#“my child i am begging you to leave at once and save yourself”

[buttclench-ryugazaki]

lord hades meets his daughter after who knows how long and whichever of many emotions emerge — fear, protectiveness, pride? grief, panic, affection, regret? — last about five seconds before all of them are singularly replaced with exasperation. the realization that both his blasted children are equally stubborn and will not listen to him gods FUCKING dammit

[ceoofglytchell]

Gilded Cage

Summary: After word of Aegon’s son’s death reaches you, you personally fly to King’s Landing yourself to plead for mercy and to end the senseless bloodshed of the war. Little did you know that once you arrive and come face to face with your uncles, they were not willing to let you leave again. They have always been enamored with you, their sweet little niece, and now they finally have you in their clutches, not willing to let go of you a second time.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Strong!Niece!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Word count: 2995 words

Warnings: incest, Reader is described of having Strong features, Reader is Rhaenyra's and Harwin's second child, brief angst, past friends to enemies to lovers, fluff (kinda), brief nudity, brief kinda dubious consent but also not really (just touches and kisses), the slightest briefest allusions to smut, aegon being a bit of an ass, no mention of Y/N

Notes: I am back! As always, feedback and criticism is always appreciated and please remember that english is not my native language 💛

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How had it come to this?

You asked yourself this question over and over again as you sat in the warm water of the bathtub, the smell of various oils enveloping you, while Prince Aemond knelt by your side, gently washing your back with one hand, while his other hand stroked through your long brown hair that marked you as one of Rhaenyra Targaryen's bastards.

Exactly three days ago, you had flown in haste to King's Landing on the back of your dragon in the early hours of the morning after a raven had arrived on Dragonstone, bringing hearsay of a gruesome crime in which two men had entered the Red Keep and murdered the king's son in the most horrific manner. Rumor had it that these men had been sent by your mother as revenge for the murder of your younger brother Lucerys, but that was not true. It was not her, she would never do that - at least that was what you chose to believe. You hadn't waited long enough to listen to any explanations.

In the dragon pit you were immediately met by Ser Criston Cole, the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, who had escorted you back to the castle in silence and in chains. The castle where you had grown up and in whose halls you had once felt safe and happy was still in a state of chaos and you had heard Aegon's angry shouting on the way to the council chamber. Every step had been difficult and then he had suddenly stormed out of the chamber and your face had been the first thing he saw, his own face wet with tears.

You didn't hold it against him that he had immediately grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the nearest wall, demanding answers that you could not give him. You had come to beg for forgiveness, not to incur the king's wrath. But what exactly had you expected? He would never have welcomed you with open arms - just like your mother would not have welcomed any of them.

You didn't hold it against Aegon for shouting at you, cursing you, demanding that you be locked up in the dungeons as a traitor to the crown, after all he had just lost his three year old son. His son, whom you had only recently met and you had immediately understood why he loved that little boy so much. He was now a grieving father and now you had to serve as his scapegoat - which you accepted, since you had foolishly put yourself in that position.

You hadn't expected to run into Aemond on your way to the dungeons, though, while Cole had held your arm so tightly that you could still see a bruise on your delicate skin. The one-eyed prince had been the one who had taken your other arm, gently, and then led you in the other direction, away from the dungeons and away from the darkness that had nearly swallowed you up, while Ser Criston disappeared again to continue his own duties.

Your closest companion during your childhood, your first love, had come to save you, but you had quickly learned that instead of saving you, he had put you in a cage. One that you could no longer escape from, since you were all alone in these halls. And the king was still raging.

Aegon had now hanged the ratcatchers instead of you, and from what you had heard, his grandfather the Hand had not been very pleased with this decision, since only a few hours earlier a funeral march had been held for the young prince, with the queens being forced to attend.

You hadn't attended the funeral, of course, because you were just another prisoner of the Greens, but instead of chains, you were kept in a gilded cage, metaphorically speaking. Your cage was your old chambers and your captor was the prince who had murdered your brother, and that man was treating you with such gentleness right now that you couldn't believe he was even capable of killing, but he was. The sword he was carrying, which stood on the wall opposite the tub, was like a silent threat, a warning sign for you to behave and not step out of line. You only had his sympathy as long as you kept quiet and let him do whatever he wanted.

It was better for you and for everyone involved.

Yesterday he had tried to talk to you, but since you didn't answer, he apparently decided to stay quiet this evening so it would be easier for him and for you. He probably thought that this way you could pretend he was someone dear to you instead of your childhood friend who ended up plunging the kingdom into war. But he didn't know that you were actually thinking about him the whole time.

The way his hand slid down your spine, the way he ran his other hand through your hair, twirling a few strands around his long fingers, and the way his warm breath brushed against your neck. It also didn't help that you weren't wearing any clothes, while he was still wrapped in his leathers, a sign that he hadn't let you close to him and back into his heart yet, but it was the same with you. It didn't mean much to you that you were bare and vulnerable, because your silent resistance consisted of not saying a word, not even looking at him and certainly not giving him the smile that had always comforted him in your childhood.

"Come, the water is getting cold," he spoke suddenly into the silence of the chambers, where the only other sound was the gentle flickering of the candles that stood around, as they gave you warmth and security. You had to thank the servants for lighting them for you in the first place, because the young king probably still wanted the opposite if he hadn't calmed down yet.

The one-eyed prince gently grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the spacious bathtub, whereupon, as soon as your feet touched the floor again and small drops of water hit the cold stone, he wrapped you in a light robe made of golden silk so as not to tempt him.

You were just tying the soft robe around your waist when suddenly the door opened and a very sad and very drunk looking Aegon stumbled into the darkly lit rooms, a full cup of wine in his hand. He straightened his stature when he saw the two of you and blinked in surprise, a small laugh escaping him, as he had not expected to find his younger brother here while you stood next to him, wearing nothing but a robe and your skin and hair still wet.

Aemond the Fierce, indeed.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Aegon, letting the heavy wooden doors slam shut behind him, shutting out the world and everything else.

"The princess was just going to bed," Aemond explained on your behalf as he led you a few steps away from the bathtub and towards your bed. The sun had not even fully set yet and he was already about to send you to bed. You usually only slipped under the covers late at night, as you were always able to concentrate better in the late hours - a night owl instead of a dragon.

"What, now?" He looked at you both in confusion and took another sip from his cup, showing no reaction to the strong wine. He had always grimaced back then, you remembered well. He was also the first person to ever hold a cup of wine to your lips.

"She is tired."

"She seems very awake to me."

"She needs to sleep."

"Can she not speak for herself?"

You looked down stubbornly at the floor, not looking at your eldest uncle, who had robbed your mother of her throne, or your brother's murderer, because you didn't know how to behave around them, as both of them still had a reason to wish you harm. Aemond because of the past and as a power play and Aegon because of the murder of Jaehaerys, because nobody knew exactly who had sent the murderers.

"You know her, of course she can. She just does not want to." Aemond said and placed a finger under your chin and pushed it up slightly so that you were forced to look up at him and look into his one amethyst-colored eye.

"Perhaps we should make her?" Aegon suggested and came to stand beside the pair of you, almost falling over the edge of the bathtub, which thankfully didn't happen, even though it would have elicited a good laugh from you.

"You won't touch her."

One sentence. From now on, this one sentence would make up the very bones of the relationship between you and it had all started when he spoke it through gritted teeth with a slightly frustrated undertone, surprising you and his brother.

"Why? Look how lovely she is, I don't know how long I can resist, brother." Aegon reached out his hand to stroke your soft, rosy cheek, but Aemond was faster and grabbed his wrist, which he held tightly and looked at the older brother with such a piercing gaze that for a moment you feared that you were about to witness another act of kinslaying.

Aegon blinked in a mixture of confusion and shock, as he had never believed his little brother would ever turn against him like that. Especially not when it was because of a woman, but he had apparently always been sensitive about that topic. Had he ever shared a bed with anyone other than the madam?

"Careful now. I am your king."

Aemond tilted his head, his long silver hair falling over one shoulder and a small grin pulling the corners of his mouth upward, but it seemed more mocking than kindhearted. "And am I not your best sword? Do I not deserve a reward for my loyal service to the crown?"

You. You were the reward he spoke of, and both you and Aegon recognized that the moment the words left his mouth. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open slightly, because the last thing you expected was that your uncle would ever show you such affection again, although you doubted that it was actually true affection, but rather a darker feeling - possessiveness.

"I wanted to claim her as my prize of war. In exchange for your lost son, the Whore of Dragonstone loses her only daughter."

A small, barely perceptible scoff left your lips at the title Aemond gave your mother, but to your regret, the two men had heard you very well and both of them wanted to hear more from you. Your soft, melodic voice, your sweet laugh, your soft sighs... They both wanted more.

"What? Is that not a fitting name for your mother, sweetling?" Aegon provoked and you could swear that one of your hands clenched into a fist, ready to teach him a lesson that he would remember even in months to come, but you didn't. A part of you still felt sorry for him and you knew that on the one hand he was drunk but on the other hand he was still grieving, but in his own way, which was not particularly healthy.

Aemond let go of his wrist and instead placed both of his hands on your shoulders, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't run away and as if he wanted to show you again who had the upper hand here.

"How about Bitch Queen of Bastards?"

Your hand shot forward, but before it could hit his pale cheek, your other uncle had already grabbed your arm, causing you to growl in frustration.

"Ah, ah, ah, I could have you executed for trying to hit your king, dove."

"Bastard." You insulted him as you tried to free your arm from Aemond's grip, but the one-eyed prince didn't let go, not even for a moment. The brothers might have their differences, but when necessary, they clearly stuck together and protected each other. Despite all of this, their relationship was tainted by the jokes Aegon had made during their childhood, and Aemond would probably never forget that. You could still remember the joke with the pig and how you had consoled him afterward. However, there had also been a few moments when you had held the older prince - now king - tightly in your arms while he buried his tear-streaked face in your brown curls.

Even then, both brothers had been very dear to you, and now that you were all grown up, you no longer knew what your heart wanted, while your mind screamed at you to never let them get close to you again.

"He is a bastard? Do you speak like that to your brothers as well, little one?" Aemond whispered, his warm breath brushing against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and your heart leaping in your chest.

"Idiot." You spat over your shoulder, causing the man behind you to gently shake his head, while a quiet chuckle escaped him that a part of you wanted to hear again and again and again so that you could engrave it in your memories.

"What happened to our sweet little niece? I hardly recognize her, brother, do you?"

When had Aegon gotten so close to you? You could feel Aegon and Aemond's breath on your skin and feel the warmth of their bodies transfer to yours. The feeling was intoxicating and you had to make an effort not to do something you would surely regret later.

"You have to look into her eyes. There you will see the ghost of her," murmured Aemond, leaning his head against yours and pressing his sharp nose against your hair, inhaling your scent to remind him later, when he would be alone in his chambers and nothing but the memory of you would plague his every thought as it had been for the past few years, and would probably never change.

Aegon took his brother's suggestion to heart and looked down into your dark doe-like eyes, but all he saw was silent defiance and a spark of something else he would love to taste - a forbidden fruit just waiting to be consumed by him.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, fuck it," with those words he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you as if it were the only and last time he would ever have the opportunity to.

The sight of his fool of a brother kissing your lips ignited a fire in the kinslayer and he immediately pushed the king away from you and stood between your smaller frame and him, his hands clenched into fists and his one eye glaring daggers at the other man.

"How dare you taste her before I do? We had an agreement!”

Aegon laughed heartily as you stared at your uncle’s back, breathing heavily, not understanding what was happening. Three days ago he had wanted to lock you in the dungeons and now he was kissing you like his life depended on it.

“Our agreement was that you could have her first, but we never discussed kissing. I allowed myself that honor.”

“One more word-”

Before Aemond could take another step toward his older brother, you grabbed his hand, surprising yourself and him, as well as the king, who reached for his cup again to calm his nerves. The prince looked back at you, his one eye wide and his cheeks flushed, and you had to stop yourself from jumping into his arms and kissing him like Aegon had just kissed you, and then you would kiss the other brother again, and then over and over again, until they were all sated.

"Don't hurt him, uncle. You can have me." You didn't know what had possessed you to say that, but you couldn't change it now anyway. You had awakened the dragon, and he probably wouldn't be satisfied with simply looking at you anymore.

You loved your mother, but your two uncles had long since captured your heart, and they too seemed to be completely infatuated with you, their sweet little niece, but you couldn't complain.

"And what about me? Will I be allowed to have you too? At least once?" asked Aegon, placing his now empty wine cup on the dresser next to him, because he would choose you over alcohol any single day. You were like the sun that lit up the sky, his personal sun, even though a few days ago he had feared for a moment that you had broken his heart and taken his boy from him, but it was brought to him recently that you had absolutely nothing to do with it, whereupon a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"You will have to learn to share."

Your words caused the two of them to look at each other for a long moment before Aemond let out a long sigh and a wide grin formed on Aegon's face.

The moment both brothers pulled you close and began to kiss both sides of your neck, you knew that this was going to be a long night and that the conflict in your heart would only get worse, because if you were faced with the choice, who would you choose in the end - your mother or the men you loved?

Who would it be when the war would be unstoppable and more blood would be shed? You had no answer to that, but what you knew for sure was that you could never go back to who you once were. You were theirs now and they were yours. Forever.

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[prophecyofwinter]

Se Riña Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | IV

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | Slowburn, TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, tags to be added

Prologue | Chapter III | Chapter V | Masterlist

Chapter IV | First Day of the Rest of your Life

“Pull yourself together and present yourself properly. This is my mother, the Queen. Do not make anyone regret allowing you here.”

His voice shocked you, the way he gripped your arm shocked you. Nothing like the way he caressed your hand and spoke low compliments into your ear less than half an hour before. You’ve done nothing to offend him and yet he’s holding you like a parent scolding a child. Looking at his expression all you can read is a slight annoyance, otherwise it’s a look of indifference.

Allowed? You were not ‘allowed’ you were asked, if anything you allowed yourself here.

“Release me! Is this how guests are treated in Westeros?” You say through clenched teeth roughly tugging yourself out of Aemonds grasp.

If this is how it shall be, so be it.

Aemond looked shocked by your sudden aggression, a momentary slip of his mask. His jaw tightened and let out a huff like a little boy.

“I am treating you far more kindly than what others will. Heed my advice.” Aemond ends the conversation there by knocking on the carriage door with the back of his hand, not breaking eye contact.

The door opens and Aemond moves to leave first, extending his hand to help you out of the carriage.

You take his hand hesitantly, there is no other choice for the sake of appearances.

You gaze up once you are standing on solid ground and without obstruction you see the Red Keep in all its glory. The red stone and towers that blocked the sun to the point where you were surprised the town didn’t spend most of the day in darkness.

Your mother told you many stories about her nefarious ‘activities’ she got up to while living here. Of course for most of these you spent covering your ears and begging her to stop.

Aemond linked his arm with yours, leading you forward across the dirt floor of the courtyard. You stopped your gawking in favor of looking towards the Queen. You haven’t seen many people with red hair before, it must be common here. She holds herself with impeccable posture, something your mother would imitate to mock Westerosi women for their piousness.

“Welcome to King’s Landing, Y/N, I hope the journey went without trouble. I know the sea can be moody this time of year. I’m glad Aemond got you from the port in one piece.” Alicent greeted you with a soft smile. You could see her eyes glancing over your clothes. It made you feel as though you were standing in front of her naked.

“Thank you Queen Alicent, I am grateful for the invitation. The sea has treated me well, as has Prince Aemond.” You gave a curtsy to her, gripping Aemonds bicep harder. You could feel every function in your body working at full speed, embarrassing yourself is your worst fear right now.

“Thank you, my Queen.” The armored man next to Alicent spoke up. He was clearly a guard of some kind, with black hair, facial hair, and a judging expression directed at you. “You live in Westeros now, she is your Queen.”

A silence fell over after the man’s words, both Alicent and Aemond gave him a short glance of confusion while you froze up.

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it I swear-“ You said trying to save yourself.

“Do not worry sweet girl, Ser Criston meant nothing by it. He is just bothered that Aemond is late to his training session. Why don’t I take you while Aemond trains?” Alicent steps forward to rub your upper arm and give a slight tug to signal you to let go of Aemond.

“That would be very lovely, my Queen.” You smile and relinquish your hold on Aemond in favor of standing closer to Alicent. She begins walking expecting you to follow, and you do. While walking you glance back and notice Aemond staring back at you while walking his own way.

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Alicent makes small talk with you about small things like foods from Essos, what Volantis is like, how your mother is fairing and so on.

The halls of the keep are long and filled with many trinkets along the way. You gaze out the windows when you pass by, you can see a rather large forest within the walls and out another you see the ocean with a garden with gazebos and walkways. The scent of fresh flowers passes through your nose making you feel relaxed.

“Excuse me my Queen. As much as I love this tour, I am rather tired from my voyage.” You say trying not to sound rude but you were feeling really tired. Alicent so far has been kind so you thought it would be alright to request to be shown your quarters.

“Of course you are. I don’t mean to keep you for much longer, but first we must get you checked by one of the Maesters.” Alicent said while leading you down a cobblestone staircase deeper into the bowels of the keep.

You hadn’t even realized how far down you were, surely this was the last level of the keep with windows. You knew exactly what she meant. Your face started to heat up and your heart was beating fast just by the premise.

“By getting me checked, do you mean…”

“Checking to make sure you’re still intact. Unless that is an issue…?” Alicent stopped at the bottom of the steps looking at you from the side, her demeanor unchanging.

“No of course not! It just sounds… uncomfortable.” You twiddle with your hands to ease your nerves. You can’t quite think of a word to describe how having an old man look at your most intimate area makes you feel. If there is even a good word to use.

Alicent, seemingly happy with your response, begins walking deeper down the stone hall and you walk fast to catch up.

“Maesters are men of the faith, they have no care for intimacy. They have seen hundreds of women. Our current Maester helped me birth all four of my children and will help you birth yours.” The way Alicent explains it makes sense but, men without desire? Every kind of man everywhere has visited a brothel at least once, no? You shake the thought from your head for your own comfort.

She stops at a wooden door and grabs the handle but doesn’t open the door.

“If it helps I will be in the room with you.” Alicent gives you a small smile and opens the door. You follow her in, trying your best to not let your gaze wander to the floor.

“Maester Mellos. I believe I informed you some time ago I would need you to make sure Aemonds betrothed is intact.”

You saw what you had expected to see, an old man dressed in bland clothing. The shelves lined with all kinds of medical devices and other things you couldn’t even guess the purpose of.

“Ah yes, I do remember. Have no worries I have been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. I even saw your mother for a time.” The Maester went on for a little too long. You don’t think you needed to know that last part, everyone knows how that went.

You were guided to remove your lower small clothes and lay on the table, resting your head on a pillow. Alicent assured you it would only take a moment. Still, you laid there with your hands clasped together digging your nails into your skin. You began to count the pieces of stone on the ceiling to ignore whatever was happening on the other end of the table.

“All is well on this end, perfectly intact.” The Maester stood up and declared his final result. The second the words left his mouth you instantly got off the table and moved to put yourself back together.

“Fantastic news, thank you once again Maester, that’s all. Come Y/N.” Alicent states bluntly and once again begins to move without waiting. You rushed to finish putting your small clothes back on and chased to catch up.

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“Your chamber is fairly close to Aemonds, there should be no trouble navigating between rooms once you are wed. Two handmaidens have been assigned to you, they will wake you in the morning and make sure you’re dressed.” Alicent stood by the door while you wandered around your chambers, checking out every square inch.

“This is more than enough! I don’t even know how to thank you for your kindness, my Queen.” You walked up to Alicent with a big smile on your face. Everything was perfect, you could almost forget the hectic day you’ve had. There was even a wide balcony that looked over the gardens.

“It is just one of the many duties of being Queen. I fear I’ve kept you far too long, get some rest. I will send for you in the morning.” Alicent said before taking her leave, leaving you alone in your chambers.

You fell back first onto your bed and let out a big huff. You pray you made the right decision, who knows when or if you’ll go back to Volantis. You can’t expect to be liked instantly, being legitimized won’t change much if you don’t make the effort. You can already tell Prince Aemond and Queen Alicent aren’t too fond of your origins. Alicent is very good at hiding it which you can at least appreciate.

But, Mental crises can wait until tomorrow, you’re too tired to tackle that beast.

Simply too tired to put on any clothes to sleep in, you strip everything you are wearing and climb into bed. Rolling around in the new found comfort of such a big bed, it even had sheer curtains that made you feel even better. Sleep takes you quick, dreams of food and wine take root in your mind.

The first day of the rest of your life has come and gone.

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[iluvzaddies]

run rabbit run (4)

pairing: yandere!childe x reader

warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw

inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”

summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.

note: hey, loves! sorry for the long hiatus. i lost motivation to write, but i’m back now! here’s chapter 4 of run rabbit run. it’s a little rushed tho and my writing hasn’t really improved :(

“then, give yourself to me.”

your breath hitched, feeling both disgusted by childe’s wet kisses on your neck and embarrassed because you were not the only people in the room.

the sound of a gun’s safety turned off and childe immediately pulled away from your neck.

your father was on his feet, his left hand clutching on his stomach and his right shakily holding a pistol, which he somehow managed to grab ahold of while childe was getting too close for comfort. “leave my daughter alone, you son of a bitch.”

you couldn’t stand to see your father in that state, but neither could he stand to see his own daughter being harassed by the man he was working for– well, the man he used to work for.

“did you just curse my mother?” childe scoffed, not an ounce of playfulness in his tone. “oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

your father pulled the trigger.

childe summoned his weapons again and skillfully cut the bullet in half.

you gaped at the scene.

your father tried to pull the trigger once again, but this time, his gun was cut in half.

he stumbled back, hitting the shelves, furniture falling onto the ground, smashing into bits and pieces. at the impact, more blood seeped out of his wound and he began coughing out blood.

childe strode towards him with malicious intent. he placed the tip of his weapon under his chin, bringing his head up to look at him in the eyes.

“you’re a pathetic fool.” he taunted. “going against a harbinger like myself? not a smart move. since you are no value to me and you refuse to hand me your daughter, i’ll have to dispose of you now.”

your father heaved out. “before you kill me, i’d like to say a few words to my daughter. tell your men to unhand her. i want this to be between us only.”

childe sighed and rolled his eyes. “fine, hurry up. no funny business.”

the second the pyro agents’ grip on you loosened, you wasted no time running towards your father.

“f–father…” you sniffled.

“my sweet, smart, talented girl. i will always love you. never forget that. you’re the greatest gift one could ever receive and i am proud to call you my daughter.” he caressed your cheek and you leaned your cheek against his warm palm, which would soon turn cold.

you shivered at the though of it.

he said he was proud of you. how could he be proud of someone as weak as you? someone as useless as you?

“i’m sorry. i–if only i was strong enough, i could–“

“stop it. there’s really no way out of this situation, (y/n). don’t blame yourself.”

“that is enough chit-chat, mr (l/n).” childe interjected.

he snapped his fingers and you were back into the arms of the pyro agents.

“no, i beg of you to let him live! i told you i would go with you willingly!” you begged.

“i’ve already made up my mind. and he’s already dying anyway. don’t worry, my rabbit. i’ll give him a quick and easy death.” childe’s gaze shifted to the pyro agents. “take her outside…” he dismissed with a wave. “…unless you want to watch?”

“no.” you whimpered, violently shaking your head.

and so, you were brought outside and you were faced with a carriage.

it wasn’t like one of those plain, wooden carriages. the carriage was black and had intricate golden patterns, drawn by four beautiful gray horses.

the pyro agents’ shoved you in the carriage and shut the door.

“shit! fuck! fuck!” you ruffled your hair in frustration, lowering your head, letting your tears fall onto the red velvet carpet.

you had to do something.

‘if i can’t save father, i should save myself.’

think.

think.

think.

a light bulb went on in your head.

you decided that you were going to hijack the carriage, while childe was still in the cabin and the pyro agents’ were standing around, waiting for their master’s next order. it was a better idea than trying to outrun them in the cold weather.

you slowly opened the door, the other door. luckily, carriages had two doors.

you snuck towards the driver, quiet as a mouse, and then made your move. you climbed up the seat, pushed the driver out and flicked the horses’ reins.

you made it.

you escaped.

…for now.

(part 5 coming soon)

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[shadowqueenjude]

Elorcan

“You swear it? That you will protect me?” “I didn’t leave you to the ilken today, did I?” “Swear it.” “I promise. I will not abandon you.” “Then I will tell you what I know.” “Bigger tits won’t prove or hide anything.” “Perhaps they’ll keep men distracted just enough that they won’t ask questions.” “Husband." "Brother. I am your brother." “You are my husband. We have been married three months. Follow my lead. Men will not fear the threat of a brother. I would still be unclaimed—still be open for … invitations. I have seen how little respect men have for anything they think they are entitled to. So you are my husband until I say otherwise.” "You have no money, do you?" "Looks like I was mistaken." “Come, wife.” "Figure it out yourself." "We have a bargain, girl." “You did not specify when I had to tell you. So I may take as much time as I wish to recall details, if you desire to wring every last one of them from me.” “Do not toy with me.” “Or what? Kill me, hurt me, and you’ll still be out of answers.” “I could find some buckets, heat water, and you could bathe in here, if you want. I’ll stand watch outside.”

“I’ll offer Ombriel a coin to wash it all for you tonight.” “I have no other clothes to wear.” “You can sleep without them.” “With you in here?” “What about your own clothes?” “What of them?” “You … they’re filthy, too.” “I can wait another night.” “Why should I be the only one naked? Wouldn’t the ruse work better if you and I both took the opportunity at once?” “You are very young. And I am very old.” “How old?” “Old.” “A body is a body. You reek as badly as I do. Go sleep outside if you won’t wash.” “Fine." “How badly does it hurt every day?” “I’ve had it since I was a child. I learned to live with it.” “That’s not an answer.” “Why do you even care? You said you’d stand watch. I thought you meant outside.” “Enjoy yourself.” “My uncle … He is a commander at Morath. He … locked me in the dungeon once. His name is Vernon, and he is clever and cruel, and he will likely try to keep you alive if you are caught. He wields people to gain power for himself. He has no mercy, no soul. There is no moral code that guides him." “Would you like me to kill him for you?” "Would there be a cost?" "No." “Your foot has been ruined for years, though. He locked you in the dungeon that long?” “No. I was only in the dungeon for a week. The ankle, the chain … He did that to me long before.” "What chain." “When you kill my uncle, ask him yourself.” “Molly will be begging you to stay, you realize.” “Is that your professional prediction?” “Did you sell your shirt, too?” “Got ten coppers from a farmer’s wife for it.” “That’s disgusting.” “Money is money. I suppose you don’t need to worry about it, with all the gold you’ve got stashed.”

“Marion was my mother’s name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run—to get away so she could one day return to save us all. My uncle, Vernon, watched and smiled as my father, the Lord of Perranth, was executed outside our castle. Then he took my father’s title and lands and home. And for the next ten years, my uncle locked me in the highest tower of Perranth Castle, with only my nursemaid for company. When I broke my foot and ankle, he did not trust healers enough to let them treat it. He kept bars on the tower windows to keep me from killing myself, and shackled my ankles to keep me from running. I left for the first time in a decade when he shoved me into a prison wagon and dragged me down to Morath. There, he made me work as a servant—for the humiliation and terror he delights in. I planned and dreamed of escaping every day. And when the time came … I took my chance. I did not know about the ilken, had only heard rumors of fell things being bred in the mountains beyond the Keep. I have no lands, no money, no army to offer Aelin Galathynius. But I will find her—and help her in whatever way I can. If only to keep just one girl, just one, from ever enduring what I did.” “I am over five hundred years old. I am blood-sworn to Queen Maeve of the Fae, and I am her second-in-command. I have done great and terrible things in her name, and I will do more before death comes to claim me. I was born a bastard on the streets of Doranelle, ran wild with the other discarded children until I realized my talents were different. Maeve noticed, too. I can kill faster—I can sense when death is near. I think my magic is death, given to me by Hellas himself. I am in these lands on behalf of my queen—though I came without her permission. She might very well hunt me down and kill me for it. If her sentinels arrive looking for me, it is in your best interest to pretend not to know who and what I am.” “Do you have a family?” “No.” “Do you have friends?” “No.” “Then you and I are the same in that regard, at least.” “I’m going to Eyllwe. Take me ashore and I’ll wash my hands of you as easily as you washed the blood of that man off yours.” "Did you not hear what I said? Take me to shore.” “No.” “No?” “The river veered southward two miles ago. From the map in the cabin, we can take it straight south, then find the fastest route to Banjali. Turns out, I now have business with Aelin Galathynius, too. Congratulations, Lady. You just got yourself a guide to Eyllwe.” “As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re still my wife.” "I will always find you. I promise." "I will always find you too, Lorcan." “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”

“I love you. I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken. And I will be with you …I will be with you always.” "No." "I love you. I have loved you, from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken. And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered.” "Ask me to stay." "Stay." "Ask me to come to Perranth with you." "Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?" "I'll think about it." “It’s just … I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name. Lord Lorcan Lochan?" “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life. I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it. And when we are wed, I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.”

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“hey~ that’s not true” you take jungkook’s hands in yours and caress them. “i don’t think you’re a loser and neither should you. you’re the amazing spider-man! and sure, things went to shit but everyone is okay. aunt oh-wol will be okay and i’m sure once she knows the truth, she’ll be so proud of you. her nephew is an icon. you’re every child’s dream and you’ve singlehandedly inspired so many people to fight for what’s right. we win some and lose some but hey? just do as the late aaliyah said, dust yourself off and try again” the status of yours and jungkook’s relationship is…strange. after everything that’s happened, you feel like a break is needed between the two of you but you’ll share your feelings on that after jungkook has fully recovered.

you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before running your fingers through his silky hair to show your support but it doesn’t help much. his heart is in shambles and the will to continue being the hero his country loves so much begins to dwindle.

as the chapter comes to a close, our heroes are left in critical condition. jung morgan has torn through the tight-knit family and has taken so many lives and hearts with her. her hideout is raided and aired on live television for the world to see and you’re forced to stay with a friend until you can save enough money for another apartment. seoul is once again at peace but not for long. a new enemy is just around the corner, a mask spitting words of hatred and malice into a heart that used to be so pure.

“eunwoo~”

“eunwoo~”

“stop…leave me alone. no, i-i can’t! he’s my friend”

“that spider is not a friend. you want power? i can give you that. no more ridicule. no more judgement. we can give the world peace but you need me”

“i wish i never brought you here. i wish i never—,”

“SHUT UP!!! that is why you’re so weak and will forever live in the shadow of your peers. put me on, eunwoo. i fit like skin, my voice like silk. tempting…so close…wear me and i will make you happy”

🔴 LIVE ON AIR

“we interrupt this program with breaking news, hahahahahahahahahhaaaaa!!!!!!! i’m coming for you spider-man. beware”

*BOOM*

the building is engulfed in flames as hundreds of people cry out for help, barely managing to escape the suffocating flames.

“OF THE GREEN GOBLIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

END.

~🫧

You’re feeding him soup right now and he’s watching the TV, it’s boring. news has nothing to show except for headlines about the black cat.

“Ugh I am tired hearing about that bitch she is dead now! PLEASE CHANGE THE CHANNEL YN.” He begs you, because hearing about the black cat just triggers him so much, you definitely understand where he’s coming from because you relate to his trauma, you pick up the remote and you change the channel.

That is until you guys come across a new channel, but— there’s something really weird about it, the commentator is wearing a stupid costume and a mask.

“Wow early Halloween?” Jungkook snorts, “can you please increase the volume? I really want to see what they’re talking about.”

You do as he tells you too, and he gives you a sweet smile before thanking you.

Jungkook and you focus on the news while you continue to feed him the soup, “hmm?” He exclaims.

There is destruction everywhere, the screen shows a fire everywhere, people, screaming in terror, crying out for Spider-Man to save them

He hears sinister laughter.

“we interrupt this program with breaking news, hahahahahahahahahhaaaaa!!!!!!! i’m coming for you spider-man. beware”

Jungkooks smile vanishes.

“OF THE GREEN GOBLIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

He sits up, his jaw clenched, and eyes hardened. “What the fuck, looks like someone else wants to fucking die from my hands again.”

This time it looks like his hands won’t be red from the blood, but instead green.

Because the Spider-Man is going to kill the green goblin, even if he dies trying to.

E N D O F P A R T O N E O F T H E R P.

[sammy-a-87]

GGAD Fanfic

Expelled (1350w)

“Expelled! After everything we've done! All we've covered up for you! The whole school has had enough and expelled you! Fucking disgrace!” 

A man's angry German shouts brought Gellert back to his senses. He was…home? His childhood home. He could recognize the living room anywhere- with the giant stone fireplace, the animal pelts hanging on the wall, the lavish couches and sofas, the woolen carpet- it was just as he remembered it. But that begged the question, how was he here? Is this that ‘life flashing before your eyes’ moment? But why am I seeing it straight from this point? Why not earlier, or later? He took in the sweet scent of aromatic herbs and candle wax, even the faint smell of smoke felt like a luxury after all those years locked up in that empty cell. 

He barely even felt the slap, his father's heavy hand colliding with the side of his face. 

“Are you listening to me, boy?! Answer me, verdammt!” 

He brought his eyes to meet the man's eyes and for a second looked confused. This is not how it happened…. He's had this scene play out before him time and time again- that's all he did in that cell, remember. And he knew that that day he didn't get slapped. The man was furiously awaiting an answer.

“Yes, Father. I am sorry, Father.” 

“Sorry?! Sorry?! That is all you have to say for yourself?! I've covered up your little ‘experiments’ at the cost of my own bloody reputation! I waited- your mother said you'll grow out of it- for you to stop your nonsense.” He stopped to take a breath. His face was red and veins were threatening to pop from the pressure of his anger. 

“And yet no amount of gold could’ve saved you now- killed the headmaster’s fucking child…” Pure disbelief resonated with those words. 

“Where the fuck have we gone wrong in raising you?! Despicable. Demon spawn- that's what you are! And all you can say is ‘sorry’! So you're pathetic as well!”

Gellert could only watch in silence as his father raged on. He’d known already for a long time that his parents hated the path he was walking on, but he could never stop himself. The Dark Magic sang to him, lulled him in, promised to give him the future he had forseen for himself. And knowledge- knowledge called out his name, asked him to discover, to become grand. A horrible mix, really, for a young, prideful and ambitious mind. After each mishap his parents bribed the headmaster and teachers into silence- even when his experiments hurt others. They always made their displeasure clear but he thought he could read pride in between the lines, for he was truly great. Or so he had thought of himself at that age.

“Me and your mother have turned a blind eye for too long. We are giving you one last chance at redemption. I'm sending you off to your aunt for the summer. Hopefully she can bring some sense into your thick head.” The man had yelled himself hoarse, so now his voice quietened into an almost civil tone. 

“Aunt Bathilda? In England?” Gellert asked, masterfully suppressing his glee. Bathilda Bagshot, the only person in his life who had accepted him exactly as he was, no matter what he did. She had been the only one who wrote him letters back in Nurmengard….

“Yes. No magic, no fancy books. Just good hard work. If you still have some semblance of a conscience you'll do as you're asked and maybe you won't be disowned. Step even once out of line, Junge, and you kiss this place goodbye!” The old man scowled at him, icy blue eyes almost burning holes into his skull. 

If young Gellert had loved something, then that had been a lavish life. He had loved the attention, the gold, the fine cuisine and rare furs- everything his aunt had thrown away when moving to that little island. His father always spoke ill of her, so naturally he had grown to hate her too, grown to view her as less. He still couldn't wrap his mind around how she could love him so much. 

“When am I leaving?” I put up a big fight the first time…. But better there, than here.

“Tomorrow. Go pack. Raus mit dir!” His father swatted his hand, ready for another hit, but he was faster at ducking and ran straight for his room. 

The door closed behind him with a loud bang. His childhood bedroom- he hadn't visited it even once during his time of glory. Often he wondered what his parents had thought of him, of what he had become. Had they been ashamed? Proud? Disgusted? Probably not disgusted- they did instill in him a hatred for muggles ever since he was a child; stupid pureblood ideals. The room was big and spacious, walls painted a dark wine and dark oak were the floorboards. A giant white wool rug sat in the middle, opposite to the door was the bed- red beddings trimmed with golden constellations, to the left was his heavy oak desk with equally bedazzled stationary; it all stood in contrast to the old, no ancient, bookshelf that occupied the whole right wall, it was filled to the brim with books of all types- silent ones, wailing ones, ones that snapped at you, others that appeared and disappeared; books on potions, transfigurations, dark magic and rituals; and one row, the lowest, with children's books, the books every pureblood child had been read to, that never missed from any household. 

He turned to the side and got greeted by the tall mirror he used to spend hours looking at. He stepped closer. His hands were shaking as he touched the cold surface. Gellert was no longer a skeletal old man, withering away in a lonely tower. No, what greeted him from the other side of the mirror was a young man, a teenager really, with soft golden hair that curled at the tips, pale skin free of wrinkles and any indication of the passage of time- he didn't even have pimples! bright, lively eyes of different colors- icy blue and earth brown; he was lean and fairly tall, features almost femininely delicate. A doll that had never needed to lift a finger in his life. 

He took a seat on the tiny chair next to the mirror (he used it when putting his shoes on) and just stood there quietly, deep in thought. Nothing had gone according to his memory, sure the conversation, he could say, went as close to the script as it could- but it wasn't the same. Neither had his reactions been. And there was also the fact that he was actively thinking about all this. Something wasn't adding up. These can't be my memories, because you can't just change them like this- unknowingly. There has to be another explanation. Am I truly dead? Is this my hell? I don't feel punished. This isn't right. Could it be-.... no way. But what if? Then the question would be ‘why?’. Why am I here? Why am I reliving this day? 

He just sat there, pondering. He touched his face, his hair, pinched himself- it was all real. He was real. Could he have truly been sent to the past? But who and why and how would do this? Could he really be gifted a second chance?

“Gellert, Abendessen ist fertig!” His mother's voice rang out in the silence, so loud he almost cried out in pain- he had forgotten that living with others was so noisy. Dinner, did she say? So long had it been since he'd eaten actual food…. The dilemma of this supposed new chance, that's what he wanted to believe it was, could wait until later. 

“Ich komme!” 

(translations under cut)

verdammt-dammit Junge-boy raus mit dir-get out Abendessen ist fertig-dinner is ready ich komme- I'm coming

[lothiriel84]

Think Only Upon the Present

Margaret looked very pale and agitated, a fine tremor running through her entire frame; before Mrs Shaw could do so much as utter a single word, he was at her side, guiding her to sit down with such tender solicitude that earned him a tremulous smile from his intended. 

A North and South ficlet. John/Margaret. Sequel to Some Strange Presumptuous Way.

Mr Thornton endured Mrs Shaw’s hour-long denunciation of his ungentlemanly conduct and his shocking want of morals with remarkable composure; he had come prepared to face the harshest of censures, and was determined to make no attempt to justify himself, standing before his accuser with his head bowed in silent acknowledgment of the gravity of his sin. However, when the affronted matron began casting aspersions on Margaret’s character alongside his, he felt compelled to speak up against the unfairness of said accusations.  

“I won’t have Miss Hale held responsible for my own actions, madam,” he stated in the same decisive manner that had won him the respect of his fellow mill masters. “It was unconscionable of me to impose upon your niece at such a time as that, and I deeply regret my unpardonable lapse of control in the face of her vulnerability. You may rest assured I fully intend to right my wrong, and to henceforth show Miss Hale all the care and respect she is owed.” 

“Let me be very frank, Mr Thornton,” came Mrs Shaw’s icy reply. “If there was a way to save Margaret from the impending scandal without condemning her to everything a future with such a man as yourself entails, I certainly would not give my consent to this marriage. As it is, I would be a fool to deny her the only chance at salvaging however little of her reputation we can still hope to preserve; but if were ever to hear a word of my poor girl being treated with anything less than the consideration she deserves, I will not hesitate to come and take her back to London, where she shall always have a home waiting for her, if she wishes.” 

Calling upon every last reserve of patience he possessed, Mr Thornton just about managed to rein back his temper; as despicable as his conduct had been, it had come from a place of deep love and affection rather than the sort of malicious intents Mrs Shaw seemed determined to ascribe to him. “I am well aware I was never a gentleman in your eyes, even less so now; but I hope you will at least do me the justice to allow the bare minimum of human decency to persevere among my many faults.” 

Of the strength of his abiding love for Margaret, he hesitated to speak openly in front of her aunt; and yet, when Mrs Shaw finally instructed a servant to fetch Miss Hale, so that she might get confirmation of her niece’s wishes from her own lips, he could not bring himself to leave the room. Margaret looked very pale and agitated, a fine tremor running through her entire frame; before Mrs Shaw could do so much as utter a single word, he was at her side, guiding her to sit down with such tender solicitude that earned him a tremulous smile from his intended.  

No sooner had Miss Hale confirmed her willingness for this marriage to take place with as much haste as could be managed that she burst into overwrought tears, begging her aunt’s forgiveness for tarnishing the good name of the family as well as the memory of her beloved mother and father. It could not be expected of Mr Thornton to allow this state of affairs to continue, and he did not think twice before braving the brunt of Mrs Shaw’s disapproval by kneeling beside her niece and once more offering his shoulder for Margaret to cry upon.  

“For heaven’s sake, child, you ought not to distress yourself so in your condition,” Mrs Shaw exclaimed at length, and for the first time he could detect the very real concern behind her words. “You shall marry tomorrow, or the day after that, if a special licence cannot be obtained sooner. Now I will take you upstairs myself if I need to, for I cannot have you risking your health in such an unconscionable manner as this.” 

Relinquishing his precious charge to the capable hands of Mrs Shaw and Miss Dixon, Mr Thornton took his leave from Harley Street and went about making the necessary arrangements for the wedding. He did not care it would perforce have to be a hasty one, with very little in the way of pomp and ceremony; all he longed for was to be allowed to call Margaret his own, and to bring her home to Milton at last, where she belonged.  

---

Despite Margaret’s insistence, neither her aunt nor Mr Thornton had been of a mind to allow her wish to walk to the church on the day of her wedding. It was for the best, as she was soon to learn; for the exertions of the past few days, combined with the strain of several weeks’ worth of anxiety and the heat of a very fine summer day in London had her feeling very faint and weak throughout the ceremony.  

Captain Lennox had offered to stand up with Mr Thornton, while Mr Lennox had abruptly departed for Scotland as soon as he had been informed that this marriage was to take place. Edith, on her part, had been inconsolable that she was forbidden from attending due to the lateness of her confinement, and had gone so far as to call her cousin selfish for making it so that she could not postpone the ceremony to a more convenient date, thus earning a half-hearted scolding from her mother for her unkind words; in her emotional state, Margaret had fled to her room where she had proceeded to cry all over Dixon’s shoulder for a good half hour, while the old servant attempted to calm her by recounting tales of Mrs Hale’s confinements – how much quicker to tears and bout of tempers alike her mistress was wont to be when with child.  

As exhausted as she felt in body and mind, Margaret could not stand the thought of spending another night in Harley Street, and had therefore insisted that they journeyed to Milton immediately after the ceremony; out of concern for her health as well as that of the babe, Mr Thornton had attempted to dissuade her from such notion, but even his well-meant remonstrations had only sought to distress her further, and in the end he had bowed to her request, though very reluctantly.  

What Margaret had failed to consider was the probability that a long train ride might not agree with her condition; by the time they reached Milton, she was in such a bad way she had to rely entirely on her husband to hand her down from the train carriage, then into a hired cab that would take them to her new home. When they reached Marlborough Street, John paid no heed to her protestations that she was well enough to walk; instead, he picked her up as one would a child and carried her inside, would not rest until she was safely ensconced in his bedchamber, with Doctor Donaldson sent for despite the lateness of the hour. 

Amidst her dizziness and bone-deep tiredness, Margaret was vaguely aware of Mrs Thornton’s displeasure at the unfolding events, and the servants’ whispers that would invariably lead to more tittle-tattle come the morrow; nothing felt real to her, save for the warm anchor of John’s hand around her own, which he did not relinquish even when Doctor Donaldson came in to examine her. In his quiet, professional manner, he asked few questions of her, did not appear to dwell overmuch on the circumstances of her condition in relation to their hasty marriage; he merely recommended bed rest for a few days, and did his best to put Mr Thornton’s mind at ease as to the unlikeliness of any permanent harm to come to either his wife or the child she was carrying.  

Margaret was asleep before Doctor Donaldson had finished taking his leave; her husband’s hand never once leaving hers throughout, nor for the entirety of the night to follow.  

---

“It has all been done properly, John,” Mrs Thornton informed him, disapproval apparent in her tone. “It is the second-best bedchamber, and she shall be much more comfortable in there, especially in her condition.” 

Mr Thornton pinched the bridge of his nose in a desperate attempt to keep his composure in the face of his mother’s most recent attempts to undermine his authority pertaining the household matters. “My wife has expressed her wish to share my bedchamber. I see no problem in that, Mother.” 

“It is not proper for a man in your position, son. We have room enough for each of you to have separate bedchambers, and the servants are already talking.” 

He gave a short, sharp bark of laughter at that. “I think we have given the servants enough to talk about regardless our sleeping arrangements. You need not concern yourself, Mother – should Margaret wish to remove to a different bedchamber, I am sure she will let you know immediately.” 

The stony silence that followed was just as tinged with disapprobation as her previous words were. Still, he waited for he to speak her mind, as he was sure she would.  

“How could you, John?” she demanded after a lengthy pause. “I did not raise you to be the kind of man to behave so dishonourably towards any woman, let alone one who was ever so determined not to have you.” 

“Mother! You cannot be suggesting – I own that I conducted myself as no gentleman would, but you must know I would never – not in the manner you are thinking of.” 

“I was speaking of the prideful manner in which she spurned your first offer,” his mother replied haughtily. “And how I presume she refused you a second time – for I pray to God you did the honourable thing and offered for her, afterwards.” 

John sighed, the distant echo of his past misery weighing on his chest for just a moment. “I did. It is no matter – she’s my wife now, that is all I ever asked for.” 

“We'll see if you still feel the same way once the scandal has lost you the mill,” Mrs Thornton prophesised gloomily, turning her gaze out of the window. “Were that she had never come to Milton – we would be carrying on as we always did, you and I, without all the upheaval she has caused in our lives.” 

That proved to be the last straw for Mr Thornton’s already strained patience. “Mother, I will not have you speak about my wife in such a manner. If you cannot find it in yourself to be gracious to her for my sake, then you shall remove to Fanny’s home – this is my final word.” 

“No.” 

They both turned around to find Margaret standing there – her cheeks as pale as the lace trimmings of her gown, yet her eyes were glowing with renewed purpose.  

“I will not have you drive your mother away from her home for my sake,” she stated very firmly, despite the lingering weakness in her voice. John was at her side at once, and insisted she took his place in the armchair, arranging the pillows for her comfort.  

“You ought to be resting, lass,” the elder Mrs Thornton pointed out, not unkindly. “There will be time to discuss these matters once you’re feeling better. And do not think I will stand for you to risk the wellbeing of my grandchild over such trivial a matter as a disagreement between myself and my son.” 

Mr Thornton acknowledged his mother’s implicit concession with an imperceptible bow of his head, and rang the bell for the tea to be brought imminently.  

---

By the time Mr Bell came to visit his goddaughter, Margaret was much recovered, and had taken up such portion of the household duties that had been deemed appropriate in her condition. The timing of his arrival could have been better, as she had had to sit through one of Fanny's interminable calls already; the new Mrs Watson had looked torn between the disapproval she felt she ought to express at the evident proof of her new sister-in-law's unmaidenly conduct, and her positive envy for Margaret’s condition while she herself could not boast any such luck on that front just yet.  

However, Margaret Thornton was even less one to put off an unpleasant duty than Margaret Hale had been; she was only thankful that her husband was occupied with the mill at this time of the day, and she could face whatever reprimand her godfather had come to deliver on her own.  

“Are you quite well, my dear?” Mr Bell enquired after the initial pleasantries had been exchanged, his pointed gaze resting on her increasing figure slightly longer than would have been deemed appropriate. “I am sorry, exceedingly sorry that you did not feel you could confide in me – I promised your father I would look after you, and I have failed spectacularly to do so at the very first opportunity.” 

“Oh, Mr Bell, you need not trouble yourself on my account. My sin was mine alone, and it is a small comfort that my poor Papa was spared the disappointment of knowing his daughter for the undutiful creature she has proved herself to be.” 

“Do not speak so of yourself, my poor child. Clearly you have been misguided, and by one whom you considered a friend no less. Margaret, if you are unhappy – if you feel like you have been forced into this marriage, then I shall make arrangements immediately, take you wherever you wish to go.” 

Margaret stood up in her agitation, and began pacing as if her very life depended on it. “Oh, but you have it all wrong! Mr Thornton and I – in short, I could not bear to be parted from him, and the same is true for him, I know it. What we did, it was very wrong – but I cannot, I will not regret it, because that is what brought us here, together.” Again, she took her place beside him, raised her clear gaze to meet his own. “Despise me now, if you like. I shall not repent before anyone but God himself, and He has been so good as to show me his mercy where I least deserved it.” 

Mr Bell waved his hand as if to dispel the absurdity of such a notion. “Despise you? I may be an old fool, but never as big a one as that, I hope. I have come here to make certain you were well looked after, and as you assure me you are, there is nothing left for me to do but to obtain your signature on certain legal documents I have been carrying around for this exact purpose.” 

“If you wish it,” Margaret replied somewhat cautiously. “I understand very little of legal matters, you see, and I cannot – rely upon Mr Lennox, as I used to.” 

“Oh, it is nothing to trouble yourself over, my dear. I merely intend for a portion of my assets to be transferred to you at once, relieving you of the anxiety of having to wait for my demise, however – imminent that might be. Come, come, there’s no need to distress yourself so, my child – I am only happy to be of service, that is all.” 

That night Margaret wept in her husband’s arms in anticipation of this new grief that was soon to come; she cried also in relief that the mill would be safe, and John need never know the indignity of failing in the business he had worked so hard to create and maintain. And when he had finished drying her tears with the soft press of his lips, she begged him for the very same kind of comfort he had once offered her on a gloomy April night so many lifetimes ago; and so he did, then held her close to him when she fell asleep immediately after, a contented smile on her face. 

[annwrites]

⸻ one in the same. part eight.

· pairing: otto hightower x bastardtargfem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: you & otto begin your newly married life together & discover just how disturbingly 'one in the same' that you truly are. · tw: pseudo-incest · word count: 2,096

“I think, perhaps, now, I am gladder for you having not simply kissed me.”

He hums in response, long fingers ghosting across your naked skin.

“Why did you not?” You fear you already know the answer. You pull yourself closer to his chest then, running your fingertips through the smattering of hair painted across it.

“Foolish pride. Nothing more.” He turns onto his side, looking into your tired eyes, while he cups your breast, your hip, then your cheek. “Forgive me.”

He wishes to explore every inch of you, which now belongs to him.

You wish for the same in return. You desire for him to memorize every part of you. To learn how you function; how best to manipulate your moving parts to suit himself. To leave you quivering and pleading.

Your fingers come to gently tug at his beard, bringing his experienced lips back to your own. “I am yours,” you pledge.

He takes your dainty hand in his own, pressing a firm kiss to your palm. “You are mine.”

On the morrow, the two of you go to your father together and tell him the wonderful news.

He is left speechless at the first hear of it, wishing for elaboration.

You then supply him with it. “I have been so lonely. I had ceased in taking care of myself…after Queen Aemma… And Otto,” you glance over your shoulder to where he stands behind you, hands folded before him as he stares at you with a composed expression.

You look back to Viserys. “Took it upon himself to assure my health. My well-being. My happiness.”

My pleasure.

“He made me his utmost priority. Oh, father,” you wrap your arms around one of his own. “I love him. I have never asked you for anything, because you have always given me all you can.”

Except yourself. No, that ceased once I was six-years-old and you became Rhaenyra’s—my replacement’s—instead, you think with acidity, clutching his arm more tightly, if not a bit possessively.

“I beg of you to give us your blessing—”

“Then you shall have it, my child,” he replies with a kind smile, glad as can be for the both of you. Glad that you will remain at home with your sister, where you are most comfortable, he’s sure. Glad Otto will no longer be alone.

You burst into happy tears then, hugging his neck, filling with warmth when you feel his arms return to you—after all this time.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you whisper as you close your teary eyes.

The bells of the Sept ring for hours.

You and Otto had desired only a small gathering of kin in the Keep—the Throne Room, specifically—as you stood before one another, pledging your lives and loyalty and love to each other; your union.

You dressed in white—even if your maiden’s blood coating his member that most wondrous night had soiled it. But no one else need know such truths, save you and him. Besides, you were quite sure, in time, more secrets would develop. Not between the two of you, as in ‘separating’. Between you, as in dark things shared—bringing you impossibly closer. 

Meanwhile, he dressed handsomely in green—the color of his house. His emerald eyes stared down at you, seeing what none else did as you toyed with your pearls with your free hand that was not wrapped in a ribbon, clutching his own for steadiness as you took your vows.

In truth, you had become his bride that first night when you dined with him, supping on roasted meats and fresh pomegranates, eating directly from his hand, so to speak.

Now, it was simply being made official for all to see.

You are his, and he is yours.

One in the same, until your last breaths.

Being his Lady Wife much suits you. Gone are days of melancholy and starving yourself.

Instead, your days become that of smiles and joy, and him assuring that you understand just how much he loves and adores you. He does not wish for you to ever feel abandoned again. He would not make Viserys’ same mistake, especially given his own daughter gradually becoming more and more the King’s instead with each passing day—now distant to him.

While you are out roaming the gardens, or being fitted for gowns—which Otto regularly has gifted to you, despite your many protests, saying all you now need is him—she comes to him, to update him on her progress regarding His Grace. He receives the good news graciously, as he comes closer to the throne.

Had he foreseen future events, mayhaps he would’ve counseled the King in putting another forward as his heir instead—one who is older; his first-born. But, given the annals of history would then forever be changed; making anyone eligible to sit the throne—such actions would have been met with contest and scorn. And rightfully so, he knows.

Not that you would have made an ideal queen with your anxious disposition, but he would have puppeted you exactly; you would not have had to make decisions, but instead spout his own for the Realm to hear, believing them to have come from you instead. Their clement queen.

In regards to his own daughter, she had seemed pleased for his marriage during the ceremony, but during dinner, she had worried her fingers bloody as she watched him watching you.

First her mother, and now him. Gone.

And so, the cycle continues as she leans more on your own father for comfort. Approval. Attention. Love.

She wonders how you would react if you knew—the things they do. Their private times together.

She knows the two of you must have, surely, done similarly, to be married so suddenly; she feels ill at the thought of you bearing her a sibling. She recalls that day at the tourney, then at the ball that night—watching as you slipped away together, you clinging tightly to him. She wonders if she does not now know where you had both gone. She wishes not to think of it.

Viserys does not speak of you often, but when he does, it is with fondness. She is jealous of it, wondering if her own father speaks of her in such a manner with you. If he does at all.

When she begins to concentrate on it too much, her fingers come away raw.

The two of you do it far less now, but you still quarrel. And when you do, it ends with him inside of you, when he is able to perform, that is.

When he is not, you are still made to obey. And you revel in it, along with he.

He pins you against a wall, hot breath fanning over your face as he looks down at you. “This impudence I’ve had enough of for today, young wife. Do you wish for punishment?”

You stare up at him, glaring. “You’re not my father. I am not a child to be scolded—”

He chuckles darkly then, cutting you short. “Oh, my dear.” He leans in closer, lips mere inches from your own. “How often I think you have wished otherwise.”

Your pulse hammers beneath your soft skin, flushing, thighs growing slick in anticipation.

He goes further. “I think you rather enjoy such a thought.”

Your brows furrow. “I don’t know—”

“Well, I do.”

He leans close to your ear. “Say it, then. For only me to hear. This dark-lain secret—rather, desire. Utter it once, just to see how it might taste upon your lips.”

He presses his mouth to your neck then and you whimper.

You feel sick with yourself. Because you know he is right. Rather, that he can read you so easily. Has seen it finally. And after months of trying to make him to; trying to gauge what he might think of such a twisted inclination.

“Say it,” he whispers, hand slipping underneath your thin gown, which he had made exactly-so for you; for his lustful eyes only.

“Tell me, darling.” His hand slides into your smallclothes.

“I wish to hear it,” he utters, fingers easing between your soaking folds.

“Father,” you whisper, eyes rolling back in your head, slowly closing in alleviation. To no longer carry this weight alone: of what it is that you truly want.

“Good,” he states, pressing a kiss to your lips in reward.

“Father, father, father,” you cry as you ride him. Have been. For hours. He knows he will not finish this evening, but enjoys the glorious sight of you atop him nonetheless; the afflicted words spilling from your lips.

He grips your hips, guiding you, teaching you.

He imagines, in some ways, that he is indeed what you call him. He has been there since you were born, after all. Has watched and instructed you upon the correct course from afar—using your true father to get you to where he felt you best belonged.

He had never imagined it would be here, but he is grateful it is.

You shudder with pleasure, your hands upon his chest, eyes closed.

It troubles him to think you are fantasizing of another in your marriage bed. One with silver hair and an easy disposition. Far easier than his own.

“Look at me, darling,” he calls, commanding.

You open your eyes.

“You will look at me from now on. You will see who you belong to. Me and me alone.”

You nod rapidly. “Yes. I will.”

He leans up, one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him, your breasts against his chest—sensitive nipples pebbling at the feel of his coarse chest hair rubbing against them. His other arm grips your bottom as you rock your hips against him repeatedly, whimpering and desperate.

He slides his arm from your waist higher, into your hair, tugging your face down toward him.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, your lips pressed to his neck, while his own come close to your ear.

“Daughter,” he utters.

You shatter nigh immediately, crying out so loudly even the guards down the hall can hear—impressed, hoping they, too, at his age, can perform so well once the time has come.

He holds you close, the open balcony doors letting in a soft breeze, which cools your skin as you lay against him with eyes closed, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“When you closed your eyes,” he begins and yours open once more, “while referring to me as such, is that…who you were with?”

It grieves you for him to think so.

You sit up, looking down at him as the sheets falls away, leaving your body naked before him. You cup his face in your hand. “No, Otto. I am only ever with you.”

You pause, thinking how best to explain it to him.

He studies you patiently as you think, his large hand coming to rub against your back.

“I think…that I half see you as such.”

You do not meet his eyes, feeling ashamed.

“Mine own father left me behind, it often-times feels, at the young age of six. And while, at times, you were not always kind, I began to see you as some form of replacement. Guiding me, yes, but also punishing me when I misbehaved. Mayhaps there had been a gift or two when you went too far?”

He knows the porcelain dolls of which you speak. He wonders now if that is not why you sewed him one yourself all that time ago: your attempt at trying to adopt him as your new father.

You look at him again. “And when it turned out I had finally earned your love—that I’d had your approval for some time…” You sigh. “I began to…wonder. What life might have been like if I had come from you instead.”

You shrug. “A mere fantasy.”

His hand trails higher, leaving a field of fire behind as his deft fingers tangle gently in your long locks.

You grip the sheets nervously. “Do you think me…troubled?”

He slowly leans up and toward you then, bringing you in closer to him. “If you are, then I am as well, my love. For I, too, have often thought of you as being mine own daughter. As we are so,” his other hand slips between your legs, exploring. “Very similar.”

He kisses you slowly, passionately, easing inside with practiced fingers. He pulls back for only a moment. “Who better to love a daughter, than a father who knows her as no one else ever can?”

You climb atop him once more.

[xotomesimpx]

The Day His Eyes Changed Pt1

Shigaraki Tomura x Sibling Reader Angst.

(Shigaraki Tomura) Shimaru Tenko x Reader: How Everything Changed

You looked at the news with discomfort every time you saw Tamura on screen it made you grow in disgust. That is not the brother I remembered, his name was never even Tomura. He never once dreamed of actually hurting random people. And he never wanted to become a villain. Anytime you saw his face you can only see yourself stare into the eyes of the being that bastard All for One created.

A long time ago when you were a child you too lost your parent's. Being out on the streets was not strong suit either. So you befriended other local streets kids and adolescence just like you. One of the other kids being Tenko, who was a good four or five years older than you. Both of you grew close but as he started nearing the age of thirteen. He stopped hanging out with you or the children. and his only excuses were "My father will be home soon and he will not be happy seeing me with any of you." Or "Father says i 'Have to train today'" etc etc.

At one point you begged him to leave his father cause of how distraught he would look if he brings him up. You were getting sick of it and told him one day to stay a little longer. Even coaxing him to join you and the other kids to stay with a nice elderly lady nearby. But he denied. "I can't y/n my father-" You cut him off "Your father is a piece of crap all he does is scare you and he never lets you do anything but train! You are still a kid regardless you don't even know what you are training for?" This only led to a few small arguments "He saved me from my old home that is enough for me. And at least i have someone to call father Y/N!"

You both only grew distant until one day he came to your hangout spot where most of the kids hide out. "Hey listen... I know I have not been the greatest to you or any of you. But Father says I am almost done a portion of my training. Once i come back I will be completely different and we can hang out again maybe... Like old times sis?" You and him were not blood related most of the kids in the group weren't but you all acted like you were.

And when Tenko came back he truly was different. "Hey Tenko, the others are setting up a quick game of ball you can join us?" You walked over to him and saw something different radiate from his eyes. He looked at you lost "I don't know who Tenko is kid, I am Tomura... Shigaraki Tomura." You stared in disbelief and shook your head "No. No you're not stop playing around Tenko." You shoved him and he gritted his teeth. "Hey quit it!" He pushed you and you stumbled back.

You sprung back up and used your quirk and punched him as best you could in the face. Hoping your brother would come to his senses. But it only led to a scuffle and kids breaking the fight up and pulling you back. "I can't help it that my dad gave me a special head surgery a few weeks ago! Can you give me a freaking break. Father says "If I don't remember you then it's a waste trying to" He scoffed and turned his heel. And that was the first day you met Shigaraki Tomura.

Nothing stayed the same since then you started to notice you were being targeted by someone. You are not too sure who but you know for a fact that this has Shimaru's "Father" written all over it. As much as you wanted to stay in your own residence and look after the kids with in your area with your Nona who took you in. It was becoming suffocating knowing if you were a target so was the family you formed.

Cutting off the television you let out a sigh and whipped the dripping tear down your face. You hoped no one would come into the common room but a certain person from a far was watching. "Hey y/n, you okay?" Izuku asked from where he stood as he walked over. This only led to other people over hearing and coming over to ease drop and console you. The weight in your chest was so heavey that it made the words slip past your mouth through a light sob. "Shigaraki is my brother..." The room fell silent as everyone stared.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

A/N: Left a little something angsty to dive into the next part of this. Which would be a headcannons/one-shot based on how class 1-A reacts to this situation. I will be doing the main cast mainly then any side characters you want to see in particular let me know. Enjoy!

Also dw I will try and add a sprinkle of awkward or dark humor or something in the next post to pair up with this angst.

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

dick "eldest daughter syndrome" grayson

so dick grayson grows up an only child raised by alfred pennyworth, who is kind but very emotionally distant, and bruce wayne, who is kind but goes through phases where he borders on being emotionally neglectful and also lowkey suicidal

so dick internalizes very early that he is bruce wayne's Normal People Translator and although he can't really articulate this as a kid he is subconsciously aware that he is one of bruce's bullet points on the list bruce wayne keeps which is titled "Reasons for Living" (fellow contenders include alfred, clark, diana, ace, jim gordon)

it's not that bruce is intentionally using dick as an emotional crutch but bruce has kind of lost the baseline of how normal people behave and they are Trauma Bonded because they fight very violent crime every night

because bruce and alfred are dick's baseline for how People behave dick is a very intense person who becomes deeply attached to people very quickly and while he can socialize like a normal person for periods of time once you are Actually Friends with dick grayson/robin you are like wow you are a freak but i still love you

so this is how dick grows up and then when he hits his teens and realizes that he views bruce as a dad and they start fighting more and more dick is like bruce i just NEED you to tell me that you love me and view me as a son and bruce is just INCAPABLE of telling dick this so dick is like fine i am leaving and becoming my own person

cue dick learning emotional growth and finding his found family without being smothered under the weight of batman/bruce

and then one day dick finds out through the news that there is a new robin :)

cue dick grayson suddenly developing eldest daughter syndrome in the span of 0.5 seconds

dick grayson TRIES to be nice to jason but jason makes it SO FUCKING HARD and bruce makes it SO FUCKING HARD but dick doesn't want to tell anyone about his problems BECAUSE DICK SOUNDS SO PETTY IF HE TELLS PEOPLE HIS BILLIONAIRE GUARDIAN ADOPTED ANOTHER ORPHAN KID AND PROBABLY SAVED HIM FROM A LIFE OF DESTITUTION AND CRIME AND ALSO BRUCE IS A GOOD PERSON AND DICK STILL LOVES HIM BUT ALSO DICK IS SO SO ANGRY

but dick isn't allowed to tell people he's angry because he is supposed to be a calm and collected pillar of the superhero community :)

:)

and then jason dies

and dick was the worst big sister ever because maybe if he had been a better person or brother jason would have reached out to dick or bruce and jason wouldn't have died

and then tim

at first with tim it starts out with "I am not going to repeat the same mistakes with Jason" and then dick genuinely just starts to love tim and views him as his little brother

and tim has to deal with an even more emotionally distant and HIGHKEY suicidal bruce so now dick grayson's eldest daughter syndrome has kicked into FULL GEAR so he tries his best to shield tim from it and give tim the emotional support tim needs and dick is still :) not :) angry :) at :) bruce :) about :) it :) because bruce just lost a child and is grieving but bruce you still have two living children right here in front of you BEGGING you to reach out to them and you just won't do it :)

like obvs dick gets angry at bruce about a LOT of things but dick just refuses to acknowledge that the root of it is the obvious emotional neglect so dick is just dealing with symptoms because bruce won't deal with the actual problem

dick isn't all that close with cass initially because Cass is independent and tends to do her own thing more often than not but also her and bruce just Click in a way dick doesn't with bruce and dick is like this :) is :) fine :)

oh look now jason is back from the dead.

cue bruce dying, dick now has to take care of damian, and tim has run off

ELDEST DAUGHTER SYNDROME ELDEST DAUGHTER SYNDROME

now dick is ACTUALLY TAKING CARE OF BRUCE'S YOUNGEST CHILD BUT DICK IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE ANGRY AT BRUCE ABOUT IT BECAUSE BRUCE IS ACTUALLY DEAD THIS TIME AND THE BURDEN OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ISN'T FALLING TO DICK SIMPLY BECAUSE BRUCE IS AN ASSHOLE

AND NOW DICK'S DAD IS DEAD AND HE HAS A KID SO DICK IS MENTALLY REPLANNING HIS ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND TIM IS MISSING AND NOW DICK IS BATMAN AND DESPITE DICK'S BEST FUCKING EFFORTS HE JUST NOW HAS TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE PICKING UP THE PIECES OF BRUCE'S

WHICH IS THE EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE OF WHAT DICK WANTED TO DO WITH HIS LIFE

BUT BRUCE IS DEAD SO DICK CAN'T BE ANGRY AT BRUCE BECAUSE IT'S NOT HIS FAULT

(it is a little his fault)

and then bruce comes back

duke sometimes feels like an outsider intruding on the family but dick loves their one-on-one time because dick actually feels like a Proper Big Brother and not like he has to micromanage duke and bruce's relationship which is such a relief

at no point has bruce ever apologized to dick or literally ever reached out to dick barring some Intense and Fraught encounters and dick never says anything to bruce dick just kind of learns to live with it which sucks and is not the ending dick wants but sometimes you just compromise and warp yourself for the sake of people you love. because the tragedy of it is that dick does love his dad but since he's older he has a better support system outside of bruce and knows his limits better

when bruce offers to adopt dick dick is immediately like YES YES YES YES LIKE BRO THAT'S BEEN THE CRUX OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP ISSUES FOR YEARSSSSS

dick grayson kins marcia brady

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'Tied to one' part four

Summary: The siblings had learned that a witch had rewrote their soul strings mean while Mikael had went after Freya and Y/N as Hayley's misdeeds are undone. Would the siblings forgive her? Or lose Elijah forever?

Warnings: Angst like a lot of it, Angry Mikaelsons. Loss of a unborn child, Violence, Y/N being a badass

A/N: I noted that I kinda made this part every long too. So it makes me wonder do guys like it when I do long parts when doing series? Let me know ☺

Elijah and Klaus kept Hayley close as they walked though the Ninth ward and they couldn't help but notice it was quite. Then they heard screaming and smelled burning of wood and they went to see what was happening with the witches as they hadn't done a trial in so long.

"They are doing a witch trial." Rebekah whispered as they watched witches dragging out another witch that crying and Hayley knew who the witch as she was the one that did the spell that rewrote the soul string.

"Please, don't do this! Please, I beg of the Ancestors! I don't want to die!" The witch shouted as they tied the sobbing witch to a stake. And Elijah held Hayley back from rushing forward to try and save the witch.

"Hayley, we not stop this. Davina is Regent and we agreed to not enter witches affairs."

"Regent, her rights?"

"Annilse for rewriting soul strings and going against the Ancestors. Your punishment is death as you have brought danger to all Nine covens. Your last words?" Davina asked holding up a torch of fire as the witch swallowed her sobs and decided if she was going down she was taking Hayley with her.

"Yes, my Regent. Hayley Marshall, Queen and Alpha of Crescent wolf pack had me do the spell for her own personal gain! The Original soulmate is a witch!" The witch cried out shocking the witches and they whispered among themselves as Elijah let Hayley go. A heartbreak settled over the siblings as Hayley looked at them teary eyed the sound of a burning witch echoed out and the thought of this witch dying because of Hayley hit the siblings with guilt at slowly crawled up their backs.

"She is lying."

"Hayley, we have lived long enough to know that one on their death bed has no reason to lie. Once we find our mother you will explain yourself." Elijah said rather coldly walking pass the female hybrid as the others glared at her following Elijah.

At the Abattoir Freya was helping Y/N with spell to find out what was wrong with her soul strings as both were getting along. Freya found the young witch adorable believe she was a good fit for Finn as they bonded over her possible niece or nephew that Y/N carried.

"It seems my soul string to Finn is pure but it is also saying the other four."

"Impossible, Hayley is their soulmate." Freya said frowning looking over Y/N's shoulder looking at the paper seeing the names of her siblings written our elegantly.

"I knew something was wrong but this magic is to much for me to reverse." Y/N said as Freya smiled taking her hand.

"Don't worry I'll fix it for you, dear Y/N."

"NIKLAUS! Come out a face, you mistake of a man!" Y/N and Freya heard Mikael yell as the witches looked at one another before headed out to the catwalk seeing the vampire standing there. Mikael looked up seeing the witches smirking at them which made Y/N shiver at his dark look.

"Ah my traitorous daughter and the tainted soulmate. Niklaus left you both unprotected."

"I am not a traitor for protecting my siblings from you father. I don't need Nik to protect us." Freya said glaring at her father as Y/N swallowed watching Freya use her magic against Mikael. It was a bloody fight with Freya drawing the most blood from Mikael as Y/N watched Freya fall feeling drained.

"Y/N run!" Freya shouted as the witch didn't need to be told twice and took off running with Mikael close behind. Y/N yelped feeling Mikael grab her by the neck and the witch stabbed his side fighting back as much as she could.

"So the abomination is having another child? How much would it kill him to lose you both?" Mikael said having pinned Y/N to the floor as her heart raced unable to speak as the vampire had his hand around her thoat. Panic and fear filled Y/N feeling Mikael's hand on her abdomen making her struggle to get free when pain shot though her as she let out a pain fill scream and Freya trying to make her way to them both.

"Shame to lose something so lovely."

"Shame....you'll....be enslaved.....monster." Y/N coughed up blood and before Mikael could kill her. The witch smashed a small bottle against the vampire's head and said a quick spell under her breath as Mikael fell over unconscious then rolled over whimpering curling into herself trying to stop the bleeding.

"I can't believe you!" Rebekah growled angrily as they entered the Abattoir unable to find Esther and Hayley was about to apologize again but Elijah stopped her seeing Freya up on the catwalk hurt. The scent of blood hit their noses as Elijah bit into his wrist to heal Freya.

"Y/N......father.....witch room." Freya rasped out before letting Elijah heal her while both Finn and Klaus rushed to the room seeing the two. Mikael was still unconscious as Y/N was curled in a ball crying and Finn went went to his soulmate while Klaus went to Mikael.

"Darling, shhhhh I'm here here now."

"I'm sorry.....I tried." Y/N whimpered burying her face in Finn's neck as both him and Klaus couldn't hear the second heartbeat and realized what she meant.

"Get her clean up brother. I'll take care of this."

A moments later with everyone cleaned up and Freya explained what happened and what she heard. Y/N had her abdomen wrapped with bandage and dressed in one of Finn's shirts as she walked into the den and the rest of Mikaelson was taken back seeing her with a fire in her gorgeous eyes when she walked in.

Mikael stood growling angry at the witch that got of him and surprised to see his second oldest following behind her then moved to attacked the witch to try to use her to get out before anyone could stop him.

"Kneel!" Y/N commanded glaring at the vampire as right away Mikael fell onto one knee shocking the others. Y/N stood in front of Mikael with fiery eyes as to the siblings it was the look of a Queen and to Klaus this was the woman he could see hisself waging a war for.....his true Queen.

"What have you done, witch?"

"My grandmother's old command spell. It only works on vampires and as long as I have this mark," Y/N raised her hand showing what looked like a tattoo of a chain attached to a moon as the same mark was on Mikael's hand, "you cannot hurt me and follow every order I give."

"My my spoken like a true Queen there, love." Klaus says smirking walking behind her placing his hands on her shoulders leaning close to her ear looking at Mikael with a glint in his blue eyes. Klaus was enjoying this a little too much as the others stood by watching.

"Now what does the Queen wish to do?"

"Tell him the truth about the baby." Y/N's words made Klaus smirk darkly looking at Mikael before letting Finn help her sit down and now Mikael was confused as Finn fuzzed over the small witch.

"Well dear father, the baby belonged to Finn here. As it appears that real soulmates are able to have children with vampires." Klaus said still smirking as Mikael look at an angry Finn with a apologetic look on his face as Elijah stepped behind their father snapping his neck letting the body fall.

"He'll come in handy to find mother. Now Hayley what poor dear Annilse said before her death." Klaus said looking at the female hybrid as Freya and Y/N looked confused.

"What is going on?"

"Hayley here had a witch rewrite our soul strings because she wanted Elijah." Kol said as the witches looked at Hayley who looked away ashamed and Y/N stood up teary eyed.

"You took everything from me just so you could have something that wasn't yours?"

"I loved Elijah away before you did! I deserved him no......" Hayley was cut off by Y/N slapping her shocking everyone. Hot tears fell freely down Y/N's face as she glared at Hayley who was holding her cheek. The soul strings that connected the witch to the siblings sparked with color was stronger this time but died out.

"I lost my baby! Finn lost a chance to be a father all because of you! You took everything away from them all because you weren't happy! And I hope you fucking burn." Y/N said leaving the den with Finn following after to comfort her.

"You got an innocent witch killed and my brother lost his child because you loved Elijah? How dare you, Hayley." Freya said walking out to check on Y/N leaving the female hybrid with the other four Mikaelsons. Elijah couldn't look at Hayley as his heart ached and blamed hisself for it all even though it really wasn't his fault and Rebekah covered her mouth as her own tears wetting her cheeks as Kol sat next to her comforting her.

"I'm sorry, if I know this would hap...."

"You wouldn't have done it? If you truly loved Elijah, you would have let him happy like he had done when you married Jackson." Klaus said watching Elijah leave then followed after because he knew guilt was eating away at his brother. Both Rebekah and Kol left also leaving Hayley alone as Mikael wike having heard everything.

"I may be a monster but I wouldn't have never hurt any of my children the way you have hurt Elijah."

Elijah stood in the doorway seeing Y/N laying in bed and swallowing his fear the Original walked inside and sat on the edge of the bed his back to her. Elijah was unable to look at her as his guilt ate away at him. The vampire jumped feeling the witch grab his hand and looked seeing that she laced their fingers together.

"Please don't blame yourself."

"I'm sorry.... I can't help it. I keep wondering if I had just kept my distance from her....to wait for you. Maybe you wouldn't be hurting." Elijah said voice cracking from unshed tears as Y/N rolled onto her back shifting to hold Elijah feeling tears hit her shoulder making her heart break hearing Elijah cry silently into her neck.

"Shhh Eli, I don't blame you." Y/N whispered rubbing his back seeing Finn standing in the doorway and watched him walk in. Finn placed a hand on his brother's back as he sat on the bed while Finn was taken back to when they were children how Elijah looked up to his big brother being comforted by the older Mikaelson when Mikael got to rough with the boy. Both Y/N and Finn calmed Elijah easing his blame away while Freya sat with Davina to undo the spell Hayley had done.

"I can't believe Hayley would do such a thing." Rebekah said huddled in Kol's arms as he was comforting his baby sister still angry that Hayley would do such a thing more so the price of the spell cost an innocent witch's life and Finn's unborn child all because the woman loved Elijah.

"The guilt Elijah will be carrying will crush him." Kol said softly feeling the bed dip with Klaus's weight as their older brother lay a comforting arm over the both.

"Both Finn and Y/N are easing his guilt away."

Morning sunlight shined into the bedroom waking Elijah feeling a body on him making him freeze then relaxed catching Y/N's scent as realized that Hayley wasn't in the bed. Y/N woke yawned and Finn woke also leaning over kissing the witch's head then ruffled Elijah's hair making the noble vampire smile at the familiarly.

"Morning boys." Y/N muttered sitting up with Elijah's help and she frowned feeling the knots in her hair realizing she hadn't wrapped her hair.

"Shower darling, Elijah will help you with your hair." Finn says helping her out of help bed as the sound of everyone moving around reached them. Elijah felt a twinge of familiarly as he did Y/N's hiar helping her put it up into two buns then Elijah helped her get dressed seeing her flinching due to her wound.

"Elijah." Hayley croaked out as the vampire paused seeing the hybrid in Y/N's doorway, Hayley looked a bit like a mess her eyes red and puffy from crying. Elijah looked away from Hayley, his heart squeezing in pain but felt Y/N rub his hand with her thumb.

"I'm going to see Freya and Davina." Y/N said softly leaving the room glaring at Hayley as she passed the hybrid. Hayley moved towards Elijah only for the Original to step back from her and pain flashed in Hayley's eyes looking up at Elijah.

"Elijah....I'm sorry....I didn't....."

"You didn't think this would happen? Hayley, you know more than anyone that all magic comes with a price " Elijah tells Hayley looking at her and Hayley saw the heart break on Elijah's face.

"I....just didn't think this was the price....Elijah, I just wanted you back."

"I'm sorry Hayley....I can't." Elijah says walking pass her not even looking at the woman as fresh tears fell down her face.

"So how do we undo the spell? Also why didn't affect Finn's soul string with Y/N?" Kol asked as everyone was in the room while the three witches stood by a bowl.

"Finn was dead when you met her so the spell couldn't undo their soul string as for undoing the spell. We need your blood then Y/N here to say the spell to unwritten it." Davina explained as everyone did as told then watched the ash gray strings burst with color. The siblings looked at Y/N as everything came back to them.

Rebekah was the first to move hugging Y/N who hugged back as Kol came up behind her hugging them both. Kol buried his face in her neck taking in the witch's scent. Once everyone settled down, they focus on looking for Esther. Mikael had his arms crossed watching his children working out what to do more so how Klaus wanted to make sure that the girls wouldn't get hurt.

"Can I help?" Hayley asked getting the sibling's attention before Klaus allowed her to join as Elijah was cold to her while talking about how to stop Esther. Hayley watched from outside of the gate as the siblings made sure that Y/N and Freya was going to be safe.

"I will be with them. I'll watch over them." Mikael said as the siblings looked at him then left with Hayley. In the den Y/N was writing out a spell in her grimoire as Mikael stood by as Freya stopped watching him.

"I wanted to apologize even though there is no way to undo what I have don. But I was told by Esther that you were the bast....Niklaus's soulmate but I am slowly learning that my anger is driving my children away." Mikael tells Y/N as she looked up at the older vampire seeing he was sincere.

"Thank you, Mikael." Y/N said softly as the vampire sat next to her and Freya smiled walking in with tea and the three enjoyed the quiet. There was a crash and Y/N didn't have to use her command seal as Mikael was quick to protect the witches. It was undead hybrids that Klaus had killed back in Mystic Falls as Y/N and Freya set up spells to help Mikael. When the siblings came home to see Mikael dragging dead bodies as Y/N and Freya was burning the bodies.

"What happen?!"

"Our mother sent your dead hybrids to kill us well more like father."

"You survived Mikael." Esther said glaring at her husband as Mikael glared back as the siblings saw how their father hid Y/N behind him.

"And you almost killed my children's soulmate."

"Since when did you care for the little wench?" Esther said glaring at Y/N believing the little witch stole Finn from her. Mikael growled ready to kill the Original witch when she suddenly fell and Klaus stood smirking.

"Enough of that. Shall we get mother's coffin Elijah?"

"We shall Niklaus." Elijah said smirking seeing the dagger in Esther's back. After placing Esther in a coffin and Freya placed many spells on it so it could never open they placed the coffin behind a brick wall and sealed it up.

"Shall we have a ball? I believe we deserve to celebrate." Klaus said smirking as his siblings chuckled agreeing with him before setting in the den feeling oddly comfortable around Mikael as they planned a ball.

[seung-hwa]

neptune

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Hongjoong x reader

Genre: Pure fucking angst babes

Warnings: listen it’s fucking sad okay, not enough people on here write sad shit and sometimes you just need to be sad alright??

Summary: The mini vacation that you’ve planned for yourself and Hongjoong is the last resort you have to save your dying relationship with him. You may still love him, but love isn’t enough to fix what’s broken.

A/N: This is VERY heavily based off of this song here. Lyrics are italicized.

Pitch black, pale blue. It was a stained glass variation of the truth and I felt empty handed. You let me set sail with cheap wood. So I patched up every leak that I could, ���til the blame grew too heavy.

The wind that whips is harsh against your skin, the smell of the sea is heavy in the night air as the waves crash against the ocean shore. You try to focus your attention on the way the moon shines down onto the sea, rather than thinking about the argument that just ensued between you and Hongjoong.

This vacation was supposed to be a respite from both of your hectic lives, but of course what was supposed to happen never came to fruition. It started from empty promises before you even boarded the plane. He had sworn to you that he wouldn’t take work with him, that the company understood that he was taking some time for himself. It wasn’t like he was going to be gone for months at a time, just a week. A week is all you asked from him, all you needed was for him to put you first for just a single week.

You had been his rock since before his first audition, there for every single up and down in his career, you have always understood him and his busy schedule. Always. More often than not you felt like he took your patience for granted despite the many times you begged for him to just be present in the moment with you.

For you, this vacation was the last chance you felt like you had with him. You had hoped, with everything inside of you, that he’d leave his work behind and focus on you. It’s not like you asked for much, you figured that this couldn’t, shouldn’t, be so hard for him to do. But, of course, he proved you wrong.

Stitch by stitch, I tear apart. If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy. Thread by thread, I come apart. If brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece.

“You said you wouldn’t do this Joong. You didn’t just tell me you promised me that you’d leave all this shit at home,” you try to be calm but you can both hear the fury beginning to creep its way into your voice.

It was two in the morning, and you had woken up to a cold and empty bed, something you had grown used to back home, but not something you had expected to happen here. The day had been wonderful, you spent the morning exploring the small beach town, grabbed dinner once the sun started to set and as the night befell you spent the rest of it wrapped up in each other's embrace until you both fell asleep. Had you not woken up at this ungodly hour then you would’ve never known that he had snuck off into the night just to work. He had to have known you would wake up, you always do at this time just to go to the bathroom. You can only surmise that he thought he’d be able to make it into bed before you woke up but ended up losing track of time.

“I know baby I’m sorry but-,” you cut him off before he can even give you whatever excuse you know he had already thought of.

“No Hongjoong I don’t want to hear it from you. All I asked is for you to just give me your time this week. Why is that so hard?”

“I don’t get why it matters if you were already asleep,” and of course he won’t just sit there and admit he’s wrong.

“It’s the principle of it! When we’re home I am constantly having to wake up to my boyfriend not even being in the same bed as me. That shouldn’t be the case here, you know that!”

“And you know how busy I am! Honestly (y/n) don’t you think it’s selfish for you to expect me to put my whole career on hold for you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you blurt out before even thinking about it. You’re automatically heated by his accusation.

“No, actually I’m not kidding at all. You know that I have a comeback just around the corner and you drag me away, the least you can do is let me work without feeling guilty for it,” he says, getting just as heated as you. He stands from the dining room table, now fully facing you and preparing for the argument you’re about to have.

I’m only honest when it rains if I time it right, the thunder beaks. When I open my mouth I wanna tell you, but I don't know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how.

“This was supposed to be for us! No work! No responsibilities! We were supposed to come out here and just enjoy each other’s time. I didn’t realize it was so selfish of me to want for you to give me the attention you literally never give me when we’re home,”.

He gives you a roll of his eyes and fixes his face into a scowl. He looks as though he’s about to say something else but decides not to as he shakes his head and turns around. You reach for his arm and force him to look back at you.

“No! Nuh uh! You’re not just about to ignore me. Say what you want to say!”

“You really want to hear what I have to say?” He says to you with a raise of his eyebrow, irritation clear in his tone.

“I would love to hear whatever bullshit you’re about to spew right now!”

“You’re clingy, you’re needy, and it’s annoying (y/n). You’re so fucking annoying!” His voice begins to raise.

“Let me tell you something Kim Hongjoong, I’ve been here for you since the very fucking beginning with little to no complaints. The least, the absolute fucking LEAST you could do for me was this. I never ask you for much, NEVER,” it doesn’t hurt you that he’s called you clingy, needy or even annoying, it’s more irritating than anything else because it’s a bold faced lie.

“You take advantage of the fact that I have always stood behind you where others would have left you. And honestly? I am so fucking SICK of being with you when you never give me a moment of your time. Tell me Hongjoong, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“You’re being so dramatic,” he says, clearly none of what you’re saying is getting through to him.

“I don’t care if you think I’m being dramatic. I asked you a question. What the FUCK do you want from ME? Would it suit you better if I was just a little plaything for you to use whenever you need to get your dick wet? Is that what you want? Is that what you need? Because if that’s the case then let me know and I’ll be out of this door in an instant,”.

He raises his hand to his head, fingers rubbing at his temples as you can hear him mumbling under his breath.

“If you’re gonna say something then say it out loud. I’m tired of your shit,” you say.

“You know what. Yes. That’s exactly what I need. For you to leave me the fuck alone so I can get my shit done. Is that what you want to hear?”

I don’t know how. No, I don’t know how. I don't know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you.

“You want to be alone? Fine! Then be alone! Maybe you’ll finally be able to feel how I’ve felt ever since you fucking joined your company and left me hanging every fucking day!” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own. You can’t remember the last time you yelled, let alone yelled at Hongjoong. You’re just so sick of having to deal with being in a relationship where you’re the only one who cares enough to try.

You don’t let him answer back to you, instead you grab a jacket and stomp out of the house. You tell yourself that you’ll start packing your bags once you come back in, for now though you need to be able to calm yourself down.

Although the air is cold around you, you feel much warmer out here than you did inside the house. At least you know you can rely on yourself, Hongjoong has proven to you time and time again that you can’t rely on him for anything. You’re too angry to cry, too angry to even think straight as you watch the way the waves crash. Why is it so hard for him to just show you the love you know you deserve. He makes you feel like you’re crazy for wanting him to be present in this relationship, as if it’s a chore for him to love you like how he used to. You understand that he’s stressed from work, but what you don’t understand is his incessant need to always put himself under so much stress that the company doesn’t even expect from him. You’ve met the CEO, you’ve had lunch with him and other staff who treat the boys like kings, they aren’t the ones to put this pressure on Hongjoong. He’s the only person who puts this much stress on himself and you can’t comprehend why.

Maybe it is selfish for you to feel like he buries himself into his work just as a way to get away from you. He always seems to have time for everyone else but you, so what else are you supposed to feel when he makes you out to be the problem. You’ve felt the way he’s drifted from you for a while now, but you always hoped it was just because of work. Now you feel like it’s been purposeful.

You wonder if he still loves you. Do you still love him? Or have you both grown so comfortable with each other that the thought of finding something better, someone better, seems like too much of a hassle? You know he needs someone who will let him do his own thing, if he even needs someone at all. If anything you’re sure that Hongjoong would rather be single and happy than miserable and with you. You, on the other hand, know that you need someone who’ll actually give more than just 10% while you consistently give them 90. You need someone who will make time for you, not because they have to but because they want to.

Pitch black, pale blue. These wild oceans shake what’s left of me loose just to hear me cry mercy. A strong wind at my back so I, I lift up the only sail that I have. This tired white flag.

You can smell the rain before the droplets begin to come down. It’s the realization that you’re in a failed relationship that finally gets the anger to simmer down and become replaced by sadness. It’s far too windy for you to be out, but you would rather freeze out here than be anywhere near him.

As the clouds begin to roll in, the moon disappears, leaving you in pitch blackness. Despite the rain that begins to hit your skin, you stay seated in the sand, kicking off your shoes and digging your toes into the ground. You pull your jacket closer to your body, shivering as the rain begins to pick up. The waves and the rain are almost loud enough to drown out your own thoughts, but the sadness still prevails.

It’s painful to feel like you’ve wasted some of the best years of your life to someone who couldn’t care less. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been outside, and he doesn’t come out for you either. Maybe he’s far too invested in his work to notice how hard the rain is pouring outside of the house, maybe he has his earbuds in and can’t hear the way the thunder rumbles, maybe his eyes are so focused on his computer screen that he can’t see the way the lightning lights up the sky.

You experience all of it. You feel the icy rain stinging your skin, can feel the way the thunder rumbles the ground beneath you, see how the lightning illuminates over the ocean and makes the waves more daunting. And yet all the chaos around you can’t stand a chance to the chaos you feel in your heart.

This was it for you. You told yourself before you even planned the trip that if he couldn’t just keep his focus on you then this was it. You would stick to that decision and live with the consequences. It hurts because you wanted more for the both of you, but he kept putting everything else before you and you were tired of being second best.

When were you allowed to be his priority, especially when he was always yours.

I’m only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks. When I open my mouth I wanna tell you, but I don’t know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how, know how.

You feel a presence stand next to you. You don’t look up though. You already know it’s him, and it’s raining far too hard for you to bend your head upwards just to confirm your suspicions.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he says to you.

“If I shouldn’t be here then why are you,” snippiness enters your voice as you continue to stare ahead of you rather than at him.

“Let’s go back in before you catch a cold. Baby you’re soaking wet,” he places a hand on your shoulder and you roll it away from him. His touch is unwanted and the pet name just makes you angry again.

“Don’t pretend to care now just because of your guilty conscience,”.

“(y/n),” he sighs, “I’m not pretending to care. I do care for you please come back inside,”.

“But do you love me?”

“What?”

“You care for me but do you love me Hongjoong?”

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that. Just answer the question. Do you love me?”

He stays silent, and that’s enough of an answer for you. You stand from your place in the sand, feeling the way it keeps itself attached to your clothes. You don’t even put your shoes on as you make your way back to the house, Hongjoong following right at your heel.

The heat hits you the second you make your way through the door, and a shiver settles into your bones, your mind finally realizing how cold you really are. For what it’s worth he rushes to get you a towel, wrapping it around your body as he steps in front of you. You don’t want to look at him still, but this is a conversation that you know needs to be had.

“Why would you ask me if I love you?” You can see the pain in his eyes, the regret is written clearly in his features and it makes you want to cry. He can sit there and lie to himself all he wants but you know the truth.

“We both know you don’t,”.

You watch him swallow the lump in his throat, tears beginning to gather at his waterline. You’ve rarely seen him cry, in fact you’re sure that Seonghwa has seen him cry more than you have. The thought makes you feel bitter.

“Don’t say that… Don’t pretend to know how I feel,”.

“Don’t lie to me as if I haven’t known you for years, loved you for years,”.

“So what? Do you not love me anymore?” his voice cracks towards the end of his sentence and it tugs at your heart, making you feel more terrible than you already do.

I’m only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks. When I open my mouth, I wanna tell you, but I don’t know how, know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how.

You do love him. You can’t really stand here and convince yourself that you don’t because you do. You’ve spent so much of your time loving him, and in the beginning you loved the way that he loved you. But you can’t just keep holding on to the hope that he’ll love you the way that he used to. You’ve given so much of yourself to him, all for it to be taken for granted. So even though you do love him, you love yourself more.

“No,” you say with a shaky breath and a broken heart. You follow the way a tear slips out of his eye and down his cheek.

“I think we’ve grown complacent, don’t you?”

His response is to look away from you, hand wiping at his face haphazardly as the tears continue to run. You’re thankful you got all your tears out on the beach because you already feel so exhausted from the crying.

“Is this really just because of the work issue? Is that what needs to change?” there’s a bit of desperation in his tone.

“It’s more than that, but that is part of it, yeah,”.

He doesn't speak again, just letting the tears fall silently as you continue to watch him. You can see the gears in his mind turning, and you wonder if he’ll try to bargain with you, try to beg you to stay. You have to admit that a part of you would very heavily consider it if he pulled aside his pride and did so, but the longer you both stand there the more you know that he won’t do it. You’re sure Hongjoong is trying to convince himself that letting you go is what’s most beneficial to him, and you have to agree. Maybe he would be better off without you, and you’re tired of fighting for something dead.

“Is this it?” he asks you, voice coming out in a whisper. He barely sounds like himself, and it could just be because you find yourself trying to disassociate yourself from the painfulness of it all.

“I think it has to be,”. There’s a pit in your stomach that wasn’t there before, the finality of your words making your body react negatively.

“Okay,” he says, nodding sadly as he looks away from you and around the house in which you were supposed to spend the next six days together. So much for that vacation, huh?

“Now what?” he sighs.

“You can go back in the morning, pack everything up and head out on the first flight tomorrow if you’d like. We can deal with the rest once I come home,” you’re proud of yourself for not having a single voice crack.

He nods at you and heads off towards the room, presumably to pack his things and get his trip planned back home. You’re still shivering in the same spot, a wet puddle lays at your feet that you know you’ll have to clean later. You’ll have to do a lot of things later. For now though you’ll shower, and then sleep on the couch while Hongjoong leaves.

There’s an ache in your chest, a feeling of deep regret, but you know that you deserve to be happy. Hongjoong wasn’t your happiness, he hadn’t been for a very long while and you’ll have to learn to live with that. You’ll have to learn to be okay without him.

I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you.

More A/N: Alright yes I know that was pretty sad, if you’d like to read a Hongjoong fic that has a happy ending then look at this fic here (or if you just love pain then feel free to read this one instead). But, if those don’t appeal to you then feel free to peruse my masterlist here instead. I do have a tag list so if you’d like to be added onto that then let me know. Okay cool bye!!!!

[opalesense]

darkest fantasy

childe & f!reader (NSFW)

3.7k words • ~30 min. read

summary: one night you decide to make one of childe’s darkest fantasies into a reality, but as the night progresses, things don’t seem to go according to plan. at least... not according to your plan.

warnings: cnc, sexual assault, blood, death, knives, outdoor sex, lil comfort at the end i promise

notes: saw fatui agent childe fanart and AWOOGA... anyway i tried putting some in game screenshots in this for that extra ~immersion~ and might do that more often in some future fics if you guys want! thanks for 200 followers and i hope you enjoy!! ; ^ ;

“I SHOULDN’T HAVE BROUGHT IT UP,” Childe’s eyebrows furrowed as he rested a hand against his forehead, clearly flustered by the way he chuckled his nervousness away. “You really get me to say the stupidest things, [Y/N].”

 “It’s not stupid at all! C’mon, lighten up a bit!” you placed a hand on his arm and inched closer to his face, sensing the warmth in his cheeks. His shy eyes connected with yours when he let out a deep sigh, thanking you for the validation without him needing to say anything. It was rare to see him this nervous.

 “We’re not going to do it, babe. You asked me to tell you a secret fantasy and that’s all it’ll ever be. A fantasy. Just something in my imagination.”

 He gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you and walking towards the bedroom door to call it a night, but you quickly gripped him by the wrist to pull him back which immediately grabbed his attention. Swiftly, you leaned in to mutter words into his ear that would echo in his head for the rest of the night until the next day.

 “Luckily for you, the thought of doing it gets me a little excited. So why don’t we try to make your fantasy into a reality?”

THE HARBOR’S NIGHT LIFE always flourished near the end of the week. Plenty of workers who had weekends off would fish by the docks, street performers and storytellers would entertain families passing by, and restaurants would be packed full with hungry customers craving for the delectable cuisine of Liyue. Teenage friends gathered in front of the theatre while the elderly seemed to congregate by the teahouse. Children ran across the pavement from time to time flying kites and playing with butterflies. Liyue was truly fascinating during the night, full of a liveliness that always put a sense of joy in each heart that walked through its streets.

 Yet when you walked through the streets, lacking a companion and cold from the slightly revealing dress you wore, there was a sickly mixture of giddy excitement and wrenching anxiety in your heart. You had loosely planned this night with Childe so you knew what to expect, but at the same time, you didn’t. You had no idea where he was, what exactly he was planning to do to you, or when it would all start in the first place since you had been wandering around the harbor for about an hour now. All he wanted you to do was “wear this dress and enjoy your evening,” as he said in his own words. But he simply left you with those vague instructions as well as a bag of Mora to indulge yourself with.

 Even if he didn’t show up, the highlight of your night would be the mouthwatering dinner you had by yourself along with the sight of people offering lanterns to the sky. It was a beautiful night indeed.

 Another hour of wandering and occupying yourself with activities passed and you were feeling restless. The thought of Childe made you squirm in your seat, excitement flooding your nerves as you craved to see him now more than ever.

 If Childe’s following me, I should go somewhere less crowded, you thought.

 Assuming he was watching you at this very moment, you decided to make things easier for him, leaving the storyteller’s pavilion and walking across the bridge heading towards Mt. Tianheng. Mindlessly wandering and following the dirt path, you began to veer left towards the Golden House, but the distant sight of the Millelith immediately turned you back around.

 Not there.

ON YOUR WAY BACK to the main path, you noticed a smaller, less travelled road wedged between two large rocks, the dimly lit lantern sitting up ahead enticing you to follow where it leads. You found yourself curiously walking up the hill, taking in the starry night sky and whistling trees until you turned the final corner to see a group of miners idly standing around, bantering with one nearby Millelith guard.

 They noticed your sudden presence and waved hello, to which you waved hello back. One of the miners, who leaned against a cart full of iron, was the first to fully acknowledge you. “Hey, are you lost, miss?”

 “Oh, no, not at all. I was just curiously wandering around, taking in the sights and all,” you grinned politely, glancing up at the calm night sky. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it boys?”

 “Taking in the sights, are you?” another miner slowly approached you, a few more starting to pay attention to you. “You know, you’re certainly a sight to take in too with that pretty little dress of yours.”

 You had completely forgotten that you looked very out of place with what you were wearing – a short traditional-like dress with a small hole exposing a small area of your chest. Your eyes quickly widened as you processed what the miner said, but before you fully realized it and came back to your senses, the men had circled around you and were getting dangerously close. You instinctively reached down to grab the blade that was usually tucked and sheathed in your belt but after grabbing nothing with the realization that of course, you were wearing a dress, genuine panic began to seep in.

 “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out late at night looking like that anyway? You’re practically begging to be touched,” a man’s voice behind you teased, grabbing your hips as he emphasized that last word. You swiftly elbowed him in the ribs to defend yourself and temporarily push him away, but the other men were quick to react as a pair of hands grabbed your arms and pinned you into place.

 You snapped your head towards the Millelith guard, expecting him to do something to help you as a protector of the harbor. But he simply stood there at his post, glancing away as soon as you met his eyes. And if Childe were watching, you were sure he would have stepped in by now. He was often the jealous type anyway. But while the men slowly pulled you under a nearby deteriorated pergola despite your thrashing then greedily groped your body, help was nowhere to be seen.

 All hope you had for a fun night was gone. Tears swelled in your eyes as you attempted to kick away the hungry hands but it was no use. Please, you silently prayed, someone help me!

 As if someone had heard your prayers, the sound of a projectile zipping past your head followed by your arms being freed from the man who was restricting you was the sound of freedom. The others looked up in horror and paused their advances as their friend dropped injured behind you. Suddenly, a dark figure leaped from the hill above and landed on the ground confidently, quickly pulling out two blades then lunging forward to the miners, catching them by surprise. You took this temporary moment of freedom to kick the hands off of you and scramble away, running back towards the path. You could hear the sounds of bodies thumping to the ground behind you coupled with loud groans of agony, and you can only imagine what your unknown savior looked like but all you could focus on was getting away as soon as possible with the limited mental strength you had.

 But much to your dismay, one of the miners still managed to grab you tightly and drag you back, and every time you wiggled away, they had a strong grip on you. Sobs of desperation escaped your throat, “Let me go! Let me go, please! Help!”

 “Leaving so soon?” a different voice growled in your ear as the man’s grip around your waist tightened. It was deep, distorted, and certainly anxiety inducing. You looked down in a flurry of panic to see black and red sleeves wrapped around your figure. This was not one of the miners.

 The man lifted you up a few inches from the ground to turn you around. You were faced with bodies littering the floor. It had only been less than ten seconds and the entire scene was drenched in blood. The sight of the freshly killed miners as well as the one guard made you tremble in fear rather than feel grateful for being saved just now.

 “I think I deserve a reward for protecting you from those filthy bastards, wouldn’t you agree?” the man inched you closer to the bodies but you closed your eyes as soon as you could recognize the open wounds from his blades. “At least a thank you would be nice.”

 “Get away from me!” you yelled and thrashed in his arms again but quickly stopped once you heard the sound of his blade being unsheathed. You opened your eyes to see a bloodied dead man at your feet as well as a knife at your throat, pressing gently at your fragile skin.

 “You’re a tough one, aren’t you? I wouldn’t be so resistant if I were you,” the man’s gravelly voice was definitely unfamiliar but his tone and inflection reminded you of...

 “Childe....” you weakly muttered under your breath, which made the man laugh in response.

 “Childe, you say? You have something to do with the boss?” he pressed his hips harder against yours, his erection subtly throbbing underneath his clothes.

 “So you’re Fatui, aren’t you?” you mustered enough courage to make your voice sound threatening enough. You let out a sarcastic laugh despite your low confidence. “You have no idea who you’re messing with. Once Childe finds out about this, your life will be over within seconds.”

 “Who are you to say something like that?” he slowly began walking the two of you over to the nearest wall, a large rock that cast an equally large shadow from the moonlight. “I’m surprised a dumb little slut like you would even know his name.”

 Your eyes squinted at the insult. “You don’t need to know who I am. All you have to know is you’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.”

 “We’ll see about that,” he suddenly used his free arm to turn you around so your back slammed against the cold rock. You finally looked up at your captor to confirm your suspicions of this predatory savior. He was certainly part of the Fatui, his red and black mask concealing his identity with yellow glowing eyes staring directly at you. His arm positioned itself directly next to your head so he could hold his blade against your neck again, threatening any potential thoughts of escaping. His other hand suddenly grabbed the open space in your dress and pulled down, ripping the fabric in half and exposing your half naked form, eliciting a loud gasp from you. Panic began to seep in. How could I walk back home practically naked? Would I even end up alive to come back home?

 Before you could use your arms to cover yourself up in an attempt at modesty, he pressed the blade to your neck that even the slightest movement would ensure spilled blood. “Don’t even think about it.”

 He looked up and down at your body, humming with satisfaction as he began to unzip his pants and free his cock. You couldn’t exactly take a good look at it with the knife restricting your range of motion, but even then, you weren’t sure you wanted to look. His free hand gripped your bare waist. “And to think that those other filthy men were about to get their hands on this... You really should thank me.”

 Another gasp escaped your throat as he slowly dug his hand under the strap of your underwear. His leather gloves snaked their way further down, inching closer and closer to your core. You could feel his grip on his blade tighten with his tensed muscles. “That was a command. Thank me.”

 “T-Thank you,” you whimpered as he pulled down the last bit of clothing you hid behind. He let out a satisfied groan at the sight of your aching cunt, which you hated to admit was dripping wet from thinking about Childe earlier in the night. Even now, you really hated to admit this situation was somehow turning you on, even though you were simultaneously disgusted and shaking in fear.

 “You’re practically soaking for me, aren’t you?” the man let out a slow chuckle as he dipped a gloved finger into your hole without warning. You gasped at the sudden penetration, careful not to arch your back into his touch with the knife still pressed at your throat. The man began relentlessly shifting his finger in and out of you and watched your face squirm with pleasure and denial at the same time. He maniacally chuckled at the way you were completely unsure of how to feel, and wanting to hear you moan louder instead of quietly pant and sigh, he inserted another finger and picked up the pace.

 “Your cunt is so tight, you know that?” he teased, “If you’re moaning like this now I can only imagine how my cock will make you feel.”

 “N-No, please,” you moaned out helplessly, “Please don’t...”

 He pulled his fingers away and quickly shoved them into your mouth while it was still open, freeing your throat from his knife and slowly trailing it down your body while he made you suck on his gloved fingers, wet from your own fluids. The cold metal found itself settling right above your hips and with no hesitation he began leaving flesh wounds, the leftover blood from the men easily being mistaken as yours at first glance.

 “I’m going to put away the knife, but you’ll be a good girl for me and stay still, won’t you? You saw what I did to those men. It would be a shame if you met the same fate just because you wanted to escape,” he sheathed the blade and pulled his fingers out of your mouth to grab your waist, forcing you to turn around. He bent down slightly to get a hold of your thighs, and in one swift move, folded your body into the likings of a full nelson, your legs hanging onto his elbows with his chest pressed against your tense back. As he reached his hands to clasp behind your neck and push your body into the intense position, the connection between this man and Childe made your eyes light up.

 This was one of his favorite positions. No way it was just coincidence.

 “So it is you, Childe,” you happily grinned as he turned the both of you to face the bloodied mess from before so he could lean against the wall. His touches seemed to get more familiar as the realization sunk in, but at the same time, you wondered if your mind was just playing tricks on you to make the best out of the current situation. You sat on the fence of either blindly believing this mysterious man was Childe or giving into the reality that this really was a stranger.

 “You’re delusional, slut. Childe has nothing to do with this, I don’t know why you keep mentioning his name,” he hissed in your ear, getting more and more irritated.

 You finally glanced down for the first time since nothing could restrict your neck anymore. To your delight, you smiled at his throbbing cock twitching as it waited at your entrance, aching to stir your insides. You giggled sweetly, finally relaxing with a deep sigh. You now knew with certainty that you were safe. Everything was under control. His control.

 “Childe, I recognize every inch of your cock like it’s second nature,” you stared at his familiar length then reached out to wrap your fingers around the tip, the muscle twitching in response. “You’ve never been this hard before... You must be so excited right now.”

 “One more word out of you about Childe and I will kill you right here. Do not test me.”

 “You wouldn’t, right? You love me too much,” you boldly declared, teasing him for staying in character. When he didn’t answer and instead shifted his cock to push his tip inside you, you let out a sharp exhale. He went in too fast, too rough. Even if you were dripping wet, the way he shoved himself inside you was merciless and tore you apart immediately.

 You tried to find the pleasure in it but as soon as he started thrusting not even a few seconds later, you worriedly whispered, “S-Slow down... Please! It hurts, Ajax-“

 “You’re going to take all of it in. Maybe that’ll teach you not to be an annoying, disobedient brat from now on,” he interrupted.

 Destroying you was an understatement of what he was truly doing to your body. He would repeatedly pull his length out before shoving it back in, rolling his hips so naturally with each thrust having clear intention to break you apart. Your cunt visibly throbbed, the excruciating pain slowly turning into ethereal pleasure from the attention it was getting from his thick shaft. He closely listened to the way your cries turns into gleeful moans, excitedly fucking you as his mind further indulged in the fantasy. After all, this entire night had been exceedingly frustrating and enticing to him and to take out all his pent up energy on you was the only thing on his lust filled mind.

 Soon enough, his thrusts began to roll in harder as he held onto you tightly, his moans becoming more intense as the only thing on his mind was how good he was feeling, fucking you in front of the kills he certainly prided himself on. Similarly, you felt your insides burn at the feeling of being manhandled and treated like a toy, or the way he began moaning your name in a low whisper as you felt his cock twitching inside you, aching for release – the first time he had ever acknowledged your name tonight.

 “[Y/N], baby – fuck!” his distorted voice cried out, “I’m... I’m gonna...!”

  “Me too...!” you felt your legs shake violently as you neared your climax, “A-Ajax!”

 He let out one final thrust, burying himself inside of you until his length plugged up your sore hole and dumped his seed deep inside you. His load came in pulses, slowly coating your insides with moans of ecstasy ringing in your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your cunt quivered as you reached your release as well, your fluids swirling with his to make one happy mix of satisfaction.

 The both of you stayed in this position, panting and trying to calm down from your highs. Childe let go of his hands behind your neck and positioned them to hold your knees without pulling out of you, allowing you to freely move your head again. Though, you didn’t want to take your eyes off of his cock buried inside of you, opting to keep your head hanging down to actively avoid looking at the bodies in front of you. Childe must have noticed this, and of course, he had to say something about it.

 “Sorry about... them. I hate... really hate when people try to mess with what’s mine,” he took a deep sigh as he slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum ooze out from your cunt to drip down to the space between his shoes. The sight could have been enough for him to push for another round, but he figured now wasn’t the time. He had the urge to explain himself.

 “I was just so mad and... though I have to admit, seeing their blood on my blade got me so excited... wait, I think I might’ve gotten a little too excited,” something seemed to have clicked in his mind when he said that, “Baby, I’m so sorry! We shouldn’t have done this, I did so many things to you, I’m so sorr-“

 “It’s okay, Childe,” you slowly turned your head to his so your faces were only an inch apart, his mask being the sole barrier that stopped you from kissing him to shut him up. “I had so much fun. Did you?”

 “Of course I did,” he slowly placed you down to stand on your feet again, which was admittedly tough since he had fucked the life out of you. He briefly held your waist to stabilize you as you wobbled back and forth, his cum now dripping down your thighs. He then lifted his hood up to reveal his fluffy red hair and took off his mask, throwing it to the ground to meet you with teary eyes.  His voice was no longer distorted by that cursed mask, and a look of genuine concern sat in his deep eyes.  “I-I’m so sorry for scaring you, [Y/N]. I could see it in your eyes the entire time and I hate to admit that it turned me on and now I feel so bad–“

  You swiftly pressed your lips to his, finally shutting him up from his rambling. He responded by eagerly returning the kiss, cupping your face in his hands and closing his eyes. For a moment, his troubles melted away once he realized you weren’t upset with him, and millions of thoughts about how much he loved you raced through his mind. But It wasn’t long before he broke the exchange, taking off his hooded garments to drape it over your cold, naked body. It was apparent he put thought into this moment, already wearing his normal clothes underneath the Fatui uniform as if he had planned to cover you up from the start. He made sure to pin it closed and fasten it tightly, ensuring that every exposed part of you was warm and covered. Once he was done, he pulled you in for a hug, holding you tightly as he stared at the bodies behind you, sighing contently.

 “I love you, [Y/N]. Thank you for accepting me for who I am and letting me have tonight. We really don’t have to do this ever again if you don’t want to.”

 “I love you too,” you smiled sweetly. “Just... next time, please don’t keep me waiting so long. The uncertainty was thrilling but I was sure I was going to die back there.”

 “I’ll keep that in mind next time. I just got caught up with the Millelith because I’m dressed like an agent, then I lost sight of you and... wait,” he pressed his forehead against yours and gently, yet eagerly whispered with a grin, “so there’s really going to be a next time?”

[darkmulti]

(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄

[witch-hazels-musings]

Okay okay, I’m super excited and nervous bc i’ve never requested anything but: can I request some headcanons of Dainsleif, Scaramouche and Tartaglia falling in love with a god? I’m the anon from that ask 😅

archons of my heart

this might have been the most different set of short little stories i’ve ever written - each character responds so differently to this scenario! (note: based on what we know about these characters, I stuck true to their values* - it might not be what you were intending, and I keep things true to their character) <3 

Warning -> angst (Dain), fluff (Childe), genera/fluff?(Scara - mention of long hair)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Dainsleif, Scaramouche, Childe

Dain

Devastated, conflicted - these words have never resonated more in his mind than the day he found out about who you were, what you were 

What does he do … he dislikes, no hates the archons and yet … you were one of them - you’d always been one of them and the whole time you hid this fact from him knowing full well the feelings he had for them 

He couldn’t really hear as you desperately tried to explain to him why, he only heard the shattering of his heart as your face turned into something he no longer recognized 

He stood there, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, eyes tracking your movement as you paced back and forth in front of him, your feet wearing down the grass with each passover. 

“I know you’ll never forgive them for what happened …” You begin, your voice somehow distorted now that he saw you for what you really were. He didn’t have words to respond, he felt out of his body. An observer rather than a participant, how he wished that were the case. 

You stepped closer to him, hands reaching for his arm - the arm that had been tainted for so long - and without noticing he recoiled from your outreach. It was the first time he had ever deliberately refused your touch and, although he understood the pain it caused you, it was clear from the reaction of your face, he couldn’t bear your hands on him. Not now, not when the whole world was crumbling down around him. 

You stood there, just the way you always did, incredible, perfect, beautiful and reverent in a way no-one ever looked before - he loved you, he thought he loved you 

You were so different than those gods that destroyed everything he ever knew, everything he ever cared for, fought for 

If only you hadn’t tried to save him then maybe he could have gone on living in the delusion of this relationship .. though, it was only a matter of time before he found out anyway - one day he’d notice how you never aged ... it was inevitable 

To love you, to love you so deeply and intensely; to love you after keeping his heart sealed up for so long, to love you with the passion that burns like the stars in the sky only to know this truth - he felt that light burn out in a painful flash 

An eye for an eye - he will maintain his beliefs  

“Dainsl…” 

“Do not …” His voice caught in his throat, it was the first time you’d heard him be taken over by his emotions, “ … do not speak my name.” 

“Please, I love you.” Your hands pressed against your chest, body bent forward as if to beg him, plead with him to reconsider. 

“I owe you nothing but the repayment of the life that you saved. I shall spare yours to conclude my debt.” For one final time he gazed upon your face, burning into memory the cheeks that he once touched, the eyes that held his breath, the lips that lingered against his skin and were capable of transforming into the most incredible smile. He looked, he lingered, he tried so hard to will the power in him that would whisk him as far from you as he could go but each time he tried he stalled, like a stubborn fool he hesitated. 

Your wet cheeks moved as you studied at him with a hopeful, supplicating smile, your head shook and your lips parted as if to call out to him and the power he lacked to leave you filled him suddenly. Like a flash of lightning in a storm he disappeared from your eyes. 

Citizens will often recall the days when it rained with an intensity of a woeful god, and can’t help but notice the mysterious man who would leave the room every time your name was mentioned. 

Scara

Cool -- cool, cool, cool - you’re a divine being - bet

It’s very likely that Scara will be excited about this revelation - he already thinks so highly of himself that knowing that he has captured the affection of a god only swells his pride more than it already did

He’s so smug when you tell him, when you spill to him what you are - he doesn't believe it either and will make you demonstrate that power to him and if you look back at him after your display, you’ll see him with a devious grin 

Be careful, he may manipulate you to act as an extension of his wishes -- and if he has any vengeance to enact on the people who harmed him, you’ll have to be very strong in your convictions (though, you can do whatever you’d like honestly, you a god) 

“Again.” Scara commands, his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted up so he can look at you from his perch on the rock and a smile stretched so far across his face you wonder how his lips don’t steam in pain. 

“I’ve already shown you multiple times. Do you still not believe me?” You huff, resting your hands on your hips, adamant that you won’t comply with his request. 

“Okay okay, I’m convinced.” He shrugs, hoping off of his stoop and walking toward you. “So how long have you been a god?” 

“I don’t know, it’s hard to keep track of the years … though I’d say around 500.” 

“Interesting. Can you make me a god?” 

“No, I don’t have that authority.” 

“Disappointing, but oh well.” He stopped just before you, he was shorter than you so you looked down at him, thankful that he removed his hat otherwise you’d have a hard time seeing his face. He reached for a strand of your long hair, his fingers twirling around it before sliding down the silky strands and repeating the process. “So, why did you decide to tell me this secret of yours?” 

“I …” Why did you tell him? You knew what kind of person he was, you knew the actions that would follow - his greed and selfishness would motivate him to use this information for his own advantage. “Against my better judgement, I told you because I love you.” You cover your face with your hand, embarrassed by the confession. It’s the first time you’ve ever fallen in love with a human before, Scara was your first and that notion electrified your skin. 

“You love me?” You didn’t need to see him to catch the cocky attitude spilling from him. 

“I do …” You replied with a sigh. 

“Who would have thought that?” “Listen, if you’re going to make fun of me then I’ll just …” Your voice was cut off by Scara pulling you toward him and pressing his lips against your own. Your knees nearly gave way at the contact and you reached to his arms to stabilize yourself. His lips are thin and the power he uses, the pressure of the kiss tells you what kind of man he is. 

“This is excellent news, don’t think I’ll let you get away from me now.”  He hummed, his lips dancing over your own as he spoke, his breath warming your skin. Was this really the best human that could have stolen your heart? Well, you were sure it wouldn’t be borning. 

Childe

He’s likely indifferent to your real status - to find out that you’re an archon or a god - he’s almost unsurprised by the news  

You wonder if he didn’t already know that you weren’t human, you wouldn’t put it past him to have done some digging on you and after being alive for so long it was bound to be suspicious that you knew things that many people didn’t anymore -- it was also suspicious that Zhongli seemed to recognize you pretty quickly, his eyes shining as if he saw an old friend  

“You could have just told me.” Childe emphasized, crossing his arms and leaning against the large pole behind him. 

“I know … but, well I wasn’t really planning on sticking around.” 

“Oh, so you’re one of those.” 

“Ah, no! That’s not what I meant.” For being of reverence, you always found yourself stumbling over your words when talking to Childe. “Ugh, I meant that I didn’t think that … well that I’d fall in love with a human.” You picked at your clothes and shook your head. 

“If there was ever a human for you to fall head over heels for, I am the best candidate for that.” You looked at him, laughing at the way he pointed his thumbs at his chest and grinned from his own joke. 

“I don’t know … maybe I made a mistake?” You express, rubbing your chin with your hands.

“Hey now!” 

“I’m joking of course … so, you really aren’t … upset?” 

“Why would I be upset?” He asked, eyes furrowing and head tilting to the side. 

“I don’t know … my timeline is different from yours for one.”

“So. That doesn’t matter to me.” 

“There will be a day when you’ll be old and I won’t have aged a day.” 

“Don’t care.” You huff and take a few steps away from him. He didn’t seem to grasp what it meant to be in love with a god. This was the reason you rarely took human companions, the guilt in your heart at watching them age and the pain of losing them was all a strain on your heart. 

“Childe …” You begin again but as you turn to face him you notice he’s moved from his place and is now standing in front of you. 

“I don’t care who you are, what you are, or what you’ve done.” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, his breath of humanity filling your very soul. “I love you, and I don’t take that feeling lightly.” 

“I don’t want you to regret choosing a partner who cannot live a normal human life.” 

“If I wanted a normal life, I wouldn’t be where I am to begin with. What I want is you, and I’m pretty good at getting what I want.” He smirked and kissed each knuckle on your hand. How was it that a man could bring down a god so easily? 

“Now, the real question …” Childe’s tone shifted, his body extended to his full height which made you tilt your head to look at him. “Do you still have your divine powers or whatever?” 

“Like …?” 

“Like, can you summon lightning or manipulate the earth with a snap of your fingers?” 

“Haha, oh, I still have my abilities, yes. There were times I had to fight, so I’ve adapted them for those purposes.”

“Excellent.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you along after him. “Let’s fight, don't hold back.” 

“Childe! That’s dangerous.”

“Even better.” He gave you a quick wink before dragging you to a place where the two of you could engage in the battle of his dreams.