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marauder!Sirius Black x fem!reader

(A/N 1, im american so i’ll prolly get alot of british slang wrong, or just call stuff by what americans say) ( A/N 2, this is kinda an au where Sirius doesn't move in with James and is stuck with the Black family. I had a lot of trouble figuring out what family to put the reader in that would fit my plot and I just ended up putting you in the nott family. I guess if you really wanna think about it (pls don't think too hard about it), your brother is the father of theo nott?) (A/N 3, check this out if anyone wants an explanation of why i've been gone from tumblr for so long)

Warnings: definitely angsty but with some sprinkles of fluff, lots of mentions of abuse (nothing graphic is shown, it's just described to have happened a lot in the past), this is an arranged marriage trope but not enemies to lovers trope, lots of misogyny (lately i've been feeling angry at the world and it's views of women so here is me trying to comfort myself. Sirius black is a woman lover fr). let me know if there is anything else i need to tag cuz this is my most serious fic yet

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(5.6k words)

Sirius Black. A name that's known by the majority of the Hogwarts population. And a face that is known (maybe a little too personally) by many wizards and witches at Hogwarts. But not to you.

You've only ever heard about the notorious Sirius black and the gang of hooligans called the Marauders. You've never got to meet any of them personally. You occasionally would see some of them around, but never Sirius. As a Slytherin, you often ran into his brother, Regulus, but you've never really talked to him either, only ever exchanging pleasantries.

It was actually kind of surprising that you've never talked to the Blacks before. You both came from pure blood, supremacist families and both you and Sirius were known to be a bit rebellious against your families (or just rebellious in general).

But none of that matters, when your parents force you to come home for the holidays and basically shatter your resolve.

At Hogwarts, away from the prying eyes of your family, you were most like yourself. Rebellious, outgoing, funny, and even kind. But under the roof of your family's expensive manor, you were nothing more than a quiet, obedient little girl, who's value was determined by whichever man was in charge of her. The perfect, pureblood daughter.

Just as your mother was and is, you are basically a slave to your own blood, specifically your brother and father. And as soon as you're married (arranged to a pure blood. no doubt, without your consent) you'll have to be an obedient little wife for your husband.

The perfect, doting, obedient, docile, pureblood wife. It was all a load of rubbish, you thought, but you would keep the facade up in order to keep the abuse at bay. You learned pretty early on that speaking up for yourself and speaking out of turn was not going to be tolerated.

You were silently eating dinner with your family. Your father and brother were quietly speaking about matters that even if you and your mother cared, neither of you would be allowed an opinion on.

“Honey, we’ll be having important guests for tomorrow's dinner. So make sure you look your absolute best,” your mother spoke to you. She gave you a sympathetic smile knowing the “show” you both would have to put on in front of guests.

“Okay. Am I allowed to know who these guests are?” you swallowed down your food. You were filled with nerves, thinking about what kind of important guests you were going to have.

Your mother bent down closer to your ear, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this-” she shot a quick look to your father to make sure he wasn’t listening, “but it’s the Black family. I’m not sure why they are coming. All I know is that it’s important business with one of their sons.”

You put your fork down on your plate, placing your hands down on your lap in front of you. You let your thoughts wander and only grew more worried. What kind of important business did one of the Black brothers have with your family? To help a little with your nerves, your mother placed a comforting hand on yours before going back to her meal.

The rest of your night was uneventful after that, until you went to bed. You stayed awake for longer than you should have, your mind way too loud to allow you to sleep. You ran through a list in your mind about the millions of different “important business” that the Black family could have with yours. But none of it made sense why they would eat dinner with us. Usually important business was settled in your father’s study, as it was improper for the ladies to be present.

Eventually, you were able to fall asleep and then the next day would start. You woke up late, which was extremely unappreciated by your brother, who was expecting his morning coffee like usual. You were promptly punished, not only by being woken up by him screaming at you, but also with a beating.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find an appropriate outfit for the dinner that would cover the red marks and newly forming bruises on your arms. Your mother lessened the pain of the marks a little during the day but there wasn’t much else that you could do.

Sometimes when you both sat and drank tea, you would often dream together about running away from all of this. The blood supremacy, controlling men, and just downright evil families. But those thoughts and dreams were quickly quelled when the sound of the men's voices could be heard, calling for the maids- I mean women.

Both you and your mom knew, these were only dreams. It was impossible for purebloods to leave the life that they were born into.

You and your mother waited in the foyer, waiting for the guests to arrive. Your dress was rubbing against the lashes on your skin, making you scratch your arms in irritation but soon stopped when your mothers hand landed on yours.

“You’ll only make it hurt worse. Plus, you know you can show any discomfort in front of the guests,” she said softly. She was trying her best to sound comforting but it only served to remind you of the show you both are forced to put on and the lives you’re stuck living.

A knock was heard and muscle memory forced wide, fake smiles onto both of your faces. Your mother opened the door and welcomed the Black family, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black. I hope you had safe travels here.”

As soon as they crossed the threshold, you were in front of them offering to take their coats. They handed them to you as Mrs. Black spoke, “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Nott.”

“My daughter will show you to the dining room while I finish up making dinner,” your mother informed before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.

After you finished hanging up Mr. and Mrs. Black’s coats, you finally had the chance to look at the two Black brothers. Being in his house, you immediately recognized Regulus, who gave you a tight smile. You then looked over to who you assumed was Sirius.

He certainly was as attractive as the girls at Hogwarts always seemed to make him seem. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He was looking toward the ground, still keeping his posture ramrod straight. He had the same look and body language as someone who had just been beaten for disobedience. A look you were familiar with.

Before anyone could get angry with you, you spoke up, respectfully, “If you would follow me, please.”

With your head down, you brought the family to the dining room. Your father and brother both stood up to shake hands with the Blacks. You stood behind your seat, waiting for the men to sit down first. Your father and Mr. Black sat down and engaged in conversation. You watched Regulus take the chair next to his father and looked to see where Sirius was. You were surprised to find him right next to you.

You backed up, unsure why he was standing there. Of course, you would give up your seat if he asked you to. But all he did was pull the chair out and motion for you to sit down. You sat down and thanked him as he pushed the chair in, “Thank you, young master Black.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw your father give a nod at your use of the title. Salazar, you sounded like a damned house elf. But that was the proper way you were to address him.

Sirius scrunched his nose at the title but gave you an understanding smile, “You’re welcome.”

He surprised you once more by taking the seat directly next to yours. You kept your mouth shut, knowing it was best to keep your curious thoughts to yourself, but you did shoot him a kind smile.

Dinner started without a hitch, conversation mostly being between Mr. Black and your father, your mother and Mrs. Black conversing a little bit with each other too. You, your brother, and both Black brothers mostly stayed silent and ate the meal.

Throughout the entire dinner, when nobody was looking, you had been rubbing at your irritated arm in discomfort. You don’t know how long Sirius had noticed but he grabbed your hand under the table just as you were going to bring it back up again. He continued to eat his meal with his other hand, looking like he wasn’t holding your hand under the table at the moment.

At your confused glance, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering, “I know what you’re doing. It’s just going to make it hurt more, the more you keep messing with it. Just squeeze my hand instead.”

He went back to eating, glancing around to find that no one noticed him whispering to you. You squeezed his hand a bit hard as you went back to eating too. Instead of wincing or doing anything to show discomfort, all he did was rub his thumb soothingly on yours.

The butterflies Sirius stirred up in you was enough to distract you from your irritating arm for the rest of the dinner.

“Now,” your father started, rubbing his napkin on his mouth and setting it down on the table, (the universal sign for “stop eating and listen to me”). “Mr. Black and I have recently come to an agreement.”

Sirius squeezed your hand in comfort as his father spoke up, “Seeing as Ms. Nott is the same age as my Sirius, we have arranged for the two of you to be married. It will be after the both of you graduate from Hogwarts.”

Those words echoed in your head as you looked up to the two fathers in shock. Your silverware clattered as it fell from your hand onto your plate. You must have been breaking the bones in Sirius’ hand, holding it as tight as you were.

Despite the fact that you knew it was a bad idea, your adrenaline forced you to speak up, “You can’t do that, father. You can’t just force me to marry someone that I just met.”

The tears in your eyes didn’t fall, years of “training” keeping them from falling.

Your brother gave you a harsh glare at your disrespect. Suddenly your father stood up, slamming his hands on the table. Staring straight at you, his commanding voice not loud but still thundering all the same, “I can, and I will. Do not forget your place in this family and this world. You will do as I say until you are married. Then you will be your husband’s to command.”

In a haste, you let go of Sirius’ hand, placing your hands on the table to stand up. Sirius, thinking quickly, kept you from getting up by grabbing your legs under the table. That didn’t stop your mouth from speaking harshly, “I am nobody’s to command or control.”

Before you could say anything more, your father reached across the table and slapped you across the face. You held your cheek in shock. He’s hit you before but never in front of guests. The entire table sat in shocked silence.

You looked down at your lap, willing your tears not to fall. You noticed Sirius’ hands clenched in his lap, he looked like he was shaking in anger, but his face had a practiced neutral expression. Regulus’ eyes were wide as he looked at you but had no other reaction at the scene that just transpired. The both of them knew not to speak up.

Your brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. You could just hear the thoughts in his head right now. Thank Salazar, someone put her in her place, his face screamed.

Your father sat down and looked towards Mr. Black, “I’m sorry for my daughter’s behavior. I hope you can forgive me for her impudence.”

Mr. Black simply waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s alright. I understand how women are.”

Picking up his whiskey glass, your father sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t put off the marriage to fix her. Maybe your son will be able to crack her.”

Mr. Black took a swig of his whiskey too, “We can only hope. If not, I can think of a curse that surely helped to fix up my Sirius.”

Sirius tensed up next to you. Your father had never used the Cruciatus Curse on you, but it was clear what Mr. Black was referring to and your father seemed to quite enjoy the idea. The two men simply laughed as if that curse wasn’t named an Unforgivable Curse. They laughed, as if your pain was nothing more than entertainment to them.

The dinner went back to normal for the two men and your brother, not noticing the tension felt between the rest of the group. This time, you grabbed Sirius’ hand under the table and rubbed it soothingly. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed your hand.

Losing your appetite, you spent the rest of the meal sitting in silence, holding hands with Sirius. Your thoughts ran completely wild. You were going to be married to him, for the rest of your life, and you had only spoken once. You didn’t even speak. He whispered to you and you listened. Thinking more about it, there are worse boys that you could have been forced to marry.

At Hogwarts, Sirius was known for being rebellious and against his family's traits and values. Salazar, the boy was sorted into Gryffindor, the opposite of his entire family. But what if that was just in the public eye. You didn’t know anything about Sirius except for what you’ve heard from others. For all you knew, the moment you and he were alone, he would revert back to his family’s pureblood values and abuse you just as most pureblood husbands did to their wives.

No, you quickly thought, stop it. You tried to think about the entire situation with a rational head. Throughout the entire dinner, he did nothing harsh towards you. He offered comfort when your arm was bothering you. He kept you from standing when you argued with your father (who knows how much worse the situation could have escalated if you actually, physically stood up to him). He did his best to offer you comfort without your families knowing it.

He’s not an abuser, you rationalized with yourself. You felt the way he tensed up at the mention of the Cruciatus Curse. He would not be like your father or your brother.

After dinner, you were sent straight up to your room. Before you were separated, Sirius softly spoke to you, “Don’t worry, darling.”

His smile reassured you by a fraction, as you got ready for bed. Maybe all of it won’t be so bad.

You didn’t see Sirius, or his family, at all the rest of the holidays. The next time you did see him was on the train back to Hogwarts. You were simply looking for an empty carriage to settle in, when you noticed Sirius coming towards you.

He grabbed your suitcase and brought it to what you presumed was the carriage he was going to be in. You simply followed him, shrinking under the glare that some of his fangirls were throwing your way.

Once the door was shut and you were alone, he finally spoke up, “So, how are you?”

You sat in the seat opposite of him. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took the safe option and responded, “I’m fine, master Black.”

He opened his mouth in shock, before quickly wiping the look from his face, he basically pleaded, “Please don’t call me that.”

“But-” you went to protest, but he cut you off.

“At least, don’t call me that when we aren’t near our families,” he dismissed what you were going to say. All you could do was stare at him. It really did seem he wasn’t like his family.

Growing embarrassed under your stare, he shyly spoke back up, “I hope you know that you can act like you normally do when you’re around me.”

You looked away from him, face flushing, “This is how I normally act.”

He leveled you with a look, “We both know that’s not true. I don’t know you well but I’m sure you have a number of choice words to call me.”

Seeing the amused smirk on his face, your facade broke. You slightly smirked right back at him, “I don’t have any words to call you… Our fathers on the other hand…”

Sirius’ smirk turned into an almost awestruck smile. Before he could say anything back at you, a gaggle of boys had burst into the carriage.

“Pads, you’ll never guess who sent me a letter during break,” James Potter excitedly said. He went to sit across from his friend only to just now notice you. You gave him a sweet smile.

“Who’s this?” James asked, sitting next to Sirius and throwing his arm around him.

Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin followed James into the carriage, taking their seats. Everyone gave you curious but welcoming looks.

Sirius gave you a look, which you nodded to.

“Put up a silencing charm. I’ve got a story to tell you,” Sirius replied, causing the boys to perk up.

The next hour or so was spent with Sirius explaining your arranged marriage to his group of friends. You were relatively silent, not yet comfortable talking to his friends. He left out the parts where you were abused and berated but didn’t spare the details of his own abuse. It seemed he was comfortable sharing what he goes through to his friends. And evidently you too, since you were there listening too.

This was how you found out that he knew about the betrothal before you did. Apparently, he found out just moments before going to the dinner. He tried to refuse his father (the same way you had, you noticed) and received a beating for his insubordination. That would explain the look he had when you first saw him.

You cringed a little, hearing that he was hit but he gave you a reassuring smile. His friends were also really kind and sympathetic to the entire situation. No wonder he seemed comfortable sharing his familial trauma with them, they were extremely supportive.

“Can they really do that?” James questioned, from next to Sirius.

You sighed and crossed your arms, “Unfortunately, yes. There isn’t anything that we can do to avoid it.”

Remus looked up thoughtfully, “Is it possible for you guys to run away from your families?”

You thought about it, “Hypothetically, we could run away from our families and the blood supremacy world, but it would be extremely difficult.”

Sirius spoke up, “Trust me, I’ve debated it my entire life. If we ran away from our families, no doubt we would be financially cut off from them.”

You added, “Not only would we have to somehow have enough money for a place to live, but we would also need to find a job, to keep the place to live. And trust me, families like ours have a lot of power in the wizard world. One word from them, and no one would want or be able to hire us.”

Peter muttered, “That’s horrible.”

Sirius sighed and slouched in his seat, “You’re telling me.”

“Thinking about it, Sirius, you need to put your womanizing ways away. A married man shouldn’t be parading around with any woman that gives him attention,” you added with a teasing smirk.

“You make me sound like a cheap whore,” Sirius replied with a pout.

“You’re not?” James was quick to rebuttal, causing you to laugh at the offended face Sirius gave the both of you. It didn’t take long for the entire group of you to dissolve into laughs and giggles.

Sirius smiled at you, teasingly, “Well how about you? I’m sure your long line of lovesick fools will end up sobbing at the news.”

You glared playfully at him, “I don’t know any lovesick fools. I actually swore off dating a long time ago so this doesn’t affect my love life at all.”

Remus looked at you in bewilderment, “Went from swearing off dating straight to marriage.”

“Quite the jump,” you simply offered in reply. “At least I’m stuck with Sirius and not some blood supremacist twat like my brother.”

“That is true,” Remus reasoned. “You could have been forced with someone who actually believes the rubbish their parents feed them.”

You felt comforted by Remus' words, confirming that Sirius wasn’t like both of your families.

The rest of the train ride was spent getting to know each other. It wasn’t hard to become friends with Sirius and his buddies. The longer you spent with them, the more comfortable you became with the idea of becoming Sirius’ wife. Don’t get me wrong. You still didn’t want to be forced to marry someone that you didn’t know or love, but you were comfortable knowing that he felt the exact same way.

Who knows? Maybe you could fall in love with Sirius the same way a plethora of other girls had.

The rest of your seventh year at Hogwarts went alright. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread that you and Sirius were to be married but for the most part, the gossip didn’t bother either of you that much. It’s not like the rumors were false, so what was the point in denying anything.

The only downside was the threats that a multitude of Sirius fangirls made in your direction. Nothing too serious has happened to you yet, but you knew soon enough that it would be too much for the wrong girl. Turns out, that time would come soon enough.

You were eating breakfast in the Great Hall, Regulus sitting across from you. Since he was to be your brother-in-law, the both of you became friends. You would also find out that he wasn’t like his parents either. He just wasn’t as outward of this fact as Sirius was. Watching what Sirius has put up with, he knew that he wasn’t brave enough to rebel and deal with the consequences.

Earlier in the week, a parcel came by owl for you. In it was a Black family heirloom, a wedding ring. You were told that you had to wear it from now on, even though you guys were still only engaged and not married. Of course, you didn’t argue, though.

You sat staring at the ring. On one hand, you hate what it symbolized. It was your own sick image of slave shackles that tied you down. On the other hand, “It really is quite pretty. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Sirius picked it out just for me.”

Regulus looked up at you as you spoke. He was confused for a moment until he noticed you glancing at the ring on your ring finger. He swallowed his toast and took a sip of his black coffee, “Well… I mean, it is charmed.”

You gave him a confused look, which only made him look back at you even more confused. His eyebrows raised, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” you questioned. You looked at the ring and tried to think of what kind of charm it could have been.

Regulus smirked back at you, “Well, Mrs. Black-” you glared at him, only making him smile harder at you, “-When the ring was first made for our grandmother's grandmother, or some other old bat, it was put under some kind of spell.

“It was always meant to be an heirloom and it was charmed to always look the way that the husband, the male with Black blood, wanted it to look. Hypothetically, it was supposed to be a symbol of great love because the husband should know what kind of ring their wife would like to wear. But with our family being the kind of family it is, it was mostly only ever worn as a symbol of possession.

“Rarely, did the husbands care enough about their wives to know what kind of ring they would like to wear,” Regulus finished his story. He was giving you an unreadable smile.

You stared back at him, your expression almost as unreadable as his, scoffing at him, “Well most jewelry is going to be pretty.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t that look like the perfect ring for you,” he smoothly replied.

You simply ignored him, finishing your breakfast. You did your best to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest at the thought that Sirius knew what your perfect ring would look like.

The ring on your finger only served as a reminder to all the girls at Hogwarts that you were to be Sirius’ wife, a fact that was not very well received by the female population. Before you had the ring, the most that would be thrown your way was dirty looks and glares, something you could easily handle. But as more and more people noticed the ring on your finger over the next week, the more serious it became.

You started to receive so much hate mail, that you started to only ever open up letters if they had the official Nott or Black seal. Most of the letters only said foul things to you. Not many people were aware of the arranged part of the marriage, mostly only pureblood Slytherins and Black’s friends knew about that, so a lot of the letters consisted of them berating you and wondering how you got the notorious Sirius Black to fall in love with you (A love potion being the most common guess. Because why would the perfect Sirius Black want to be with a nobody girl like you).

People really are dense these days. How could people possibly jump to any sort of conclusions when no one has ever seen you guys kiss… or even hold hands for that matter. The both of you were friends by now, of course. But that’s it. You guys didn’t just magically fall in love now that you are betrothed.

Well… one of you wasn’t in love. Over the course of getting to know Sirius more for the past few months, feelings did start to stir within you. But you always tried to squash them down as soon as you felt them. Which only made you hurt more.

You were going to get married… without your consent… to a guy that you’ve started to truly care for… despite the fact that he could never care for you the same way. It was all kind of sad, when you really thought about it.

You thought about how you were probably, inadvertently, just a symbol of his slavery to his family and their beliefs. Just as he was inadvertently a symbol of your slavery to your family and their beliefs.

But you were able to look past that. So maybe he would be able to look past it too and see the silver-lining to this whole thing.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you muttered a quicked Incendio at the pile of hate mail in front of you, burning it to ash. Slipping your wand back into your robes, you continued to eat your dinner in relative peace.

If only it could’ve stayed in peace. Two girls, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff that you didn’t even recognize, sat down on both of your sides. Your confusion was apparent, only widening the smirk on the two girls' faces.

Understanding what was going on, you rolled your eyes, “Do you guys need something?”

“What’s your secret?” the Ravenclaw girl inquired.

You simply continued to eat your food, unaffected by their intimidation. Dryly, you responded, “Whatever could you mean?”

The girls looked at you in disgust, before the Hufflepuff spoke up, “We want to know how you got someone as amazing as Sirius Black to fall for you. I can’t think of anything good about you.”

With another roll of your eyes (if you had a galleon for everytime you rolled your eyes because of these kinds of girls, you would be rich) you cooly replied, “Have you tried, having a personality? I’ve heard it does wonders in making people like you.”

Both girls huffed at your attitude before standing up. The Ravenclaw haughtily informed you, “You better watch your back, Nott. Wouldn’t want anyone to damage Sirius’ goods.”

Using her wand, the Hufflepuff spilled sticky juice all over you, leaving you floundering in shock. You sat for a second seething in anger, only growing more furious as the gross liquid seeped more into your clothes.

By now, most of the great hall was already watching what had happened but at the glare you threw at everyone, people were quick to go back to minding their business.

You got up quickly, making your way out of the Great Hall. You heard footsteps behind you and someone calling your name but you were too blind with rage to bother turning around to find out what they wanted. You had had enough of the girls in this school looking down at you for something that wasn’t any of their business.

You were almost to the girls washroom, when Sirius grabbed ahold of your arm. You quickly whipped around, seething, “What the hell do you want, Black?”

He faltered, unsure how to handle what was happening, “I saw what happened. Are you okay?”

You glared harshly at him, “Do I look okay to you?”

Gobsmacked, he hesitantly replied, “Well, what can I do?”

“Oh gee, Black,” you spit at him. “Maybe you could fix your fanclub who seems to think that I’m Satan incarnate herself.”

Your anger in the moment kept you from thinking rationally, you mocked, “Oh perfect Sirius Black. He’s so hot and amazing. How could a slag like you end up with a man like him?”

Sirius stood, shocked at your outburst but kept silent and let you continue to tear at him, “I’ve heard it all, Black. Your little group of fangirls are so deep into their delusions that they can’t even see that we aren’t in love. The only thing that they are capable of seeing is that I’ll be your wife, consensual or not.

“Those girls don’t even realize the pain it brings me that I’m forced to do this. Those girls don’t see the pain my family has put me in, time and time again. Those girls don’t see the pain they cause me with their vitriolic jealousy,” You finished your rant off, poking at his chest with each sentence. Breathing deeply after explaining how this all made you feel, you watched as he processed everything you said.

He seemed unsure of how to continue, until anger and what looked like insecurity started to cover his face. He moved your hand away (very lightly, you noticed) and started to step towards you as he raised his voice back at you, “Well what do you expect me to do about literally anything about this situation. I’m sorry that having to marry me is the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

“Sirius,” you sighed, regretfully.

But he was quick to continue before you could, “No, you got to tear me out, so now it’s my turn. Trust me, this hurts me too. I know how horrible our families and their rubbish traditions are. You are just as familiar with the abuse as I am, meaning that you know just as well as I do, that there isn’t anything that either of us can do against this.”

He took a step back and a deep, calming breath. He looked at you with an expression that was unreadable, “I wish there was something, anything, that I could do to help us feel less trapped but there’s nothing to do.”

You took a step closer to him, “Nothing about you, is the worst thing to ever happen to me. Really, if anything, you’re the best thing to happen to me. It’s because of you, that I feel less alone.”

At your admission, Sirius let out a breath of relief, as if you just lifted the world off of his shoulders. Was he really that worried about being a burden to you? You spoke up again, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. None of this is your fault and I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you.”

Sirius sighed, muttering the scourgify charm. The sticky juice was instantly cleaned off you and you already felt a little bit better.

Sirius grabbed your hand, holding it in both of his, “It’s alright. I understand what you’re going through. But we can get through this together.”

“You’re right,” you responded with a soft cry. You fell into his chest and softly cried out your frustrations. Sirius stood there, soothing you as best as he could, unwilling to let you out of his embrace.

“How about tonight, you meet me in the astronomy tower? We can do whatever, it doesn’t matter what. We can just hang out and forget about our families for once,” Sirius offered. He still had his arms around you in comfort.

Once your sniffles subsided, you hugged him just a little bit tighter, “That sounds amazing, Sirius.”

(A/N, I was thinking of doing a part 2 if you guys are interested. I was thinking it would be after the marriage but you guys still dance around the feelings you have for eachother. maybe you guys find a way to run away together too. i dont really know, yall let me know what you think)

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imtryingbuck · 14 days

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Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 726

Warnings: angst? forced marriage. Bucky's dads the worst.

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Of course Bucky has thought about marriage, dreamt about coming home after a long day at work to his wife cooking dinner or happily playing with the kids, slow dancing with her throughout the house whilst the children are tucked in bed. Sharing his dreams, fears, stories and life with his other half, a wife who he can spoil with gifts and love.

A wife he can hold during the night.

Another dream he's always had, having children, he's not picky about the gender (not like he can control it) as long as they are healthy, and he's happy to have as many as his wife wants.

So yes Bucky has thought about marriage.

The dream of having a wife will be coming true sooner than he anticipated however being forced to marry a complete stranger is something he's very against, all he's ever wanted was to marry for love.

He's furious and feels betrayed by his father who just told him he has to marry one of the daughters of another mafia boss, that in marrying her it will secure an alliance.

Michael Murdock who's notoriously known for being ruthless and cunning. A man who happily gets his hands bloody, a man who rules his empire with an iron fist. From what Bucky knows of the man's family is that he has a wife Eliza and from what he's heard is that she's just as bad as her husband. They have two sons Brandon and Matt, and four daughters Carla, Olivia, Marie and Lucy.

Then there's Theodora, the daughter that he had with a mistress who died after the baby was born. However no one has ever seen her or even heard about her, most people think she's a myth. A story that gossipers had made up to keep people entertained.

The thought of being married to one of Michaels daughters made him feel physically sick. He had seen photos of them in magazines or on the internet of their latest trip to the plastic surgeon, or of their lifestyles.

Don't get him wrong he lives a lavish life but has never once flaunted it and he likes his women more natural.

The idea of being married into the Murdock family and having Michael as his father in law makes his skin crawl despite his father telling him that he'd always be protected.

Reluctantly getting into the car, muttering under his breath as he goes.

"James you need this, you've taken over the business now and you need a wife by your side. Stop acting like a child" his father George speaks from the other side of the Range Rover.

"I don't know her. She's not even going to want this."

"It doesn't matter what she wants son, you are the man of this marriage. Marry her, keep her wallet full, and have your mistresses and if she steps out of line just smack her back into place" he chuckles as he continues to text on his phone.

Instead of responding Bucky pushes himself further into the leather seat.

As the car pulls up to a huge manor that sits behind large steel fences, the double gates have an 'M' on each sides. Bucky notices that there are many high branded, expensive cars all lined neatly on the grey stone gravel. There's a marbled fountain in the middle that had neatly placed flowers circling around it.

The last time Bucky was nervous was when he was nineteen, it was he first official meeting he was holding on his own. No matter what situation he found himself in he was always calm and confident, but still sitting inside the warm, matte black Range Rover he's doing everything in his power not to be sick.

"Dad is this really necessary?" He tries, he knows it himself that it's pointless but he's still going to try.

"I swear you should have been born a girl with how much you bitch and moan."

"But dad this is my lif-"

"Stop crying it's your wedding day" George smiles sarcastically as the car comes to a stop in front of the many steps.

Bucky, his father and bodyguards are lead up the steps and into the high ceiling hallway, their greeted by Michael, who's standing there with a large grin on his aging face.

"Welcome to my home and family".

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pacific-rimbaud · 2 years

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Nightlight

Pairing: Theo Nott x Harry Potter

Rated T

1,000 words

Tags: angst, major character death, loss of partner, child birth, surrogacy

Chaos wheel prompt: Theo x Harry, “one of them is a ghost” ~1000 words, written in ~80 minutes I’ve died and nearly died so often that in the end, my soul snaps easily from my body, like a piece of metal that’s been bent in the same place one too many times. I move out and away from myself, and with great curiosity turn around and watch Robards. Wand out, shouting, kneeling on my glasses, he works frantically to restart my heart.The light comes for me, then. Would it hurt if I told you how desperately I’d waited for it? It couldn’t possibly; I know that you knew. What I’ll tell you instead is that when the light came, and I felt James and Lily and Sirius and the rest waiting to receive me inside it, I flew away into the dark, to find you.

You’re asleep in our bed with the light still on, your glasses on the bedside table beside an open book. It’s your bare face that brings me to my knees. It’s a small nakedness that belongs to me, or to the dark and quiet that belongs to us, when you pull at the arm of my glasses and then your own before you kiss me. Past your quips and your sarcasm, you were always so private. I never wanted anything more than I wanted the privacy we kept, the privilege of being behind your closed door. It should be dark. I swipe at the too-bright lamp, and only succeed in knocking your glasses to the floor.

Someone pounds on our front door. You sit up and rub your eyes, and I’ve never hated anyone more. It’s Malfoy. I savor the familiarity of despising his face before I’m forced to love him, the way he follows you to the floor and contains you in your wet animal grief. You make a flayed, feral, sound, like a living thing being torn apart. Once, and then again, my hands pass through your hair, and Malfoy weeps.

They come in shifts, so you’re never alone, and I almost forgive them for loving you before I had the chance.

Shall I turn off the light, Pansy asks. She shifts your untouched tray to her hip, and feels your forehead like you’re a child.

You shake your head. I leave it on, you begin, but you curl into yourself on my side of the bed, and cry. I leave it on, you say again, once you’re fully spent and more than halfway to sleep. It stays on until he comes home.

The light opens for me, and opens again. I duck around the corner like a coward, Theo. I choose you and the dark every time.

Malfoy eulogizes me. If I had any breath left to me, I’d laugh at the irony. You’re devastating to look at in grief, translucent and bruised and beautiful, and if Pansy shivers when I fold my weightless hands around hers where they’re folded over yours, I don’t care.

Harry was more than a hero, says Malfoy. He was a precious friend. Earnest self-inclusion throbs in Malfoy’s throat. A beloved husband. An expectant father.

Pansy’s knuckles go white around your hands, as white as mine, or the clustered lilies choking the room with a scent I can only imagine.

Three months later, the stranger arrives on time, like nothing’s happened.

I’ve done this three times, Pansy growls, breathing through her pursed lips and shrugging her shoulder out from under your hand. Neville’s babies aren’t small.

She and our son part ways peacefully, her humming a low mantra of obscenities, him with a pathetic whimper and a head full of slick black curls. His mouth is yours, and his eyes are mine. He is entirely his own. My heart breaks irreparably in witness of each astonishing miniature pink finger wrapped in a fist around your pale fingertip. Pansy sleeps, and the baby sleeps, and you cry very quietly, so you don’t wake the woman or the unpayable favor she’s done us. The light insists on me, then, bright and warm and cruel. I hook my fingertip through yours. I choose the dark and the little breath. I choose the shock of black hair and your naked face. I choose your wrinkled shirt pocket and the reflection of the dark room in your glasses where they hang from it.

They come in shifts, so you’re never alone, and I almost forgive them for loving you when I no longer can.

He looks just like Harry, Hermione insists, our son laid out along her thighs.

Draco assesses the baby clinically, chin resting on her shoulder. Saying it doesn’t make it true.

I join you in the kitchen and watch you make the tea. If I think my warmest thoughts, I can hook my arms around you without making you cold. They’re of you, you know: your shrewd and calculating expression when I first moved to kiss you; the way your expression crumbled behind that kiss; the heat of you in my hand; your embarrassment at how fast you came; the easiness of our first night, and how much easier it has felt every night after; your glasses laid next to mine on the bedside table; your nakedness and mine; your bare face in my hands.

That first night in your bed, I kissed your eyelids, weighted them shut with two wet impressions of my used up mouth, tokens of the ache you’d minted inside me.

I swear to you that as fiercely as I loved you then, I never really loved you before I stood beside our half-empty bed as you kissed coins of devotion onto the eyelids of our son. He is you and me and himself, but mostly you, truthfully, except my eyes.

The light pulls on me. You know I’ve wanted it. But as hard as it insists, I prefer our privacy, and our dark. I think my warmest thoughts, and hold on to you. Your face is bare, and I can’t leave it yet. I think solidly, and push your glasses away from the table’s edge. I’ll wait, and when you're asleep, I’ll turn out the light for you.

#wheel of doom #chaos wheel #microfiction #fast fiction #nottpott #harry potter #Theo Nott #cw: major character death #major character death #cw: child birth #child birth #angst

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sweet-demiboi · 3 years

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Request rules:

I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Requests are CLOSED RN

NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.

Who I write for:

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Warren Worthington III

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Bucky Barnes

Sylvie Laufeysdottir

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Zendaya

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Dylan O'Brien

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Ben Hardy

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Sirius Black (young)

Remus Lupin (young)

James Potter (young)

Lily Evans (young)

Regulus Black (young)

+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus

Maze runner:

Newt

Thomas

Brenda

+ Poly: Newtmas

The hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield <3

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Thranduil

+ Poly: Bagginshield

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn

Arwen

+ Poly: Aralas

The witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Ciri

+ Poly: Geraskier

Helluva boss:

Stolas

Blitzo

+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks <3

Benji Campbell

Hawaii Five-O:

Steve McGarrett

Danny Williams

Tani Rey

Shadowhunters:

Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Jace Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy

Merlin:

Arthur Pendragon

Sir Gwaine

Merlin

+ Poly: Merthur

Chronicles of Narnia:

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

The goldfinch:

Boris Pavlikovsky

+ Poly: Boris x Theo

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

+ Poly: Mungrove

Wednesday:

Enid Sinclair

Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:

Roger Taylor

Brian May

Gwilym Lee!Brian May

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

+ Poly: Brian x Roger

6 Underground:

Billy/Four

Masterlist

The hobbit:

Thorin

Thorin with an introverted boyfriend

Thorin with a jealous boyfriend

Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend

Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse

Love at first sight

Arachnophobia is a bitch

Thorin with an angel boyfriend

Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Studying with Peter

Loki

Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader

Soft sex with Bottom!Loki

Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise

Little chat #1

Bucky Barnes

Wholesome smut

Thor

Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom

Mixed

Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Little chat #3

Little chat #4

Little chat #5

Helluva boss:

Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks:

Being Mia's girlfriend

Shadowhunters:

Magnus Bane:

Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay

Alec Lightwood:

Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader

Merlin:

Sir Gwaine:

Little chat #1

Night activities

Candy hearts

(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny

Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)

Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut

Marauders:

Everyone:

Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove:

tease

smoking together for the first time

Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3

Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil

Making out with Billy

Fucking Billy after pe class

Eddie Munson:

giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool

Queen:

Roger Taylor:

you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)

Sir Brian May:

Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)

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rosemoncherie · 19 days

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tears in the club: [COMING SOON]

pairing: eddie horniman x oc!thandie manuel

genre: mafia romance x the gentlemen series au [usage of universe characters, different storyline]

main content warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, slow burn, angst, gun violence, physical violence, drug trafficking, familial abuse, sexual content.

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF DARK THEMES SO PLEASE READ CHAPTER WARNINGS BEFORE ENGAGING.

summary: “A pretty cage is still a cage.” Thandie remembered her mother saying to her. Oh how right those words were.

The Manuel’s had been a powerful family within the borders of northern Harbrooke, the second largest city in the United Kingdom. They had willed their power over their underground empire with an iron fist for many decades. Their influence inching across the rest of the city due to trusted ally-ships and peace treaties to end the generations of violence.

All was well until one man got greedy for more. That selfishness upended Thandie’s life and left her with the feelings of longing for freedom and vengeance.

In her quest for justice, Thandie found an unfathomable ally in the most of unconventional place …

A story of love, music and violence …

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#rosemoncherie #tears in the club series #the gentlemen series #the gentlemen fanfic #eddie horniman x black reader #mafia romance #eddie horniman fanfiction #theo james x black woman #theo james x black!reader #theo james x black reader #eddie horniman x black oc #the gentlemen fanfiction #eddie horniman #theo james

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charliedawn · 3 years

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Hi, I take requests. If some people are interested. I would be happy to hear your ideas and give them life. So, don't hesitate to ask. 😇 I do imagines, one shots and fanfics of all kinds.

Here are the Fandoms I am a part of and I can write on:

- Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Allison Argent

Chris Argent

Malia Tate

Lydia Martin

Jackson

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

- Game of Thrones

John Snow

Daenerys Targaryen

Jorah Mormont

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark

Brienne of Tarth

Jaime Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Theon Greyjoy

Petyr Baelish

Sandor Clegane

- Divergente

Tris

Four

Peter

Caleb Prior

Eric

- The Witcher

Geralt of Riviera

Jaskier

Yennefer

- Grimm

Nick Burkhardt

Juliette Silverton

Eddy Monroe

Rosalee Calvert

Adalind Schade

Sean Renard

Black Claw

- The Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Charlie

Husk

Niffty

Sir Pentious

- Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jane

Aro

Caius

Marcus

- Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Rick Grimes

Maggie Greene

Beth Greene

Negan

Dwight

Juanita

Mercer

Morgan Jones

Gabriel Stokes

Aaron

Alpha

Beta

Ezekiel

Carol

- Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

James (Bucky) Barnes

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Stephen Strange

Clint Barton

Natasha

Thor

Loki

Carol Danvers

Deadpool

Moon Knight

Khonshu

The X-Men

- Justice League

Batman

Superman

Wonder Woman

Aquaman

Cyborg

The Flash

Green Lantern

- Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

Isabela Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

- Undertale

Sans

Papyrus

Toriel

Asgore

Chara

Frisk

Flowey

Asriel

Alphys

Undyne

Mettaton

Muffet

Grillby

Gaster

- Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Wendy

Stan Pines

Ford Pines

Bill Cipher

- Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Padme Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Poe Dameron

Kylo Ren

Rey

Armitage Hux

Finn

Rose Tico

Captain Phasma

Ahsoka Tano

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

- Lost

James Ford

John Locke

Kate Austen

Jack Shephard

Sayid Jarrah

Charlie Pace

Benjamin Linus

Desmond Hume

- Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

James Potter

Lily Potter

Luna Lovegood

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

The Weasley Twins

Percy Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Nymphadora Tonks

- Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Caesar Flickerman

Effie Trinket

Haymitch Abernathy

- My Hero Academia

All Might/Toshinori

Eraserhead/Aizawa

Present Mic

Hawks

Hitoshi Shinso

Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Himiko Toga

Kurogiri

Twice

Ochako Ururaka

Izuku Midorya

Eijiro Kirishima

Katsuki Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki

Tsuyu Asui

Momo Yaoyorozu

Kyouka Jirou

Denki Kaminari

Toru Hagakure

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tenya Iida

Hanta Sero

Mei Hatsume

Mezou Shouji

- Naruto

Naruto

Sasuke

Sakura

Kakashi

Itachi

Obito

Orochimaru

Rock Lee

Tsunade

- Izombie

Blaine Debeers

Olivia Moore

Peyton Charles

Clive Babineaux

Ravi Chakrabati

- Sherlock Holmes (BBC series)

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

John Watson

Enola Holmes

- Once upon a time

Regina

Emma Swan

Mary-Margaret (Snow White)

Prince Charming

Killian Jones

M. Gold (Rumplestiltskin)

Belle

Zelena

Ruby

Jefferson

Archibald

Viktor Frankenstein

- Shadow and Bone

Kaz Brekker

Alina Starkov

General Kirigan (The Darkling)

Matthias

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

Malyen

- Rise of the Guardians

Jack Frost

Pitch Black

Tooth Fairy

Sandman

Santa Klaus

Easter Bunny

- All of Hayao Miyazaki's animes

- It (both generations) and other horror movies

Michael Myers (RZ)

Freddy Krueger

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Norman Bates

Hannibal Lecter

Jack Torrance

Penny (2017)

Pennywise (1990)

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imtryingbuck · 10 days

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“Wedding” Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 1,456

Warnings: angst. Michael being gross. swearing.

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Michael greets George with a firm handshake, giving a Bucky a nod. "Come on then let's introduce you to my family and your soon to be wife".

Walking into the spacious living room stood his wife and all six children. Brandon's face held a smirk whilst Matts was glum. The girls stood there in designer clothes and high end makeup brands coating their faces.

Bucky had to forcefully stop himself to not grimace when one of Michaels daughters puffs out her chest, her brown eyes met his blue ones glancing at her chest back to his eyes.

His eyes shifts throughout the cold room despite the well decorated, warm themed living room, in the far right corner of room stood a few of Michaels men who when they notice his eyes on them they flash their guns at him and next to them a woman, a woman whose head was casted downwards with her slender hands clasped together resting on her lower stomach. Her short brown hair curtained her face from his view.

He doesn't know why but he was truly intrigued by her.

"Eliza you already know George" Michael says as his hands George a glass of whiskey.

"Yes, it's so good to see you again. And this must be your son, nice to meet you"

"Nice to mee-"

"Oh George where's your very lovely wife?" Eliza cuts Bucky off, Bucky tries not to roll his eyes at his father and Eliza. He's also convinced that they've already slept together, which definitely doesn't surprise him.

"She'll be arriving shortly with his people" nodding his head in Bucky's direction.

"Fabul-"

"Enough Eliza, let's introduce our soon to be son in law to his new wife" Michael interrupts much to Bucky's relief.

His daughters smile at each other, pulling their shirts/dresses down to show more cleavage, Olivia fiddles with her hair and bats her eyelashes at Bucky.

"Girls come here darlings" Eliza says waving her daughters over.

"That's not necessary as he will be marrying Theodora"

Halting his daughters and wife who all looks at him with wide eyes. "Michael don't be silly, he can't marry her"

Not listening to her he pulls out a cigarette out of a silver case. "Theo come here". His voice suddenly turns colder than before.

The woman who caught Bucky's eye moves away from the wall and scurries over to where they're stood, her head still casted down and hands still clasped in front of her.

"Bucky meet your wife"

He doesn't see much of her face even now that she's closer to him, her face still being covered by her hair.

He's not given the chance to say anything to her as Michael whispers something in her ear, she gives him a nod and she's scurrying out of the room.

"The wedding will be held here in an hour, come let's get you changed sweetheart" and with that Michael and Eliza are walking out of the room. To say that Bucky was confused was an understatement of the century.

"Da-"

"Come on son you need to get your suit on" George says with a grin.

Their 'wedding' is just him - dressed in a Armani three piece black suit, his parents, her parents, his friends who were all dressed for the occasion and his fiancé - who was just wearing leggings and long jumper. Bucky couldn't lie, he was slightly disappointed that his soon to be wife wasn't wearing a wedding dress, even if this was an arranged marriage.

It was held in one of the many spare rooms in Michaels home. No decorations or any indication that two people were being joined together in marriage. Another pathetic pang of disappointment Bucky felt in his heart.

The pastor looked at Bucky and asked him if he took Theodora as his wife, saying 'I do' burned his lips as the words slipped out. Then the pastor shot Theodora a look asking her if she took James as her husband - he heard the slight rasp in her voice as she said 'I do’.

They were pronounced as man and wife.

And that was it.

No other words were spoken from the pastor. No 'you may kiss the bride' not that Bucky wanted to - he thought it would have been a bit too much to say he doesn't even know her. There was no exchange of rings. Nothing. The only people who looked happy about this marriage was George and Michael. Winnie's smile was forced as she looked up at her only son.

As everyone was leaving the room Bucky noticed his now wife still standing there, before he could say or do anything he was ushered out of the room and down a hallway before coming to a stop in front of double wooden doors.

The room was huge, large windows letting in the evening natural light. Tables covered in silky white cloths, a long table sat on the right side of the room with chairs on one side. The room was filled with many people that Bucky didn't know, the few he did, smiled at him.

Looking towards Steve with a questioning expression, Steve shakes his head in confusion.

Michael puts a heavy hand on Bucky's shoulder and pushes him towards the long table, gaining everyone's attention when he clinks a knife to the side of a glass.

"I welcome a new son in law on this fine evening, he's my family now so no one causes any trouble for this young man or you'll be dealing with me!" His booming voice nearly deafens Bucky. "Now eat, drink and have a fucking good time!"

As the cheers died down Bucky asks "where's Theodora?"

"Call her Theo and she's just getting ready, don't worry son"

Drink after drink is placed into his hands, he was getting annoyed with all the people smacking him on his shoulders as they congratulated him on his marriage.

As he sits there with Steve and Sam near him Michael makes his way over to the trio "James you're married to my bastard. Now what that means is you can fuck any of my daughters, just don't get them pregnant!" Laughing hard like he's just heard the funniest joke "oh cheer up it's a celebration" he turns on his heels and walks away. Leaving the three men shocked.

"He-No. Surely not right? He didn't just say that did he?" Sam questions.

"That's vile Buck" Steve grimaced still staring at Michael’s retreating form.

"I know" blue eyes roam around the room searching for Theo, when he comes up empty he sighs. "I really don't like this guys. I can't even see Theo"

"Have you asked Michael" Steve speaks as he puts his glass down.

"He said she was getting ready" checking his watch "nearly two hours ago"

"She'll be here soon I guess" Sam wonders out loud.

The evening sky had long turned dark, the rain was beating off the windows in a relaxing way. Bucky felt terrible when he realised that his wife still hadn't made an appearance, so lost in the people still congratulating him and some men trying to talk business he didn't notice she still wasn't there. It wasn't until Nat said something.

"Where's the wife?"

"I don't know"

"No one's even spoke her name the whole time I was walking around"

When one of the maids comes over to remove the plates Bucky gets her attention. "Excuse me, do you know where Theo is?"

"She's been taken to your home Sir" the older woman speaks.

"Huh? When?"

"After you married her Sir"

"I was told she was getting ready"

"Yes Sir. Getting ready to move her things to your home Sir"

Abruptly standing Bucky made his way to the door when a hand stopped him.

"Hi" it's Lucy.

"I have to go"

"Daddy said I can spend the night with you" batting her false eyelashes. "You know, to consummate your marriage with the bastard".

"Get your hand off me"

"Don't be like that. Guys have told me I'm the best they've ever had" she says with pride lacing her words.

Looking her up and down "I like my women natural, thank you. Now get your hand off me".

When her hand finally leaves his arm he continues his way through the doors where Steve waits.

"Sam's getting the car, whatever you said to that girl she didn't like it. If looks could kill you'd be six feet under" Steve chuckles.

"She said Michael told her she could spend the night with me to consummate my marriage with Theo, well she called her the bastard" trailing off as the front door is opened, the rain hitting both men full force.

Tags: @sapphirebarnes @bellabarnes1378

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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Requested by @violentvaleska

So guys, here's part 5!!

Credit gif: @jokersbabe27

Jerome x female reader (part 5)

Warnings: mentions of violence and murder, depression

Word count: 3378

*Later that day at the charity*

"Already excited for my show, doll?" Jerome grinned through his magician costume. you hated that costume. It hid Jerome's beautiful face with a shitty beard, his hairs were under a stupid wig and a black cylinder. And that tuxedo...gosh, you hated it thought not as much as the wig or the fake beard. The worst on it was his name...'Rodolfo'. You were disgusted by that name.

No magician in that universe would ever call himself like that! It sounds so ridiculous!

"Of course! Though I already know you'll be amazing as always." You smirked pressing a kiss on his cheek "Give them the best show they've ever seen!"

"That ain't be a problem for me" Jerome grinned "Even Hundini wouldn't have seen such a great show." You giggled at his comment.

"Without further ado, please allow me to present you the Great Rodolfo!" Immediately, Jerome walked on stage, everyone was applauding - even you. You were excited for how he was acting as a magician. Of course, you knew he was doing it well anyway. Jerome was professional. He could play every role in this Earth perfectly!

"Ha! Greetings ladies and germs," Jerome walked on stage "I am indeed the Great Rodolfo! Please ogle my lovely assistant. Ohh, for my first act, I'll require a volunteer. Let me see. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose!" Jerome pointed at Bruce Wayne, the richest orphan in Gotham that was hated by every villain - really, everyone wanted to kill him.

"Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" You heard Jerome saying after she went out to the crowd to bring him back.

"Bruce." The boy responded.

"Bruce! Well, Bruce. This won't hurt a bit." He clapped two great blades together "Is there a doctor in the house?"

Jerome sticked one of the blades in the box along with the other one. The audience gasped, them applauded him.

While watching you were astonished about Jerome's well, acting. Nobody noticed it was him. Neither Bruce nor the other guests recognized anything. Almost unbelievable for you.

"Some people say Bruce has a split personality." Jerome laughed loud while Barbara brought the little kid back to his actual place "For my next illusion, I'd like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Major Harrison Kane."

Barbara pushed a rolling table, covered with a tarp, forward that it stood in front of Jerome. She pulled the tarp back and you could see any kind of knives laying down there. You were thinking about what was coming next. Is Jerome still playing with him or is he about to kill that guy?

Barbara bended down making the others noticed the next illusion was incoming. But a mistake happened, her mask fell down.

They're fucked!! You thought panicking. If anyone of the guests recognized them, they all would have a big problem. People would call the police, others die, the police finds you and eventually become informed about Theo, as well.

But Barbara kept being professional. Nobody made a move to start panicking or to call the police. Everything stayed normal.

"By the way, nobody is getting out here alive." At first the crowd laughed because they thought he was just joking - of course, he did not. Jerome killed the Deputy and the gunfire started. People were screaming and hiding in hope they weren't the next victim.

You flinched a little in surprise, although you might have expected it. Who would Jerome not kill expect you? He killed his mother, now the Deputy Major...it was just a matter of time to see who was his next victim.

For you, that all was pretty exciting, but also a big feeling of unpleasantness came over you. This situation reminded you of the day Jerome kidnapped you. You had flashbacks. You fear, you uncomfortableness, the nervousness, the wish to go home...everything came back - you knew best how the victims felt right now, and.

And as the last time, something told you that this situation wouldn't turn out well.

You wanted to be with Jerome right now. You just wanted to hug him, you wouldn't care whether he liked it or not, you just needed it.

But you couldn't go to him. You promised him to stay backstage to watch his marvellous show. And you knew, as everyone else knew what would happen if you broke the promise. His mood would change again and you needed to see whether it would turn out well for you or not.

You just stared at your lover. Finally he took the cylinder from his head as the wig, his black mask and the beard. Finally he presented himself again. You couldn't help but smile. You saw him being excited, being happy. He was the star in the show as he was the boss. You loved to see this: him standing there calm and managing everything while around him was pure chaos.

He was so professional you thought.

Out of nowhere, another woman was brought on stage, it was Lee Tompkins.

She was handhuffed, her gaze expressed fear and panicking.

They probably have taken her from behind as she was about to call the cops to tell what was going on.

You saw Jerome gazing at her with a smile - immediately, you hated her. You hated how you Jerome looked at her, how he smiled at her. It looked the same as every time he was smiling at you.

"Hey, darling" You felt shivers down your spine and jealousy came over you as he said that, you hated when Jerome was acting kinda flirty with other women. You always got the feeling they'd be much better than you but you also that your thoughts are wrong "I need to borrow your phone for a moment. We wanna tell Jimbo how the show's going on, don't we?"

And so he called him:

"Sorry Jimbo, it's just little old me!" He said nothing for a moment, then "Are you outside? You are, aren't you?" He cackled" Oh, goody!"

"Breathe, James. I haven't touched a hair on your girlfriend's pretty head." See for yourself. This is live television after all." You heard Jerome laughing after he responded to 'Jimbo'.

Then Jerome and Barbara tied Lee up on that big wheel pretending to shoot her head. It was all to entertain the crowd, to make them love. No one loved though - besides you. You loved their show. It entertained you and you loved to see your lover in action.

"True, but not the point. Hey, let's talk about what I want." Jerome walked down the stage closer to the camera "$47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang's be careful, the man is a crook, and mm, I don't know, a pony. Uh, you got ten minutes or I start killing people. Remember this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, don't let people die. Bye!" Jerome laughed into the phone as he hung up "I think that went well." Jerome looked at you giving you a wink with a smile.

"Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave!" You suddenly heard Theo yelling from the other side of the stage. You were confused. What was he doing here? He told them to do this! Or did this still belong to the show?

"Is that right?" Jerome asked with a smirk.

"It may be presumptuous to speak for all citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You're a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough man, for God's sake, enough!"

You were even more confused about Galavan's words. Something was in the bush. In his tower he spoke in high claims of Jerome that he was the star in the show, that he trusted Jerome most that he'll do it. What was wrong now?

"I'm curious what your leverage is here, Mr.?"

"Theo Galavan"

"Well, Mr. Theo Galavan, if you don't sit down, uh, I'm gonna shoot you. In your face."

"I know there is some human decency left in you. If you need a hostage, take me. But let these people go home! To their families, to their children." Before Theo could continue his speech, Barbara knocked him out with a some kind of pan. You giggled for yourself, almost laughed loud. It looked so stupid for you how he fell on the ground. It was like in a real blockbuster.

"Boring" Barbara stated.

"Right" Jerome cackled loudly, then he made his way to you with a big grin in his face. Automatically you grinned, too.

"How do you like the show doll?" Jerome grabbed your hands and pulled you close to him. You felt a slightly blush spreading over your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks softly to intense the kiss.

"I love it! It's very exciting" You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist "But I'm much happier about you not wearing this cruel costume anymore. It covered your face, I hated it."

Jerome just chuckled about your comment and kissed your forehead.

"I have an idea," You just raised your brows looking at him in interest "Wanna be the star in my show?"

"Of course I do!" You smiled wide before he pressed his lips against yours quickly, then you both walked out. Gasps filled the room, all eyes were on you. They all knew who you were. You were the missed girl everyone was looking for. They either thought you were dead or that you were left at a lost place. But now you stood there - healthy, happy, self-confident.

"I know what you all think: That's (Y/n)! What is she doing here?! Where has she been?! I tell you all a secret: She was with me all the time." Jerome grabbed your face soft making you giggle "She's gorgeous, isn't she? Always has a pretty smile in her face."

Barbara pulled a next man up on stage positioning right in front of you and handed you a gun. Then she placed an apple on the man's bald.

"You know how to hold a gun, doll?" Jerome grinned wrapping his arms around you from behind. You felt his lips and his warm breathe touched your cheek. It was giving you chills in arousal.

"I'm not that stupid, Jerome." You made sure the gun was loaded. You positioned yourself to keep stable and pointed the gun at the apple. That was what Barbara and Tabitha have taught you over the days you were at Galavan's.

The man in front of you was shivering with wide eyes, his sweat was dripping down his forehead. His eyes expressed fear and you could see he wished you didn't kill him.

"Hold very still." Jerome growled at the man, then he covered his eyes with one hand "I can't look! Someone tell me how it turns out."

You inhaled deeply and concentrated on the apple. But as you pulled the trigger, just water came out and splashed into the old man's face. At that moment, you thought that Jerome jerked you around with tell you time the star.

Jerome just sighed in annoyance grabbing your gun and gave you a new one assuring you that he didn't know the gun was fake.

"Damn! Turn around." The man looked at you in fear and turned around. With his eyes he literally begged you not to shoot or at least to hit the apple. He was about to stop moving as you shot the apple from his head. The crowd gasps in shock and relief that the guy wasn't dead yet.

"Whoo!" Barbara cheered happily. You knew she was proud of you that you didn't blame yourself and missed the apple. You were proud of yourself, too. You shot without hesitation, not even thinking of missing the apple and accidentally shoot the guy.

Every one else kept quiet tho.

"Well, clap!" Jerome shouted kinda aggressively to the crowd - then they did it. Nervously and fast. He laughed slightly pressing a kiss on your cheek "Well done, doll."

"Thank you, Jerome." You grinned. He took the gun out of your hands and placed it on the table with the knives. Then he kept staring at them for a while, you could see he was thinking about something.

"Do you know how to use a knife? Just wondering." Jerome smiled at you.

Before you could answer though, you saw Lee kicked Barbara in the stomach making her grunt.

As Barbara looked up at Lee, you could see fury was written in her face. She was angry, mad...these words just described a very small part of her feeling. It was incredible how much hate a person could express.

You looked at Lee. You could see she didn't give a fuck about her consequences.

"Haven't been ten minutes," Jerome hissed holding Barbara's arm tight that she was unable to stab Lee "We need to buy you a watch." Soon as Jerome turned around back to you Barbara punched Lee in her face. The crowd and you all gasped in surprise. Jerome instead, just looked at you shaking his head in disappointment what made you chuckle.

"Well, I think it's time for tonight's first official victim. You all know and love. Poor rich boy...Parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer: Where is Bruce Wayne?" Jerome claimed waiting for the little boy's appearance - he didn't come though. Everyone looked around for the boy hoping he would come. They, as you, knew what would happen if he did - someone will die.

"You know, I'm an orphan, too, Bruce? I killed my parents, though." Jerome spoke to the microphone, then stepped away from it "Where are you hiding?"

"Bruce!" Jerome screamed in anger making you flinch a little - you were always surprised about his temper. It came rapidly and was gone after a few seconds "Where are you buddy?!"

"That little kid's afraid of you, Jerome." You giggled wrapping your arms around his torso kinda in hope to calm him down a little. You had no idea his temper could ride that fast. "Give that boy some time to realize how much fun he's gonna have with you."

"We don't have time, right now. We have a plan to follow." Jerome grumbled looking around for Bruce and slightly pushing you away from him. In your eyes, Jerome was a mix of an infant and a monster or the evil itself. His impatience reminded you of a child that didn't get his will. And his eye expression expressed fury, evil and the strong wish to kill the kid. It was fascinating, and almost frightening.

"Kill his butler!"" Barbara suggested.

"Alright, last chance Bruce but it's about to get very butler-brainy out here." Jeromekept looking around. While that, some of Jerome's colleagues grabbed the butler's arms right pushing him forward to Jerome. He was an older tall man in a black tuxedo looking very concerned for the little boy - understandable.

"Brucey!" Jerome yelled looking through the crowd but the boy still didn't appear "I'm bored. Shoot the butler." Jerome turned to you with a grin, not even really paying attention to what was happening around him. He just wanted you.

"Stop!" Bruce claimed panicking and ran fast in front of the stage to his poor butler.

"Let's get this started, huh?" Jerome gasped pulling Bruce back while pointing a gun at his head "You! Check behind the curtain! Make sure no one's playing silly buggers"

One of Jerome's colleagues nodded and walked to the curtain. He moved it aside the entrance, he got shot.

"Drop the knife!" James Gordon shouted pointing a gun at Jerome, but he just laughed and pressed the young Bruce Wayne in front of his body, a sharp blade was pressed on his throat almost cutting his thin skin.

"I don't have a clean shot!" Gordon shouted.

"Stay calm, Bruce." The butler tried to encourage the little boy after he took a gun, as well, pointing it at Jerome. He totally ignored what Gordon said. His mind was all around Bruce.

"It seems like we've got ourselves a pickle." Jerome stopped laughing but pressing a knife against Bruce's throat. "What do you say Brucey boy? Wanna boost our ratings, huh?" Jerome cackled insanely again "Smile."

"I said enough!" All of a sudden Theo appeared behind Jerome. He looked mad, very mad. Again you got that feeling of uncomfortableness. And again you got that feeling that something bad will happen now. You saw it on his gaze. This devilish grin. Something was in the bush.

And you weren't wrong. Shortly after Jerome turned to him slowly, Theo stabbed a knife into his neck.

Everyone gasped in shock, you were the loudest though. You heart dropped, you couldn't move for the moment, your legs became weak, cat got your tongue - you weren't able to breathe normal. You felt poor as you stared at Theo's hand that pressed the knife in Jerome's throat deeper and deeper - and that all right in front of you. Your whole body shivered, you were about to throw up every minute.

Tears built up in your eyes and some even streamed down your cheeks. This couldn't be real, this mustn't be real! You couldn't loose him, not now, not again, not forever.

Things have happened not quite perfect and you were mad at him, you didn't want to be with him, you even hated him for a moment, you were afraid of him... everything. You could say for one moment he was your biggest fear in your life because you were scared he'd kill you every minute, or every time you did something wrong. But that faded, it was forgiven, your love was refreshed. It was stronger than the night you two met for the first time. Your connection was stronger than ever before - you knew you belonged together. Why else did fate decide to let you two meet again? Why else would you fall for him again? Why else did he all you his doll, his girl, his queen? That weren't just words...it was more, a lot more.

You knew Jerome couldn't show love as usual people did, but you knew he loved you. His soft side towards you, him trying to make you smile, him protecting you when Greenwood teased you or harassed you..,that was all real. He didn't act at all!

All the memories came up. His smile, how you two hold a conversation for the first time at the circus, you felt the warmth on you hand again when you remembered how he held your hand. You could feel his arms wrapping around your body, and you could hear him calling you 'doll'.

And all this was gone forever now.

"I know, I know." He pressed Jerome down to the ground "Im so sorry, Jerome. You have real talent. But now you see, the plot thickens. Enter the hero." You saw Theo grinning slightly.

You could kill him for what he has done to him - and to you. He took all your joy away, he ripped your heart in two and three it away that it shattered in thousands of pieces. He had to die in your eyes. He just deserved it. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make him feel what he has done to you. You wanted to make him feel how you felt - sad, broken, shocked.

"I was gonna be.." With his last breath and his last courage, he looked up to you still having a grin in his face. His mouth opened shortly as if he was about to say something to you, but too late.

He was dead - dead as your happiness, your joy, you will to live. Your heart felt so heavy that every beating was exhausting you, as your breathing. The world was spinning around you. You body and your psyche couldn't handle what has happened just a few seconds in front of you.

He died, your love, your everything - your Jerome. And he will never come back.

And you died - inside.

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cornacopicimagines · 4 years

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best of friends pt.2 │t.h

pairing: singledad!mob!tom holland x singlemom!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings: SMUT, swearing, major violence, depictions of violence and blood, rough sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, dom!tom & creampie.

summary: Everything was perfect. The two-and-a-half years since they first met have been nothing but love and respect. Until, y/n comes home one night, her husband gone for the time being. It all somehow crumbles in front of her, she can't help but question it. Though this thought is nothing to what he feels in that very moment. It's pure fear and terror, a pent-up storm of worry. Their comfort zone is nothing longer alive, it was buried and left to rot.

a/n: so. it must be said, i went through three different plots before i settled on this one. that is why this goddamn fic has taken me so long to write. This is probably the last mob!tom holland fic i'll write because bitch has a lot of other AUs that i would honestly prefer to write. enjoy!

part 1

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y/n waited for a moment. It wasn't long, but it was enough she had to check the clock on her wrist. 1:37am. Although she heard the snoring of Lottie, sound asleep in her bed, y/n knew otherwise. She knew that as soon as her feet hit the carpeted floor of her daughter's bedroom, the girl would shoot straight up and whine for y/n to come back. She loved Lottie with all of her heart, like all of her kids, however sometimes the precious little angels got on her nerves. Just last Tuesday is a prime example as y/n desperately fiddling with the buttons of Tom's shirt, wanting nothing more to take every inch of him while his whole operation continued below them. Just as she had popped the last latch, James called out for his father from across the house, most likely because one of the boys got hurt again from the play fighting they insisted they do. Sadly, y/n redid her husband's buttons and let him leave her widely aroused and dissatisfied.

As she watched Lottie take in her small breaths, y/n recounted the moments. She still remembers her wedding, clear as day. It was in their garden, with the trees dressed in beautiful pink silk and the flowers somehow in full bloom. No one was around, it's was secluded and perfect. It was just them, Theo and James stood side by side, their matching suits made her heart swell. Their perfectly rosy cheeks lit up as they saw y/n make her way down the grassy aisle. Though she never saw it, Tom admits that it was Theo who smacked him on the arm to turn around. To come face to face with his bride, a blushing bride that was 7 months pregnant. It was a rush of a events that y/n never quite saw occuring so early into her life. Yet, the day she told Tom they were going to be parents, he asked her to marry him. Of course, y/n organised a typical wedding after she had given birth but at that very second, every bad thing she had to live through suddenly became a single speck of sand on a vast beach. A prologue to her wonderful life ahead of her.

The door swung open slightly, though the light from outside Lottie's room was off, y/n could instantly tell who was stepping over countless dolls and plastic cars. Tom knelt at the side of his daughter's bed, just below his wife as she softly stroked Lottie's forehead. "You need some rest Sweetness," he told her quietly, watching over Lottie's snoring figure.

"I can't" y/n stifled through a yawn. Though she greatly needed to run to her bed and pass out, she refused to leave Lottie unless she knew her daughter was absolutely deep in sleep. Tom sighed, letting his forehead hit the soft linen of the bed cover.

"You need sleep, I can't look after the brady bunch by myself," Tom joked. His hand came to draw soft circles on y/n's thigh. It was nothing if not soothing to her. He could directly make out her face in the darkness, but Tom knew his wife was smiling, a low grin painted upon her fatigued face. "I'll take this shift."

y/n reached out for his face, finding it in seconds. Her thumb now matched the pattern on his cheek that Tom was drawing on her thigh. "We made a deal," it was his speciality, but he never wanted it to get this bad. "You would help Theo with his Valentine's Day gift if I could get this one to sleep."

y/n possessed many traits that Tom adored. She was empathetic, a woman of incredible wit and intelligence, had the stamina of a bull but her stubbornness seemed to be her crowing glory. Tom knew his wife as well as he knew how to count to ten. She wasn't leaving until absolute confirmation was handed to her. "Sweetness, I would prefer if you came to bed with me," he tried, the approach was simple and usually it worked.

"As much as I would adore that, I'm not going anywhere with you mister," y/n teased. Her attention focusing back on Lottie. Perhaps it was the way her eyelids seemed to betray her, closing every few seconds or if it was simply the way the mattress felt beneath her legs. Eventually though, the mixture of all of those and her husband's head laying flat on her thighs, she began to slowly creep off the bed. The pads of her feet pressed against the floor in such delicacy, y/n doubted that she even touching it. She reached out for Tom, grasping slightly at his bare bicep as she lifted herself up.

Tom caught on to his wife's movements and made sure that the path was completely clear of any of Lottie's toys. Calmly, the pair of them tip-toed out. Every move halted by their daughter's movements but eventually, the door closed and y/n was free from the little montress's grip. y/n wishes that she was more awake, more alert because even in her half sleep dazed she could make out the tight white singlet that clung to Tom's body. She reached out for him, it was the weakest of touchs. Yet, her hand fell on his shoulder and running up to the base of his neck. It wasn't sexual in any form, instead they stood in the dim light in complete silence. Watching each other feel the affected of forced insomnia.

"How am I going to get up this morning," y/n giggled as she accepted the sudden embrace from Tom. Her head finding it's way into the same shoulder she tenderly caressed seconds ago. Tom's fingers coiled around her forearm gently as the began to quietly walk to their bedroom. "Hopefully Meg will be around at that time," she sighed as the soft breeze of their room hit her face. Meg was their nanny, a woman who has been employed by Tom since James was a baby. She was a sweet old thing, a cliché of the lovely old lady in fairtales.

"She will, sadly I won't," Tom told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as they both hid themselves under the sating covers. y/n wanted to continue the conversation, she knew that Tom wouldn't be back at home until tomorrow night and for the first time, she would be in charge of everyone but she couldn't. As soon as her head hit the lavender scented pillow, she was out like a light. Tom just chuckled in return, pulling her into a soft embrace.

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y/n wasn't an idiotic woman. She has been with Tom for two and a half years; married to him for two years, she immediately knew when something didn't feel right. As her fingers gripped the steering wheel, she peered in her rear-view mirror. It was something Tom's bodyguards drive around in. The vehicle was large and bulky, looking like it a take down a building with minimum amount of speed. It was painted in the midnight black, even the widows seemed to be darkened. Like before, y/n recognised the model of the car to be a sister of the cars she would frequently have to ride in if she accompanied Tom anywhere, he thought posed even the slightest amount of danger. She knew that with every corner she took, the car would mimic her turns. y/n caught onto it in seconds, watching through Lottie's car seat and Theo's mop of hair. It didn't help that when she called Tom's head guard, he told her that he had followed her orders. To let her pick up her children to avoid the never-ending shock from the ensemble of 6'5 muscular men accompanying her wherever she went.

"Do you want us to do anything about it ma'am?" he asked through the car's speaker. y/n pondered for a few seconds. While her gut was screaming at her that this was something completely out of the ordinary, if there was any ordinary being married to a Mob boss. Her mind knew that if she did say something to him now it was no doubt find its way to Tom. He would instantly assume the worst and cancel any important deal in front of him to race home. The guard's voice pulled her out of her concentration.

"Get the house under lockdown," she ordered, for the first time she felt truly in control but as all things it was slipping. "Do not tell my husband."

"Ma'am, it is imperative that Mr. Holland know of this," the guard protested. y/n had been going through quite a rough day. She was tired, overworked and constantly around wailing children. She refused to be around another. Her jaw clenched as she pulled into their street, the car still hot on her tail.

"I don't care, Tom will not know of this," y/n snapped, peering up for a final time but to her initial surprise that car had vanished. She had no clue where the fucker had gone. "It's probably nothing," she spoke quietly. The sentence was more reassurance for herself than from him, yet he had heard her, accepted her terms and hung up.

As she pulled the car into the impressively large garage, she lets her bare forehead hit top of the steering wheel. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Mum," Theo called out from the backseat, "are you alright?" The boy's question was laced with genuine concern. It released whatever anxiety riddled grip had got a hold of y/n. She gazed up, smiling as she let all her negative thoughts leave her before turning to her three children.

"I am just really tired honey," she replied as she exited the car and proceeded to undo Lottie's buckled. "Not to worry, I think it is Boy's Movie Night tonight!" Both boys cheered in unison. The afternoon went on as usual. Theo and James spent the entire time with their faces glued to the screen in front of them. Squealing every time the supposed bad guys landed flat on his ass, jumping at every occasion that they could. Even if they lived in a mansion, y/n was positive that everyone in this house could hear their playful laughter.

y/n sat next to Lottie; her curly brunette hair clipped back into two adorable pigtails. Lottie was a carbon copy of Tom. Even next to her half-brother James, Lottie seemed to possess ever physical trait of y/n's husband. The smooth somehow flawless skin, the bouncy chestnut curls that y/n just knows will be her daughter's statement piece when she grows up and finally the pair of chocolate eyes that gets her father weak every time, she babbles up at him. She wondered how all of her children would look like when they get old enough to make their own decisions. While James doesn't have Tom's colouring like Lottie does, he has this glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes. Something y/n has loves about her boys, they all share this odd ball of high-energy. Theo looks exactly like y/n, her colouring and her features. Theo's look alikeness to his mother is something y/n feels is divine intervention. To show that, this is her son. Her baby boy and no one else's unless she says so.

"Ma'am" Meg's heavy Irish accent perks up. She's standing at the windows, peering through the curtains slightly. "I think you should see this," she advises before stepping away from the scene and running to grab Lottie from her highchair. y/n hesitantly waltzes over, she presents a cool face to her children, but she can feel her stomach crawling into her throat as she gets closer. y/n pulls the fabric back slightly, she prays that is it now in the early hours of the night and the light is off. It's the same car, it's now parked across the road from her house. Just outside of their camera’s visibility, the vehicle is camouflaged almost to perfection, she can still spot it. Its headlights are off and the car makes not a single sound. At first, y/n faithfully believes she is now seeing things, that her brain is so unfathomably tired it has resorted to petty tricks. That is until one of the car doors open quickly. She waits for a moment as does this figure in the car before a pair of fit hit the ground. Though it makes no clamour, it startles her. y/n doesn’t wait to meet his eyes as his head ducks under the car roof to fully meet the air. She turns around to meet Meg’s eyes, the women wear matching looks.

“Take the children into the spare room, go now,” y/n speaks softly as not to alarm her sons. Meg nods quickly, instantly holstering Lottie on her hips and shooing the boys away from the glowing TV.

She pauses until she hears the door close. It’s deafening. She turns her attention back to the scene, it’s worse than before. There’s at least 7 of them huddled around this car, pulling unknown bags from the seats. As the mystery bags hit the ground, the unknown men begin opening it. It’s filled to the brim with metal, the holsters of guns peeking through with the aid of the dim light of the streetlight. y/n refused to observe anymore, silently she alerts the guards in the house. She doesn’t even process the next second, it’s like nothing is working anymore. y/n knows what the sound is, she knows what is happening, she knows that in a matter of seconds the men have begun firing at her front landing. Killing anyone standing outside, she can feel the bullets entering their bodies.

It’s with that, y/n goes from a fast pace to sprinting. She rushes down the long halls to meet with her children. It’s feels like an eternity that she is opening doors, calling out for any of them. All the while, gunshots ring out like a bell, constant and terrible. Her phone vibrates,it send her nerves over the edge. y/n stops for a second to stare at it, Tom’s name lights up the screen. Instead of answering, her fingers lose all their function. Her phone drops from her hand and hits the floor. She wants to pick it up but her feet work against her and begin to simply pace herself away from her phone as it continues to hum against the tiles.

Finally, she reaches the room. Meg holds Lottie close to her chest, rocking the toddler back and forth as Lottie cries into Meg’s shirt. Theo and James are standing in the middle of the room. Both look like they are on their verge of tears and to be completely truthfully, so was she. Closing the door, y/n immediately wraps her arms around her sons. She feels the wet tears staining her shoulders. She feels their chests rise and fall drop as best they can.

“You boys are so brave,” she sooths, her palms rubbing circles atop their heads. Slowly, she peers up. While the gunfire continues to ring out, y/n stares at the people in the room with her. Not a single bulb is turned on, the area is pitch black, but she can still see how this if affecting the boys. How Meg clutches onto Lottie’s wailing body. “It’ll be over soon.”

“You promise,” James chokes out, he wipes his face of her blouse. y/n pressed a tender kiss to his hair. She lets a single tear escape her eyes.

“I swear handsome,” y/n tells him, but she’s not convinced by the sound of her own voice. The boys pull away from her, one of her hands reaches for their salty cheeks. “Everything will be alright, Mumma swears.”

She doesn’t want to; she wants to scream. She wants to burn the entire house to the ground. She wants to leave with her children and never come back. y/n has never felt this in her entire life. This is not only pure terror for the lives of her children but it’s uncontrollable rage. She’s being held together by a tearing material of a rubber band. Her limbs are coiled, feeling as though she has rusted in the rain. Her mind doesn’t stop, it runs as if it has never felt this wrathful freedom in its life. A million different thoughts threaten to take power, as if they should decide her next move. She doesn’t let them of course, y/n’s had practice at this, and she will not crack now.

“Meg, give me Charlotte now,” y/n’s voice is hoarse and breaking with ever vowel that drops from her lips. The old lady rushes over to y/n and hands her Lottie. The toddler instinctively wraps her arms around y/n, refusing to let go. Another 20 minutes go by, it's torture. The air seems to wash around y/n as she clings onto her children for dear life. Quietly, she pans over to Meg. The old woman looks as if she has turned from the humble baker's wife down the street to death herself. Their eyes lock, passing silent messages to each other.

I'm sorry, y/n pleads. She thinks if she spoke it aloud, it would travel barely above a whisper.

It's okay, sweetheart, Meg responded. Though the woman only truly meant the first part, y/n wanted to believe that she would have used the nickname to calm her nerves. Somehow it did.

The moment lasted for only seconds. A fleeting feeling of safety was ruined by the doorknob rattling furiously. At the speed of sound, y/n had handed Lottie over to Meg and told her to hide in the bathroom with the children. y/n heard everything, the door lock behind Meg and the muffled yelling behind the door in front of y/n. She scrambled to her feet, driving her to the wide bedside table. She threw open the doors until she landed on the one thing she never believes she's use. A small handgun. y/n didn't quite have time to question her morals at this very second in time. y/n wrapped her fingers around the handle just as the door swung open. Tears spilled as she pointed the gun aimlessly.

"Thank god," his familiar voice rang out. y/n sunk to her knees, the gun falling right from her fingertips. Tom rushed to her side; he didn't know what to say to her. He knew exactly what she was feeling, he knew whatever attempt he made at explaining the horrid situation would break his poor wife even further.

y/n studied his features in the dim light of the room as he got closer to her. She had never seen him in such a state. His hair flopping all over his face, hiding whatever panic was clearly evident over his features. More specifically, y/n watched as it became clearer. A large splatter of blood across his right cheek. She fell right into his arms, finally allowing herself to stain his shirt with her burst of weeps.

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y/n's body was on fire. The fire was nothing but pure pain. As if bugs were nesting right under skin, desperate for a gasp of air. Even the clock ticked loudly, ever noise of the hand pressed her brain against her skull. Every joint rigid in its own specific way, damaged and tight.

"Sweetness, talk to me," Tom soothed, using the towel to clean the final fragments of blood off his cheek. Her eyes squinted at him, waiting for him to do anything other than be his normal gentle self. y/n slid herself off the foot of their bed and walked to the closed door. Flashing images of the other room crossing her mind.

"I need to check on the kids," she huffed. While y/n knew Meg was laying wide away on the floor of Theo's room as all three children slept contently, she wanted to be away from him at a moment like this. She needed to not see his face. Alas, Tom's hand gripped her wrist tightly. The touch sizzled her skin, the tension elevated for a split second.

y/n whipped around to face him; Tom felt his patience slipping from him. "y/n, be an adult," he hissed.

Tom knew he shouldn't be talking to her like this, but he was at his wit's end. A candle burning to the final wax. He mentally fucked himself over when he got that stupid fucking call. Sir, your wife has informed us of an unidentified vehicle following her, it engraved itself into his mind. Tom remembers sitting at the desk, wondering if she was witnessing the same group, he had fucked over a few months ago. Deciding it could wait, Tom told them to keep his updated throughout the night. As if whatever god was up there decided to play a tortuous comedy routine with Tom, it did begin to progress. First, the car pulling up hours before his arrival. Then the major security breach and finally as they began shooting at his house, ready to slaughter anyone they found inside. Especially his family.

She watched his intently. Waiting for a further response and yet, nothing. Her anger was bubbling over. "I am an adult," she seethed at him, her fingers unwrapping themselves from the doorknob. "I make sure that my children are safe, I make it my life's mission to ensure that I am not the direct cause of those certain dangers I wish to keep them so far away from!"

She had ripped her hand from his grasp, this wasn't something she was backing away from. It was something she could fight and to which she intended to do until the very end.

The little monologue broke Tom's heart. How could she believe that he would do such a horrific thing? How could she blame him for the events that unfolded tonight? He wondered if she truly knew this was never his intention. That he never wanted his family to come under direct attack all because he made one dangerous decision.

“You don’t talk to me like that y/n,” He grumbled. The air seemed to thicken with every word, cause more distance between the spouses. It was never like this they fought like a normal couple but never with this much venom. “I don’t deserve such criticism, especially from you.”

“Why?” she pondered, she moved closer to him. Inching closer with every second. “Is it because you question my authority? Or maybe is it because I am some silly little schoolteacher who got trouble with the wrong kind of people," she moved closer with every word of the sentence, pushing her dangerously closer. It’s a risk she must take if she wants to feel any sort of release.

“Stop being so theatrical y/n, you endured something horrible, but that is what you signed up for when you married me,” the room climbed in temperature. Tom had half a mind to strip himself just to get closer to peace, but with y/n so close to his chest, he preferred to work on her. Tom can’t pinpoint what made his mind switch in directions. Maybe it was the ever-growing heat, or perhaps it was the indescribable feeling of almost losing your wife and mother of your children. Either way, Tom thoughts were growing darker. The need to bruise y/n’s skin seemed to be the only thing he could really think about. “You wanted this,” he grunted, closing in on her. “Sweetness, you agreed to this lifestyle as soon as you sunk your sweet cunt onto me.”

The vulgarity of his words caught her off guard. Her breath stopped halfway when her back almost slammed into the wall. She wasn’t giving in so easily, even if the heat from her body had swiftly travelled to the valley between her thighs. y/n turned her head away from him in any desperation to not look at him. Unfortunately, Tom caught her actions as if he knew her every move. His fingers pressed against her chin to bring her eyes back to him. Tom was worried for an instant that she would truly be too furious with him to play into his game. Luckily, her eyes betrayed her. The big doe eyes of her stared up at him, pleaded to be fucked like an animal. Slammed into until all of her rage had slipped from her conscious.

“Screw yourself Tom,” she coughed out. She was playing along, y/n knew exactly where this was heading. A tender kiss was placed upon her lips, while the action itself was soft, nothing about the kiss genuinely was. It was the ultimate puzzle piece for him.

"You want to speak to me like a bitch," Tom chuckled, "you'll get fucked like a bitch." He kicked the back of her knees harshly, causing her to meet with the floor. "On your knees and hands behind your back." She wanted to protest, she wanted to act out the little brat but like most things, her arms instinctively pulled themselves behind her. "Now, I sincerely hope I don't have to punish you further sweetness," Tom soothed as he swiftly undid the buckle of his jeans, discarding the items of clothing across the room. His throbbing cock hit the base of his stomach with a soft slap. y/n bit her lip in instinct, it had been a while, and did she wholly miss this glorious scene in front of her.

y/n leaned forward and dragged her tongue from the base of him until her lips met with the beads of pre-cum drenching him. Slowly but surely, she wrapped her lips around him. Letting him enjoy the wet cavern of her mouth for a short time. He threw his head back in unison with a beautifully quiet moan. Her eyes never left him, as she bobbed her head gradually. If she was on her knees unable to reach out and touch him, she would at least make it fun for her. y/n only quickened her pace if their line of focus connected. As soon as Tom stared directly into her eyes, she would start her movements but if he turned away to enjoy the moment, everything would stop. It went like this before Tom had quite enough of it all. Without uttering a single word, Tom wrangle his hands into her soft hair and thrusted right up into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat roughly. She gagged loudly, making an awful sound as she attempted to regain her position. He pulled away from her, only to slam right back into her mouth. Unlike her plan beforehand, as he face fucked her, his pace begins to speed up.

y/n was now struggling to hold back her ragged gags as small tears slid out of her eyes. "Pretty girl, all worked out from my cock in your mouth huh?" Tom teased as he relished in the sounds of her cacophony of broken breaths. Just as quickly as he began, he pulled away from her complete. He dropped out of her mouth with a small pop and a trail of saliva that landed on the tops of her breasts. "Get up," to which she happily obliged. As soon as y/n had regained her footing, Tom's hands had completely destroyed her pants. The loose skirt was now in two pieces at her feet, along with her favourite pair of panties. Unfortunately, she didn't even get a second to scold him before he spun her around and slammed her chest against the wall. The pain excited her, it coursed through her torso and down into her legs, causing them to spasm slightly.

Tom looked at her, in the soft moonlight she was glowing. Ass facing him, tits pressed up against the wall. Complete ready for him. Tom gave her a small kiss on her shoulder, this time it truly was meant to be tender but in typical Tom fashion. As soon as his lips left her skin, Tom plunged right up into her. His hand covering her surprised squeal. God did he miss this. Filling her tight pussy right up to the brim. Even after everything they had been through, she still fit him like a glove. Hugged him so perfectly, Tom was worried he was shot his load right into her at this very moment. Sadly, he pushed the thought away and began rocking into her; his hand still covered over her mouth.

y/n could feel every inch of his like this. She could feel just how hard he was ramming into her cunt. Her nails gripped onto the wall in front of her as she whimpered into the palm of his hand. With every snap of his hips, her worries seemed to really melt away. All the tension built up in her body being oiled as he parted her legs to reach a nook in her that she thought impossible. “Tommy, f—fuck, oh my god,” it was incoherent garble. Nonsense talk as her eyes rolled back into her head for a few seconds. His head found the valley of her neck, peppering light kisses a major difference to the rough pace he had adopted.

“What is it sweetness,” Tom gasped right into her ear. The hot air tickling her skin. His other hand gripped callously at her hip, bruising the delicate skin under his fingers. “Come on tell me,” Tom was struggling to keep himself in check. The pure sound of skin against skin as he fucked her ass filled the air, pushing him closer to ecstasy. His hand pulled away from her lips, an immediately low moan tumbled from her lips. y/n waited for her body to response to anything, everything thrown out the window every time his dick hit her perfect spot inside of her.

“Har—harder,” she strained through strings of vulgarities and chants of his name. Tom smirked at her, she caught it before he pulled away from her. Tom started to slow his movements, observing how she swallowed him whole every time he thrusted into her tight hole.

“You really want it harder sweetness?” Tom asked, he was just as desperate for a release as she was. y/n nodded her head furiously, words seeming to fail her at this instance. “Turn around,” he ordered, she swivelled around to face him. Her once neat hair now a mess of pleasure tugged strains. Her lids fluttering shut and her cheeks flushed. She looked like a Greek statue. Tom bent and lifted her over his shoulders, earning a tiny giggle from his huffing wife above him. He frantically sprinted over to their bed and promptly chucked her on it. The force knocking a bit of wind out of her.

In a flash of actions, her face had been pressing into the mattress and her ass high up in air. Tom gave it a light smack before lining up and pounding right into her. Both of them let out a soft line of curses. It had never been this intense in their entire relationship.

The room was silent. Nothing could be heard outside but inside was a different idea. Tom brought her hips down roughly onto him, matching his tattered speed. y/n’s breaths were muffled by the cover of the blanks, her hands desperate for anything to latch onto for support as he fucks her relentlessly. It a beautiful mixture of sounds. Nothing like the soft breaths and gasps on a normal night. While those still as amazing as now, this was pure unfiltered animalistic need. No feelings, just a fantastic way to blow off incredible tense steam. Tom usually adored staring at her as her face scrunched up in pleasure but something about how every time his cock rammed up into her, everything moved with his thrusts. It was memorising, as if a painting had been brought to life. y/n had lost track of time during this, so focused on the way he was able to stretch her so wide that she had completely forgot how long she had been lying here. She didn’t dwell on it for too long before the divine familiar feeling presented itself to her, dwelling at the pit of her stomach.

“Go faster, I’m going t—to come,” she pleaded, lifting her head up for only a moment before diving right back into her muffled screams. Tom growled at this, picking up his already forceful speed. While he tried, his thrusts became sloppy and jagged.

“Come with me sweetness,” he whispered to her, his fingered rubbing cathartic circles on her sensitive clit. The sensation on her bud rupturing another last piece of sanity in her body.

With a final thrust, both y/n and Tom came. A relief as both almost shouted out in absolute ecstasy, their juices mixing together in a beautiful sense of the terms. y/n’s toes curled as she felt it all, every little piece of tension, anger and lust all combine and explode inside of her. Tom wasn’t even the slightest but worried as he had been before this had begun. His sweaty forehead lay against her spine, as his wife attempted to catch her breath. Slowly he pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her. A sight he would love to have burned into his vision for the rest of his life.

“Feel better?” Tom asked her as he threw himself next to her. y/n turned to face him and for the first time that night an honest grin appeared on her face. A grin given to her by whatever relief she had received moments before.

“Much,” she replied.

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imaginealllthefandoms · 4 years

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Fandoms

Here you’ll find the fandoms + the characters I write for. For each fandom, I only listed the characters I’m more familiar with/that are more known, so keep in mind I might write for other characters within those fandoms as well.

I also might write for other fandoms and characters that aren’t listed, so in doubt just ask :)

In italics are my favorite characters/characters I’m most comfortable writing for.

Remember to read the rules and happy requesting :)

Fandoms + characters

Chronicles of Narnia

Lucy Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Susan Pevensie

Dark Knight Trilogy

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

DCEU

Billy Batson

Clark Kent / Superman

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Freddy Freeman

Steve Trevor

The Flash

Barry Allen / Flash

Caitlin Snow / Killer Frost

Cisco Ramon

Iris West-Allen

Wally West/Kid Flash

Titans

Gar Logan / Beast Boy

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Donna Troy / Wonder Girl

Jason Todd / Robin

Kory Anders / Starfire

Rachel Roth / Raven

Deadly Class

Marcus Arguello

Maria Salazar

Elite

Ander Muñoz

Guzmán Osuna

Nadia Shana

Samuel Domínguez

Rebeka

Valerio Montesinos

Final Fantasy VII (Remake)

Aerith Gainsborough

Biggs

Cloud Strife

Jessie

Reno Sinclair

Rude

Rufus Shinra

Sephiroth

Tseng

Tifa Lockhart

Vincent Valentine

Zack Fair

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Newt Scamander

Nymphadora Tonks

Ron Weasley

Marauders

New Generation kids

La Casa de Papel / Money Heist

Denver

Nairobi

Rio

Sergio / Professor

Lord of the Rings / Hobbit

Aragorn

Legolas

Tauriel

Thranduil

Marvel

MCU (all movies)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Lady Sif

Loki

Gamora

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Nebula

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Scott Lang / Ant-Man

Shuri

Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

Steve Rogers / Captain America

T’Challa / Black Panter

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

X-Men (all movies)

Alex Summers / Havoc

Bobby Drake / Iceman

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Logan Howlett / Wolverine

Neena Thurman/Domino

Ororo Munroe / Storm

Netflix shows (all)

Elektra Natchios

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo / Jigsaw

Colleen Wing

Frank Castle / Punisher

Jessica Jones

Karen Page

Luke Cage

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Agents of SHIELD

Al Mackenzie

Bobbi Morse

Daisy Johnson / Quake

Deke Shaw

Lance Hunter

Leo Fitz

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Robbie Reyes / Ghost Rider

Yo-Yo Rodriguez

Agent Carter

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Jack Thompson

Others

Fantastic Four (Susan and Johnny Storm)

Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

Gwen Stacy

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tobey Maguire)

Peaky Blinders

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Bonnie Gold

Finn Shelby

Grace Burgess

Isaiah Jesus

John Shelby

Lizzie Stark

Luca Changretta

May Carleton

Michael Gray

Polly Gray

Tatiana Petrovna

Thomas Shelby

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Thalia Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean

Angelica Teach

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Henry

Philip

Will Turner

Reign

Bothwell

Claude

Francis

Gideon Blackburn

Greer

James Stewart

Lola

Leith Bayard

Luc Narcisse

Kenna

Mary Stuart

Sebastian de Poitiers

Stéphane Narcisse

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

Cristina Rosales

Diana Wrayburn

Diego Rosales

Emma Carstairs

Helen Blackthorn

Jace

Jaime Rosales

Jem Carstairs

Kieran

Kit

Isabelle Lightwood

Julian Blackthorn

Gabriel & Gideon Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Maia Roberts

Mark Blackthorn

Meliorn

Simon Lewis

Raphael Santiago

Tessa Gray

Ty Blackthorn

Will Herondale

SKAM

Chris P

Elias Bakkoush

Eliott (SKAM France)

Eskild Tryggvasson

Eva Mohn

Even Bech Næsheim

Isak Valtersen

Lucas (SKAM France)

Noora Amalie Sætre

Robbe (SKAM Belgium)

Sana Bakkoush

Sander (SKAM Belgium)

William Magnusson

Yousef Acar

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Armitage Hux

Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Din Djarin / Mandalorian

Cassian Andor

Finn

Han Solo

Jyn Erso

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Rey

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimura

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Emori

Finn Collins

Jasper

John Murphy

Lexa

Luna

Monty Green

Raven Reyes

Roan

Octavia Blake

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

The Society

Allie Pressman

Becca Gelb

Grizz Visser

Gordie

Harry Bingman

Helena

Kelly Aldrich

Sam Eliot

The Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Vanya Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Lexi

Marcel Gerard

Stefan Salvatore

Rebekah Mikaelson

The Witcher

Cahir

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Others

John Proudstar / Thunderbird (The Gifted)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Robert Fischer (Inception)

Tyrone Johnson (Cloak & Dagger)

Other fandoms I might write for depending on the request/my inspiration:

10 Things I Hate About You

1917

Black Lightning

Cloak & Dagger

Divergent

Dunkirk

Little Women

Now You See Me

Pride and Prejudice

Runaways

The 5th Wave

The Gifted

The Maze Runner

#fandoms #characters #fandom list #characters list

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blkmxrvel · 5 years

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (15) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: once again i’ve fallen in love with this story and read it officially now 6 times. I’ve converted the rest of this series so, get read guys! we will be on a loving kara danvers spree until the new year lmao! enjoy. also, in this chapter and this chapter only, kara is short. i totally forgot about this part and there literally nothing i could do to fix it without having to change the story and, this isn’t my work so.

Kara parked her car in the lot, and practically skipped up the walk towards Nia’s little home behind Mount Overland House. Ever since she’d come home from the seminar that morning she’d felt like she’d been walking on air. Then again, that may have started the night before, when Y/N called and asked her out on a date.

Kara had always thought she’d be the one to ask Y/N out on a date. It would be romantic, possibly in the park. They’d walk together around the pond, hand in hand, not saying anything but simply being together. And from her research Kara would know that the sun would set at exactly 5:39 p.m., and she’d watch the sky for the first blush of pink to appear before she would turn to Y/N with a soft smile on her face and ask the perfect question, at the perfect moment.

“Y/N Hastings, will you go out with me?”

Not that she’d been thinking about it, or planning it, of course.

And ordinarily if anyone had beaten her to the punch and disrupted her carefully not-planned romantic gesture, she would be upset. But the quiet, nervous and halting way in which Y/N had asked her, just before they’d said good night…

“Miss Kara, I w-was wondering if you’d m-maybe like to go out on a-a date with me…”

That trailing off, that soft uncertainty, of being so unsure of herself and what she thought Kara might feel... Kara had found herself saying yes, yes, absolutely, of course, without even a second thought to her own plans and sense of melodrama. Y/N had cast the line in her own way and Kara was hooked. Not only was she hooked but she was sunk, because Y/N had sounded so relieved, so shyly proud of herself when she’d refused to tell Kara where they were going, only saying that she’d fixed everything already and Kara only needed to wear something casual but comfortable, and would she please mind picking Y/N up?

So there was a present wrapped in white and tied with a green ribbon waiting in the car, and Kara was wearing a pair of checkered shorts under a black top, with knee-high black boots to match, her heart was fluttering wildly as she knocked on the door to pick up her date.

But it was Nia who answered the door, not Y/N, and she grinned at Kara. “Before I let you in, I must ask you, what are your intentions with my houseguest?”

Kara raised an eyebrow, and Nia laughed, throwing the door open wider. “Come on in, Miss Zor-El, Y/N’s been running around the house all morning a nervous wreck waiting for you.”

“I have not.”

Kara turned and the heart that had been fluttering skipped a beat. It amazed her how in even jeans and a shirt Y/N could look beautiful, but this time she’d done her hair up instead of letting it fall on her shoulders, and somehow she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She smiled at Kara, a light blush on her cheeks as Kara simply couldn’t stop staring.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh, I adore it,” Kara said. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around Y/N in a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re back. I missed you, Miss Kara.”

She’d missed her too; it had surprised Kara just how much. She was used to being alone, at her home and in the hotels for seminars, and it hadn’t ever bothered her, not much at least. She had her albums and Theo, her TV shows and Alex and Maggie, her dads. But then Y/N had come into her life and made a home in a little piece of Kara’s heart, and now the house seemed too big, the hotels dirty and lonely, and the albums of love and longing had taken on even more meaning.

It wasn’t that during the few days she was gone she thought about Y/N constantly; she had a job to do and it was easy enough for Kara to get distracted even without Y/N in the picture. But if she didn’t actively think about her except when calling, texting, or buying her gift, Y/N was still ever-present in the back of her mind, a quiet safety or security that was almost like the bracelet Kara wore around her wrist.

Twice during the seminar when she was supposed to be paying attention, Kara had found herself playing with it, and wondering what it would be like to switch it to the other side.

Kara let Y/N go and smiled at her. “I missed you too. Don’t you want to tell me where we’re going?”

Y/N pretended to consider it, and Kara nearly rolled her eyes; this one had a bit of the brat in her, apparently. “Nope,” Y/N finally said, sounding merry. “You’ll find out soon enough, Miss Kara. But we should go so we’re not late.”

“Late for what?”

“Nice try.”

“Have her home by midnight!” Nia called after them, and Kara shook her head, but couldn’t help but laugh when Y/N did.

Kara held open the passenger door for Y/N then made her way around to the driver’s side, grinning a little when she climbed in and saw Y/N eyeing the present. “That’s for after our date,” she said, and this time did roll her eyes when Y/N pouted. “Good things come to those who wait, Y/N.”

“I think I’ve waited long enough…”

Kara glanced over, and moved her right hand off the steering wheel to rest on Y/N’s knee. It was sobering, really, how quickly a happy moment could be overshadowed by him, like a spectre that they couldn’t stop from hanging over them. She briefly wondered if the evil that was James Hudson would always be there, or if they’d ever make it past him.

“But you know,” Y/N added, her own hand coming to rest on top of Kara’s, “Some things are worth waiting a lifetime for.”

“When did you get so romantic, Y/N Hastings?” Kara teased, relief flooding her.

Y/N smiled. “Right around the time I met you, I think,” she said. “Please turn left here, Miss Kara.”

It was cute, the way she framed her requests; Kara could tell by the slight way Y/N’s hand clutched the car door that she wasn’t fully comfortable still, with asking things or giving “orders.” But there was also a determined look on her face, as if she was going over the directions in her head, focused on getting them to wherever they were going successfully. And that only made Kara more eager to know exactly where they were going.

“So you had a good time at the park the other day with Alex and Maggie?” Kara asked, keeping her eyes on the road while remaining hyper-aware of Y/N’s fingers lightly curling around the hand on her knee.

“I did, yes, Miss Kara,” Y/N nodded. “I think… I don’t know, I- she-“

Kara glanced at her. “Y/N?”

“Alex’s a good Dominant,” Y/N blurted suddenly, then chewed her lower lip. “She… she’s really good. Turn right here.”

This was the same route Kara took when… hmm. The excitement grew a little bit stronger within her; could it be that Y/N had… But she pulled her thoughts away from their date and back to the words the woman next to her had spoken. She’d said it with so much wonder, such surprise, and it pained Kara to think of just how much Y/N expected every Dominant she came into contact with to be like her former one. But it was worse when the person was male, because it was a man who had inflicted every inch of pain on her body and every flicker of hurt into her heart. For Y/N to start realizing that maybe, just maybe not every male Dominant was a bad one… Kara felt that peculiar warm feeling again, and she turned her hand over, locking her fingers with Y/N.

“She really loves Maggie.”

“She really does,” Kara agreed. She paused, and then added, “It’s amazing how beautiful our lives can be when we have someone to really love us.”

Y/N nodded with a small smile, and then her eyes lit up. “We’re here, Miss Kara.”

Kara’s mouth dropped open as the theater came into view. The marquee for Wicked seemed to shine like diamonds in the afternoon sun, and if she hadn’t been driving she would’ve clapped her hands like a child in her excitement. “Wicked?” she exclaimed. “We’re going to see Wicked?”

Y/N’s smile grew as she watched Kara in amusement. “Yes. Alex helped me decide and I ordered the tickets…”

“But how did you know I love the theater?”

“You… put the numbers in my phone.”

“Well, yes, but I wasn’t hinting or anything.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at Kara.

Kara shivered a little. “… Are you sure you’re not Dominant, because that eyebrow.”

“Do you know where to park?” Y/N asked, laughing a little.

“Of course I do,” Kara said with a huff, still scarcely able to believe that Y/N had been able to pull all of it off. Mixed in with the excitement was no small amount of pride, that Y/N had orchestrated the whole thing without much help. Still, she’d have to give Alex a high-five later; she always knew exactly what Kara liked even if she pretended not to.

Kara parked on the upper deck and turned the car off, moving to exit but stopped, because Y/N was rooted to her seat and now clinging to her hand. Kara’s brow furrowed in confusion before it cleared with the realization. Y/N may have organized their date, ordered the tickets and gotten them here successfully, but the parking deck was full. Which meant a full theater, which meant a lot of people, which meant… terrified Y/N. Kara shut the car door and turned towards her, holding her hand gently.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she said quietly. “We could have had a picnic somewhere, or played board games at Nia’s. This is a lot for you to take on, Y/N.”

“I-I know,” Y/N stuttered, her voice shaky, “But I wanted to. You like the theater and I… I like you. You’ve been so good to me, Miss Kara; I wanted to do something good for you. But I’m scared.”

“And that’s okay.” Kara sat in the car, silent for a moment, before finally saying, “How about this. We’ll go in and have a look around, and if we decide we want to stay we can. I’ll be right there with you, and I’m not going to be upset if you can’t do it. All right?”

“You promise you won’t be mad, Miss Kara?”

Kara squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I could never get mad at you for that. And like I said, I’ll be right there with you. I know you can do it.”

Y/N hesitated, and then nodded. “Okay. I really do want to see it. From the description it sounds as if Elphaba isn’t evil, only misunderstood.”

“Keep talking like that and I might fall in love with you.”

“Did you know that the Clock of the Time Dragon’s wingspan is the same as a Cessna 172?”

“Stop it.”

Y/N giggled and fell into step with Kara as they walked towards the front of the theater. They paused at the ticket counter, and Y/N swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.

“Two tickets, reserved under Y/N Hastings.”

A second went by as the man pulled up their account, then handed the tickets to them with a smile. Kara beamed at Y/N, who grinned back.

Once at the door, Kara stopped and looked at Y/N. She held out her hand, saying nothing, only smiling.

Y/N took her hand, and they walked into the theater together.

Instantly Kara felt at home. The theater was swamped, but these were her people, her family in addition to her dads and Alex and Maggie. It was where she felt whole, complete. It was where she knew she belonged. She’d spent her life preparing for a life in New York, to be a Broadway star bolstered by her talent and the love of the submissive that would be waiting for her after every show. She’d been accepted to one of the premier drama schools just prior to graduating from National City Academy, and Kara Zor-El knew her star was on the rise.

And then her dad had gotten sick.

Randy Zor-El’s illness hadn’t been fatal, and both Kara and her other father had thanked God about that, but it was enough to keep him out of work for almost a year, and since David Zor-El couldn’t quit his job to care for his husband, the task had fallen on Kara. Well, she’d actually volunteered, refusing to even entertain the idea of some strange nurse coming in to care for her father. As a spoiled only child doted on by her daddies, Kara had felt it only fair – and necessary – that she stay behind and temporarily postpone her dreams of going to New York.

Her father hadn’t been sick again ever since his illness had faded away, but Kara’s New York dreams had been postponed ever since. Alex had helped find her a job within the government, and now Kara’s life was wrapped around SETS.

So she craved every chance she got to go to the theater in National City, or occasionally to a show in Columbus. For a few short hours it was a chance to immerse herself back in that life, to imagine what if. What if she was in New York? What if she was just finishing up a show, and was opening the door to her dressing room to find Y/N there, kneeling in wait for her?

She felt Y/N’s hand tighten in hers and Kara came back to the present, pulling the woman slightly closer to her. “You’re all right,” she reassured gently. “No one’s going to hurt you, I wouldn’t let them.” Y/N nodded at her, her face pinched and white as her eyes darted here and there, looking at everyone and everything before finally settling on one of the souvenir counters.

“Do you want to go look?” Kara asked. “You might find something you like.”

Y/N gasped, her eyes widening. “I forgot to bring money,” she said, sounding heartbroken.

“Hey, that’s all right,” Kara soothed, hating the way Y/N’s eyes were tearing up. “I can buy my own souvenirs, and I tell you what, if you want anything, I can get it and you can pay me back, okay?”

Y/N chewed her lip, seeming uncertain, but she nodded. Kara walked them over to the souvenir counter, her own eyes wide with green and pink, the Grimmerie, snow globes, the Emerald City glasses…

The Emerald City glasses. Y/N was staring at them, an excited grin on her face, and Kara fought back a giggle. Out of all the things, the sunglasses were what captured her interest? She poked Y/N’s arm lightly.

“Do you want those?”

“No, that’s all right, I forgot to bring money.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Kara turned to the woman behind the counter and said “One pair Emerald City glasses, please, thank you.”

“You look adorable,” Kara said, once she’d made Y/N try them on. “My little Ozian.”

Y/N took the glasses off and looked at Kara, her gaze searching. “Your little Ozian?”

“Yes, well. Ahem.” Kara cleared her throat, feeling awkward, but was saved by the gentle tone sounding through the lobby that told them it was nearly show time. “We should find our seats!”

It didn’t take them long, because Y/N had reserved them fourth row seats, and Kara was absolutely not ashamed that she squealed when she discovered this. Still, her happiness was short-lived (and she’d forever hate that pun, thank you very much) when she sat down and realized that the person immediately in front of her would prevent, by virtue of his ample height, any good view of the stage. She sighed and rested her elbow on the arm of the chair, leaning her chin on her hand.

“Miss Kara?” Y/N said, glancing at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Kara said, and then waved her other hand in the general direction of the man in front of her. “I’ll just have a nice muscle strain after this is over from attempting to see the stage.” She offered Y/N a small smile, hoping that she wasn’t sounding ungrateful. “I’m perfectly used to it, being shorter does have its disadvantages.”

Y/N nodded, looking from Kara to the stage to the man, then back at Kara again. “You could um… no, never mind, it’s stupid.”

“I could what?”

“Sit on my lap? T-that way you could see, and no one is in front if me so I’d be able to see just fine too, and… but it’s a dumb idea.”

It was cute, the way Y/N sat nervously with her hands in her lap, a few loose tendrils of hair falling into her face and making her look even more gorgeous than she already did, if that was possible, Kara thought. But she also thought that this wasn’t the way things were done. Dominants weren’t supposed to sit in the laps of their submissives – but wait, Y/N wasn’t even hers. So maybe… she glanced at the back of the head of the person in front of her, then over at Y/N.

In seconds she had moved over and was sitting in Y/N’s lap.

“O-oh,” Y/N said, startled, slowly moving her hands up so that her arms wrapped around Kara’s waist, holding loosely. “Are you… comfortable, Miss Kara?”

“Very,” Kara said, taking a deep breath and relaxing so that she leaned back against Y/N. She felt Y/N’s chin come to rest on her shoulder, and Kara smiled, once again feeling warm and happy. She opened her mouth to speak when a sarcastic voice at her left stopped her.

“Don’t you need to get into costume, munchkin?”

Kara tensed in spite of herself, in spite of being so used to these jokes. She’d been called worse, during her time at the Academy; if it hadn’t been for Alex she wouldn’t have had any friends at all, really. She knew they all envied her talent, her ability to make jaws drop and eyes water with a simple note sung with power at the end of a song. Her classmates showed their jealousy with insults about her height or whatever else they could think of, and despite her best efforts to not let it bother her, some days were easier than others.

“Sir, I think you might want to be quiet so that you’re not asked to leave.”

Kara craned her neck around to look at Y/N in shock. Y/N’s eyes were dark with anger as she regarded the man that had spoken rudely to Kara.

“Oh, really, and why is that?” he sneered.

“Because,” Y/N said calmly, “As you can see, there are children here, so no dicks are allowed.”

Kara nearly choked as the man turned almost purple with rage, before finally turning around and focusing his gaze back on the screen. She began to shake with the effort of trying not to laugh out loud, and shivered when she heard Y/N’s voice in her ear, low and uneven.

“Have I displeased you, my lady?”

She should warn Y/N against calling her that. She shouldn’t be thinking about Y/N as the knight who had just defended her honor. But Kara was helpless to do anything except shake her head no, because Y/N sounded so nervous and worried, so she said with a little giggle, “You’ve been around Maggie too long.”

“Maybe,” Y/N said, “But you need protecting, too.”

“And you’ll be the one to do that?”

There was a pause of what seemed to be an eternity, before Y/N at last said, her voice down to a whisper, “I want to be.”

The fanfare of No One Mourns the Wicked saved Kara from once again disappearing too far into her own thoughts, and the excited way in which Y/N clutched her only made her own excitement grow stronger. Kara had seen the show many times, and knew all the lines by heart, especially Elphaba’s, since it had long been her dream to someday play her on the stage, and so she was able to concentrate more on Y/N’s reactions. She was happy that Y/N laughed in the right places, applauded after all the songs, and it seemed to Kara that it was natural for the woman who held her, that Kara herself wasn’t the only who might be right at home in a theater.

“Do you need to leave?” Kara asked as Y/N breathlessly dragged her off to the restroom at intermission, words spilling out of her about how wonderful the actresses were, how fantastic Defying Gravity had been.

Y/N stared at her as if she’d grown three heads, and Kara laughed, squeezing the girl to her. Their faces were inches apart, and it would be so easy to just…

But no. Not in a bathroom, for goodness’ sake.

They stood on their feet in raucous applause through the curtain call, and for once in her life Kara made the decision to forego autographs at the stage door. She had more important things to attend to, she thought, even if for a split second she wondered if she’d gone insane; what could be more important than stagedooring?

But one look at Y/N’s face as Kara drove them towards the coffee shop was enough for her to know she’d made the right decision. She took the wrapped package into the shop with them, laughing and ignoring Y/N’s pouts until they’d both ordered – and Y/N had gotten chocolate chip cookies again – and sat at a table far in the back away from prying eyes, before sliding the present across to Y/N.

“For me?” Y/N said, taking off the Emerald City glasses and resting them next to her coffee cup.

Kara shook her head. “For you, little brat.” She smiled. “Open it, whenever you’re ready.”

But Y/N simply stared at the package, running the tips of her fingers over the paper and the ribbon, seemingly lost in thought. Kara was beginning to know that faraway look well, the expression that told her once again Y/N had slipped into the past, to a memory she might not have wanted to revisit.

She reached out and captured Y/N’s hand with hers. “Are you all right?” she asked.

Y/N smiled at her slightly. “I just… haven’t had a present in a long time, Miss Kara.”

“Not since…”

“He let me sleep on the bed once, for Christmas. At the foot. For a few hours anyway; he said he wouldn’t have enough room to be comfortable if I was there all night.”

Maybe she could hire Maggie as a hit man… Kara squeezed Y/N’s hand again. “Well now you don’t have to worry about that, and maybe your friends will help make up for that lack of presents.”

“Friends,” Y/N echoed, giving Kara a strange look.

“Open it, Y/N.”

She did, slowly and reverently, and Kara realized with a grin that Y/N was going to be one of those people, who opened every present as slowly as possible, while making sure not to tear any of the paper or ribbons, because they wanted to save them. It gave her a little thrill, though, thinking that maybe Y/N would want to save the paper and ribbon in a scrapbook. A reminder of the date they’d first shared.

Kara watched in nervous anticipation as Y/N lifted out the sketchbook. Her eyes fell on the front cover, her mouth opening in a little “o” as she read the inscription.

A bird does not sing because she has the answers. She sings because she has a song.

Y/N said nothing as she opened the book and began to leaf through the empty pages, and Kara began to worry that she didn’t like it. Maybe she should have gone with a necklace. Or a charm. But all of those… those were gifts a Mistress bought for her girl, and even though things were probably going a lot faster than they needed to with Y/N, Kara knew they weren’t ready for that yet, if they would ever be.

But then Y/N looked at her, and the tears fell down her cheeks as her lips trembled into a smile. “It’s g-gorgeous, Miss Kara, I—“ She stopped then, unable to speak.

Kara let out the breath she’d been holding. “Really?” she said. “You liked it? I-I just know you love to draw and, well, you’ve got paper and pencils but I wanted you to have something that you could use to keep all of your sketches together. And I know you like birds, so when I found a book with the quote on it, I thought maybe…”

“I love it. Thank you, thank you so much.”

They sat together in the coffee shop talking until the sun had slipped under the horizon. Kara told Y/N about her father’s illness, about how she’d been meant to go to New York but hadn’t, and how much she loved the theater.

“Do you ever want to go?”

“To New York?” Y/N nodded, and Kara shrugged. “Sometimes I do wonder if I am past my time for that,” she answered honestly.

“I don’t think someone like you could ever be past time to do what you want, Miss Kara. Maybe you can sing for me sometime, and let me decide that.”

Kara blushed. “Maybe I will.”

They drove back to NIa’s house in silence, both women happy and warm in the glow of first date bliss. Kara was bound to chivalry as usual and insisted on walking Y/N to the door, both because it’s just what was done, and also because she knew Y/N was tired, and she didn’t want her steps to falter on the way. So she walked beside Y/N, watching for any sign of a stumble, then stood underneath the lamplight when they reached Nia’s door. The house was dark and Kara was relieved; she’d half-expected Nia to be watching for them out the window.

“I had a wonderful time,” she said to Y/N. “I’m really, very proud of you for doing all of this. For doing it for me. Thank you so much.”

In the dim light Kara could see Y/N turn pink as Kara hugged her. “It was for me too,” Y/N confessed. “I just want… more time with you, Miss Kara.”

Kara pulled back then, no longer hugging Y/N but still holding close to her. Their faces were inches apart again…

Kara leaned up on her toes and gently, softly pressed her lips to Y/N’s. Once again she pulled back and waited, her eyes searching Y/N’s.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around her as her lips met Kara’s in another kiss. These kisses weren’t like the first one Kara had shared with Y/N; frenzied desperation had been replaced with gentleness, and with Y/N’s hands splayed across her back and Kara’s hands held safely, securely around Y/N’s waist, Kara knew that wrong or not, too soon or not…

As somewhere in the dark she could hear a bird sing, as they kissed over and over in the lamplight, Kara knew there would definitely be more time with Y/N Hastings.

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