For the loooooongest time I thought Hannibal said, "pretty petunia, Will," and for the longest time I just went with it, wondering why no one ever brought it up, until I finally watched with subtitles(my third watch through a year or so ago) and felt like an idiot. I literally thought when Will asked 'aren't you?" he was asking Hannibal if he was gay. I thought when Hannibal confirmed he was confirming he was gay! Either way we all know Hannibal was thinking solely about Will's petunia.
Notes- Yes, I know I abandoned this particular account for a while, but I'm going to try and do better to start writing on here again. I missed you all and I hope you enjoy what I have coming up!
Summary- You're his bride and he intends to, without a doubt, claim you as his own. You can get to know each other later on. (1,792 Words)
Warnings- DUBIOUS CONSENT, Yandere(?), Loss of Virginity, Cunnilingus, Size Kink(Kinda?), P in V sex/Penetrative sex, Forced Marriage, Temp Difference
It was arranged so quickly. The moment Marcus found light coming back into his eyes from one special little human Aro was quick to ensure this liveliness remained. Marcus is useful to Aro, he'll be even more useful when he has reason to exist again. So, you were plucked from your group and locked away in a fancy little room.
In only a few hours your world is flipped on its head. Vampires are real. Vampires are here in Volterra, Italy. Vampires have kings. Vampires have special gifts. One of the vampire kings decided to keep you. In a few days you'll be married to that king. In a few weeks you'll be turned.
Everything skillfully moved so quickly you barely had time to process a single thing. You met the king, Marcus, a tall and broad man who held an air of emptiness around him. Yet, he stared at you with such deep contemplation you couldn't understand it. He had dark hair that fell to his shoulders. Crimson eyes that look like they hadn't actually seen for years until now. He looked like a sculpture, a Greek God made out of marble and turned to flesh.
You'd be a liar if you said you didn't feel an odd pull towards him.
The first meeting he said nothing as you pressed yourself against the opposite wall, crying and pleading to go home. The second meeting he told you his name and asked for yours. The third time he woke you as you slept, offering you fruits. The fourth time he showed you the castle garden. The fifth time you were in a wedding dress being ushered down an aisle towards him.
Your heart pounded in your ears during the entire ceremony. The ring on your finger felt weighted with things you couldn't begin to understand. His lips on yours was like icy stone, yet burning with need.
In mere hours you were in an unbelievably large bedroom. His chambers, as he called it, were filled with shelves on one wall. Those shelves were filled with books. A large desk holds parchments and scrolls. There was a balcony but it was hidden by heavy maroon curtains. The bed frame was made of gold, twisting upwards in four posts that have burgundy sheer drapes over them. The sheets are creme colored silk and the blankets are the same shade of burgundy as the sheer drapes.
"You look out of place in your white dress, my bride." Marcus's cold hands land on your shoulders just as fast as his warm voice hits your ears. His nose brushes your neck. "Is there something to be done to make you more comfortable?" He asks softly.
You shake your head softly. You're still tense, you know what's coming next. You both want it and fear it. Then again you don't know if you actually want it or if you've been convinced you should want it.
His frigid, large hands trace your sides before undoing your dress. You shiver as the dress falls.
"Lay down for me, Kardiá mou." He gently pushes you towards the bed.
You feel exposed and out of place as your back falls against the silk sheets. Your heart beating faster once again.
"Such beauty..." Marcus whispers almost reverently as he strips away his robes.
Slowly, piece by piece you are both left bare before each other. His cold skin against yours as he kisses you with the same desperation as during the ceremony.
"Tell me, my darling, do you love me?" He whispers against your lips.
"Love?" You ask back quietly.
"Yes. Do you love me?"
You hesitate, because you don't know. "I hardly know you."
A rumble comes from his chest. You aren't sure if it's a laugh or a growl but it makes you stiffen.
"You will." He says with a hint of promise. His hand brushes your hair back. "You will, Psychí mou."
He kisses you again, more feverishly. Your head feels fuzzy with the intensity. His hands trace down, he cups your chest. Groping and kneading your flesh till your head spins more. Each small gasp you make he swallows like it's his own personal oxygen. One of his hands travels lower despite your anxiety.
He hushes you as you try to pull away. "Don't worry, my love, it will feel good." He promises.
You tremble as his fingers move lower and he swipes his pointer finger through your folds. Marcus rubs his knuckle against your clit, the bundle igniting at the action. A gasping whine leaves your lips, and for the first time you think you see him smile.
"See? Kardiá mou is already enjoying it." He kisses your cheek. "Aren't you?" He asks rhetorically.
He tilts his head as he watches your reactions. His left hand is still kneading your breast while his right hand rubs those nerves soft and slow.
"Have you ever been touched before?"
"N-no..." You breathlessly admit.
"No..." He repeats with relief, as if you said yes it would be a personal affront to him. He hums. "I'll have to be gentle with you even more then, my bride."
Abruptly both administrations stop. You almost miss it, but you're also a little glad he pulled away. Your thoughts are short lived as he moves his head lower.
"What are you doing?"
He smiles, just a little against the skin of your thigh. "If I stretch you with my fingers I won't get the satisfaction of tearing your hymen with my cock."
Your heart stutters with your words. "W- what?"
"I'm going to pleasure you with my tongue, my precious bride, that way it won't hurt as much when I claim you." He explains patiently with a hint of dark excitement.
You almost choke as his frozen cold tongue lands on your heated cunt. You feel like you can't breathe as he licks up. You hadn't expected this. Your hands flail a bit as you try to figure out what to do.
He pulls away only briefly. "Grab the sheets, grab me, whatever you need, Koúkla mou." He says gently, but his voice is darker now, thick with desire.
One of your hands grabs the sheets. Your other hesitates, but the second he dives back in you find yourself grabbing his hair. His silky strands are as soft as the sheets. You could almost be distracted if it wasn't for how deeply he's licking you.
His tongue traces around your hole, his nose rubs your clit. Then he goes back up, sucking on that tiny bundle like it's his favorite thing. You feel your back arch slightly off the bed, you can't decide if you want to pull away or receive more. The heat of your pussy is stark against his cold mouth.
"Please, please, please~" You plead mindlessly.
You can feel him smile as he moves his mouth faster, more intentionally. Right before you can reach that peak that you had never felt, he pulls away.
Leaving you breathless as he kisses back up your stomach to your neck. Each chilled kiss makes you shiver. Goosebumps blooming over your heated skin.
"Are you ready, my perfect bride?" He whispers against your neck.
"Ready?"
"For me to finally claim you..." His fangs brush your neck. "As my wife."
"I- I don't know." You whisper back.
His nose brushes your ear. "Such sweetness... You don't have a choice."
You tremble as he uses his fingers to spread your folds open. His frigid cock swipes your hole. You squeeze your eyes shut as he opens your legs wider. You bite your lip as you feel him start to push in.
You gasp and cry out as he starts to enter. It only takes a moment for you to feel the pressure and the release of it. Marcus rumbles again as a few dribbles of blood coat his cock.
"You're doing so well, Psychí mou."
He's half way in when he pauses only for a moment before continuing to push deeper in.
"You're... so small, Koúkla mou... so tight..." He says against your neck.
In one final quick move he buries himself to the hilt. You let out a screaming cry at the pain. He stays perfectly still, cooing and soothing you through the pain.
He remains for a while. Silent and steady as you cry softly.
"You're doing wonderfully, my bride." He says with a soft smile.
He moves one hand down to where the two of you meet. He rubs your clit softly with his thumb. Gentle and slow circles that make you melt.
"That's it, my darling." He encourages.
He finally makes his first thrust. Lightly pulling out, slow and steady, before just as softly sliding back in. The mixture of liquids makes it smoother for him to do so.
Then he does it again and again, and again. Before you can even realize it he isn't being soft and slow. His pace is steady as he pounds into you. Harder than a normal human can but not enough to hurt you. He murmurs as he leaves kisses over your neck about needing to turn you soon. He murmurs about how perfect you are. The metal bed frame bends as he grabs one of the bars with his right hand while his left grips your thigh to hoist your leg up.
He grunts soft and quiet, you can barely hear him over your own whimpering moans and soft pleads for him not to stop. He captures your lips, bruising them like he left marks on your neck.
"Say you love me." He commands you darkly. "Tell me you love me, Psychí mou."
Lost in the pleasure you don't quite think of what he's demanding. You oblige despite logic. "I love you, I love you, I love you~" You repeat in between whimpers.
"My perfect... beautiful... wife." He pants softly as he gets closer, accentuating his words with thrusts. "Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you." You moan as you get closer to that peak as well.
Marcus growls. "Again."
"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" You cry out, your body tensing with need as a coil twists in your tummy.
He thrusts harder, growling up until you let out a pleased cry of release. Your liquids squirting out around his cock. He bites into your neck as he cums after, filling your burning hot core with startlingly cold cum. You yelp at the bite, as his fangs burrow into your skin, but you're so spacey you can hardly keep your eyes open.
You fall asleep to him licking your neck clean and the sound of his voice.
"I love you as well, my wife, Zoí mou."
~Loose Translations (Cause I don't know Greek and used a website)~
The fun part of writing something with multiple parts is when you write one of the chapters before another. Example: I am currently writing part 3 with only having a single paragraph of part 2 done.
Dhawan!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Simm!Master x Fem!Reader, Minor Missy x Fem!Reader
Summary- You meet Harold Saxon, and you know who he really is. You meet M.I.S.I, but you know who she really is. You meet O, and both of you know, you know who he really is. After his reveal, well what else should he have done? It's always been you, and he knows it. (1,449 Words)
You walk down the halls with the quickest steps you could muster without running. Your heels beat on the floor, clicking with a fast paced rhythm as you make your way closer to your destination. The doors open for you the second you reach them. You hold your head up high and resist the urge to catch your breath.
You have to resist another urge when you see the very man you were there for. This urge was to run in the opposite direction. You've never met the prime minister, you hadn't even seen him in a photo. But, one thing you know for a fact this wasn't some man called Harold Saxon. No, this man, he's the Master.
You shake off what you see is obvious. You shake off the truth. You fix your straining smile and walk in calmly.
"Good morning, Mr. Saxon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
He grins knowingly. "I'm sure it is. Please, sit with me."
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"I am M.I.S.I." You hear a woman claim.
Finally you meet up with the Doctor and Clara as a supposed robot woman explains her functions. You glare at the back of the woman's head until you meet her face. Your eyes widen at the blue eyes that pierce your being.
"It seems you have not received the official 3W greeting package." She speaks, stepping forward quickly.
You hear Clara and the Doctor make shocked warning noises before the woman's lips are on yours. Her eyes stared back into yours as her lips move roughly against yours.
You gasp once she releases you. Not for air, no. No, you knew those eyes that bared down on you. You know that fake smile, though it's feminine now. You know this woman, you just knew her as a man.
This wasn't just some random robot, no, this woman was the Master.
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You step off the TARDIS and into the hot Australian sun. You follow slowly behind the fam. The heat already feels like it's attacking you. Still, you let out a breath of relief taking in the still of the outback. You smile, glowing in the beating sun.
You take the time to look at the shack, as Graham blocks the view of the Agent the Doctor wants help from. The shack is simple, but beautiful. Something disturbing does derive in your chest. It's energy feels so familiar...
Curiously, you finally walk forward.
Your eyes meet a pair of deep brown eyes that stare at you. Another familiar string is struck. It couldn't be, Missy died... You shake your head for a moment and accept the hand he holds out.
"It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you during my time at MI6."
You blink. Even the way he shakes your hand feels the same. "I'm sorry, uh, what- what's your name again?"
His eyes widen in surprise. "Yes, sorry I was so excited to greet you. I'm O."
"O?" You question a smile forming once more on your face. "What an odd name." You laugh.
He stares for a moment longer before the two of you are beckoned inside.
The longer you sit with him, the longer you talk, the longer you stay in his presence the more sure you become. He isn't some random agent with an unhealthy passion. He isn't even human.
You know this man, and you know him too well. He's the Master.
You express silently your distrust towards him, but you don't tell the Doctor your theory. You doubt she'd believe you anyways. You're careful with your words shared, and you're guarded in your actions. You don't know what his plan is; you don't want to know.
His actions, however, begin to confuse you.
A breath is ripped from you as he winks at you after telling the Doctor to look for the "Spymaster".
A yelp escapes you when he pulls you behind him as the room panics over the arrival of the Kasaavin.
A heat brushes your face as he compliments your dress before you go to the party.
A beat skips in your chest as his arms wrap around your waist while you drive the bike down the road.
A shiver crawls up your spine as he lays a hand on the small of your back breathlessly sliding by you on the plane.
Then the mask breaks. The performance ends and he shatters the secret on the ground. "Got me, well done."
Everything moves so quickly. You watch in shameful awe at his shack flying side by side to the plane. You deadpan at his excitement and the Doctor's ignorance. You share a glance with the others, their confused faces build guilt. You should've said something...
"Me and her go away back." The Master says walking back down the aisle. "We do too, don't we love?" He winks at you.
"Why aren't you freaking out too?" Graham questions.
"Because she already knew."
You frown. "I always know."
He laughs and continues his explanation.
You cringe when he throws the shrunken version of the real O to the floor. You roll your eyes as he jumps in giddy childish joy. You don't move when the group rushes towards the cockpit. You flinch back as he screams to the Doctor.
The Master turns to you as the team panics in the front of the plane. "Hello darling."
You glare. "I thought we already greeted each other."
"I always have time to greet you again." He grins.
"Are you- Are you flirting with me?"
"Depends," He says leaning over you. "Is it working?"
You don't get a chance to reject him because Yaz starts questioning, the Master is drawing in more Kasaavin, a bomb goes off, then the plane starts going down.
You hold on as tight as you can. Wind whips making every word shared unheard. One thing you do hear is all the screaming. You don't scream until you're grabbed, but it only lasts a moment before everything is suddenly calm.
Your lungs burn and your head feels like lead. The room must've been spinning. Are you even still in the plane? You fail to grasp your new surroundings. Leaning on the Master proves the only thing you can actually do. The Master rambles and his words sound underwater. At least, now you know you're not on the plane, this place was too quiet. The lights are red and most of the room is obscured in shadows.
His words slowly start to form in your head.
"Really, you should thank me for saving you. You should praise me for my generosity." He stands tall with a single arm wrapped around you.
You go to critique and berate him for your friends sake. You're sure the Doctor will find a way to save them, but that doesn't take away your anger. Sadly, only a squeak comes out.
"I suppose, it isn't that surprising. I always keep you out of harm's way, don't I? My pretty little human." You can hear him huff when you don't respond.
He pulls you away from him slightly causing you to stumble a bit.
"Speaking of human, you're so dramatic. It isn't that disorienting." He pets your hair. "It does work out rather nicely though. You'll be tucked away kindly while your Master finishes all the nasty work."
You look at him with blurry eyes. "I don't understand, why?"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" He crowds your space by pulling you flush against him. "You're my favorite."
His lips greet yours and you find yourself unable to pull away. His hands hold you in place. A groan leaves your throat as your dizzy mind quickly runs out of air. You're left resting your head in the crook of his neck after he pulls away. You sway lightly on your feet, but he holds you up like you're precious.
You let out a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs properly. "Why? I don't understand?"
"You're repeating yourself love." He rolls his eyes, picks you up bridal style, and walks towards a dim lighted hall.
"Why do you like me?" You expand on your words slowly.
There's always a time for firsts, and now is no exception. You realize that by seeing a soft smile grace his face. You don't even remember Missy smiling like this before.
"Because, you always know, and it's always been you." He lays you on a silk covered bed. "Now, get some sleep, you humans are far too fragile for you to stay awake. We'll talk more once this is all over." He pushes your hair back and leaves a gentle kiss to your lips. "Sweet dreams, my dear."
AHHH HELLO QUEEN I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH. Woke up and saw you opened requests tee-hee. You can ignore this if it isn't something you'd like to do obvs.
I would like to request a part 2(?) to Not a Child Not my Job with the Criminal Minds. I've been dying ever since I've read it. Preferably when reader is still fighting and being 'bratty'. Id love to see the dynamic more
Thanks so much in advance queen love u (platonically)❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
So I actually debated several years ago making this a series, but I then decided I was never going to touch it ever again. There was also the problem when I wrote it so long ago I didn't really know how to tag back then, but I know I mentioned way too briefly it being a regressor fic I just didn't know if people actually knew it was, I still don't know if people do, so I always feared posting a part two and it disappointing people. Point is, it's been almost 3 years since writing it and I just can't seem to bring myself to continue the story. Even without the anxiety I wouldn't know where to take it. I didn't want to leave this ignored because it's one of my most requested part twos, but I just can't seem to write it out. I'm really sorry to anyone disappointed by this, but thank you so much for liking the story so much.
If you would like more Criminal Minds age regression I'm planning on posting some on my other blog soon.
Have a good day! And, thank you so much for your request Anon. 🩷
Summary- The Master brings you a gift to make leaving you on earth a little more bearable for the both of you. (1,431 Words)
Warnings- Choking, Lead up to Smut But No Actual Smut, Being Unaware of Requited Love, The Master Doesn't Know How to Say I Love You
Your ever growing relationship with the Master confused you more and more everyday. You were never sure if it was actually a relationship, but he was yours even if you weren't his. You could easily admit you love him, you could drop to your knees and pray to him like a god. It wasn't healthy. You know that. Still, he's your Master, he's said it himself.
Your fingers run across your neck. The bruises and hickeys are already fading away again. Your neck is never left empty for very long anymore, but it still made you sad when they disappeared for those couple of days. The only thing you have to keep you connected to him when he's away. You don't think he sees it that way, you think it's just his sadism and he likes to see the bruises.
You've been left at home for a week now. Not so secretly, you hope he comes back before the marks disappear completely. God, you need to call your therapist, or someone. Hm, you know actually, maybe, you could go out tonight. A night of fun with the girls? Would they even pick up? You spend so much time with the Master, do they even consider you a friend anymore?
Before you can spiral in your thoughts, a shattering in your kitchen takes your attention. You rush out knowing exactly who it is.
"That wasn't there before! Oh, well." You hear the Master laugh.
"You know I was actually going to drink those."
The glass and liquid cover your kitchen floor. The cheap bottles of wine stain your tile floor. The Master stands, much too happily, on the other side of your kitchen island.
"They weren't worth the money you spent." He tells you nonchalantly. "I have a present for you."
You laugh. "And you had to ruin my kitchen to give it to me?"
"Oh, don't be like that."
"I have to clean it up!" You laugh without alarm.
"Ugh! Shut up!" He rounds the island, stepping on shattered glass, and tracking the wine with his shoes. "Go sit on the couch."
"What? You're going to clean my kitchen?" You joke, already heading towards the furniture.
The living room is filled with the little bit of light that fled in from the kitchen. You look over your shoulder as you sit down. You roll your eyes as the Master struts into the room with you.
"You're tracking wine onto my carpet." You complain lamely. "My landlord is going to freak."
"I could kill him." He smiles at you as he sits down.
"Ha. Ha." You deadpan.
The Master's smile turns into a grin. "I'm serious."
"And then where would I live?" You shake your head.
"On the TARDIS."
Laughing in disbelief you roll your eyes. "Yeah, so you can get even more annoyed with my humanity. Great idea."
His smile falters. "I'm serious."
Your smile falls as well. "No you aren't."
You lean on the arm of the couch. Staring at the room so plainly decorated, you sigh. The room was filled with tension, yet it seemed so serene. Even now, you bask in his presence. You always have, and you always will.
In a few moments he moves. The Master pulls a box out of his pocket, and you wonder how it fit inside there. The box is a dark purple and the bow is pink.
"You're right. I don't want you living in the TARDIS..." He hesitates. "Yet. But, you don't like being alone anymore."
"I'm fine being alone." You claim.
"Fine! You're fine being alone, but don't think for a second I don't know the main reason you like," He grins. "Playing so much when I get back."
"You forget how horny humans are, and you told me I can't play with anyone else because then I'll be contaminated."
The Master borderline growls. "I don't like what's mine being used by someone that isn't me." His hand moves to your throat.
Despite the tight grip he holds you in place with a trained level of care. His thumb rubs over one of your hickeys. The rough rubbing of his thumb on the sore spot feels nice. You swallow hard replaying his words. It's the first time he ever called you his, and though you think it was more of a possession than a partner thing, it was nice.
"My point was," He whispers. "You don't like not being claimed for so long."
"Why say it like that?" You laugh nervously.
He squeezes your throat a bit more. "Because it's true. You like belonging to me." He grins. "I like owning you."
His hand drags you closer to him. Your lips meet forcefully. Your ability to breathe gets worse and worse as he deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as he controls your intake of air. You moan into his mouth, and groan louder as he pulls away.
"So I found a compromise." He says against your lips. He pulls away completely, dropping his hand back down to the box in his lap. He holds it out. "Open it."
You take the box hazily. "If I hate this," You grab the bow by one end. "Can I return it?"
You laugh at his offended face. Once he realizes it's a joke, he smiles too. "If you don't like it, I'll personally shove it down the designer's throat."
You roll your eyes pulling the bow apart. "Liar."
Once again his smile falls. "Not for this."
You look at him skeptically. The bow falls to the sides of the box. Only for a second, you hesitate to open the lid. Opening it does little to cure your curiosity because there is a wrapping protecting the gift from your eyes. You laugh to yourself, annoyed at the paper. You skeptically glance at the Master again, and then remove the paper.
You blink once then twice. It was gorgeous. It had to be the darkest shade of purple you've ever seen, it was almost black. There are diamonds that shine in the minimal lighting. There's a metal tag on it engraved with what you're very aware is Gallifreyan.
Your voice barely makes it out of your throat. "You got me a collar?"
"Commissioned. I even had it fitted to your neck. It's perfect."
"I don't want to touch it." You admit, nervously, quietly.
"What?" He asks angrily.
"Not like that." You say not looking up from the gift. "It's too... pretty."
You can feel him relax immediately next to you. "If it's only pretty, then it isn't good enough."
You laugh a bit too loudly for your own ears. "Isn't good enough? Are you kidding? I can't- I don't think I'd be able to count to the number this must've cost."
"You can't." He says proudly.
Slowly you touch the tag. It's cold against your fingers. "What does it say?"
"I think that should be obvious. It says you're mine. That you belong to me."
"That's it?" You tease.
He gets a glint in his eye. "Yes."
"Lame." You lie with a smile.
A part of you wonders if this actually means anything to him. If it really is just a possession thing. Even if it is, it feels good to be wanted by him. Even if it was only for one thing...
"I want to put it on you," He tells you. "But I need to do one more thing first."
"One more thing?"
He takes the box from you and sets it on the coffee table. You look at him confused, but he cups your face, kissing you. Very quickly he moves down. He nips at your neck, reapplying the hickeys that were fading. He bites a few spots over the fading bruises.
"Master..." You breathe out his name.
He shushes you. "Shhh, I can't cover your neck without covering your neck."
You can feel him grin as he bites down on your neck again. You're so distracted you don't notice him grab the collar out of the box. His hand slides into your hair. Grabbing a handful of it he pulls it up.
"Mast-"
"Hold this up for me, gorgeous." He tells you, guiding your hands to hold your hair up.
You obey easily. "Yes, Master."
His hands glide against your skin before the leather does. It's cool against the heated skin of your neck. It makes you stiffen a bit until he properly latches it to you.
He stares at you, his pupils are blown wide. He whispers something in Gallifreyan before sighing. "Take off your clothes."
Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge.
Summary- One month after coming back from rehab the people of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital finally meet the real reason House has gotten better. Surprisingly, it's a woman, a much younger woman, a younger woman who is his new wife. (2,202 Words)
Notes- Don't blame me. This old man is hot.
Warnings- Age Gap (Not specified), One time use of Y/N, Jealous Cuddy
They really didn't understand. Yes, he went to rehab. Yes, he was off Vicodin, but how did he do that? How is he maintaining it? Why was he able to function? They knew they should have faith, but they just didn't understand.
Not to mention the secret phone calls Chase and Taub have noticed. The private lunches Wilson wasn't invited to. The lack of comments on Cuddy or Thirteen's bodies. The crooked smile Foreman sees him throw at his phone screen from a mysterious texter. The pressed shirts he sometimes wears. Every little detail added up, but not one of them could figure out the answer to this equation.
Wilson was the only one to think it was someone, but even he didn't maintain that thought for too long.
It took a whole month of their prying eyes until House finally invited you to the hospital. You understood his apprehension. You cared about him, so if you were to remain a secret for his sake you would. That isn't to say you were ecstatic to finally be welcomed in to see him work.
You can't help but laugh as every doctor and nurse who passes by the two of you walking side by side stares. It makes sense, you in your nice dress and big smile walking next to the hospital grump. Well, maybe more of the hospital bully.
"Are they all this nosy?" You laugh.
House grins. "Pretty much."
"Fantastic."
The two of you make your way up to his office chatting idly. You both agree on which burger place you should go tonight once your introduction inevitably ends in a dramatic interrogation. You laugh as he mimics the faces he thinks his friends will make. Though, you know he'll never admit he sees them as friends.
His team stares as you walk into the secluded part of his office. You smile to yourself as they stare at House who holds the door open for you.
"Show off."
"Just putting on a show for the audience." He says loudly, and you know they heard him through the thin glass.
You roll your eyes. You walk around the office, but take special interest in his messy desk. Organized chaos, is how you'd describe it. You toss the oversize tennis ball up only for him to catch it. Sitting in his chair you start stealing stuff from the desk at random as he attempts to steal it all back just as quickly.
"Will you quit it." He jokes. "You're acting like an unruly child."
"Says the man who can't share." You grin up at him. You stand up while he scoffs dramatically. You bite your lower lip with a grin. "Forgive me. I'm curious by nature."
His free hand falls to your hip, and you adjust his collar. "Careful, I'm starting to think you're flirting with me."
"Oh, thank God." You sigh. "I thought you were too stupid to notice for a second there."
Ignoring the multitude of eyes you can see observing obsessively from the other side of the glass, you lean up to kiss your husband. He hums into your mouth, and you pull away.
"I think. Your team might need their leader." You say, patting him on the arm.
"Damn." He turns to look at them. "I thought if I distracted you long enough you'd forget and we could put on a real show." He widens his eyes dramatically as he speaks.
You spare him a laugh before pushing him towards the glass door. "C'mon, I'm excited to meet your kids."
He rolls his eyes and opens the door. "Just cause we're married doesn't mean you get any custody, your far too young to be an evil step mom."
"Well, that's what makes me so good at it. Marry the older man just to torment his kids and get in his will." You tease.
"Damn!" He slams his cane on the floor. "You're telling me I fell for this again? What do you mean you don't love me for me?"
You laugh as he bats his eyes at you, and you shove him lightly. "Shut up."
"Make me."
Shaking your head, you watch as he walks further into the room of stunned individuals. Half of the room stutters to get a proper question out while the other half continue to stare in shock.
"Yes, yes," House silences them. "I know my wife is unbelievably hot, and you don't know why I settled for her." You laugh at his comment. "But let's all be professional here and talk about the case. Got it?"
One man, you think it's Foreman, speaks up. Something about muscular dystrophy. Honestly, you're not listening because you're busy trying not to laugh at the two men staring at you with fear. You zone back in for a minute to hear House insult the group and send them off.
They all look back as they leave, even watching through the window as they go down the hall.
"You're so mean." You pout at him. "They don't need an evil step mother when they already have you."
He laughs, that soft genuine one that you only get when alone. You lean against the arm of his chair as he flips through the file with disinterest. With a gentle hand you run your fingers through his hair. He hums and pulls you to sit on his good leg.
"Such a good boy." You coo jokingly.
"Rwoof!" He barks, and you laugh. Tossing away the file he pretends to growl and starts biting at you.
"Stop!" You giggle. "Bad House!" You swat at his hands that grab you.
"You're right, you are bad." He purrs.
"I was talking about you." You reply with your noses almost touching.
"Please, forgive me Mrs. House."
"Still can't believe you convinced me to take your idiotic last name." You shake your head. "A damn building."
"Shut up." He grins.
You hum. "Make me."
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"There's no way she's actually with him." Foreman claims.
"Some actresses are desperate." Taub agrees.
"Enough to kiss him?" Chase argues.
"Did you see the way she looked at him?" Cameron interjects. "She loves him."
The group shake their heads in disbelief.
"But a wife? Maybe they're dating and just messing with us."
Cameron rolls her eyes. "Or~ He skipped town and got married because he actually loves her."
"I can believe he fell for her, but there is no way a woman like that fell for a man like him?" Taub says.
"He's right. She's like half his age."
"I'm going to assume you aren't talking about House. And if you are, I'm going to hope that this is some sick joke." Wilson says walking up on the group.
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You know you shouldn't keep him from going to the clinic, but you also know you can only get away with bossing him around so much before he retaliates. His smile is so special to you. You remember the first day you met. You remember how you made it your personal goal to make him smile genuinely. At the point in time you only wanted his friendship; you couldn't be happier for how it turned out. You love him more and more everyday.
"I can tell by the way you're staring you're being sappy again." He lolls his head to look at you.
You smile. "I can't help it. My husband is just so goddamn handsome." You lean over his chair and drape your arms around his shoulders. "So beautiful. A genius among men. And so?" You hum, kissing his neck. "Well, perfect."
"Stop flirting so hard!" He waves you off. "I already married you. You don't have to try so hard."
Despite his actions and words, House smiles softly at you. The blush creeping up his neck is ever so obvious to you. This moment feels blissful.
At least, until the door bursts open.
"What kind of prank is this?"
"Ahh! Wilson, you caught me! I got married on a New York strip just to mess with you!" House's sarcasm makes you laugh.
You stand up moving your hands to rest on the back of his chair. House looks up at you like you betrayed him by moving away.
"I'm Y/n. By the way, it's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Wilson."
The man looks at you shocked. "He isn't paying you for this?"
"No." You smile and shake your head. "I am surprisingly here of my own free will. And I had to beg him to let me come-"
"You have to do more than beg." You swat at House's shoulder as he laughs.
"To the hospital." You finish saying a bit louder. "I've been wanting to meet all of you, but as you know he's as stubborn as an ass."
"Coulda just said a mule." House fake pouts.
"But it wouldn't be as accurate to your true self." You tease.
"You-" Wilson stutters. "You're really with him?"
"Yes." You and House say in annoyed unison.
"Well I'll be damned..."
You grin. "With that kinda mouth you will be."
He looks at you shocked while House smiles. Wilson sits at the table looking shocked and insulted.
"If it helps his case any. The secret wedding in another state was my idea. Believe it or not he wanted you to officiate it." You say.
"Really?" He asks.
"No!" You and House speak together again.
"We wanted to actually get married quickly and decided to have a ceremony later on." House explains.
"You," Wilson points to him. "Want a ceremony?"
"No, God no! She wants a ceremony."
"Not a big one! Just some friends. I only have a handful of people I want there myself. But, it would be nice to wear a white dress and walk down an aisle." You defend. You think for a moment before tacking on. "You can still officiate it if you want."
"No he can't! Who would be my best man?" House argues.
You roll your eyes. "Oh, sorry I thought you still had a boy crush on Chase. Figured he could step in. Besides, he looked so excited when I said it."
"You can't-"
"Really, I'm just glad he's happy." Wilson interrupts, holding his hands up in defeat.
You lean back down re-resting on his shoulders. "Me too."
"Don't." House points between the two of you. "Start."
You kiss his cheek. "You love it when I dote on you, don't lie."
He doesn't respond with words, but he does give you your own peck. You look up to see Wilson conflicted with emotions.
"You know if you're jealous, I'm very open to sharing." You tease.
House looks at you incredulously. "Yeah! I'm not!"
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The rumors travel quickly. It's no surprise how quickly Cuddy hears. She doesn't believe it at first. House walking around with a pretty girl on his arm is absurd! She had to be a patient. She had to be a prank. She had to be using him, or he's using her.
She has to believe these things. She does believe them until she sees you in his office. Perched in House's lap, laughing and joking with Wilson like you're old friends. You look at your supposed partner like he makes the world spin. He doesn't smile much, he rolls his eyes, but his eyes brighten when he looks at her. Not that he looks away often, he's practically staring at you.
A part of her burns at the image in front of her. A part of her feels betrayed and insulted. Why do you get to have the good part of House? What was so special about you outside of your younger age? What do you have that she doesn't?
She wants to stay angry. She wants to stay jealous. Cuddy wants to punch all three of you. But, she can't. Not when she knows she couldn't help him. Not the way you have. You saved him, and she hates that it wasn't her.
Looking one more time she sighs then walks away.
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You don't want to be shady, but you couldn't help but smile to yourself watching the woman walk away through the glass. House told you everything about Cuddy. He told you everything about all of them. You know how he felt towards her, their long standing will they?/won't they? thing they had. You didn't want to be a bitch, but you're glad she regrets abandoning him the way she did.
"Stop smiling to yourself. Thought you said you're okay with sharing?" House teases.
"Any other woman. Sure." You tell him, leaving a chaste kiss to his lips.
Wilson looks behind him confused. "What- Who are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it pretty boy." House tells him.
"Oh, so he's pretty, but I'm not?" You cross your arms as you joke. "I see how it is."
"That is not- You listen here-"
"No thanks, I think I've heard enough. You clearly like Wilson more." You claim.
"She's caught on House." Wilson leans in, pretending to whisper. "At least she hasn't figured out that we're going to kill her for the money."
Yandere!Cg!Multi!Wells x Little!Fem!Reader x Yandere!Cg!Eobard Thawne
Technical Part 2 to A New Nursery
Notes- I added in Nash cause I love him, and when I wrote the other I hadn't gotten to that season yet, but he's here now. Just pretend he was busy on a mission during the other part, please lol. Also changed it to second person pov I couldn't get myself to write it in third..
It's been weeks, no, no, it's been months. Day and night one of the men coddle you, if not multiple. Eobard is around the most. They say it's because Barry can't know he's here, but you're pretty sure he's doubling as the guard dog keeping you locked in. Any plans you've made to escape are foiled easily by the genius men. You're surprised at how well they work together. It's such an unstable, odd family you've been forced into.
Sometimes it's hard to deny their affections. Harry praises you like you've never done anything wrong. H.R. tells the best bedtime stories. Nash gives some of the best, most sturdy hugs. Sherloque makes the best bottles you've ever had Eobard knows when you need something before even you do. Who could resist so much love? You certainly couldn't, at least, not forever. And, not much longer either.
The bars on your bed are raised so you can't get out. Well you could, but they installed an alarm for all the times you tried sneaking out. You kick your socked feet trying tiredly to kick the bars so you could set off the alarm. You're bored and annoyed at the past two hours you've spent alone in your nursery. Yes, you are supposed to be asleep, but you couldn't fall back asleep. You are still, however, tired enough to not want to scream your lungs out for their attention. You know they're all insomniacs one of them should be up; it doesn't matter it's 4am.
You kick at the bars tossing and turning in your fluffy blankets. You pull off one of your socks sloppily and throw it past the bars. Finally a little dot of light shines. You let out a whine when it almost immediately shuts back off. Realizing you aren't going to get their attention easily, you intake a bit of air before letting out a proper cry. You watch the light switch on again and let out another cry.
"Daddy!" You scream.
You didn't really want them. You didn't. You swear. You just can't stand the dark and silence anymore. You're tired and bored, and you don't want to be alone.
You grow more upset when no one shows up, not even a voice over the baby monitor. Something in your mind whispers something was wrong. Maybe that's why you couldn't sleep something bad happened and even though you're unaware your body isn't? Maybe you really are alone?
Your breathing picks up. Are they really going to leave you here? Where are they? No, no, you need them! Where are they? Where are they?
"Daddy!" You scream louder this time, panic filling your chest.
You call out desperately and start crawling over the bars. You can get over the bars, but that doesn't make it easy. You stumble over the railing and fall onto the floor. You cry even louder at the situation.
The next time you blink you're finally in someones arms. Eobard holds you effortlessly in his arms. You cling back in distress.
"Shh, princess. You're okay... Did you hurt yourself?" He comforts and questions all at once.
His voice is slow and as steady as his arms. He pulls the rails down and sets you back down in spite of your protesting sobs. Eobard checks over your legs and arms before picking you back up.
"You're alright." He confirms.
"Are you sure she's okay?" You see H.R. looking loving and anxious at the door.
Eobard almost rolls his eyes. "She's fine."
Tearfully you reach for the other man. He was better at being soft with you. H.R. is soft to everyone.
"Aww, you're so cute baby girl!" He coos. "We're sorry we didn't come in sooner, we wanted to see if you could go back to sleep alone."
H.R. takes you from Eobard's arms gently. You bury your wet face into his shirt. "No sleep." You claim brokenly. You spent hours just laying here and they were going to make you stay here alone longer? You thought they disappeared! You painlessly swat at him. The words you spewed clearly didn't make it past your brain as your tongue fights to keep up. You're left angrily babbling at the men.
"Okay, I think they get it. No more hitting, cricket." Nash says stealing you from H.R. even as the man pouts.
Nash starts walking out of the room with you. His hand lays your head on his chest and covers your eyes to protect you from the much brighter lights of the hallway. Sherloque and Harry are both sitting in the living room. Had they all really been awake and just left you alone? That wasn't nice. Your daddies aren't supposed to be mean. In your renewed hurt you smack at Nash's chest this time.
"Meanmeanmean!" You chant smacking him angrily.
"Alright, okay, I get it." Nash complains, catching your hands.
Sherloque looks at the two of you unimpressed. "I told you she'd react this way."
"She needs sleep."
"Well, she's clearly not getting any now." Harry answers back angrily.
"We know that." Nash shouts in annoyance still trying to calm down your tantrum. "Come on, cricket, can you take some deep breaths with me?" He asks sitting on the sofa with you in his lap.
You shake your head dramatically. "Nonononono!"
"Okay, okay..." He leans back pulling you with him.
Nash rubs your back calmly with his hand. Your cheek is pressed into his chest. He treats you gently regardless of your squirming and crying. You can hear the movement of the other men around you. Only a few words you pick up on, but most of their conversation is absent to you.
You calm down quickly. You hiccup a few times, but finally relax in his hold. Sadly the second you do, you're plopped into a different lap. You whine out at the action. Why would they move you now? Do they not know how to stop being mean?
The men maneuver you until you're cradled into Sherloque's arms now. Still you're pouty and spiteful at their actions, even if in the back of your mind you knew they were trying in their weird way to help. You smack at the bottle the french man tries to feed you.
"None of that Mon petit." He scolds you lightly.
"You're such a good girl." Harry praises. "Don't you want to be good for us, honey?"
You whine in displeasure. You aren't hungry. You're tired, yes the milk will taste good, but you didn't want to drink it.
Harry sits next to Sherloque and pets your hair. "Such a sweet girl, and you've had such a hard night, let us help you."
You puff, letting Sherloque slip the bottle's nipple past your lips. A few stray tears fall out of your eyes from your anger and your stress. Harry continues to praise you while you drink the bottle.
The night's finally taking its toll. Your eyes determinately start to loll.
The men watch as you officially start to drift off. You curl into Sherloque's arms, and he replaces the bottle with a pacifier. They all agree if your insomnia is going to progress as much as theirs they might have to change their tactics to sweet bottles more often. At least, you were falling into place in their home. At least, you let them care. You all are still learning, but it's getting better. For now, they hope you have the sweetest of dreams.
Summary- H.R. wants to go with reader to a new coffee shop opening up. Sadly, today he's a nervous wreck. (642 Words)
Notes- Not very long and also probably not very good. Also was supposed to be for a request, but I didn't feel it matched up well enough.
You didn't mean to blow him off earlier. Team Flash was taking the extra detour and time to train in an open field, and it was your job to make sure all the devices Cisco set up were running smoothly. You didn't have the extra second to entertain the newest Wells doppelganger, even though you really really wanted to. The second training was finished, you sought out the man you'd shrugged off earlier. An apology for being distant on your tongue, and ears prepared to listen to whatever creative endeavor was running through your partner's head this time.
When you find the man you can see his jagged smile making an attempt to appear brighter on his face. You watch with a slight frown as Barry accidentally tears the man down.
"You doin' alright, drummer boy?" You ask, walking up while Barry walks away. You hope the lilt in your voice makes him less uneasy.
H.R. perks up and turns to face you. "Ooh, you know just, uh, trying to keep the energy up!" His smile doesn't reach properly.
"That wasn't an answer to my question." You say kindly. "But, I'll move on... You were trying to tell me something earlier? Which, I am sorry for brushing you off, by the way." You wring your hands with an awkward smile.
You see an actual light enter his blue eyes. "Oh, right! It wasn't that important." H.R. tries to wave it off.
You scoff. "If it's bouncing around your brain I always find it important."
You walk up and calmly pull the taller man into you just enough for your bodies to touch. You look at him with loving eyes and you can literally see him melting.
"Why so nervous, drummer boy?"
"No reason." He giggles.
"So..." You start. "What's on your mind?"
"Well, you see, I, well." He stutters as you leave a trail of kisses on his neck.
"Spit it out H.R." You tease him.
"Coffee Shop!" He shouts as you bite him lightly.
You giggle this time. "Coffee shop?"
"Yeah. Yeah. There's a new one not too far from the park, and I thought maybe you and I could go to the opening?"
"When's the opening?"
H.R. blinks at you before rapidly searching for his phone. You see him deflate. "Ten minutes ago..."
"We can still go." You tell him sweetly.
"But, it already started..."
"We'll be fashionably late." You wink at him.
In an odd moment of confidence he dramatically holds his arm out for you to take. He swallows when you grin. "So... Uh, coffee?"
"So. Uh. Coffee." You smile and take his arm. "Lucky you, that's my favorite kind."
His steps are bouncy as the two of you tread down the sidewalk. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the little shop. A little chalkboard by the door claiming the shop's grand opening. Little tables scatter the area and an overly enthusiastic owner is interrupting tables.
H.R. is close to dragging you to the counter. The list is small and you both order the closest thing that sounds good. You pull your wallet out and pay before your partner can fumble for a wallet that you're almost certain is empty.
You both take a seat after the girl says she'll call out your order when ready.
"It is a quaint little shop isn't it?"
"I like the atmosphere!" H.R. says excitedly. "Feels like home."
"Like your home or just, home?" You question.
"Like how I feel when I look at you." You can tell he's flirting, but he also seems genuine.
You tease him. "You feel like the opening of a new coffee shop when you look at me? One hell of a feeling."
"I meant-"
You interrupt him. "I know." You giggle and slide your hand into his.
I stg I will post again soon. I just got Wi-Fi back yesterday. Moved all the furniture in and am organizing this new room... I plan on finishing tonight so I may post tonight or tomorrow idk yet. But, here's your quick update lmao. Love y'all! 💖
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