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In the Quiet After

Drum rolllllll 🥁… after voting commenced Isadora Capri came out on top, so here is a long awaited fic… and if it goes well I might consider making it a multi part story!!

Pairing: Isadora Capri x reader

Summary: The day she died, you did too... only slower. After Larissa's death you thought you would never find happiness let alone love again. Well, until you meet Isadora and she teaches you to breathe again.

TW: there are mentions of death, character death, some mental health.

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462 days...

Almost a year and a half from the day you lost her, your wife, the love of your life.

The day you married Larissa was the happiest day of your life, and the day you lost her was the day you broke. You remember it like a fresh wound.

You remember the students rushing to Wednesday as she walked out of the front gate, battered and bruised. You remember the way you looked for her, praying to see the pristine white hair towering over everyone, but it never came.

You called for her, your magic rippling under your skin as you started to panic. The look in Wednesday and Enid's eyes as they saw the green flowing through your veins when they told you she was gone.

You didn't wait, you ran as fast as your muscles would let you, superhuman vampire speed wasn't even fast enough. When you reached her she was lying on the greenroom floor, she looked peaceful her eyes closed, lips parted, not a hair out of place.

Larissa, my darling, please... open your eyes, please baby... let me see those blue eyes...

She was unmoving.

Larissa, please, please, please, breathe... I just need you to breathe...

You felt a hand on your shoulder, but didn't bother to see who it was.

Her heartbeat, I can't hear her heartbeat... Please baby please... Why can't I hear her heartbeat...

You let out a raw and guttural scream, holding her in your arms.

That was almost 18 months ago, now you're sitting in her office, long since converted to yours. After her death, Nevermore closed down for some renovations following the fire, and they attempted to replace the staff, but found it difficult to find someone willing to rebuild. That's when you stepped in, transitioning from professor and head of occult studies to principal. You went from teaching classes like hemomancy, dark alchemy, arcane history, ritual magic and shadows, even parapsychology. Now your spending your days keeping her legacy alive.

You spent every waking moment at the school, you made sure everything was perfect, including yourself, you used to show off your sense of style, students loved your tattoos, a stark contrast to Larissa. Now you wear pristine suits, tattoos covered, no hair out of place.

It’s been a few months now and the memory of your wife lives on, her portrait now hangs up in the grand hall, the students whisper stories of the great principal Weems and how she gave her life for the school.

But you remember her in different ways, the smell of her favorite perfume still lingers in the office, a bottle sits in the corner of your home vanity, you now wear your wedding ring on a gold chain around your neck, to painful to see it on your fingers most days.

You plastered on a bright smile as you walked the halls, greeting students, you tried your best to teach classes and not sound like a drone.

That was until you met the new music teacher, Isadora Capri. When her application came across your desk you didn't think twice, a child prodigy, a legend in the music industry AND an outcast, you couldn't say no. She immediately jumped in and took over the music department.

You told yourself that was all she was… another phenomenal professor added to the Nevermore roster. But she had a way of drawing attention without meaning to. Laughter followed her down the halls, the kind that used to echo here when Larissa was alive.

You were halfway through your morning rounds when you heard it… that laugh… bright and effortless, carrying from the large auditorium. Students had gathered around the new music teacher, their notebooks open, some whispering about how amazing she was, and others watching intently lost in the stories she shared.

You should have kept walking. You were never one to hover. But the sound was disarming in a place that had been silent for too long. You found yourself pausing by the doorway, sliding your phone into your pocket, your fingers finding the cool metal hanging over your beating heart… the wedding ring heavy against your chest.

That was a sound you hadn’t heard in so long, an unapologetic laugh, uncontrolled and alive.

Isadora looked up mid-sentence, catching your gaze. Her smile faltered for just a breath… polite, composed…before she turned back to her students. Still, something in the air shifted. A subtle pull that you couldn’t quite shake.

You smiled softly back at her before straightening your posture and walking back to your office. You told yourself that she was just being polite and that the smile didn’t mean anything. I mean what if it did, you recently lost your wife, could you really turn your back and start another relationship.

That was one of the worst nights you’d had since Larissa died, you hated yourself for even thinking of someone else, even with Larissa’s words echoing in your mind… promise me that if anything happens, you move on, find happiness my love… it still felt like betrayal.

That is until one night…

You had tried to keep things professional but you were avoiding Isadora to say the least, you spent long nights in your office making sure everyone else was gone before leaving. It wasn’t that you disliked Isadora; if anything, she scared you. She represented something you hadn’t let yourself imagine since Larissa: laughter, warmth… a future.

Tonight was no different. Your office was dim except for the lamp beside your desk. A half-written lesson plan sat in front of you, emails and research cluttering your laptop screen. You pretended to be at ease, until something interrupted your silence.

A melody…

You know that song. Larissa played it the night before the fire, humming it under her breath as she pinned up her hair, glancing in the mirror to find you sitting on the bed content with admiring her.

See something you like darling?

Well of course, though I would like it more if you weren’t clothed… you smirked

Now the melody curled through the corridors like candle smoke. Filling every empty and silent space. You set down your pen, staring at the closed office door as if the sound itself were calling to you.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re moving… heels clicking softly against the stone floor… following the sound down the hall like a ghost chasing warmth.

When finally you found it, Isadora was seated behind a gorgeous grand piano, eyes closed as she swayed, her hands moving like they were apart of the music itself. You watched for a moment, tears pricking your eyes before you knew you were crying.

Finally you stepped forward, your hand hovered over the polished piano surface, terrified that if you touched it the sound would fade to dust.

You hadn’t noticed that she looked up, her dark eyes studying you softly. Her hands started slowing and the music faded gracefully.

“Principal Vale… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” She apologized.

You just shook your head, unable to form words. She didn’t push, only watched you gently, letting you breath, letting you feel safe.

“That song… she was humming it the night she died…” you whispered softly, as if your voice break the very foundation of the school.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea… I just started to play and it came over me.”

“It’s okay,” you said, your throat tight. “Maybe it’s her. A sign. Telling me to be happy again.”

“Principal Va-“

“Please call me Y/N.”

Isadora nodded, her lips curving into the faintest, understanding smile. She moved aside and gestured to the seat beside her.

You were hesitant at first but then slowly sat with her, you hadn’t been this close to someone in so long. The warmth of her arm brushing yours almost startled you.

“So Miss Capri…”

“Please call me Isadora.” A smile crossed her lips as her hand settled on top of yours for a moment.

“I want to say I’m sorry, for your loss… she sounds like a remarkable woman.”

“She was.” You didn’t look at her; your eyes stayed on the ivory keys, “She made this place feel like a safe haven. I’ve spent every day since trying to make it feel the same again.”

"For me, no place has ever felt like home, until you brought me to Nevermore... I'd say you've more than lived up to that goal." she smiled softly.

your fingers brushed the keys a soft sound resounding and filling the deafening silence of the room, "It wasn't easy," you whisper.

"But you made it look easy."

Her hand slides to your thigh in an innocent and comforting way, but it lit your skin on fire. You could feel your stomach twisting, your heartbeat racing, a feeling you haven't felt since your wife.

You hesitated before closing your eyes taking a breath to let your body calm, thoughts flooding your head, she's a werewolf she can probably hear your god damn heartbeat.

She just sat there admiring you, she didn't mean to stare, truly, but she couldn't help it. From the moment she arrived at Nevermore, she admired you, the quiet authority you carried, the way people instinctively softened in your presence.

You made power look effortless.

Her gaze drifted over you now, lingering on the once sharp lines of your suit, your button-up slightly undone, and your pants slightly wrinkled from working tirelessly in your office. It made you look softer, still intimidating but more human, and all the more attractive. You always did that, balanced strength with humility and gentleness, never raising your voice and yet always being heard.

She thought of times passing by your classroom, catching your voice flowing so elegantly and gracefully... You could somehow take something so clinical and grim, and make it sound like a story worth listening to. You spoke like someone who had seen the darkest parts of the world and still chose to believe in it

And your eyes... god those eyes. A breathtaking silver-grey, with a faint green that surfaced when your magic stirred... like life breaking through stone. When you smiled, it felt undeservedly intimate, as if you'd let her see something you didn't show anyone else. It made her feel, for the first time, that she'd finally found home.

Her hand lingered on your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, and she heard it... the quickening of your heartbeat. Her chest tightened at the thought of causing you any pain. Slowly she pulled back, not wanting to push you, not when grief still wrapped itself around your ribs like iron.

Instead, you reached out, your cold fingers wrapping around her hand to still the movement. The silence that followed felt fragile, as if a single sound would shatter everything. You turned to glance at her, and you could see the emotions swirling in her dark eyes, like ghosts of feelings unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you moved; the air between you felt suspended, trembling with something neither of you dared to say. Your eyes met, slowly studying the other, you took in the warmth of her hand under yours, the weight of it softly resting on your thigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to overstep, I j-just..."

You shook your head slowly, your thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"You didn't. I just..." the words caught in your throat, "It's been a long time since someone's touch felt safe, since it didn't hurt."

Her gaze softened, and hope flashed in her eyes, "Maybe you weren't meant to hurt forever." The smallest smile ghosted over her lips.

"Maybe you're right..." you murmured, returning the msile as tears welled in your eyes. "Before she died Larissa made me promise, promise to move on, to find love again, to be happy."

"And have you?" she asked gently.

"I think so. I found someone who makes me feel again, who makes me believe in a future," your voice trembled, eyes searching her, flicking down to her lips before finding her gaze again.

"Have you told them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, you could hear the tiny sliver of hope.

You lifted a hand to her cheek, your thumb brushing softly along her skin. A small smile tugged at your lips, tears tarting to fall as you felt her hold her breath. You leaned in, your breath mingling with hers, waiting for her to pull away.

But she didn't, she met you halfway, her plush lips soft and tentative against yours, your tears wetting her cheeks. Both of you letting out a sigh of breath, almost as if you could finally breathe again after months of pain.

When you finally pulled away, she leaned forward again, instinctively chasing your warmth before catching herself, her eyes flickering open to meet yours.

"I think she already knows," you whispered with a quiet laugh, the sound breaking as a sob as happy tears traced down your face.

“She does,” Isadora laughed softly, the realization dawning in her eyes. “I didn’t know your story when I first came to Nevermore. But the more I saw you… the way you carried grief like it was a kind of strength… the more you amazed me. Every time I saw you, every time you flashed that charming smile, or I listened to you teach, even just watching you when you used your power… I fell in love with you. I wanted to know you, to understand you. But I also knew the pain you carried, and I didn’t want to push or cause you more.”

“You didn’t,” you said, your voice steady but soft. “You saw me in a way not many do. I didn’t want losing Larissa to be the reason people respected me. I wanted to earn that on my own.”

You hesitated, then took a quiet breath before continuing. “When I first came to Nevermore, it was just to teach. Larissa had heard my story and welcomed me with open arms. What I didn’t realize was that she already knew my whole story.”

Your smile wavered. “I was born into one of the oldest and most elite vampire families… but I wanted more, to make something of myself. I always admired witches and others with wild, untamed abilities. So I searched for ways to have that power for myself. I went too far… I delved into dark magic, and it changed me. I became something new. Something both vampire and witch.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “You’re a hybrid?”

“I am,” you said quietly. “One of the first. And Larissa knew. She understood what it meant to never belong anywhere… to always be too much of one thing and not enough of another. She loved me anyway. She wasn’t afraid of what I was, of the power I held. She taught me to love every part of myself.”

You smiled faintly, tears threatening to fall. “We built a life together. And I promised her I’d never let another outcast feel that kind of loneliness again.”

Isadora was quiet for a long time, listening to you. Then she exhaled softly…not quite a sigh, not quite a laugh. “I think I understand that more than you know.”

You tilted your head, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

“I was eight when the world decided who I was,” she said. “The prodigy. The girl who could make pianos weep and violins sing. Everyone wanted the performance, the perfection… but no one wanted me. Not the temper, not the fangs, not the full moon.”

Your brows furrowed softly. “You’re a hybrid too?”

She nodded. “I don’t know how, My parents were both werewolves, my father part Hyde… and they were ashamed of my powers. They kept it hidden as long as they could. I wasn’t allowed to shift, wasn’t allowed to talk about what I was. When I played, I had to be human… graceful, untouchable, contained. But when the wolf came out, I lost that control.” She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers like she could still feel claws. “One night during a recital, I shifted. Right on stage. And everyone saw me for what I was.”

She scoffed softly. “Overnight, the prodigy became the monster. My name stopped being whispered with admiration and started being spoken with fear.”

You stayed quiet, your heart twisting as you listened.

“I ran,” she said simply. “And I stopped playing. I didn’t touch another instrument for years. Until Nevermore.” Her gaze lifted to yours again — dark, vulnerable, and steady. “Because this is the first place I’ve ever felt safe. You made it that way.”

You swallowed hard, words catching in your throat.

She smiled faintly, her voice almost trembling. “You built this school out of grief and love, and somehow you made it feel like home. You gave me a place where I didn’t have to choose between the wolf and the woman.” Her eyes softened, searching yours. “How could I not fall for the person who gave me that?”

You looked at her again…really looked at her. The way her fingers fidgeted with the rings in her lap, the nervous rhythm she probably didn’t even realize she had. The soft red curls catching the light, glowing gold around her like a halo. Her skin seemed to hold its own warmth, faintly illuminated in the hush of the piano room.

You reached out, your fingers brushing hers before taking her hand fully. She looked up at you then, and you could see it — the quiet sorrow swimming in her amber eyes, the kind that mirrored your own.

“How could I not fall for the one person who saw the pain I was trying to hide… and loved me for it anyway?”

For a heartbeat, neither of you breathed. The air between you felt sacred, fragile, alive.

Isadora’s lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she squeezed your hand, her thumb brushing over your skin like she was memorizing it.

Outside, the wind howled against the windows, but inside the music room, it was still — just the faint hum of the piano and the sound of two hearts finally steadying.

For the first time in 462 days, you didn’t feel alone.

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1. "Well aren't you interesting?"

2. "You make me proud, you know that right?"

3. "I-... um, can I hold your hand."

4. "Stop moving, I'm almost done!"

5. "I'm not gonna move, your lap is too comfortable."

6. "Is that my shirt?"

7. "No. You're warm."

8. "I wish you wouldn't work yourself so hard."

9. "Dance with me?

10. "Marry me?"

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11. "Am I too late?"

12. "Don't do this here."

13. "Who did this to you?"

14. "So that's it? It's over?"

15. "About the baby...it's yours."

16. "There was never an us."

17. "We were gonna get married."

18. "Please don't leave me."

19. "I trusted you!"

20. "Is that all you have to say?"

Smut

21. "Why are you being so gentle?"

22. "It's extremely sexy when you talk back."

23. "Shh. Just look at me, baby."

24. "I'll take care of you."

25. "You like it that much, huh?"

26. "Try to stay quiet, yeah?"

27. "We're not just friends and you fucking know that!"

28. "Say it."

29. "You taste like candy."

30. "Wanna fuck?"

Comfort

31. "Shh. It's okay, I'm right here."

32. "Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong."

33. "They're just being assholes. Ignore them."

34. "Just breathe."

35. "Do you want a hug?"

36. "Come. Let's cuddle."

37. "Hear my heartbeat. Just focus on that."

38. "They're not gonna hurt you."

39. "It was only a nightmare. You're fine, love."

40. "You are beautiful, baby."

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Limits Chpt 1

Summary; When an alternative version of your girlfriend Yelena steps foot into your universe push comes to shove.

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Y/n stood by her car outside of a takeout restaurant searching for her keys "Alrighty, I have the food I should be home soon." she said to Yelena who she was talking to over the phone.

Y/n and Yelena had been sent on a mission after some Doombots that happened to be causing trouble in South Africa. Tony had stated very clearly that the field was not to be left until the job was done. Whatever distractions had to be dealt with.

"Okay, I'll see you when you arrive, love." Yelena responded over the phone from where she laid on the hotel bed.

Y/n finally managed to find the keys but not before noticing a weird shooting star in the sky "Okay, I love you." she replied, her voice sounding a tad bit unsure of what to think of the 'star'.

"Love you too." Yelena responded unknowingly of what Y/n had witnessed

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Once Yelena hung up the phone a weird blue portal with a golden edge opened. Out stepped...Yelena?

"What the hell?!" Yelena shouted in disbelief as she backed away from the portal as herself emerged from it.

"Don't be concerned, darling." The alternate Yelena responded to Yelena's shocked expression.

Yelena reached for her gun "Why are you me? Never mind that, How did you get here?!" she demanded an answer for her question.

"I have a mission to carry out and it just so happens to be in this world. Why did I end up here? That I do not know." the alternate Yelena explained

"This makes no sense? What are you talking about mi-" before Yelena could finish her question the hotel room door opened and Y/n's was heard from the living room.

Y/n took off her shoes at the door not wanting to dirty up her home "Lena, baby? I'm home!" she announced as she did so.

"Look you can't be here. Uhm, just hide in here." Yelena panicked, looking around the room to see where to hide her alternate self. Her eyes landed on the bathroom door and she ushered the other Yelena in quietly.

The bedroom door opened and Y/n waltzed in "Hey, babe. I thought you were asleep, you didn't answer?" she said as she spotted Yelena closing the bathroom door.

"Sorry, I was freshing up in the bath. I didn't hear you. But welcome home, love." Yelena said giddily.

Y/n raised an eyebrow as a confused notion to her girlfriends sudden excitement. "Thank you. I have the chinese food you begged me for." she said as she held up the bag.

Suddenly a loud noise erupted from the bathroom as if something fell. Y/n looked towards then to Yelena with a raised eyebrow "What was that?" she questioned.

"I- Uh- Shampoo bottle, it keeps falling off the shelf. I'm so over it." Yelena lied.

Y/n went to open the door "Well, uh we should probably pick it up. Don't want it to spill." she said.

"Uh no, no it's fine!" Yelena blurted as she slammed the door shut again.

"Babe, just let me go in and pick it up so you can eat." Y/n defended.

"No!" Yelena shouted, confusing Y/n even further.

Y/n stepped back from the door and placed the food on the bed "Okay you're hiding something. What's in there?" Y/n asked Yelena with full certainty that Yelena was hiding something.

"It's nothing." Yelena squeaked.

"Yelena, move. Don't make me ask again." Y/n said, obviously annoyed by Yelena's constant lying.

Yelena bowed her head before reluctantly opening the bathroom door. Another Yelena emerged from the shadows ultimately scaring the hell out of Y/n.

Y/n stood up straight as she thought she was seeing double "What the fuck? Do you wanna explain...this?" she questioned after gaining her composure.

"She came out of nowhere from another verse. She said she had a mission to carry out." Yelena explained.

"What mission?" Y/n questioned her girlfriends alternate self.

"I have a stowaway that has managed to escape in a different universe. Leads say they ended up in this one. Unfortunately with how dangerous it's considered to travel verses in the verse I'm from I tried to talk my chief out of this mission but he claims he's too important and I don't have any time to waste. Being here is only lowering my chances of capturing said stowaway." she explained with more detail than what was asked for.

"Well then I think you should leave. Very quickly." Y/n said calmly.

"We can't just set her free. She'll surely cause problems and I don't need any bad things on my rep because of her! We don't know her intentions with this 'stowaway'. It could be an innocent person and that can make me look bad." Yelena protested against setting her alternative-self free.

"I think she's responsible enough to handle herself." Y/n stood there confused but still sure of her decision.

"This could really backfire." Yelena complained as her alternative-self walked out the door.

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I hid behind a building as powerful blasts were being shot towards me "Fuck, they've gone off radar." I shouted into my intercom as I looked at the radar I held in my hands.

I looked up towards Yelena who was taking cover behind a concrete barrier as she shot at the doombot's distraction "What do you mean they've gone off radar!" she shouted in her intercom as she ducked behind the barrier when a blast flew over her head.

"They're no longer on my radar I think they moved back. These guys aren't nothing but trouble. It's obvious they aren't going down without a fight." I said as I peeped around the corner.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion. Metal pieces clung to the ground loudly around us. I peeped around the corner to see the alternative Yelena. I rolled my eyes and began shooting at her.

Yelena rolled from behind the barrier and towards me, taking cover behind the building also as she reloaded her weapons with my bullets.

"So we meet again." Alt!Yelena's voice resounded from around the wall as her blasts stopped.

I peeped around the corner catching sight of her just standing there "What the hell are you doing here?!" I shouted before fully leaving my cover.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk and subtle scoff "I told you I had a mission to carry out. Boss man Richard wants them dead or alive." she explained

My eyes widened as I came to a revelation "Boss man Richard? Are we after the same guys? The Doombots. They must be from your verse!" I shouted in realization.

"Great to know. But I need you to stay out of my way. These are wanted criminals and your interference can only result in bad things for you two.". she threatened

"You're in no place to tell us what missions we can carry out. These Doombots are dangerous and we're gonna put a stop to this!" Yelena said as she came from out of her cover also with her gun aimed at her alternative self.

I raised my hand towards Lena "Hold on a second, Lena. What if we can propose a proposition. These are wanted criminals in your verse but they need to be killed. What if we work together and just put an end to this?" I proposed.

Yelena sighed as if she was thinking over the decision before shrugging "Sorry, no can do, pretty lady. Boss Man wants 'em alive." she said before running off.

"See! I told you this wouldn't work, y/n/n." Lena said in clear annoyance

I rolled my eyes "I don't wanna hear your bragging right now. We'll have to put this mission to the side." I snarled.

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Hi everyone thanks for reading Chapter 1 of this fic you can thank the lovely requester; @selfcestmovies

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Summary: Katara and the reader share a deep, tender love, finding strength and solace in each other's embrace beneath the stars.

Pairing; Katara x Reader

Request From: @tee746

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In a world filled with adventure and wonder, Katara found herself drawn to y/n's gentle spirit and unwavering support. With each passing day, their bond deepened, intertwining their hearts in a beautiful dance of love and companionship.

One tranquil evening, as they sat beneath a blanket of stars, Katara's heart overflowed with affection for y/n. "You mean everything to me," she confessed, her voice soft with emotion.

Y/n's eyes shimmered with love as she reached out to gently caress Katara's cheek. "And you mean everything to me, too," she replied, her voice filled with tenderness.

With a bashful smile, Katara leaned in, pressing her lips against y/n's in a sweet and tender kiss. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

As they nestled together beneath the starry sky, Katara whispered words of love and gratitude. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life," she murmured, her voice filled with sincerity.

"And I'm grateful for you, Katara," y/n replied, her arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. "With you by my side, I feel like I can conquer anything."

With their hearts beating as one, they drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that they were never alone. For in each other's arms, they had found their true home, where love blossomed like the flowers in springtime.

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