, although he had the bases but not the true experience, and yet he picked up quickly and he loved cooking.
And even more than that he loved expressing his feelings through food.
Although he might be slow at communicating his feelings, he certainly was good at recognizing the one of others.
After he had joined the college life, he had found himself living with three men that were the portrayal of virility, Finan with his kisses to his mirrored image, Uhtred and his desire to fucking conquer back his family property and finally Sihtric and his work at risk as a professional hacker.
Although they did act as ‘true alpha males’, Osferth had learned to recognize exactly when they were down and when they needed a bit of comfort.
And gave it to them through food.
Finan had a rather confusing love life, and it wasn’t unusual that sometimes he might end up being the one with his heartbroken (but could you seriously blame the other poor idiot on the other side, probably having heard one too many cock joke?) and Osferth knew all too well that the best solution for a broken heart was anything with chocolate, experimenting new receipts with it, solely for him.
Uhtred, instead, could be the hardest on himself, not knowing what he was and not knowing what he truly wanted, but following a path that had been carved for him by someone else, so Osferth went softly with him, an homely meal that gave him some resemblance of an home he had never known.
Sihtric, lately, had a crush for a girl.
They all speculated about it, like some old ladies at a tea club, seeing the way he’d just stare at the computer, before blushing intensely at the screen, grabbing his head in his hands and then breathing loudly.
And then he’d go back to his work, like nothing happened.
Well, he got something spicy to get him to gain the confidence he was missing.
When Osferth had finished college, he had thought of following up his dream of continuing to express his emotions through food.
The fact that he was becoming quite good at it did help quite a bit.
But he hadn’t many references and neither he had a license that proved his talent, ending up in smaller restaurants and simple bars.
Although clients keep on flooding there.
An old lady had once insisted on waiting for Osferth’s turn for a whole hour and then admitting to the shy boy that ‘she loved his cooking because he certainly expressed his heart through it’.
Never a compliment had made him feel better.
And never had he been happier when his boss, in the last restaurant he had worked in, had bought him back a small ticket to him, alongside a hefty tip.
At first, he had felt quite awkward seeing it was a number and all his friends in the kitchen had made fun of him, saying ‘how easily he could pick up girls with his wonderous cuisine’.
And then he had turned around the ticket, discovering that it belonged to Aetheflaled Wessex, the daughter of Alfred Wessex, one of the richest people in the whole city, owning quite a few buildings, but much more a lot of restaurants.
And he had left one in particular to his daughter, as a wedding present.
The Mercia.
It wasn’t a big restaurant and not as big as her father’s own ones and her brother’s, but Aethelflaed was told to have the economical genius of her father and everybody wouldn’t have been surprised to see the restaurant become much more famous that her father’s in a few years.
If not months.
Hence he had been surprised that from all the expensive chefs she could choose, she had taken the time to learn about him, taking a meal at his shit of a place, nothing important and neither remarkable, simply to eat one of his dishes, leave him her number and quite the tip.
The small ticket had her number on one side and a small indication of the interest that Aetheflaed felt for his culinary skills, suggesting that she met him at the Mercia to taste truly his talent, although she had already been impressed to learn what he could do in a poor-piss restaurant.
And although the proposal was tantalizing, it had taken him quite a few days to actually pick up the phone and contact Aetheflaed, being directed to her by an elegant male voice.
He was surprised that it wasn’t any secretary to take care of his appointment but instead Aetheflaed in person replied and talked with him to take the appointment, and although Osferth had reasoned that she probably preferred to hand-pick and take care personally of each thing, he was still surprised by the way she seemed truly interested in everything he said.
Even going as far as concluding the call with ‘I was truly hoping you’d give me a call’.
He couldn’t have scored a point with a girl like that, for sure.
So it wasn’t that.
And he wasn’t anyway famous to be called over by people like her.
Maybe she was a psycho although she didn’t look like one.
And in the end, his big dream of learning more about cooking and the professional kitchen, won over his own self-preserving instincts (helped by a few screams and ‘threats of encouragement’ from his beloved roommates).
The day he had met Aetheflaed at ‘The Mercia’ he had found her trying to set up the main hall with tables and chairs, deciding its formation alongside the male voice he had heard over the phone, recognizing him as Aldhelm, a private lawyer, probably working for Aetheflaled and her husband, Aethelred.
Who was nowhere to see it.
But were the rumors true, in that wedding there wasn’t much love.
But he shouldn’t stick his nose in that.
He was supposed to work in the kitchen, and he should have stuck to that.
Again, as soon as Aetheflaed raised her head to meet his face, she immediately repeated ‘how glad she was of finally meeting him in person’, making Osferth, inevitably blush, although he could detect a pretty shade of red on her cheeks as well, obviously feeling as awkward as him.
For which he was almost glad.
Almost as much as when he realized he hadn’t to talk much, because she started explaining pretty quickly the role, saying that she knew he hadn’t any true experience in a ‘proper restaurant’, but he certainly didn’t lack of creativity and passion, which were two things that she hoped to valorize in her restaurant.
‘… if you accept, I do think that it’ll be a good learning experience’ she explained, a focused expression scrunching up on her face, nothing in her was insecure as she slowly continued with the explanation ‘… the pay is good, if it is something that you are worried about it and we can talk about the hours and when you can start’.
‘I am in’.
It was a quick choice, because he had thought about it from the start of it all and he couldn’t help but want to try new things, even more when the chance was right in front of him, offered to him.
And although even Aetehflaled seemed surprised by it, she soon seemed to come back from the shock and smirked, immediately involving him in a soft hug, in which he didn’t know what to do, growing tight underneath her, enough to make her understand his own uncomfortableness and she immediately released him.
‘Sorry, I am just excited!’ she had apologized, and again that awkwardness appeared in Aetehflaled’s eyes, but Osferth was used from the time in seminary to work with his lowered head, so he didn’t say too much.
And in the end the work was indeed a learning experience, enough for him to discover new meals and new ways to express himself, although the turns were of long hours and since they were a new restaurant they hadn’t much free time or free space for mistakes.
Even more when Aetheflaled’s husband, Aethelred, the one who owned half of the actions of the restaurant, certainly wasn’t happy of its opening, thinking that it was a loss and ‘a business that wouldn’t have made them much money’.
He put everybody in the restaurant, Aetheflaed comprehended, at unease.
But everyone was even more determined to prove him wrong.
Starting from Osferth.
Although there was no interest in him for Aetheflaed he admired dearly the woman, a bit younger than him and already so strong and determined in everything she started, wanting everything and taking it for herself, with the help of Aldhelm, who shared her similar views.
Osferth got along quite well with both and many times than not he found himself dining with Aethelflaed, at the end of long hours, and Aldhelm, alongside the kitchen staff, exchanging small trivial thoughts and talks that made her seem more earthly.
And although Osferth had been for a long time sure that he knew nobody who acted like him, certainly Aethelflaed had a few characteristics that reminded him of himself, like his stubbornness and his shyness, although she hid quite them well.
‘When your father is Alfred Wessex… sadly there isn’t space for much shyness’ she had once commented and for a moment she had looked at him, a moment too long to be simply accidental.
But he hadn’t commented it.
Not wanting either of them to feel uncomfortable for something that maybe he had only seen.
But once he had heard something and he had been able to simply blame it on his tired mind.
Although he knew that it was bad to listen on a private conversation between Aethelred and Aethelflaed, he couldn’t do much when they screamed like they thought they were the only ones in the restaurant.
Which was partially true, because the staff had been sent home for the night, but Osferth had slipped inside to take the gloves he had forgotten back in the place.
He had bene exiting the kitchen lockers’ section when he was startled by two voices hurling insults against each other.
‘… I can’t fucking believe that you won’t consider fucking closing this place’ Aethelred’s tone was arrogant in a way that immediately made him unlikable, but he couldn’t deny that he mostly sounded like ‘clichey second-class Disney villain’.
‘Father gifted it to me!’ insisted loudly Aethefllaed, her tone loud with passion and hurt ‘… and I’ll do what I want with it’.
‘We are losing money fast…’ shot back Aethelred and as much as he hated hearing that, it was true.
Aldhelm, who took care of these things, certainly wasn’t very positive about their earnings, but insisted that it was simply the beginning and they were slowly setting up their own clientele, which was extremely difficult to do without losing any money.
“… and changing this whole place in the nightclub you wanted won’t make us regain the money lost!” she replied shouting loudly, as she looked at the man in the eyes, before regaining her composure, but without backing away from him “… this is my place, you have dozen of other things to play with, leave me at least this one…”.
Something on Aethelred’s face softened in some way, almost as if he had been taken by surprise by her comment, by the way that sounded like a plead, and then his face roughed up in a horrible smirk.
Worse than a Disney villain’s one.
“I don’t fucking care” it was so full of disdain that even Osferth, who wasn’t inside the conversation shuddered “… I didn’t marry you, because of your fucking business knowledge, I married you for your fucking money and if I don’t have those, I can easily divorce you and take everything with it!”.
Aetheflaed shivered, but again, she didn’t lose any confidence.
Which was quite amazing, according to Osferth.
Had it been Osferth he would have pretended nothing happened.
Had it been Uhtred he would have punched Aethelred in the face.
Which was something that he shouldn’t have done, since he used Uhtred as a measure to avoid doing stupid things.
‘Would Uhtred do it?’ he asked himself and then he wouldn’t do what he had come up with.
He started to get uncomfortable by the conversation, mostly because it started getting much more personal as Aetheflaed backed up her discourse and pretenses with the knowledge of Aethelred’s multiple affairs, as he presented her the same ones.
But suddenly something caught him off guard.
‘… and you know what? The fact that you are a fucking shitty businesswoman is shown by the knowledge that you hired that shitty cook just because he is your fucking half-brother, a bastard’.
And he didn’t have to do the math to realize who he was talking about him.
And yet the surprise hit him all over again, small hints that had been left on his journey suddenly revealing themselves to him, as he slowly reasoned with them, thinking about whether they were true or fruit of his imagination.
But soon, he had much more to worry about, when Aethelred slapped Aethelflaed.
The woman was surprised by the slap, and Osferth was halfway through to intervene, not certainly to fight the blondie cliché, but to put himself between them to stop any other fight to erupt.
But before he could do something, Aethelflaed answered tenfold the slap with one of her own, enough to make Aethelred back off, then moving another hand to his stomach, but stopping it before it could do some further damage, Aethelred immediately bending himself as if to stop the hit.
“Fucking touch me, again, you, coward, and believe me I won’t give you a warning” the words sounded so tight that he was sure that Aethelflaed’s now conjoined fingers could have snapped broken.
But it certainly was of quite impact on Aethelred, running away as a coward.
The promise of a lawyer, his last words, as Aethelflaed relaxed her expression, some kind of restless tiredness written in her face.
Aethelred might have been a coward, but he was a creepy one.
And one that did need law.
Had he been her, he would have also been worried.
But he had much more traumatic things to take care-
Was he… seriously Aethelflaed’s half-brother?
He hadn’t ever met his father.
His mother had said that it had been a ‘wrong night’, calling Osferth an ‘happy incident’, in her most ‘hyppie’ tone.
He had been too young to properly ask questions and then he had been pushed in the seminary, where every child was a ‘child of God’ and his questions about his paternity had been pushed back, alongside many feelings that he didn’t feel like expressing.
But the knowledge that Alfred Wessex had spawned him was crazy.
To start with the fact that Alfred Wessex was one of the most morally righteous people he had ever read about, truly an enlightened businessman, and he didn’t know how his mother had met Alfred and how she could have hidden such a secret for so long.
And how Aethelflaed might have discovered.
He must have heard wrong.
And whatever it was he had researches to do, at home.
Not where he could easily be discovered as a Peeping Tom.
He was halfway through waiting for Aethelflaed to leave, when the woman moved to also grab something from the lockers, and she caught him.
And that was awkward.
And the normally quiet Osferth found himself trying to stutter some kind of reply.
“… I didn’t… I just…” and then with the highest shriek he could have ever mustered up he uttered “… my gloves!”.
And showed her his faux leather biking gloves, a Christmas gift that Finan had thought funny for the ‘pacifist’ of their group.
“… you heard everything, right?” Aethelflaed’s approach was much more fatalistic.
But she didn’t seem angry.
Although, from what he had heard from Uhtred, a very unreliable source, when women weren’t angry when they should be… it meant you were fucked.
Thoroughly fucked.
“… yes” and his honesty most of the time didn’t pay off, but Aetheflaed simply nodded away, pushing his gaze off of him in a way that seemed thoughtful, as if she was evaluating the entire situation.
And Osferth was sure he’d be fired.
“I didn’t… I won’t say anything” he muttered, also making the awkward sign of zipping up his mouth.
“I don’t worry about that” she commented, before another tired and annoyed breath left her lips “… actually it is nice to have witnesses for when I’ll eat up my husband in court, if he is serious about the divorce thing…”.
“He is an asshole” again that bluntness wouldn’t have saved him, but Aethelflaed smiled sadly at him.
“You are kind of right” she commented “… he wasn’t… he might seem all that prince charming bullshit when I first met him. But believe me those are the worse. I married him as a naïve girl and I grew up too fast with him, not as a wife but as a martyr”.
“… I am sorry” and if there was one way that he could express his emotion other than food it was through one-liners.
Still Aethelflaed seemed to realize the strength of the words and their genuineness.
“Not your fault” she muttered, before she spoke right about the elephant in the room “… did you hear everything everything?”.
‘Don’t say it! Don’t say it, Osferth’ his mind screamed inside of him ‘… don’t ruin yourself more than you already have done’.
“… I did hear about me being your brother”.
What the heck?!
Did he seriously have two different paths between his mouth and his brain?
“Oh” Aethelflaed was too nice to mumble the obvious ‘oh shit’ that followed “… I… this is… “.
“I won’t say anything to anyone” commented tightly Osferth, trying to slowly undo all the wrongs he had done “… I don’t even understand if it is true or just…”.
“It is true” commented lapidary Aethelflaed.
And this time Osferth wasn’t able to stop the ‘oh shit’ from leaving his mouth.
“Oh shit, indeed” commented softly Aetheflaed, echoing his thoughts perfectly “… if it helps… I had a mental breakdown when I discovered it…”.
“How? When? What?” it must be all a joke.
Where were the candid cameras?
“Your mother worked over in my father’s staff in our house, and apparently my father didn’t have the morality he has now back then… your mother fell pregnant with the fruit of an affair with my father” his shocked looked must have been enough to ask for more info “… I found it through… Facebook, you were in the ‘people you should know’ or something like that… and you looked familiar, I checked in you… I admit that I stalked a bit”.
Was he even more confused, now?
Probably.
“… the similarity with me was quite striking and I couldn’t… couldn’t just put it down” she mumbled “… you have to know that before I had this place and everything… I was going through a bad period and I … investigating on you helped me”.
“… I run some check through the staff, I thought that maybe you had worked with us, but I found your mother and let’s just say that I kind of had an hitch about what might have happened, remembering that my mother mentioned about having had problems with the staff back then…” her reasoning was slowly starting to make sense, which made everything much more confused “… and I just put one plus one together, hearing about you and through Leofric… and my father”.
Did Alfred know that he was his child?
Had his rich uncle ever existed or had Alfred simply funded his son’s studies?
But right now, all he could focus on was the fact that Alfred had rejected him, and although he had had his own reasons and had his mind been clearer he would have agreed upon them…
… it still hurt.
And it was a new sensation.
He didn’t know which meal he could cook to soothe it.
“.. I swear I didn’t want to stalk you, but I found out you worked in that bar and you seemed so much interested in food and I needed a cook…” now it was Aethelflaed that was rambling “… I swear that what Aethelred said wasn’t true! I didn’t choose you for nepotism… you are really talented…”.
But Osferth had much more pressing matters at heart.
Like understanding why.
“Why did you search for me?” he didn’t mean to sound that rough, but she had to understand him: he had just discovered of having a father… and a sister, and although the former hadn’t ever wanted to meet him, meanwhile Aethelflaed had fought through much to meet him again, and he didn’t understand why “… don’t you have already a brother?”.
The words seemed to hit deeply Aethelflaed and for a moment he was scared of having hurt her.
“… I do…” her tone was unsure “… but I just… as I have said, I had a tough period…”.
“So, I am a charity case”.
He didn’t mean to sound that intolerable, but if there was one reason why he had repressed many of his emotions was that he knew he was able to accidentally blurt out things like that when he was nervous and under pressure.
The first thing in his mind would be the first on his tongue.
And although people said to appreciate honesty, it wasn’t true on the long run.
“No, you aren’t” now Aetehflaed’s voice was definitely uncomfortable and pleading as if she was the one who had been left shocked by the news.
And he had to reason that maybe it was the truth, indeed.
“… I just…” she didn’t know what to say, and Osferth couldn’t help but recognize that that gesture ran in the family “… I just wished to maybe see you… maybe see if we could get along… I just…”.
And although she didn’t mean anything at all, it had a meaning to him, a meaning he understood.
And even worse than the rambling came soon the tears, as stubborn as their own owners, as if they didn’t want to fall from her eyes, staying there and being held there.
“… I just wanted to get to know you, although it is something crazy to say”.
The words rolled off her tongue with pure honesty and he couldn’t help but feel, indeed, that matching piece settle in his puzzled chest.
The truth was that they were indeed siblings.
And he could have done much with that knowledge.
But for now, he focused on doing what he did best.
‘… do you think they’ll hate us if we use the kitchen for a midnight snack?’
Aetheflaled’s sad smile was a mirror of his own.
And he knew that she meant what she said.
Because he did.
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@volvaaslaug (I really hope that is will be at least barely tolerable!)
#TLKFFF2020#Osferth#Aethelflaed#Osferth Fic#Aethelflaed Fic#Osferth Imagine#Aethelflaed Imagine#TLK#The Last Kingdom Imagine#TLK Imagine#The Last Kingdom
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Food Fight (A request)
Requested: Anonymous
Word Count: 1406
Pairing: Natasha X Reader
Warnings!: Descriptions of Anorexia! Panic Attacks! Self Deprecating Thoughts! Self Esteem Issues! Trust Issues!
a/n: Please do not read if you struggle with any of the above mentioned issues. This is a heavy topic and one I have seen and been affected by personally. Please pay attention to the warnings and seek help. People love you. You are worth it.
Request: Hi! I was hoping you could write a Natasha x fem! Reader, where R has anorexia, but N doesn't really notice since N is on missions a lot. And R is feeling worse about herself because she thinks N is always going on missions to avoid R?(angst pls) If you can't/don't want to write this it's totally fine and I understand, but I love your writing! You're so good at it! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day ❤
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You slunk off towards the kitchen, your plate of untouched food sliding into the trash, like all the previous meals before it.
Tucking your napkin around it, you quickly hid it from any eyes.
“Hey [Y/n]! Heard from Fury that Natasha and Clint should be arriving back any day now. You excited?” Tony yelled out from the dining room that Bruce had drug him to for dinner instead of staying in his lab like normal.
You grinned, but your heart began pounding a mile a minute and your brain went into a frantic frenzy of toxic thoughts.
Natasha had been called out on a lot more missions than normal after the two of you had made things official, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had requested them to get away from you.
You weren’t an Avenger...you certainly didn’t have the body of one. And growing up, your parents always warned that any boyfriend or girlfriend wouldn’t want ‘pigsty’ for a partner.
The echoes of old schoolmates oinking at you in the hallways chased you into yours and Natasha’s room in the tower.
Quickly, you stripped off your clothes and stood in front of the floor length mirror in the bathroom.
You didn’t see the toned stomach from workouts with Steve and Bucky fading into stringy muscle. You didn’t see the sunken eyes in your face from sleepless nights helping Tony and Bruce and constantly counting calories of everything you saw. You didn’t see the pasty pallor of your skin from not leaving the tower for weeks. And you definitely didn’t see someone worth Natasha’s love.
“Disgusting.” You muttered. Before pulling out the notebook you had hidden in your hair products drawer.
Flipping past pages with food and their respective calories, you stopped on a blank one and wrote the date at the top.
You tapped the pen on your lips as you recall what you had for breakfast that morning.
Breakfast:
3 Apple slices - 33 Calories
Lunch:
Slice of Cheddar Cheese - 113 Calories
Dinner:
Piece of Bacon - 43 Calories
Total: 189 Calories
You muttered to yourself as you calculated. 189 calories eaten today. And a lot of water. A lot. You knew a healthy diet was 1500 Calories a day. But you couldn’t stop. You had to lose the fat that was suffocating you.
That was drowning you in memories and insults and the nagging fear that Natasha was trying to get away from you and regretted making you her girlfriend.
Sighing, you put the notebook back away, hidden from prying eyes, and put on your sleepwear.
Crawling into bed, you glanced over to a picture sitting on the nightstand on Natasha’s side of the bed.
Steve had taken it the day Natasha had asked you to be her girlfriend.
You were wrapped in the red heads arms, her knowing smirk pointed at the camera while you had your head thrown back, laughing.
Tears pricked your tired eyes as you stared at the picture. Happier days.
And yet, your eyes still narrowed in on yourself in the picture. At the lovehandles that showed where your shirt rode up. The thighs that looked massive next to Natasha’s leather clad ones. The chin that looked like it was just a tad too wide, that was one too many.
Echoes of the past and present mocked you as you fell into a nightmare fueled slumber.
You woke up to something warm against your back, and a tickle of air brushing your neck in timed intervals.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you looked down and saw two perfectly manicured hands holding your waist.
Natasha was home.
You should be feeling joy and love. But instead all you felt was disgust. At yourself. For deceiving yourself that you could ever be worth someone like her. For being someone Natasha had to get away from by taking on dangerous missions.
Fresh tears pricked at your eyes and you muffled a choked sob, almost whimper, from your throat with your hands.
But you must have moved or made enough noise to wake up Natasha, because her hands began moving and you felt her body heat leave.
“Mmm. Morning [Y/n]... Sorry I got back late last night and didn’t want to wake you.”
You couldn’t move. Frozen. Silent tears tracking paths down your cheeks. If you moved, Natasha would know something was wrong. And then you would find out what you suspected was the truth all along. That Natasha never loved you. That she pitied you. That you didn’t deserve her.
“Hey. [Y/n]? You okay?” Silky dulcet concerned tones. From a woman you both loved and feared at that moment.
Another sob. But this time you couldn’t stop it before it burst through your lips and out into the open air.
“[Y/n]!? Sweetheart!? What’s wrong?”
Natasha sat up in bed, rolling your body so that you faced her. Through your blurry vision, you could see those bright emerald eyes, those smooth lips. Natasha.
Her smooth hands rubbed up and down your arms as you shook with the sobs that were now unleashed.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-” It was all you could say between choked, broken cries.
Natasha began humming and pulled you into a hug, rocking you with her as she stroked your arms and hair calmly.
After what felt like hours, you finally stopped crying, your tears running out and your voice growing raspy from its hoarse repetition of apologies.
Natasha hummed once more before pulled back and placing her forehead on yours, her words were soft, gentle, “Mind telling me what’s going on? Does it have to do with your calorie book in the bathroom?”
You blue screened. She knew!?
Natasha didn’t laugh, didn’t mock or say anything cruel. She simply sighed, and gripped your hands in hers.
“I found it before this last mission.” Your brain flashed a thought in the middle of your inner panic, a week ago, she left a week ago, “And I was going to bring it up once I got home for a couple days. [Y./n],” She pulled back and stared at you, her green eyes wet with tears unshed yet, “You’re killing yourself my love.”
You laughed, brittle and hard, “Love? How could you love someone as ugly and fat as me?”
Natasha shook her head as you spoke, her eyes hardening even with the tears in them, “You are not ugly, or fat. [Y/n]...You are my girlfriend. You are a trusted member of the Avengers, you are a daughter and a friend and a colleague and so many other things I could spend hours listing. You are more than you think, and you are more than a couple words that do not define you.”
Well, you thought you had run out of tears, but you guessed you were wrong, because once more there were hot droplets of salt water running down your face.
You surged up and slammed your mouth onto Natasha’s. The kiss was sloppy and messy and tasted of Salt and love. But it was perfect.
Pulling apart with a pant, Natasha once again placed her forehead on yours and begged, her breath ragged whisper, “Please. Let me help you help yourself. You need to talk to someone professional about this. Please.”
You catch your breath, “Tell me you aren’t going on missions to avoid me. Tell me the truth.” Your plead. Desperate.
Both of your eyes were closed, as you clung to each other like drownies.
Natasha let out a chuckle, wet with tears unwept and fear of losing you, “Never! Never! I actually took these so that I would have the next few months free. To spend with you. Please. I love you [Y/n].”
You nodded your head, your skin hot and sweaty and gross. But for once, you weren’t thinking of how disgusting it was, or how many calories you were losing.
You were focused on yours and Natasha’s heartbeats slowly synchronizing together, you were focused on the glow of the sun peeking through the blinds, and you were focused on the hope of a new day.
Because Natasha was right. You needed help, but the first step was already completed. You laid to rest your fears of Natasha and you felt loved by the members of your family.
Your Food Fight with yourself was now over, and the healing could officially begin.
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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 4
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8
Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.
Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)
Warnings: grief
Word count: 1,139
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November 8, 2038
You woke up in the dark. It was early, you thought. You hadn’t slept much recently thanks to all the emotions washing over you and the hotel bed didn’t help. You had left the DPD that night not knowing where to go. You knew your father’s house was still taped off as a crime scene and couldn’t bring yourself to go there anyway. So you had checked in to a hotel close to the DPD. You really needed to go back to the house to get some clothes but couldn’t do it. You settled for sleeping in your clothes from that day and just buying new ones the next. You couldn’t go back, not yet. But yesterday had been awful. All the calls of condolences and the press trying to “get a quote” had nearly pushed you over the edge. You weren’t doing that today.
So, several hours later, you left your phone in your hotel room and walked to the DPD. You scanned your badge at the gate and entered the main area. You avoided the questioning eyes and hurried to your desk. You sat down and began unpacking your workbag.
“Hello, Detective Manfred.”
You jumped and spun around in your desk chair. It was Connor.
“Oh, hey, Connor.”
His expression was puzzled. “I wasn’t aware you were coming in today.”
You knew people were going to bring it up. You had rehearsed your responses all morning. “Yeah, well, I just thought I would come back so I can help you and Hank.”
“But-” he began but was cut off by Fowler.
“MANFRED! In my office now!”
You closed your eyes and swallowed. Captain Fowler was going to be your biggest problem today.
“I better go.” You stood and began walking away, but felt a hand on your forearm. You looked back and saw Connor holding you there gently, his eyes were full of emotion. It was almost startling to see.
“I’m sorry for your loss, (Y/N).”
You struggled to find the right words amidst the emotions. Why were you so flustered? “Thank you, Connor.”
“MANFRED!” Fowler’s voice carried across the office.
Connor let go of you and you offered him a weak smile before marching to the captain’s office with your head held high.
You walked into the office and stood in front of him. “Sir?”
Fowler was sitting at his desk, staring at you. You could tell he was seething but trying to control it. He didn’t want to lose his temper on you after everything you’d been through.
“Why are you here?” He asked, straining to control his anger.
“Because you requested a detective with experience working with androids and detaining deviants.”
He sighed and you could see his fists clench. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
You sighed too and relaxed your tense posture. “I know. I just needed to get out of that hotel room.”
“Hotel room?”
“I-I couldn’t go back home that night because it was still a crime scene and I just can’t go back yet. And then yesterday was just condolence calls from family and friends and harassment from the press.” You stopped and took a breath. “I need to work here, sir. I know I can help with the investigation and I need something to do.”
Fowler stared at you for a moment. He sighed again and he unclenched his fists. “I understand. You can stay, but you are definitely to stay here with the evidence.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Return to your desk. I believe Hank is here now. You should meet with him to discuss the case.”
“Yes, sir.” You left the office and walked up to Hank. “Morning, Hank.”
He turned to you. “Hey, kid. I figured you’d be out a few more days at least.”
“And let you and Connor have all the fun with the case? Never.” You smiled as best you could and hoped it was convincing.
Hank looked at you and smiled back. “Well, welcome back.” He gave you a one-armed hug.
You met Connor’s eyes and saw the same emotion in them. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was but it gave you butterflies.
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You were sitting at your desk catching up on evidence while Hank and Connor had gone out to do more investigating. You were staring at the case files thinking about when you had agreed to work on deviant cases at your precinct. You had always felt wrong about owning androids and when Lena was assigned as your partner thanks to a shorthanded staff at your department, well you grew to care for her as a sister, and you were certain she had become deviant. You knew she loved you as family as well, and when you reviewed a deviant case you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was self-defense. A lot of them appeared to be self-defense cases. You knew if you could show people that these androids just wanted to live, they would see them as you did, as people.
Your mind had been working like this for a while when you realized everyone in the office had gone to the break room. Your brow furrowed and you stood up, going to see what the fuss was about. You saw they were all watching the TV. You looked up and saw an android. That was when the voice registered.
Markus.
His speech was ending but you gathered what he had asked for. You didn’t really hear the last of his words. You just saw the screen fade to black as it ended and heard murmurs all around you. You felt the world spinning and made your way clumsily to the bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall and let the tears flow.
Markus had survived somehow! Leo said he had been shot though. How could he have lived?
You shook your head. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that your friend was alive. And starting a revolution apparently. You smiled. Your father would be proud of him for standing up for himself and his people.
You suddenly realized that it might not be Markus. It could be another model. No, it had to be him. You knew him too well. That was Markus on the TV. He was alive.
You had to find him. You had to find where the deviants were hiding. You had to talk to Markus and make sure he was all right. Tell him that you didn’t blame him for what happened to your father.
You put your hand on the handle to open the stall when you realized what you were doing. You were working with Connor, an RK800, designed to find deviants so CyberLife could neutralize them and make androids that would never feel anything again. You had to protect Markus. You could never find him.
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Forever || Peter Quill x Reader
Prompts: 2: “i love you three thousand” , 15: “when will you learn?” , 26: “if and when you have the answer... let me know.” , 30: “it’s like i’m drowning and you’re the only one that can save me.”
Warnings: swearing, angst this is more than a blurb bc i got carried away... but i also cried, sooooo : endgame spoilers (for the people who still haven’t seen it)
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quiet. a deafening silence. the sobs of you, tears running down your face. gone. gone. gone. everyone’s gone. you felt like you failed. failed everyone. failed yourself. you felt like you had no purpose. you were sat in a little lakeside cottage. Pepper had offered everyone a place to stay, of course, naturally, people still had somewhere to go... Strange, Peter, Clint, there’s more to it. even though Peter had a place to go, his aunt let him stay in the cottage with Pepper and Morgan.
but your Peter wanted to stay on earth for a while. so you did. you were all staying away from the missions until after the funeral. trying to build somewhat of a normal life here until everything had passed. you grew close to Tony on Titan. you were the only Guardian other than Nebula. so you were there with everyone, building friendships and when Natasha left all of you, you sobbed and cried for days. Steve told you that she would’ve been happy to die for the people she loved and you knew he was right, you’d been her best friend for over five years, that’s long enough to know someone who had no one to the bone.
you had nightmares about Peter and what was happening to all of them. all of the guardians. your family. you knew Gamora was gone and dusted. and that killed you. it killed you that you couldn’t save her. but everyone else was okay, until you were dusted.... and you wanted to tell Peter how you felt so strongly for him. something more than platonic. love.
but that wasn’t gonna happen, he and Gamora were essentially... endgame. they hadn’t told each other how they felt before she died. but when Peter saw Gamora’s old-self who didn’t want anything to do with Peter and actually left Earth to fight her own fight in the galaxy. you could see the regret in his eyes of not taking her and having her when he had the chance. and that killed you.
you were sick of losing soulmates and soulmates being your best friends, the people you knew you were destined to meet because they treated you like one of their own, even if you were new to their crew, they made you feel welcome and at home. that’s a family you never had. of course, you had the Guardians, but the Avengers... they were different.
and that’s all you were thinking about. sitting in this dumb room, you were only thinking about your mistakes, the things you could’ve done. the things you didn’t do.... and you regretted every single second of it. you wanted to take the gauntlet and snap your own fingers and die instead of Tony having to pay the price... but you both knew you couldn’t. because the power of levitation couldn’t do shit to protect you from the gauntlet.
the door to your room opened. you could see the light start to bleed into the dark room you had situated yourself into. it was Peter. he was wearing his pyjama shorts and nothing above and he looked at you his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes.... full of concern for you and the tissues that surrounded you on the floor wooden floors.
“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked rushing over to you, he knelt over the end of the bed looking deeply into your eyes.
“i can’t help b-but, but think, that i-i f-failed everyone,” you said choking on your words, as you took another tissue from the tissue box and wiped your eyes, and rubbed your nose.
“you didn’t fail anyone.”
“yes. i did Peter.” you sighed, “i could’ve done so much more in the battle. i could’ve done so much more.”
“when will you learn?” he questioned you, “this wasn’t your fault. it’ll never be your fault. we all did what we could and in the end, we defeated Thanos.”
“i wanted to rip the gauntlet off his hand and snap my own fingers. he had more than i ever had. a family. he has a daughter. a daughter i’m the godmother of, Peter.”
“and that’s why you have to stay strong to show her that Auntie y/n is strong and brave so she knows to be strong and brave.”
a tear ran down your face, “i feel like i’m drowning, Peter. it’s like i’m drowning and you’re the only one that can save me. save me from this mess. from this never-ending cycle of regret.”
“what’re you saying, y/n.”
“i-” you looked down contemplating whether you should tell him or keep it bottled up for the next ten centuries. but you told yourself no. that this cycle of regret isn’t gonna have more to it. “i love you, Peter.”
“i love you too, y/n.” he smiled holding your hand with a chuckle.
“it’s not like you think i mean it. it’s not platonic, Peter.”
“y/n... i- i dunno what to say.”
you stood up off the bed and straightened your clothes out, “okay, so think about it.” you looked at him one last time, “if and when you have the answer... let me know.” you walked out of the room, not another word toward the man.
you treaded into Pepper’s office. she was sat with a book in her hands and a glass of wine. it was a photo album, it was of the last five years. she closed it when you walked in. “you want some?” she gestured to the bottle of wine on the table.
“yes, please.... i need it.” you sniffled.
“what happened?” Pepper asked.
“i told him how i feel.”
“and?”
“he said he didn’t know. and i told him to think about it. but i don’t now what the outcome is gonna be and i’m really scared, Pepper.”
“well, if worst comes to worst, you have a home here with Morgan and I. you know she loves her Auntie y/n.”
you chuckled, “i know.” you smiled at Pepper, it was the first genuine smile in a while. Morgan and Pepper were pretty much the only one’s who could do that, anymore.
and for the next few hours, you both sat hunched over a photo album of the last five years, from dinners and when Morgan was born and how you were almost in all of them. you had a balanced life between being at Avengers Headquarters and with Morgan. ever since everyone drifted, you had dinners every two weeks on a sunday night, Natasha, Steve, Clint, everyone had stuck to the tradition for a few months. and then people stopped showing up... one... by.... one.... until you were the only one left. you had asked Natasha and Steve why they hadn’t gone. it was understandable that Natasha was busy, and so was Steve and you weren’t so you stayed around Tony and Pepper. you were the only close friend they both had left.
the coming days were getting harder... the funeral only being tomorrow and the fact that you hadn’t talked to Peter since you confessed and he hadn’t talked to you. and that’s when the funeral happened. you were wearing a nice satin black clothing, it softly touched your skin, and you were wearing the friendship bracelet, you, Morgan, Tony and Pepper had made. you smiled down at your wrist.
after you had let the flowers drift off into the water you got into your car and you were ready to drive away, but not before there was a knock at your window. you looked up and there he was... Peter Quill. he hadn’t properly talked to you in over a week. what could he want now?... you rolled down your window.
“what’s wrong, Peter?” you questioned him curiously, you had dried tears down your face since you knew you were gonna cry not a single touch of makeup was on your face.
“i um, you know what?” he opened the door to your car and got inside the white Toyota Prius. he looked into your eyes. as you were very confused.
“i’ve been thinking... a lot actually... when i thought about Gamora... all i ever wanted was her. but when she died. i made.. peace with that.. that we’d never be together.”
“and your point Peter?”
“i’m getting there. i thought about a life with Gamora, multiple lives. lives, where everything would be good and work between everything with all of our friends and i, couldn’t ever find a life where you weren’t a major part in it. when Gamora and i would have fights, you’d be there and i’d be crying on your shoulder.”
“what’re you saying, Peter?”
“y/n... what i felt for Gamora was just a fantasy... when i pictured it... the moments i felt like i could watch over and over and over again... the moments that felt right... that felt part of history... they were with you.” he smiled, “y/n... i love you... this may be too soon, but i love you three thousand, four thousand, more than anyone could ever imagine.”
you smiled and leaned forward, placing your soft lips on his own, you pressed your foreheads together after a short amount of time. and for the first time. you smiled brightly. genuinely bright. happy. and all you could think about is how proud and happy Tony and Natasha would’ve been for you. and that’s all you ever wished for.
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MARCH AOM
Hello everyone! It is time to reveal who our author of the month is! They will be revealed below along with an interview we conducted with them! Hope you enjoy x
-1D Craft Awards Team
And our March Author of the Month is.....
@marisa-writes!!!
Questions:
1. Did you start writing fanfiction for One Direction, or was there another fandom that you wrote fanfiction for before this?
Before I found my way to One Direction fanfiction, I wrote Jonas Brothers fanfiction for a few years and I loved it immensely! I wouldn’t still be writing fic to this day if not for the relationships I built in that fandom, and the love I received both from my readers and my writing friends. I’ve been sharing my writing online for about ten years now, which is crazy to me. It was my connection to people I met through JBFA that led me to eventually make my way to 1DFF, though I was a very casual reader and not a writer in the beginning. I was also a casual fan of 1D at the time, definitely into their music but not planning to dive in much beyond that. Oh, how the tables have turned...
2. How old were you when you started writing fanfiction?
In 6th grade, my friends and I used to share the joy of writing this fake gossip column between us in which we were the members of this epic girl band. We would write about all of our exploits in the band and in our fictional personal lives, where we were - obviously - dating famous people, like members of ‘N Sync and the Backstreet Boys. In 7th grade, I wrote pages and pages of stories on loose-leaf paper about myself and my friends and threw in my celebrity crush of the moment as a love interest, so I suppose those stories were my first attempts at writing fanfiction.
This was in the early 2000s, so I didn’t really know my way around finding fanfics on the internet until a couple of years later, but aside from these self-insert stories, the first piece of fanfiction I remember writing with original characters was a Justin Timberlake one I wrote during my freshman year of high school. I kept it in a spiral that I decorated with pictures of Justin and my “face claim” - before face claims had a name - for my original character, Jamie (to show my age, her face claim was Samantha Mumba). I still have that notebook and know exactly where it is. I pull it out every once in a while to remind myself of the journey my writing has taken, because WOW, was that story bad! But I’d never be where I am if I hadn’t written it!
3. What’s been your favorite fic you’ve written to work on so far?
What a terrible question. Asking me to choose between my stories is a lot like asking me to choose between my non-existent children!
I have thoroughly enjoyed writing all of the projects I’ve shared so far, but the summer that I wrote the sangria series was like magic. Teyana and Niall came out of a couple days’ worth of me listening to one of my favorite R&B artists, Jon B., on repeat, and after one lengthy one-shot in which I’d put a lot of thought into their back-story as well as the one I was telling in that particular piece, I was a goner for them. While writing that series, I was an endless well of inspiration and I enjoyed creating those characters and spending so much time in their world.
The Different Strokes series has been the gift that keeps on giving for a few years now, and the joy that’s come from showcasing Liam and Georgia’s love for one another as their family grows has pleased me immensely.
I also feel very similarly about one of my one-shots, goodnight, good morning. Creatively, it was just an absolute joy to write and I can’t help but regard it with fondness whenever I think about it. It came out of left field for me, but my love of the stuck-in-the-elevator trope combined with my love of Liam in nice winter coats made for a piece of writing I am super proud to say I’ve written.
4. Is there a fic that you really wanted to write, but you just never did?
I have a plethora of barely-started fics that just sit taunting me in my Google Docs. The two that haunt me the most are Basketball Jones, an AU in which Liam is a point guard playing on the same university team as my OFC Tionne’s twin brother, Amari, and Roots, in which newly-solo Liam is stoked when presented with the opportunity to work with a legendary soul artist named Maurice Collins to complete his album, but the project ends up getting passed off to Maurice’s daughter Cleo instead. Both stories are the kind you wish would write themselves because you just want them to be out there in the world, you know? But alas, I suppose I have to do the work myself, and I just haven’t been able to get either project to take off just yet.
5. What’s your favorite trope to write?
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS! God, I’m such a sucker for it. I know a lot of people are fans of the build-up and all the angst and heartache and reconciliation that comes with it, but I’m always the one at the end going, “So what’s next?” I love to see what happens past the happy (or sometimes, not-so-happy) ending. There is so much to be told in what happens between a pairing when they’re committed and figuring out how to be together, and I adore being able to showcase that, especially because it’s not something you see as often as other tropes in fic.
6. What’s your ideal space to write in?
I like writing in my room. It’s quiet, peaceful, my own space. Sometimes I’ll sit on my bed; other times, I like to kick back in my chair in the corner where my lights are hung - my little reading/writing/tv-watching nook - and I’ll prop my feet up on my ottoman and do some writing with a nice cup of tea. I like to be as relaxed as possible, so I can really let my mind wade through all the lines of dialogue and scenes that I want to write.
7. What inspires you to write?
All sorts of things. For many years, it was music. I used to require music playing when I wrote, but I write in silence more often than not now. Still, music is a heavy inspiration for me - there are stories to find even in the songs that don’t seem like, lyrically, they’d provide any. But the mind is a powerful thing, and so is music, and when the two work together, magic tends to happen.
I also find inspiration in the world around me, and in the things I read. I’m a big fan of studying how people interact with one another. Relationships - familial, platonic, or romantic - are fascinating to me, and I love to write about how people react to the others around them, or the environment around them. I believe certain people and places come into your life exactly when they’re meant to for reasons you may or may not understand at the time, but they’re always important in your journey, and I love to write about that.
As a black woman, having the opportunity to continuously write about black women is also a huge inspiration for me, which is something you’ll notice in looking at the original female characters I write. One of my favorite authors, Alyssa Cole, is a black woman who has written both historical and contemporary romances, and she floors me with every piece of hers that I read because the diversity she includes in every story is encompassing and feels effortless. She paints a picture of what our diverse world looks like or has looked like in the past with every novel or novella she writes, and she inspires me to use my words to share stories that feature black women of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds at the center because it’s important to me to see incredible black women having their stories told. Alyssa’s diversity doesn’t stop at just black characters, either, which is even more marvelous to me. She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I always joke that I want to be her when I grow up, but let’s be real, I’m not joking.
8. Do you typically like to listen to music when you write? If so, what do you listen to?
I inadvertently just answered this question! Back in my must-listen-to-music days, I would put Jason Reeves’ The Magnificent Adventures of Heartache (And Other Frightening Tales…) on repeat. That album in itself tells a story from start to finish of falling in love, being in love, getting your heart broken, and starting over, and there was something in the magic of Jason’s lyrics and musicality that used to wring endless sparks of inspiration from me. Whenever I felt stuck, I would turn that album on and the words would flow. Nowadays, I tend to find comfort in the quiet, but if a particular song or collection of songs has inspired something I’ve written, like Jon B. did with sangria on your lips, or SoMo’s “For You” did with the one-shot of the same name, I’ll listen to whatever’s inspiring me on repeat.
9. Do you have any plans for any future fic ideas you’d like to pursue?
Nothing confirmed at the moment! If I could get those fics I have haunting me in my Google Docs to wander past small blurbs and vague plot ideas, that’d be wonderful. I’ll write fanfiction in this fandom as long as I’m inspired.
10. Do you have any advice for other writers in the fandom?
WRITE. FOR. YOU. Look at that again, read it over and over until it’s ingrained deep in your mind and heart. Don’t write with the goal in mind to gain ‘x’ number of readers, and don’t write to measure up to anyone else. We as writers are our own worst critics and conspiracy theorists, and we will come up with a hundred different reasons to stop writing when we’re discouraged or frustrated, or compare ourselves to others and consider them leagues above us. It is so easy to talk ourselves in circles of why we should quit because of whatever reasons we’ve decided on in that precise moment, but you know what? If you write, you started for a reason. It gave you feelings you’d never experienced before and wanted to chase so hard that they drove you to write something that came from your mind, your heart, your fingertips. Do you realize how extraordinary that is?
Nothing you write will ever mean much if you don’t write it for you. You can’t love to do this and pour your heart into your words if they aren’t ones that mean something to you. You are never going to please everyone that reads your writing, which is often a hard truth to swallow because we just want to be liked, and you will be by some! But it’s important that you write something you’ll be proud to attach your name to, because someone is going to be very pleased with it, but most importantly, you will be pleased with it. We grow and change as writers and so does our level of work, but looking back and cringing because maturity has made us better writers is not the same as looking back and cringing because what we wrote doesn’t reflect who we’ve been at any stage. Write to satisfy yourself at whatever place in life you’re in. No regrets when you look back.
11. What is your writing process like?
It very much depends on the project! One-shots are my bread and butter, and those are often things I can write in a breeze when I’m inspired. My one-shots are usually the lengthy type, more of a short-story packed into a smaller package, so writing them tends to go smoothest for me.
For my chaptered projects, or the ones that started as one-shots and turned into stories or series, it’s a slower process for me. I always have a general plot line and specific important moments in mind, but I’m not the outlining type at all - feels too stifling for me, and I like the freedom to adjust certain plot points when the process serves. If I’m full of inspiration and my life allows me the freedom to sit down and write away, I will! I’ve recently moved myself out of a life situation that was taking a lot of that creativity and peace of mind away from me, and I’m hoping to find my way back to some sort of constant stream of inspiration soon.
Author Specific:
1. Why would you say you’re more attuned to writing Liam and Niall out of all the boys? Would you ever write for Harry / Louis / Zayn?
Liam is the whole reason I wound up in this lovely mess. I became a fan of 1D’s music from the first album, but genuinely had no intention of going beyond that in terms of interest. I’d recently exited the Jonas Brothers fandom as a whole because the cattiness and pettiness of some fans was absolutely exhausting and I needed a break from fandom for a good while (or so I thought, as I eventually found myself neck-deep in the Big Time Rush fandom). Around 2013, though, Liam’s vocals, smile, and stage presence had me slowly turning into the eye emoji. And those who have known me for quite a while can probably recall the night in 2015 where I drank a lot of wine and looked at a lot of pictures of him on Tumblr and became a complete goner.
It took me a little bit to start writing about him, however. I’d been reading some 1D fic because a dear friend I’d met through JBFA had moved to writing 1D fic and I once told her I’d read Magic School Bus fanfiction if she wrote it, so I obviously followed her to 1DFF. As I became more interested in Liam, I started reading some Liam fics, trying to get a hang on his personality because at the time I wrote mainly OU and I love finding that authenticity. I also wanted to get a feel for writing characters who weren’t American, like I am. Eventually, I came up with some ideas, decided to get my feet wet, and started writing. I would say I’m attuned to writing Liam because in learning about him, I connected with him. I adore him as a person and an artist, and hardly anyone writes about him these days (which breaks my heart), so I continue to because he makes me happy and we could all use a little more Liam-centric stories in our lives.
As for Niall, I was blown away by the leaps and bounds of the growth of his vocal talent on Made in the A.M. He really shined on those songs for me, and when his solo career started rolling, I was mesmerized by the way he was going about it. Very deliberate with his choices, taking his time, warming everyone up to the magic he’d been possessing for years. I was floored by his magnetism both as a person and an artist, and it drew me to write about him. While it was completely unexpected because I’d been gone for Liam for quite some time, I don’t regret a single minute of it.
I would absolutely write for Harry, Zayn, or Louis if a story idea struck me. I actually started a Harry story that I stalled with big time because I scared myself out of confidence with the massiveness of writing a story with supernatural elements, but hey, maybe someday!
2. What is one moment from “Regarding Our Ghosts” that you never got to write but want to?
ROG, my OG baby! I’m unbelievably heartbroken that I haven’t been able to finish that fic, because it was a passion project, but it always holds such a solid place in my heart.
In the story, Liam and Lissie were meant to travel home to the UK to visit family for the winter holidays, while Nina and Macy went to see her mother, Noreen, for a few days around Christmas. Over the course of their time apart, I wanted to show how integrated their lives had started to become, with Lissie insisting that she and Liam buy presents for Macy and Nina to give when they returned, and Noreen inquiring after the father-and-daughter pair that Macy couldn’t stop talking about during their visit.
Once Liam returned, he was to drop by Nina’s to catch up with her and see if she needed some help with shoveling snow from the drive. There was a moment in which they laughed and joked and Liam’s laughter made Nina realize how much she’d missed him and it absolutely terrified her because she didn’t have the capacity to put a name to that feeling just yet. There’s a little snippet I wrote on an index card at the place where I used to tutor because it struck me mid-lesson, and I carried that index card in my wallet for years. It went:
He laughs, and oh—oh. His laugh. She missed his laugh. She missed this. She missed Liam.
The feeling settles low in the pit of her stomach, goopy and sweet, and she doesn’t know what to make of it. In her mind, there are little compartments where she sorts out her thoughts and emotions, and as she tries to sort this—that she missed Liam—she can’t. She doesn’t know where to put it.
So she lets it churn in her gut, thickening like a rue, until she can make up her mind.
It was such an important moment for them - a turning point, for Nina at least, realizing that this man she and her daughter had come to rely on in certain ways could be more than just a friend to her. That her feelings could be stronger, and she could maybe feel something for someone again after convincing herself she’d be happy alone if that’s what was meant for her.
Man, I miss that story something fierce, but it stays with me every day.
3. What is one thing you wish you would’ve known before you started writing 1d fic?
That I would get in this deep. Ha. No, honestly, I’m glad that I didn’t have any expectations going in. That’s the best. You learn as you go. Similar to my time writing Jonas Brothers fic, I’ve built some pretty great friendships that I never would have if I hadn’t started writing 1D fic. I even made connections with people who read my Jonas Brothers fanfics but we’d never spoken until I started reading and writing 1D fic!
I’m grateful for the people this has brought into my life, and the opportunity I’ve had to go into this fandom and spend more time honing my craft and getting to shine a light on people of color in my stories, black women specifically. We are so often missing from fiction and that is true from the fanfiction world to the romance novels I read, but our stories are so important and real and as needed as everyone else’s, so I am excited beyond belief that I’ve been able to create several black female characters that have reached out and touched readers of all kinds. I’ve also been able to connect to other authors of color who, like me, write about people who look and think and live like them, and the sense of being seen as a person of color is overwhelming. I hope to see more of it in the future.
4. Who has been your favorite OFC to write? Why?
I’m gonna cheat a bit here because it’s a three-way toss-up between Georgia, Rolly, and Teyana.
Georgia means the world to me because in my previous fandom, I wrote a lot of white OFCs because that was just...what I saw and experienced, and to be honest, I didn’t really think about it much at first. Writing white characters was the “norm”. After a while, I noticed that in seeking out characters who looked like me, I encountered a lot of storylines that featured racism as a conflict between x Jonas Brother’s family and the OFC. It was hard to find stories in which characters were just human beings who happened to be black and faced conflict that had nothing to do with their race. So, I decided to write a story in which that was the case. It opened up my eyes to what I’d been failing to focus on, something that became super important to me the more I reflected on it: seeing black characters represented realistically and in a positive light in fanfiction.
When I eventually came to write 1D fic, I made a very conscious choice to feature black women at the center of my stories, and Georgia was the first. Through her, I was able to show a successful black woman who had started a family with the man she loved, and I was able to showcase little moments of Georgia’s experiences as a black woman that Liam had to learn about, like why she wrapped her hair at night. It sounds like such a small thing, but that was big for me - I couldn’t recall ever seeing that in the writing I’d read thus far, a black woman wrapping her hair at night, so I wrote it. Soon, I had readers coming to me who could relate and said they hadn’t seen it, either. I’ve also had non-black readers who have expressed how much they like the fact that I write about black women, that they enjoy reading stories that focus on people of color. The whole experience has been so moving for me. It’s made me realize that I am not only doing something I love, but also doing something important.
Rolly Marshall is, in many ways, a reflection of me. I conjured her up when I was a few months into my first year of teaching and overwhelmed, tired, and frustrated beyond belief. She was an escape. I could channel all of the things I loved and dreaded about my job into her and her life, and it was like lifting a weight off my shoulders. Rolly loves her job, like I did, but her experience was one that I created to be more positive than the one I experienced, which has made it both easy and hard to write about her at times. But more than our mutual connection through education, I love Rolly because she feels so genuine to me. She’s awkward and kind-hearted and funny and a good friend to the people in her life. She’s just a good egg. I love her spirit and her humor and that’s a big part of what’s made her such a joy to write. I didn’t expect many people to latch on to her because how many people could really relate to a second grade teacher? To my great surprise, many.
Teyana surprised me with my attachment to her. She and Niall were meant to be a one-time thing, much like Liam and Georgia, but seeing as how those two turned into an eighteen-part thing PLUS a throwback mini-fic, I should’ve known better. It was while I was writing sangria on your lips that I found myself thinking about who Teyana was before she and Niall met. I couldn’t stop thinking about where she came from, building her past. She comes from a single parent home where her father raised her after her mom left. She carries scars from that, from the abandonment she felt when her mom moved on without so much as a single moment to look back. She clung to her Papi and his Cuban culture and grew up with the lessons he instilled in her, including one she taught herself from watching his heart break: that maybe there was no great “one” for her. But that changes when she meets Niall, who challenges everything she thought she could gain from a relationship. He’s truly a partner to her. He has a glimpse into what life is like when your parents aren’t together anymore, so he’s empathetic to what she feels in regards to her mom. He loves her unconditionally. He’s her match, and after years of convincing herself she may never find her match and she’ll be okay with that, Niall is a pleasant surprise, and honestly, he restores her faith in love. She learns she doesn’t need anyone else to make her life complete - her Papi raised her to find that completion all on her own - but having someone to share her life with is a pleasure she’s more than grateful to have.
5. Which one of your fic boys was your favorite to write? Why?
Different Strokes Liam has been my all-time favorite. He’s driven and passionate about his work, completely committed to his family, and there’s a warmth, humor, and sexiness to him that has made him so much fun to write since I began. I love that I can paint him as a complete and utter sop in one piece, a classic romantic in another, and a confident master of seduction in the next. He’s confident and often sure of himself but not immune to insecurities. He’s got different facets, and I love getting to focus on each one at different times as the series shifts.
The Different Strokes series was something that spawned from what was supposed to be a stand-alone one-shot, but I found myself attached to the little family I built for Liam, Georgia, and their son Carter, and my mind expanded upon writing little snippets of them - glimpses of them as Carter grew, as their lives changed, as their family expanded. I am a big fan of established relationships, and I grew so attached to watching Liam mature and change as both a father and a husband. Liam in real life seems to have such a compassionate heart, and before he even became a father, I had a good feeling that he would be a great one and getting to write about him as both a father to his children and a partner to his wife has been such a joy. And with Checkpoints, my mini-fic in the series, I’ve been able to go back to when he and Georgia first met and began seeing each other and it’s been nothing but fun to write!
If not for DS Liam, I wouldn’t have fallen as in love with writing 1D fic as I have, so I am grateful every day for the opportunity I’ve had to expand upon his character and the incredible life he’s built for himself. Writing him has led to writing many other projects that I adore, and I can’t wait to see what’s next for me as a writer.
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stellaluna • viktoria “vik” • aaland
s u l l i v a n
icy breezes float across naked flesh as melodies coated in melancholia float across stale air. useless factoids trail across their mind, she traces patterns against florals sitting in tepid water. she strokes the neck of an empty champagne bottle, shatters it against marble. they say it’s all too much, the thought beckons bumps to rise against her skin.
d e m o g r a p h i c s
full name: stellaluna viktoria “vik” aaland
age: twenty-one
sexuality: bisexual
gender: demiwoman / she & they
major & minor: psychology ( major ) & anthropology ( minor )
♪ icy — kim petras
family • history • connections • plots
under the cut & exhaustive
f a m i l y
father ( adoptive / deceased ) mother ( adoptive )
peter aaland ( sol invictus ) camille aaland ( née bordelais )
grandmother ( adoptive )
vikoria “angelique” bordelais ( née eriksson )
( cancer / death tw for everything below this warning )
• their father was a musician who went by the alias “sol invictus” ( after the roman sun god ), his band, invincible, was extremely successful in the late eighties / early nineties and has some classics ( the most helpful comparison i have for sol is kurt cobain mixed with alex turner and flung back to the 90s. )
he was diagnosed with cancer when vik was a child, and became involved with a faith healer and his cult ( the sun’s chosen children ) before his death. after his death, there was a vicious battle over his estate, as he left everything to the cult and its manipulative leader. this is a dark chapter of vik’s life, and she didn’t entirely understand what was going on due to her young age, just that her father was dead and it ruined her mother. sol’s involvement with the chosen children was the subject of much tabloid gossip, and so was the legal battle.
• her mother was a model and the daughter of a swedish-french film star ( the original viktoria ) who married an “english screenwriter with a french name.” camille is very fond of horses and horse racing and has spent large parts of her life on stud farms ( including her own parents’ stud in england, where her mother retired to ), and currently lives on one in mexico, somewhat close to mexico city.
• viktoria is adopted, she was born in sweden ( which both of her adoptive parents had a connection to ) and placed for adoption by her birth parents shortly after. they don’t particularly care to know anything about their birth parents, and haven’t made any effort to seek them out. they were adopted when they were two years old, so they retain some vague memories of the orphanage, but they can’t speak swedish anymore.
h i s t o r y
places lived
stockholm ( childhood )
tokyo ( childhood )
los angeles / new york city ( childhood )
oxfordshire ( childhood / as a teenager )
mexico city / valley of mexico ( as a teenager )
paris ( to attend the paris opera’s ballet academy, as a teenager )
important / helpful information
being a rockstar’s child had its difficulties and successes. vik was always the coolest child in any given room ( at least, by default ) but she spent most of her childhood in impermanent places: tokyo ( two years while sol & invincible were recording a reunion album ), los angeles and nyc ( whenever her father’s profession demanded it ), oxfordshire with her mother and grandmother, stockholm for a few years post-adoption. they never made many real friends, and cultivated a reputation for being just like silk ( pretty and difficult to hold onto ) over time. they’re used to being alone.
dancing, particularly classical ballet, was their first love. they took their first class in tokyo when they were still very young, and they were good. when she was dancing, vik wasn’t someone else’s child, she was her own person, with her own passions. after their father’s death, their mother became despondent ( especially as the legal battle was lost ) and they needed to get away, so they used some of their talent and a lot of nepotism to audition for the paris opera’s ballet academy ( one of the best in the world. ) not that they’ll admit to the nepotism. from age 12-17 vik lived alone in paris, attending the academy and going by her mother’s maiden name ( bordelais ) in order to deny any connection to their father.
vik stopped dancing when she was 18, after she moved back in with her mother after her grandmother’s death ( without her, her mother would have been completely alone, so it was necessary, and repayment for the five years of freedom she had been afforded. ) but dancing remains their first, and currently only, love, and she still does it. just not under the eyes of any teacher.
their gender expression is hyper feminine ( lots of glitter and neon ) but this doesn’t mean they’re a woman. vik identifies as demigender ( specifically a demiwoman / demigirl ) and came to the realisation that she was not fully comfortable with her identity was a girl for the first time after her father’s death. they don’t particularly care to explain it more than “you can be feminine without being female.” anyone who comes into proximity of her is aware of her pronouns and identification.
they didn’t want to go to providence. when they were applying, they were disgusted by the enormous wealth and privilege that surrounded them ( nevermind how often she uses hers ) and found it repulsive. but providence was the best school and the easiest to bribe, and in the end, the college was very, very far from mexico city.
in their first semester, they mostly kept to themself, keeping their head down so no one would ask questions about who they were or where they came from. but in her second semester, vik started performing again: she had a third story window, a highly fuckable toned body, and she missed ballet. egged on enough times by partygoers struggling through snow or melt, they would take to their window, a silhouette of a person, smooth bare skin and mystery. performing became parties. parties became more parties. being a partygoer became being sol invictus’ child.
they’re in a constant state of reinvention. are they a good student, or just rich and the child of someone famous ? does she like the endless bacchanalia and orgiastic weekdays, or is it all she knows at this school ? what the fuck is vik going to do with themself after graduating with the degree they don’t care about ? don’t ask.
tldr no one understands what she’s doing, let alone her.
& they have a reputation as the person to go to for a party.
c o n n e c t i o n s ( q u i c k f i r e )
champagne prince(ss): someone vik parties with, possibly a procurer of illicit substances, they have a soft spot ( possibly romantic ) for them
twisted sibling: horribly toxic relationship that consists mostly of egging each other on and fucking each other up
cheat sheet: vik doesn’t like to study, so they’re her go-to “study partner.” aka, the person she bribes to help her ( aka.... write her papers for her )
invincible ? don’t know them: someone who’s a fan of vik’s father’s band / knows all the gossip and is intrigued by why it was like to grow up as sol’s child
no danes allowed: international kids club ? ( aside: idk what citizenship vik even has lol ? i just realised this ! )
p l o t s
cause of you, now my heart is so icy
( former lover / enemy / angst / pining / fuck it )
vik’s first real relationship, started at providence, probably in second year ? very intense, ended really, really badly ( think public shouting matches. ) occasionally, always, in moments of weakness, they miss this person immensely, and considering going back / taking them back. she doesn’t even remember why it ended in the first place, at this point. ( but some part of vik also knows it will end in the same fiery crash if they try again. )
this could also be platonic because losing friends ? painful.
gave me something to believe in
( member of or close to / fascinated by the sun’s chosen children cult )
for the most part, the cult that their mother is certain played a role in killing their father hasn’t played a role in vik’s life in years ( beside camille aaland’s refusal to say its name of the name of its leader. ) but new york is a big place, and the internet is strange and vast, so this plot involves someone who is a member of, or close to someone who is a member of, or is interested in the sun’s chosen children ( a “self help group” dedicated to spiritual healing and the abandonment of modern medicine, in actuality a cult. ) vik still carries a lot of resentment for what they did to her mother and some small part of them fears the chosen children. so living / partying / studying in close proximity to someone who is involved with them is probably not going to end well.
don’t search me in here, i’m already gone baby
( “perfect match” / counterpart / mystery )
someone vik is highly interested in ( platonically / romantically / sexually / whatever, 22 year olds are dumb ). they feel like every time they try to get close to this person, they slip away, which is something vik has a lot of practice doing herself. she doesn’t like it being turned back on her, and she’s starting to run out of patience for them.
... but not yet.
i ain’t ever gonna settle
( patron / private shows / throwing parties so one person will come / ideal / disaster in the making )
dancing is such a big part of vik’s life, and stopping their dance career may be one of the few things they actually regret. this person is vik’s “dance partner” and “patron”, someone who always encourages her to dance for / with them ( sometimes in private, wink, but as always this could be platonic ) and whose approval she craves for no reason she could name. they’re stumbling towards being dependent on this person, and it’s not going to end well, but for right now, it’s passionate and full of feelings and admiration and divine adoration.
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Tell me more about Victor and Graham. :3c
meet ‘n greet ( accepting! ) | @florabled
[ THE DAUGHTER OF A WOLF ]
1. Hugo was born out of an infidelity between a man of high standing and a woman of low birth. She was a third of his bastard children ; however, he was by no means a cruel man and genuinely loved the woman enough to care for her at his own home. Of course, the proper family wasn’t too fond of this ( and perfectly understandable ) so when he passed away during a round of severe illness, Hugo and her small family was thrown onto the street. Her mother, with no job, attempted to pick up prostitution to keep her family afloat, but died of disease within a matter of a year. By the time Hugo was six, starvation was an old friend ; to get by, she resorted to thieving, much to her other brothers’ chagrin. Eventually, in her vain attempt to steal from the stalls of the Notre-dame Cathedral, she got caught and was almost set to be punished before one of the clergymen made a case to adopt her and her siblings to be brought up knowing the Lord’s mercy. 2. Despite all the troubles in her life, Hugo is devoutly Catholic and resounds it all with an unshakable faith. She believes in God, but more importantly she believes in His Love, above all. In fact, she believes in it so much that one could say she believes God IS Love, and this can be shown in her own moral values of the world. She doesn’t hold to the exact same tenets as the Catholic faith in its entirety ; in her view, any pursuit of Love ( whether that be romantic, platonic, familial, or something bigger than one self like love of one’s faith or nation ) is a noble cause worthy to uphold. To feel Love or to have Love on any sort of level means you are on the path to which God intends for you to be on. As a result, she chooses to love the world and see all that which needs to be loved ; any sort of hatred or anger Hugo must feel will only be righteous in nature due to what she perceives as being a lack of Love. 3. Hugo is a justice - oriented spirit who’s not afraid to go above and beyond to achieve whatever sort of goodness she can bring. She believes in the wholeheartedness of Charity and Universal Love to the point where she would be willing to risk her life to see it be placed. She’s as kind to criminals as she is to innocents ; in fact, she loves sinners more than she loves saints. She’ll treat them with more ardent Charity to ensure they feel the same amount of graciousness as within her soul ; this isn’t to be the same as rehabilitation. Hugo thinks that knowing Love, whatever it may be, for even one second is better than travailing through the dark knowing only Cruelty. If she perceives any sort of injustice done by a perverse need to spread hatred, she’ll immediately fight back, and isn’t afraid above all to get physical in order to preserve what Love there is in the world. 4. For characters I can see her getting along with / interacting with : Kyouka ( Hugo has a soft spot for children, to the point where she spoils them and steals them food ), Firo ( maybe not fully in the long run, but they led similar lifestyles when they were young and have such different views now it’d be an interesting conversation ), Claire ( they’re both arrogant and overconfident, but Hugo’s a lot more like Maria so the relationship would mirror it ), Chikage ( these two seem like they’ll enjoy each other’s company for some reason ), and T.S. Eliot ( they’ve interacted a couple times before. Hugo’s brazen and more confident personality dragging Eliot along somewhere seems highly amusing to me ).
[ THE MAD MECHANIC ]
1. All here! 2. Graham has been dismantling things since he was a small child. It had gotten to the point where his parents would reprimand him, telling him that he shouldn’t take things apart without knowing how they would feel. After hearing this several times, Graham decided they were right … and proceeded to dislocate every bone in his body, in order to replicate being taken apart. His parents didn’t even know, until his mom heard him crying in the next room over. After this particular incident, having now known what it feels like to be dismantled, Graham proceeds to dismantle everything all the same. 3. Although he’s dangerous and rather violent, Graham won’t kill anyone. He states that taking a life fills him with an incredible amount of guilt, so he abstains from the practice. That being said, this isn’t really out of any good - will, and merely an act he just doesn’t find enjoyable. He’ll still be the kind of person to enjoy breaking every bone in your body, so you might as well wished he killed you anyway. 4. Graham only has interest in dismantling tangible objects ; anything else, such as bonds or emotions, something he can’t SEE or TOUCH, won’t elicit the same amount of enjoyment. Hency why he doesn’t take joy out of ending a human life. 5. Again, Graham’s a little hard to define in terms of people he’d get along with, but I think out of your muses he’d get along with Aoba ( Graham would find Aoba interesting, I think, just interesting ), Last Order ( her playful demeanor would inspire Graham’s own ; he seems to like cheerful people and i think she’d be capable of handling his insanity ), and Mii ( based off what i’ve heard of her, these two might hit it off given Graham’s love for impromptu monologues ; might inspire her a little, no? ). In terms of the Baccano! characters, Graham could easily get along with Firo ( albeit it’ll probably be one - sided ; “ a friend of boss ladd is a friend of mine! “ ) and seeing Graham interact with Maiza would be interesting, since I’ve never seen them interact in canon yet!
#the daughter of a wolf | hugo ; in character#the mad mechanic | graham ; in character#are you afraid of the good you might do? | hugo ; ask#what is it for the actions of men to be incomprehensible? | graham ; ask#// thanks for the ask!#// <3#// long post#// tbh these 2 you can throw at anyone and it'd be interesting
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absolutely unprompted guide to (most) my oc ships
do u ever get hit with a mood to shamelessly type out lists only one person (you yourself) care about??? this is it. organized by tiers bc idk how else
wholesome romance tier
jumie/reina (tag) my forever queens, invented true romance. ruler+most trusted warrior dynamic; mutual devotion till the end of time!!!
nashua/emile (tag) wholesome but cursed boyfriends. hermit goth falls in love w/ the sweetest demon imaginable. charm powers get in the way of kissing :(
leah/belle (tag) adorable childhood crush. two lonely girls find another and suddenly every day is brighter and there is a lot of laughter!!! mischievous little devils :3c
cait/raiu (tag) warrior couple. lonely girl who’s used to isolation ft. sunshine boy who tries too hard to make everyone happy
devon/avery (tag) dumb losers don’t know what love is. brooding boy who’s also the mom friend accidentally gives his heart to angry princess w/ a temper from hell. neither of them knows how to deal, slow burn af.
artemis/kizuna/sol (tag) dutiful hunter ft. a literal beast ft. bubbly queen. wild days at court & out hunting :>
jack/jumie (tag) can i offer physical threats of extreme violence into slow understanding into sexual ventures into heartfelt trauma talks?
hue/sinan (tag) local treasure hunter falls in love with a genius magician & together they travel the world to unearth all its loot secrets (mostly cool loot)
platonic death of me tier
lucie/avery (tag) found family ft. awful self-sabotage. ‘i will protect you no matter the cost. even if the cost is hurting you’ they have a lot to work thru but they’re!!! so good!!!
sky/jack (tag) strangers that want nothing to do with another to reluctant partners to ride-or-die friends that change each other’s lives for the better & maybe make a mutual kill promise. yknow. as friends do :/<
noah/leah/linn (tag) idiot prankster triangle!! easily frightened dragon ft. sunshine daughter that loves mayhem ft. a literal ghost
rest is under a cut due to content nature and length B)
fucky rivalry tier
reina/avery (tag) it’s like when u both have the same ex-boyfriend except said ex-boyfriend is a serpent god who forged a connection between u 2 that you cannot break & so now it’s just kind of awkward.
arianna/jumie (tag) friends with benefits who crash n burn when they’re together & have an awful flirty rivalry dedicated to one-upping the other on the dl whenever they’re not
spicy romance(?) tier
arianna/faye (tag) best wlw content out there, strongest aesthetic. heavily tattooed womanizer w/ bad manners+impressive cursing vocabulary meets cheeky morally grey schemer who makes her speechless for the first time in her life
jack/shina (tag) love at first sight in the way that gives a hard-on in pants and heart alike. hot nights with pre-programmed heartbreak
lucie/linn (tag) forbidden steamy makeouts between a prophet and the girl of her dreams who’s also a nightmare most of the time
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reina/faye (tag) ??????????? it’s not romantic and not platonic and somewhat spicy but on an emotional level ??????
bastard tier
linn/gray (tag) asshole immortals that live a hedonistic life second to none. would kill for another but also sometimes kill another it’s ?? #problematic
eliada/chess (tag) true bastards. information trader who’s horny on main for knowledge ft. compulsive liar that knows how to play others
what the fuck is wrong with you shame basement tier
reina/gray (tag) degrees of immortal assholery content. good ol degradation kinks. tfw you talk to the person u hate most & to ur shock realize they’re not as bad as u assumed. still yikes
linn/faye (tag) a bloody feud starts with moderate dismemberment and ends in [redacted][redacted][redacted] nsfw + trigger warnings attached. not for the faint-hearted
#a masterpost#there is a lot going on bc multishipping my ocs is absolutely a hell i enjoy#PLEASE KNOW THAT JUMIE/REINA MEAN THE WORLD TO ME THOUGH#everything else is incidental. tho im obviously strongly biased for some of these dynamics#idk how to talk abt ocs but i love to talk abt ocs so here is a list where i yell !!#shadowblogging#you could write me a callout post for half of these lmfao
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