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Like Beta Fish Do Part 21

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“I’ve got nothing else to add,” Jason said as he turned from closing the door behind Danny. He refused to let his boyfriend miss any more classes because of him. He understood yesterday, but he was up and moving now and it wasn’t like Dick was going to leave any time soon.

Dick who obviously still had questions.

Questions Jason didn’t want to answer.

He wasn’t ready to tell his brother he was still dead.

“Jay…,” Dick sighed, setting the plate he’d just finished washing carefully on the towel where the others were drying. It was careful in a way that told Jason Dick had half wanted to throw the plate across the room. “You’ve got to understand… I didn’t look into Danny. No one has looked into Danny. I ignored my instincts and my training and just let you have this because you trusted me. And then I come into that…”

“I do trust you, Dickie,” Jason forced himself to say. It was easier to admit than it used to be. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Jaybird, you know I do,” Dick said as he crossed the room. He rested his hands on Jason’s cheeks, brushing his thumbs under those green tinted eyes. “But you scared me.”

“I get that. I’m not…” Jason huffed out a breath of air and let his head thud back against the door. Why did finding the right words still have to be so hard? “It’s not wrong that you were scared. I’m not trying to… this isn’t me invalidating that. But I’ve… haven’t I been happier, big bird?”

“You have,” Dick whispered his assurance.

“Then trust me,” Jason pleaded. “And trust that I trust Danny. I’m happier because of him. Not just… not just because I care about him. I promise, Dick, this isn’t my heart clouding my head. I was taking the ectoshots before my heart got involved, and they are helping. I feel… it’s so much easier now, Dick, so much easier just to feel.”

Dick slumped forward, his head rested against Jason’s chest. Jason let him, wrapping one heavy arm around Dick’s shoulder’s. He didn’t miss how his brother’s ear was pressed right over his heart.

“Will it go away? The Pit rage?” The question caught in a hitched breath, like Dick was afraid to ask it.

“Completely? I don’t know— we don’t know.” Jason said honestly. He had to swallow his own unsteady breath back. “I don’t think so. I think it’s too far burrowed into my bones to ever go away. I think it’s stained my soul. But I think… I think that a lot of the active parts of it are being washed away. I may always be stained by it, but I don’t have to live by it.”

Dick sighed. His shoulders slumped as he let himself lean almost boneless against Jason. “And he makes you want to live.”

“He does.”

“Alright, Jay, I’ll trust him. Because I want you to keep wanting.”

Jason dropped a kiss to the top of Dick's head, murmuring into his hair, “Thanks, big bird.”

“You’ve been quiet, Danny,” Sam suspiciously pointed out.

It was their monthly ‘is everyone still (mostly) alive’ video chat, as Tucker named it. Which normally Danny enjoyed; it was great to be able to check up with the others. It’s just that right then was really, really bad timing.

Because he did have things to tell and they were going to flip.

“He has been,” Val agreed, leaning forward. “What are you hiding?”

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well, um, I’m just getting ready to go to the Realms?”

“On ‘is everyone still, mostly, alive’ chat day? Dude!” Tucker said, clutching a dramatic hand to his chest. “How could you?”

“Oh come on— Sam and Val made plans first! We always had a hard cut off,” Danny defended himself.

“Oh excuse us for wanting to support our friends and go see the play they’re in,” Val said.

“I’m not— I’m not the one with the issue!”

“No— don’t let him get off topic,” Sam said, throwing her arm in front of Valerie. “He’s trying to distract us.”

Rude. It was true, but rude.

“Right, so um, Jason?” Danny started. He had gotten permission from Jason to tell them, but it was still a struggle to start.

“Your ‘friend’,” Sam said, with air quotes.

“Who could kill you with his thighs,” Val added.

“And who you won’t let me stalk,” Tucker sulked.

“Yes, him.” Danny rolled his eyes. He tried to not let the nerves get him and continued right into it. “So he’s, well, um, sorta a halfa?”

Danny practically lunged to turn down the volume on the call as everyone shouted at once.

“Everyone shut up!” Sam eventually yelled. “Danny, what the fuck do you mean he’s sorta a halfa?”

“I, um, well, I mean that he died and came back, but his ecto was a little messed up so he didn’t really form fully? Like, he felt like a ghost but he doesn’t— didn’t have a real core. We’re pretty sure it’s forming fully now, which is why we’re going to the Far Frozen to get him checked out.”

“Dude,” Tucker said.

Danny managed a crooked smile. “I know, right?”

“How?” Val stressed.

“I’ve been giving him ectoshots. Sorta like a transfusion? It’s jump starting things,” Danny said. “He had his third one just the other day.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us,” Sam said, crossing her arms. “And he doesn’t want to kill you?”

“Look, it was his secret! I couldn’t just tell people—” Danny cut himself off at a knock on his door.

“Is that him?” Tucker asked, leaning forward. “Dude, bring him in!”

“Well will you look at the time! I guess Sam and Val have to get going!”

Sam scowled. “Danny, don’t you dare—”

“And he’s totally not trying to kill me!” Danny said loudly over her. “Since we’re, you know, dating. Bye guys! Have fun at the play!”

He hung up over their renewed shouting with a grin. That would come back to bite him, but he couldn’t regret it— not when it got him out of that conversation for now.

Danny’s smile fell into something uneasy as he opened the door. “Hey, come in.”

They had talked since that night, of course, but they hadn’t seen each other. Danny raked his eyes over Jason, as if just by looking he could tell how the other was doing.

“Hey fish, I’m alright. I’m healing well thanks to you,” Jason assured him.

Danny almost bristled. It was what he wanted to know, of course, but he didn’t want to be coddled. “Good, because we’re going into the Infinite Realms and they can be dangerous. So you’re going to stay close to my side and you’re going to listen to everything I say and we are going to see Frostbite to make sure you didn’t permanently injure your core getting stabbed as it was coming in! Because you were a reckless idiot and were out fighting crime while going through a transformation of your very being!”

“Are we talking about this now?”

“Don’t get cheeky—”

“I’m not,” Jason insisted. When Danny just scowled, Jason stepped forward. He cradled Danny’s face gently. “I’m not. I just want to make sure now is when you want to talk about this. I don’t want to push you.”

Danny swallowed around the lump of tension in his throat and gave a nod.

Jason let out a little breath. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. You’re right, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been out like that while this was going on. I was just— you know the first time I got sick from the ectoshot? The family was bugging me for weeks about it. They were…” Jason paused as if turning the words around in his head. “They were worried, I guess— no, I get now, because I had missed a few patrols, because I never miss patrols. I’m used to going out there and doing what I need to do no matter what’s going on or what state I’m in. I’m used to not having anyone… no, I’m used to not relying on anyone because I feel like I can’t. Because the Pit lies. It makes it feel like… I’m used to feeling like I don’t have anyone. Even though I have my family and you… I’m still trying to get used to that idea without the Pit in the way. So you’re right, and I’m sorry.”

“You could have died,” Danny choked out.

“I know.”

Danny shook his head. “You could have died and would I have even known? Would Dick have thought to tell me? And even if he did what lie would he have given? I would have just felt you… you would have just been gone, Jason! You would have died and shattered apart and you would have been gone! And I never would have known how—”

Jason yanked Danny against him, holding him so tightly that it was almost hard for Danny to breathe.

He pressed in closer.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

They stood there, clinging to each other, and Danny let himself fall apart a little— like he had been putting off since that night. Jason carded gentle fingers through Danny’s hair as Danny shook in his arms.

“Great. Now I’m crying,” Danny said with a pathetic sniffle when he felt worn out by his emotions.

“That’s okay,” Jason murmured.

“I didn’t mean to make this about me.”

“That’s okay too. You’re allowed to be upset, fish.”

“I’ll feel better once we get your core checked out,” Danny admitted, finally pulling back, wiping at his face.

“I’ll listen to everything you say,” Jason promised.

“You better,” Danny said, trying to sound firm. “First off, wear this.”

Danny shoved an absurdly thick coat at Jason, but he took it and put it on without comment. He really did seem like he was going to listen to Danny. Danny just tossed his own ectocase around his shoulders and let the white rings wash over him, transforming into Phantom.

He turned away from Jason, taking a moment to gather himself, before he ripped open a portal to the Realms.

“I know you told me yetis, but still,” Jason said with a motion at the village around him.

“Something to see, isn’t it?” Danny asked with a little grin. The smile was still a little shaky looking, but it was far better than how Danny had looked in his apartment.

Jason felt horrible for how he had worried Danny and Dick. He had been stupid, and it had been people he cared about that had paid for it. He would take any smiles that Danny could muster right then, even shaky ones.

“So how does it work, having a yeti as a doctor when you’re human?”

“I mean, I’m not right now, am I?” Danny said, motioning to his stark white hair. “I’m a ghost and all ghosts are just a core surrounded by an ectoplasmic form. That form can look like a human or a yeti or an evil plant with a chip on its shoulder—”

A what?

“—but, like, that’s just the appearance of the ectoplasm. With enough effort and will we can completely change that appearance, but most beings stick with something close to their living form, at least for those of us that were alive. Frostbite has explained that because the form we had as the living is basically imprinted on our core, so it’s the easiest and the most natural form for our ectoplasm to take. Minor changes like hair and clothing are easy, because we changed those all the time when alive, but bigger changes take more effort and a level of upkeep.

“You and I are a little unique as halfas. We’re in flux in a way that other ghosts aren’t. My from has pretty naturally aged up as my human half has, for example, though Frostbite thinks that I could still very easily revert back to the age I was when I died if I wanted too, since that’s part of the original imprint.”

Not for the first time, Jason couldn’t help but dread what his ghost form might be. If he was lucky, he’d simply change into an inverted Red Hood. But when has he been lucky like that? There was a far too certain part of Jason that knew he’d come back as he had been in the warehouse: a scared kid who had been murdered.

A Robin.

He didn’t know if he could stand to be back in that uniform.

Jason did his best to push the thought aside. If he worried about it, he’d just let it consume him. He didn’t want to be in that mindset— especially not when he was in an unknown place; not that Danny would let anything happen to him.

Besides, there was too much to look at to be lost in his own head.

“Frostbite!” Danny called out suddenly, rushing forward towards a large yeti with a crystal arm.

The yeti smiled. That was… a lot of teeth. “Great One!”

Great one?

“Are you unwell or simply here for a visit? How are you handling the lack of haunt? Come, we should look you over anyways.”

“Frostbite, I’m fine, really, but I want you to check over Jason. There was a little… incident,” Danny said. He turned to motion to Jason and waved him over. “Frostbite, this is Jason, the other halfa I’ve told you about. Jason, this is Frostbite, chief of this village and my physician.”

“It is an honor to meet another friend of the Great One,” the Chief said with a pleasant smile.

“Thanks,” Jason said, shooting Danny a look at the ‘great one’ title. Danny just rubbed at the back of his neck bashfully. “Danny’s told me how you both worked out the idea for the ecotshots for me. I appreciate the help.”

“Of course! I am always here to help a halfa with their health. There are so few of you, it is the least that I can do to offer my aid,” Frostbite said with a little half bow. “Come, we should head inside where we will have some privacy.”

“Thank you,” Jason said, aware that he was getting more than a few looks from the residents. He bundled a little deeper into his coat as they made their way inside to what was clearly a medical room, despite the wholly unusual architecture.

Frostbite motioned for Jason to take a seat on the medical bed. “Now, are you alright with King Phantom being in the room for your examination?”

“Yes,” Jason answered quickly, swallowing back the words that he’d much rather Danny be there than not. “He’s been involved so far anyways.”

“Very well,” Frostbite said and shut the door behind Danny. “There was an incident I am told?”

Jason gave a little nod. “Danny thinks it was my core coming in finally. But I was in the middle of a fight. I, ah… help protect my city. It threw me off and I got stabbed. It was a pretty bad wound.”

Danny scoffed. When Frostbite looked his way he crossed his arms with a scowl. “He could have died. I gave him an ectoshot, third one, but I’m still worried that getting hurt that badly when his core was properly forming hurt something.”

“Ah, well, we can certainly look into that, hum?” Frostbite pulled on something that seemed to be a stethoscope of some sort connected to a pitch tuner. He gestured with it for permission and Jason nodded. “What did your core feel like?”

“Burning,” Jason answered. “Is… that a bad thing?”

“Not if it is a core that is meant to burn,” the yeti said with a rumbling chuckle as he pressed the stethoscope to Jason’s chest. “Now, think a happy thought.”

“Really? What is this, Peter Pan?”

Danny covered a snort of laughter.

“Not a reference I know,” Frostbite admitted.

“They, ah, think happy thoughts to fly in the story,” Jason explained awkwardly.

“Well, as ghosts can fly and our cores are heavily responsive to our emotions, perhaps not a bad analogy,” Frostbite said. “Now, happy thoughts, please.”

Closing his eyes, Jason took a breath and let it out slowly as he grasped for something happy to think of. It was… easier than it used to be. Meals with the family, tea with Alfred, and Danny. Danny smiling in wonder in the planetarium. Danny whooping as he dashed through the waves. Dancing with Danny in the town square.

Kissing Danny.

“And there we are,” Frostbite murmured.

“How is it?” Danny asked anxiously.

“Shush.”

Now Jason felt anxious.

“Such worry,” Frostbite said as he pulled away with a chuckle. “The core is a bit quiet, perhaps, but it is still young. I do not hear any cracking or strange reverberations. The humming was strong for the age of the core. You have not transformed yet?”

“No,” Jason said, trying not to let that fear grip him about that.

Frostbit nodded. “It would be best to not yet do so. One more ectoshot at least before you try, perhaps two. There would be no harm in having another one soon to help with the growth.”

“Can you top us off?” Danny asked as he wiggled the case he’d brought at Frostbite.

“Of course, we will see to that before you leave. While you are here, Jason, would you wish to find out what type of core you have?”

“Yes, of course,” Jason said, both curious and wanting to make sure the burning was something he was supposed to feel.

“I will be right back then,” Frostbite said.

Once the yeti had left, Jason glanced over at Danny. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I’m glad it’s nothing, but I needed us to check, you know?”

“Hey, fish, I get it. I don’t mind having come. Who gets to say they’ve met yetis?”

“You will plenty, he’s your doctor now too,” Danny pointed out. “Oh, and I want you to take this ectocase and store it somewhere Dick can get to it if you’re hurt again, alright?”

“Sure, fish,” Jason said. He’d give Danny that little bit of security. “I’ll have it stored in the Cave and tell Dick about it.”

“Okay, good,” Danny said, letting out a tense breath.

“Hey, come here.”

When Danny stepped close, Jason tucked Danny to stand in between his lefts and gently cupped his face. “I’m going to do everything I can to be safe. I’m not going to go out on patrol right now. I’ll work with Dick to find an excuse until my core is solid. I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t think about how this would affect everything else. But I promise you, I’m going to do everything I can to be safe now that I get it.”

“Sorry I’m worrying.”

“None of that, you’re allowed to worry,” Jason said, brushing his lips against Danny’s forehead. “Just also trust me to do my best. I just got you, I’m not going to leave you.”

“Okay,” Danny said with another measured breath. “I trust you, I do.”

“Ah, should I return in a moment?” Frostbite asked softly from the doorway.

“No, it’s fine,” Danny said, pulling back from Jason. “Really. I want to know what Jason’s core is also.”

Frostbite gave a little nod and opened the case he was carrying. In it, cradled in soft velvet, was a glass ball. Or, at least, what looked like a glass ball to Jason. It was slightly cool when Frostbite set it in Jason’s cupped hands.

“Now Jason, this will show us what your core is by projecting the appropriate imagery into the sphere. You must close your eyes and focus inside yourself. It may be harder for you in this form, but attempt to feel that burning again.”

Jason did as he was told, thinking back to the feeling on the night he was stabbed and the little flares of heat he had sensed since. He could feel it, just barely, as this heat inside his chest. It was this faint, churning ball of warmth sitting under his sternum.

“Oh,” Danny breathed. “That’s beautiful.”

“Yes,” Frostbite rumbled. “Stay focused, but you may open your eyes.”

Jason paused. He was almost afraid to know. This was the first real thing— the first proof that he was still half dead. But he had to face it.

He opened his eyes.

The sphere was glowing so brightly orange it was almost hard to look at. The light spilled through cracks and fissures of an ashen black surface that split and shifted and formed.

“…lava?”

“Lava,” Frostbite confirmed. “A powerful force. It can be destructive. It can spread across the land, decimating everything in front of it.”

Jason’s breath hitched. Of course he was a force of destruction and death. Of course he—

Frostbit’s large hands gently surrounded his, partially shielding the light from the sphere. “But it can also be creation. It can make whole new islands. And the earth left behind by a lava flow is incredibly rich— life blooms from it. It is a duality. Very fitting, I would think, for a halfa.”

The next breath shuddered through Jason, right to his center where that warmth sat. He swallowed heavily against the lump in his throat. “I… yeah.”

Frostbite carefully took the sphere from Jason’s hand, the lava flared once before it the sphere was clear again. Frostbite turned around to put it away, and Jason was pretty certain it was all so that he could have a moment to compose himself.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until Danny stepped close to wipe the tears away. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I just…” Jason cleared his throat. “I guess it was just a lot suddenly, seeing that.”

“I meant what I said, it was beautiful,” Danny said.

Jason smiled. He was sure it was more than a little watery, but it was an honest smile. “Thank you.”

“Now, do you have any questions about your core?” Frostbite asked.

Jason took a moment to think about that. “I won’t… there’s no way for me to hurt Danny, is there? With him having an ice core.”

“No,” Frostbite said with another one of his chuckles. “In a normal situation, you would have an advantage in a fight, should you use your elemental powers, but King Phantom has a way of assuming the powers that he battles against. He has very few weaknesses in that manner. And you will be of no harm being simply near him. In fact, it may be a nice balance— he runs cold and you warm. If one was being poetic, one could say you are made for each other.”

“You’re talking like it’s fate.”

“With the Great One, it’s never wise to rule anything out,” Frostbite said with a chuckle. “Come now, let us see to getting you ecto and let you go on your way. I am sure it has been a long day.”

It really had; long, but not bad.

Not bad at all.

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AN: This chapter fought me with my poor health, but here we are! And we finally figure out what Jason's core is! I hope everyone likes the choice~

And things also continue to settle down a little. Though Danny is going to be hounded by his friends for sure!

Stay delightful, darlings!

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atlasthegreatest · 2 months ago

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Late Night Talking/ Caroline Forbes x Male Reader

In which, Caroline Forbes, upset and alone, meets Y/n Salvatore, Damon’s twin brother.

Word count: 3874

A/n: I forgot I had this in my drafts. Enjoy it!

The streets of Mystic Falls were drenched in the dim glow of the streetlights, flickering just slightly, as if they too were growing weary of the quiet. It was late, and the town, typically buzzing with life, now lay silent under the cover of night. The only sound that broke the stillness was the soft, uneven breaths of Caroline Forbes, sitting alone on a bench by the side of the road.

She wiped at her face hastily, trying to hide the evidence of her tears even though no one was around to see. Her heart felt heavy, crushed beneath the weight of Elena’s words. Elena had never meant to be cruel, but sometimes her well-meaning observations cut deeper than intended.

“You’ve always needed to be the best, Caroline. Maybe it’s time to stop trying so hard.”

Caroline heard the words over and over, like a loop in her mind, each repetition digging deeper into her insecurities. She had changed so much since becoming a vampire—stronger, more confident—but deep down, the old wounds hadn’t fully healed. And Elena, in her innocent way, had unknowingly ripped them wide open.

She wiped her face again, frustrated at herself for crying in the first place. She wasn’t supposed to be this fragile anymore. She was supposed to be stronger than this.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and steady, breaking through the silence of the night. Caroline tensed, her vampire instincts sharpening immediately. She turned her head slightly, scanning the shadows. The footsteps were calm, unhurried, as if the person walking wasn’t in any rush at all. When the figure came into view, Caroline stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

He was tall, dark-haired, and familiar—too familiar. But this wasn’t Stefan. And it wasn’t Damon, either. It was like looking at Damon, but there was something different in his face, something older, more measured. His features were a little softer, his gaze less predatory, yet there was an undeniable connection to the Salvatore brothers.

The man stopped a few feet away from her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. He watched her for a moment, studying her in silence before he finally spoke.

“You’re Caroline, right?” His voice was smooth and deep, but not unkind.

Caroline blinked, still trying to wrap her mind around who he was. “Yeah,” she said cautiously. “And you are…?”

“Y/n,” he replied with a small nod, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Damon’s twin brother. Older, technically.”

Her eyes widened. Twin brother? Damon had never once mentioned a twin. It was hard enough dealing with two Salvatores—one who was endlessly brooding, the other infuriatingly smug—but now there was a third?

“Damon has a twin?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and wariness. “How is that something he’s never mentioned?”

Y/n gave a small chuckle. “Damon’s not exactly forthcoming about his past, is he?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

He moved a little closer, his expression softening as he took in her tear-streaked face. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing toward the bench beside her.

Caroline hesitated, glancing down at the ground before nodding. “Sure, I guess.”

Y/n sat down next to her, though he left enough space between them to avoid making her uncomfortable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t tense. It was… oddly comforting.

“Rough night?” he finally asked, his tone gentle, like he already knew the answer.

Caroline gave a short, bitter laugh. “You could say that.” She bit her lip, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She hated feeling this way—weak, vulnerable—but it had all just been too much.

Y/n didn’t press, didn’t ask any more questions, which somehow made it easier for her to speak. “Elena said some stuff,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Stuff I know she didn’t mean to hurt me, but it did. It just… feels like no matter how much I change, no one sees it. I’ll always be the girl who tries too hard, who’s never good enough.”

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she cursed herself inwardly for letting it show.

Y/n was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was low and thoughtful. “It’s hard when the people who matter to you don’t see who you’ve become. They get stuck on the version of you they’ve always known.”

Caroline glanced at him, surprised by the understanding in his tone. “How would you know?”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been around a long time, Caroline. Long enough to know that sometimes, people hold on to the past, even when the person in front of them has changed.”

She didn’t say anything, but his words resonated with her more than she expected. There was something about him, something that made her feel like he understood her without judgment. He wasn’t like Damon, who was all sharp edges and hidden vulnerabilities, or Stefan, who always tried to save everyone. Y/n was… different. Calmer. Wiser, maybe.

“I don’t know why I care so much,” Caroline muttered, more to herself than to him. “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt,”Y/n said softly. “It just means you’ve learned how to survive it.”

Caroline looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d sat down. There was no pity there, no condescension. Just a quiet understanding, as if he’d lived through the same kind of pain she was feeling now.

“I get it,” he continued, leaning back slightly. “Being compared to the people around you—people who seem perfect, like they have everything together—it’s exhausting. But you’ve built your own path, Caroline. You’re not just living in their shadows. You’ve got your own light.”

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling again. “It doesn’t always feel like it,” she admitted. “Especially with Elena. It’s like she doesn’t even see me sometimes. Like I’ll never be as important as her or Bonnie or… anyone.”

Y/n sighed softly, his expression turning somber. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t see the worth you know you have. But that doesn’t mean it’s not there. You’ve done more than just survive, Caroline. You’ve thrived. And no one—Elena included—can take that away from you.”

Caroline stared at him, her heart clenching at his words. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it like he truly believed it. Like he saw her in a way that no one else ever had.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t even know me.”

Y/n smiled, this time a little softer. “Maybe it’s because I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t measure up. And maybe I can see that you’ve been fighting that battle for a long time.”

Caroline didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just sat there, the weight of his words settling over her like a blanket of comfort. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she had to be perfect. She didn’t feel like she had to prove anything.

She just felt… seen.

“Thanks,” she whispered, wiping at her face one last time. “For sitting with me. For saying all that.”

“Anytime,” Y/n replied, his voice soft but sincere. “And for the record, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Least of all, to Elena.”

Caroline nodded, her heart lighter than it had been in hours. She wasn’t sure what to make of Y/n Salvatore yet, but for now, it didn’t matter. He had been there when she needed someone, and that was enough.

As they sat in comfortable silence, side by side on the quiet street, Caroline couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she had thought.

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The silence between Caroline and Y/n wasn’t oppressive, nor was it awkward. It was a shared quiet, the kind where neither felt the need to fill the space with meaningless words. Caroline wasn’t sure what had brought Y/n to Mystic Falls or what his intentions were, but for now, he wasn’t pushing for answers, and neither was she.

She drew a deep breath, letting the cool night air steady her racing thoughts. Elena’s words still stung, but they weren’t the sharp, gnawing pain they had been an hour ago. Talking to Y/n—this new, mysterious older Salvatore—had brought her some strange form of comfort. He didn’t know her past, didn’t hold her up to some impossible standard like Elena sometimes did. He didn’t expect her to be perfect.

Y/n shifted slightly beside her, and Caroline noticed the subtle tension in his posture. His relaxed demeanor only masked something deeper, something unsettled beneath the surface. She wasn’t the only one with weight on her shoulders.

“Why now?” Caroline finally asked, her voice soft but curious. “Why come to Mystic Falls after all this time? Damon never mentioned you.”

Y/n let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh but was too quiet and resigned. “That doesn’t surprise me. Damon and I… we don’t exactly keep in touch.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at him. “That’s putting it lightly, I’m guessing.”

Y/n gave her a knowing look, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. “Damon’s always been the stubborn one. Even more so than me, and that’s saying something.”

Caroline couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I can’t imagine anyone more stubborn than Damon.”

Y/n chuckled, a real laugh this time, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Trust me, it’s a family trait. But Damon… he’s always seen things in black and white. You’re either with him or against him. It’s hard to live in those shades of gray when you’ve known someone that long.”

There was a depth to his words, something personal hidden in the lines he didn’t say. Caroline found herself wanting to ask more, but at the same time, she didn’t want to push. She knew enough about complicated sibling relationships—she and Elena weren’t related by blood, but sometimes it felt like they were, with all the emotional baggage that came with it.

“What about Stefan?” Caroline asked instead, steering the conversation somewhere less tense. “Do you have the same… history with him?”

Y/n paused, considering her question before answering. “Stefan and I are different. He was always the one who tried to keep things together between us. The peacekeeper, if you will.”

Caroline nodded, understanding completely. “Yeah, that sounds like Stefan.”

Y/n’s gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. “He was young when we were turned. Still figuring out who he was. I think Damon and I… complicated that for him.”

Caroline glanced at Y/n. His voice held a trace of regret, and it made her wonder just how deep the history between the Salvatore brothers went. She knew Stefan’s story or at least parts of it, and she knew Damon’s. But Y/n was still a mystery. He carried himself differently than either of them—less brooding than Stefan, less volatile than Damon. He had a calmness to him, but there was something guarded behind his eyes like he wasn’t quite ready to let anyone in.

“I don’t want to pry,” Caroline said cautiously, sensing the heaviness of his past. “But what happened between you and Damon? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Y/n smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Damon and I have always been two sides of the same coin. We’re both stubborn, but we wanted different things from the world. I tried to pull him back when he was spiraling, and he didn’t appreciate that. And after a while, we just… stopped trying.”

His words hung in the air, weighted with years of conflict and strained relationships. Caroline could hear the pain beneath the surface, though Y/n spoke with a calmness that belied just how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, surprising herself with how much she meant it. She knew what it was like to lose someone—to feel that disconnect between you and a person you once thought would always be in your life.

Y/n looked at her, and for a moment, there was something in his gaze that felt almost… grateful. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “But that’s why I’m here now. I’ve spent too long running from the past. Maybe it’s time I faced it.”

Caroline tilted her head, studying him. “And Damon? What’s he going to think when he finds out you’re here?”

Y/n chuckled again, though it was laced with a hint of sadness. “Knowing Damon, he’ll either pretend I don’t exist, or he’ll make it his mission to push me out of town.”

“Sounds like Damon,” Caroline agreed, rolling her eyes fondly. “He’s not exactly big on brotherly reunions.”

“No, he isn’t,” Y/n admitted. “But we’ll see. Maybe things will be different this time.”

They fell into silence again, but it was less heavy now, the conversation had shifted to something more familiar—Damon’s inevitable dramatics. Caroline found herself relaxing, the tension in her shoulders easing. She hadn’t expected to find herself sitting on a bench, talking about life with a Salvatore brother she’d never known existed, but here she was. And somehow, it felt… nice.

Y/n leaned back, looking up at the sky as if lost in thought. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “I’ve been alive for centuries, seen more than I can remember, and yet… some things never change.”

Caroline glanced at him. “Like what?”

“Like the need to prove yourself to the people you care about,” he said, his voice quiet but carrying a weight of experience. “No matter how old you get, that never really goes away.”

His words struck a chord with Caroline, and she couldn’t help but feel the truth in them. She had spent so long trying to prove herself—to Elena, to her friends, to herself. Even now, as a vampire, she was still trying to show everyone that she was more than the insecure girl she used to be.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Y/n turned his head, meeting her gaze, and for a moment, there was a shared understanding between them. They were both fighting battles no one else could see, both carrying burdens that went beyond the surface. And in that moment, it didn’t matter how different their stories were—because the weight of their struggles felt eerily similar.

“Whatever Elena said,” Y/n began, his voice soft but steady, “it doesn’t define you. You’re more than what other people think, Caroline.”

Caroline blinked, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She wasn’t used to hearing those kinds of words, especially not from someone like Y/n, who barely knew her but somehow seemed to understand her better than most.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n smiled a genuine, kind smile. “Anytime.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, the night stretching on around them. And for the first time in what felt like ages, Caroline didn’t feel quite so alone.

Maybe Y/n was right. Maybe she didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. Maybe it was enough to just be Caroline—strong, flawed, and enough just as she was.

Bonus chapter:

It was one of those nights that seemed to come all too often in Mystic Falls—tense, filled with whispered plans and barely contained anxiety. The air was thick with the scent of pine, the occasional sound of wildlife echoing through the woods. The Scooby Gang stood gathered in a clearing, their usual meeting spot when something dangerous was looming.

Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, and Caroline were waiting, a slight chill in the air making the night feel colder than it was. Stefan stood with his arms crossed, watching the treeline intently, while Elena paced restlessly nearby. Bonnie, ever the calm center of their group, was seated on a fallen log, flipping through a spellbook she’d brought along in case things went sideways.

Caroline was unusually quiet, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by anyone, especially Stefan.

“You okay, Care?” Stefan asked, his tone soft but concerned as he stepped closer to her. She had been acting a little off all evening, and while Stefan trusted her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering her.

Caroline looked up at him, blinking away her thoughts. “Yeah,” she said quickly, flashing him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine.”

Before Stefan could press further, Damon strolled into the clearing, his usual swagger in full force. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I’ve got better things to do than hunt down some rogue vampire.”

Elena shot him a look. “Like what? Drinking yourself into a stupor?”

Damon smirked. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Before anyone could respond, a new voice cut through the night, cool and casual. “Is this how you always greet a crisis? With bickering?”

Y/n stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention immediately. Damon rolled his eyes, but the rest of the group froze, their eyes flicking between Y/n and Caroline, who was watching him with an expression that was hard to read.

“Who the hell are you?” Elena asked, her voice filled with suspicion. She shot a glance at Stefan, who looked just as confused as she was. Bonnie straightened up, her eyes narrowing as she looked Y/n up and down.

“Y/n,” Damon said, his voice dripping with irritation. “My twin brother. Thought it would be fun to waltz into town and make everything more complicated.”

Y/n smiled, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I wasn’t aware my presence was complicating things. I’m here to help, after all.”

“Wait—your twin?” Bonnie asked, her gaze shifting between Y/n and Damon. “As in, another Salvatore?”

Stefan looked like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. “Y/n...?”

“Hello, brother.” Y/n smiled at his shocked younger brother. “ I see you've grown now.”

Damon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, yes, I have a twin. Older, wiser, more handsome, blah, blah, blah. Can we focus on the actual problem here? The rogue vampire?”

Elena, clearly thrown off by this sudden revelation, looked at Y/n with suspicion. “Why didn’t you ever mention him before?”

Damon shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Because he’s been doing his own thing for a couple of centuries. What does it matter?”

“It matters because we’re all just supposed to accept another Salvatore is walking around town now?” Bonnie asked, her voice filled with the same wariness Elena was feeling.

Y/n chuckled, though there was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “You don’t have to accept anything. I’m here for one reason only—to help you with the threat. After that, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Elena crossed her arms, clearly not convinced. “And why should we trust you? We don’t even know you.”

Before Y/n could respond, Caroline spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. “I know him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Elena’s head whipped around to stare at Caroline, her eyes wide with shock. “You know him? Since when?”

Stefan looked equally confused. “Caroline... how?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Y/n, who met her gaze with a calm, measured look. “I... ran into him the other night. We talked.”

“We talked,” Damon mimicked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Care to elaborate on what kind of ‘talking’ went down?”

Caroline shot him a glare, her patience clearly wearing thin. “It wasn’t like that, Damon. He just... found me. We talked. About stuff. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Elena still looked like she was processing this new information, but Bonnie, ever the sharp one, narrowed her eyes. “And you didn’t think to mention this?”

Caroline bit her lip, glancing at the group before sighing. “It didn’t seem relevant at the time. He’s not here to hurt anyone. He was actually... kind of helpful.”

Elena blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Helpful? Damon’s twin?”

Damon let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on, I can be helpful sometimes.”

“No, you can’t,” Bonnie shot back flatly.

Y/n smiled at the exchange, stepping closer to the group. “Look, I understand why you’re cautious. I would be too, if I were in your shoes. But I’m not here to cause problems. I’m here because I know how dangerous this vampire is. And like it or not, you’ll need my help.”

Stefan finally spoke up, his voice calmer than the others. “What do you know about this rogue vampire?”

Y/n’s expression grew serious. “I’ve been tracking him for weeks. He’s older than you think, stronger too. His tactics are brutal. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. And he has a grudge against our family, Stefan. Specifically, against me and Damon.”

Stefan’s face hardened at the mention of the threat being personal. “Why you?”

“ Our family crossed him centuries ago,” Lucian explained, his tone grim. “He’s been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

Damon, surprisingly, grew serious as well, his usual arrogance slipping away. “So, we’re dealing with a vendetta. Fantastic.”

“We’ve handled worse,” Elena said, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice. “But if this guy is as dangerous as you say, then we need to be prepared.”

Bonnie, who had been quietly watching Y/n throughout the conversation, finally spoke again. “If you’re here to help, then prove it.”

Y/n met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I will. When the time comes, you’ll see.”

Damon crossed his arms, a slight smirk on his face. “I still say we don’t need him. But hey, it’s not like I can stop him from getting involved.”

“Just stay out of my way, Y/n,” Lucian replied coolly. “And we’ll get along just fine.”

Stefan stepped forward, his eyes focused on Lucian. “Whatever history you two had in the past, leave it out of this. We need to work together, now.”

Y/n’s expression softened slightly as if he respected Stefan’s resolve. “Agreed.”

The tension in the air lessened, but it didn’t disappear entirely. The Scooby Gang was still on edge, and Y/n’s presence wasn’t exactly comforting to most of them. But they had a common goal now, and for the moment, that was enough.

As they began discussing their plan to deal with the rogue vampire, Caroline found herself standing beside Y/n, who glanced at her with a quiet smile.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low so the others couldn’t hear. “For vouching for me.”

Caroline gave him a small smile in return. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

As the group prepared for the looming threat, Caroline couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Y/n was still a mystery, but she had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what they needed.

What she needed.

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The Lovers.

[Inspired(?)/redrawn after The Lovers (1928) by René Magritte. The background in my drawing is one of the corners of the greenhouse from the manor.

I love the idea of Melly never ever taking her mask off and Norton just vibing with her quirks. 💚 She has like 3874 spare masks around. She's the cutest strange weird girl fr. /affectionate]

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sexylonestar · 1 year ago

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Nylon # 3874

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Hey honey! i just read this and gosh definitely one of the hottest things i've read in the last few days🥵🥵🥵🥵 With that being said i was wondering if i could get a soft Dom! Daemon x sub fem!reader x sub! Aemond with whatever kinks you want. Just Daem being good and taking care of his subs, with some fluff and aftercare please? (bonus if the 3 have an established relationship with each other)

Hello love ♡ Thank you so much for your sweet words, I put all my insanity in it (!) Like I said I haven't written much xreader in my life but I recently become obsessed with this threesome so I'm DEFINITELY writing more, I tried something with your absolutely amazing prompt with some of my favorite kinks sooo, I hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Checkmate

Daemond x Female!Reader - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (Threesome smut - Dom/Sub)

⸻ Summary: Battles and wars rage outside, but the one in bed with your lovers, King and Prince are more important than the rest of the world.

Tags: Established relationship, Shameless Smut, Threesome F/M/M, PWP, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Soft!Dom - Sub, Armor / Sword / Mommy / Breeding kink, Orgasm, Aftercare, She/Her reader

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: I’m now obsessed with this pairing so offering you more Daemond x Female!reader - This is soft!dom Daemon and sub!Aemond and reader, I put some of my favorite kinks in here so read at your own risks. (read tags!) Requested by anon on Tumblr, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut prompts: here & here

⸻ Words: 3874

The cold air of the morning mercilessly hit your body as you were standing inside the tent, on your knees, waiting. You were ready, just like you were asked to be once the sun would set. Your lovers had yet to arrive. The battle was raging near, everything you hoped for was seeing them come back. Often you were coming with Daemon and Aemond. Because Daemon was possessive, dominant, because it’s the way you built the relationship. He would not let his lovers, his pets, his sexual partners away for long. He craved you both near him, at all times, despite the risks. All three of you were living for the risks, it only made things better.

When Daemon would come back, you would both heal his wounds if needed, ease his pain, and most of the time please him until your bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Never would he let you get hurt, but never would he let you disobey either. It was a relationship of power and strengths, he possessed both, you were his, as was Aemond.

The relationship had started only between you and Daemon. He had once conquered your castle, then your mind, your heart, your body. A love soft and dominating. Daemon never hid how he considered your relationship, he wanted you to be a good, submissive wife, he would treat you well, love you, protect you, and you would obey, you would give away to all his desires. It satisfied you both. But as time had passed, you met with several people, some you never cared about, some who interested you. Both Daemon and you were not against another person joining, but no one ever lived up to your desires or expectations, until you met with Aemond. It has never crossed your mind before meeting him, fiercely fighting, showing off at the training ground, but who else than a younger, as arrogant and clever, as strong and brave as Daemon, could fit better? Daemon read your mind like an open book when you started to show interest in his nephew. It both surprised you, but Aemond never hid his obsession for long with you both. So it started, Aemond and you, the Rogue Prince’s lovers, little pets, Prince and Princess like he loved to call you. He was not your Prince, not the Slayer or the Rogue, he was your King.

Relief filled your heart and body when softly, Aemond entered the tent, breathless, but alive and well at first sight. You both exchanged a soft smile, no words needed, work was to be done. If he was there, Daemon wasn’t far. Aemond lost no time, he moved toward you, you were kneeling next to your King’s chair, which was facing the tent’s entrance. You stood still at the left side while Aemond was removing his armor, clothes in a sensual haste. Brushing some part of his skin, torso and arms with a fabric, he kneeled in front of you when he was done. His hair loose, eyepatch off as the dark lilac contrasted with the bright blue. He risked a move, brushing your chin with his fingers, a gentle motion to indicate, without words needed, that all was fine. The battle went smoothly, another victory, which would only mean that the man would come back eager, ready and hungry.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

The voice, guttural, but with a soft tone to it, a threat, but which felt more like an invitation. Aemond withdrew his hand, head down as he faced toward his uncle. The man fierce, standing at the tent’s entrance, the smoke and light of the day outlining his impressive armor and posture. A threat and a treat.

“My Princess”, he whispered, advancing toward the chair. When he reached your body, knees on the floor, a smirk was born on his lips, satisfied, pleased, burning with anticipation, with need. You were wearing the short silk dress he loved so much, outlining perfectly your body, breast, hips, waist. Your legs nude for his lustful eyes, collarbone and neck ready for ruination. Head tilting, you looked up to him, your name was a signal, you were authorized to look up.

Eye on the floor, Aemond breath was quiet and regular, almost inaudible. Daemon went past him, standing in front of his chair, turning back to face the tent’s entrance, both his lovers at his feet. He softly caressed your head, thumb running circles in a gentle but controlling manner, you were waiting for any orders, anything that would please him, the usual or not.

“Aemond. Look at me.”, he turned his head to his nephew, who raised his eyes immediately, “Clean Dark Sister’s hilt. Let’s play with it a little today.”, he grinned. Aemond only nodded, catching the long and heavy sword, hands shaking. It was both an honor, and mysteriously menacing too. The younger Prince did as he was told, fabric in hand, carefully cleaning his uncle’s sword. While he was working, Daemon turned his attention back to you, the vile smirk still on his lips. Wrinkling your eyes, soft smile on your face, cheeks reddened but body shivering at the cold, you looked perfect, naive, innocent, ruinable, a body to manhandle as he wished, the one he loved to desire, to hold, to take care of.

“Take my pants off, sweet Princess”, he breathed, voice low, like it danced on the wind, “I’ll keep the top, I know my sweetheart will love to rut against it while Aemond has some fun with his new toy.”

Head tilting, resting on your shoulders, you smirked. So it has begun, the game. You nod, still on your knees as you advance to carefully take him off his armor, only the bottom part, then the pants, the underwear, freeing the large and angry shaft resting inside. Heart racing, you bit your lips at the sight, how impressive he was, both in armor and with his cock out. Mouth salivating, you withdrew your hand from his crotch, waiting for more commands. Aemond had moved back next to the chair as Daemon sat on it, with enough space next for you.

“At my side Princess, mouth open and ready.”, he rasped. You stood up, like a feline, crawling at his side, both hands on his armor, painted with blood, dirt and other substances unrecognizable. Still on your knees, breast squeezed against the hard material, sensitive and hard nipples burning hot against the cold. He hummed, lips brushing yours as you clung to his armor, fingers inside the collar.

“Aemond”, he called, turning his head to his nephew, standing between his opened legs and visible member, ignoring your needy lips as you pouted, “You’ll take care of that hilt will you? Lick it till it’s clean and it shines. Maybe then you’ll deserve to choke on my cock.”

Aemond lips slightly parted away as he met your excited gaze, both you and Daemon staring down at him. He obeyed, raising his body a little to reach for the top, holding the heavy blade still while his tongue assaulted the hilt. Daemon watched as the younger Prince’s mouth moved around, saliva dripping, noises loud and wet while sucking the top on his mouth. A hand behind your back, holding you close, your breast was languidly rubbing against the hard armor. You sensed his fingernails digging in the frail fabric against your skin, a signal you understood immediately as you leaned in, lips closing around his left earlobe, teeth nibbling at the rough skin.

“You look so good beneath me, little Prince.” Daemon raised his hand, a message for Aemond to stop, “Good boy. Never been cleaner.”, he laughed darkly, “Now get over here, suck my cock and give us a good show.”

Aemond happily obliged, moving closer, a hand resting on his thigh as the other reached for the hardened base, gripping the cock in full hand. Your lips left Daemon’s earlobe, focusing on his cheek, Aemond in your peripheral vision, shyly licking the top, tongue circling around, playing with the precum dripping at the head. The sight had you shaking, thighs squeezing as your core burned, absolutely wet when Aemond lowered his head, bobbing on the large cock, moaning when it reached deep inside his throat.

“Is this making you wet?”, rasped Daemon against your cheek, skin shivering at the words. You whined when his hand left your back to travel to your waist, then the inside of your thighs, Aemond gagging noises, fast pace having you desperate, cunt aching, begging for any touch. You weren’t wearing anything under the silk dress, as Daemon commanded. His fingers painfully scratched the skin, reaching for your slit, a grin on his face as he savored having you waiting, unable to beg or ask for friction. You will wait, endure as he pleases.

Aemond moaned loudly, his uncle’s body tensing, as he gagged, taking his dick faster and deeper, stroking the cock as its base, pushing it inside mercilessly. A hand in Aemond’s loosened hair, Daemon finally let his fingers slide needily against your burning core, your wetness as lube. He pressed two fingers against your lips, parting them as his thumb aggressively assaulted your clit, drawing whines and sobs out of you as your hips rubbed against his harsh digits.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You moaned, no words allowed yet, head nodding, erratic, hot, burning. No thoughts, only Daemon fingers teasing your insides.

“Speak.”

Swallowing back saliva, some drops dripping on your chin, you stared into his dark lilac eyes.

“Y-yes.” He raised an eyebrow, waiting. It was hard to focus, Aemond moans and wet pop in your ears as Daemon’s cock left his mouth, face red and lips swollen, “I nee-need you - your fingers.”

“Where?”

“In-inside me.”, you whined.

He grinned. ‘Good girl’. Finally he entered, two fingers at once, no mercy, only chasing his own pleasure as he watched your face, your body and cunt melting around him. Hips rutting, meeting the harsh trust of his digits, lips collapsing together as he grabbed your chin, eating your mouth as everything he ever owned depended on it. Nipples scratching against the fabric and his armor, Aemond observed your blissful figure, from your legs shaking, hands lost on Daemon’s hair, loosening them, the shape of your breast showing through the clothes. He waited, cock hardened, painful against his own pants, drunk into the sinful sight of his King and Princess.

You screamed when Daemon split his finger inside, scissoring you open, his wrists’ motions rough against you clenching walls. You were close, so close he could feel it too, and as he knew, he paced faster and faster, nails scratching inside. You felt like your hole would eat him whole and never let him leave, your core taking the shape of his digits forever. Stomach aching, your body ablaze, vision fading to black as you came on his fingers.

“Fuck”, moaned Daemon, the both of you breathing heavily, “All that only from my fingers Princess?”, he smirked, “What will it be when you sink on my cock?”

You smiled, overwhelmed but satisfied, thinking you could ride him instantly despite the orgasm, mind hazy with lust only. Daemon turned his attention to his nephew, his knees as painful as his cock, still watching you, stroking him the best he could through the fabric.

“Open”, ordered Daemon, pressing his fingers full of your juices against Aemond eager lips. He opened, taking his tongue out, circling it around the older man’s digits, drinking it like a nectar offered by the gods themselves. Daemon grabbed your neck with his other hand, squeezing it slightly. “Dress off, and get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You obliged as he let you go, walking the best you could the few centimeters separating you from the bed, crawling onto the mattress and drowning into the soft sheets, legs spread, back against the cushions. Daemon abruptly stood up, you could see in him the patience growing thin, his cock sucked but still too neglected for him, he needed a release inside one of you, possibly both if the man could do it. Aemond watched him as he undressed, the rest of the armor and the clothes hitting the floor in grand nonchalance. He moved toward the bed, hand signaling Aemond to follow him.

“Take your pants off”, he rasped toward his nephew, “You are riding me first, be good and I shall let you cum.”

Aemond nodded, licking his lips, exchanging a quick excited glance with you as you took out your tongue in a childish gesture, a silent but arrogant laugh on his face. Daemon approached you, caressing your cheeks, fingernails scratching the skin in a possessive manner.

“You’ll mount that vigorous cock too, pretty Princess. But now your King desires that sweet whorish-breast around his lips.”, he paused, “So be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your submission aroused him you knew, so slightly parting away your lips, humming, legs spread, elbow bend, hands withdrawn around your face, you waited for him to take you, possess you whole. He sat on the bed, mattress shifting under his weight as he rested his back between your legs, head on your breasts. Aemond followed, swift and silent as usual, shaft hard and leaking, hiding his arousal at the idea of finally riding his uncle behind his perfectly played submission to his elder. The younger Prince climbed on top of Daemon, the older man losing no time as he grabbed his thin waist and hungrily sank him down on his cock, hole dry and unprepared.

“U-uncle!”, the yell only annoyed Daemon who dug his fingers deeper into Aemond’s waist, bruising the skin. You sensed his body shift as he pushed you deeper into the cushion, you stood on your elbows trying not to get crushed under his weight, his back broad against your sensitive breast.

“Did I tell you to talk?”

The Prince shook his head, breath heavy, head inside him, scratching painfully at the entrance.

“That’s how you call me?”, questioned Daemon, voice low, filled with a mix of lust and menace, “Is that how I told you to call me?”

“N-no.”, stuttered Aemond.

“Behave.” Daemon’s jaw clenched.

Aemond placed both hands on Daemon belly, his whole body tensing, cock filling him up to the brim. He was used to this cock, his whole adapting fast, but the burning sensation was surprising at first, explaining the sudden yell. But he was good, always, so he took it. Lowering himself completely he moaned loudly, immediately

“Louder”, ordered Daemon, “Louder boy, you can be louder can’t you?”

Aemond nodded, raising his legs, a sinful gesture before sinking back down again, mouth open, tongue out, fucking himself open on his uncle large cock. Each thrust felt like it reached deeper, it opened him larger and larger, walls clenching around Daemon as the older man grunted at the sensation.

“Tight”, he grunted, “Still so tight after taking so much dick up his ass.” Daemon’s comments only made Aemond’s pace faster, more desperate, erratic, his own cock leaking, bouncing against his belly as he worked himself on top of Daemon. Letting his nephew fuck himself on him, Daemon turned his head to you, your burning core against his back, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples as you watched Aemond moans and ride his uncle’s cock. Your body shivered as you felt a hot, wet sensation, observing as Daemon had slightly moved to your right side, head resting under your breast, pressing kisses and biting the soft skin. Right hand firm on Aemond waist, his left hand moved to grope your left breast, vigorously massaging it, palm full of it as it rubbed against the sensitive bud. His mouth found your right nipples as your arm held his head close in a nurturing gesture, fingers smoothing his hair. His lips closed around the pink bud, sucking it noisily in his mouth as he bited it repetitively. He broke contact, catching his breath as he eagerly licked long stripes.

“When you’ll be full of me”, he mewled against you, words going through you, his breath penetrating deep, “I’ll feed off you little Princess. I’ll be hungrier than you for my cock and mouth around and in that sweet pussy.”

The idea had you moaning, accompanied by his harsh tongue assaulting the bud. Full of him, swelling with his child. It wasn’t a desire, it was a need. Both for your future child that you couldn’t wait to hold and love, but for him too. What he had loved first with you was your motherly gestures, your mother-like personality, your maternal embrace. You didn’t know much about his, but the instant you got intimate, you knew he needed control as much as reassurance in the arms of the women he loved. You never refused him, if he wanted to be cradled in your arm, you would oblige. It made you feel whole, happy, content. The sexual appeal to it only made it better.

You were taken out of your thoughts as you felt Daemon shift, leaving your breast wet and sweaty, cunt still dripping wet and needy. He must have felt it considering the way he stood up. Aemond had not stopped thrusting but had gotten slower and slower, approaching release, but his uncle had other plans in mind.

“No cumming for you yet. Get off my cock.”, grinned the older man. Aemond obeyed, not without letting a sob out when he felt empty, cock hurting and burning as he grabbed it, knowing he couldn’t stroke himself but trying to hold on to it and focus. “Remember your place.”, breathed Daemon, a finger going from Aemond’s base to the top, digit pushing against it playing with the precum as his nephew cried out, silently begging.

“You turn, Princess”

You moved aside, letting him move back into the cushion. You were surprised when he didn’t let his back fall on them, instead he stood still, legs spread and slightly bent, steadying himself on one hand.

“Turn me on love.”, he breathed, the other hand stroking his cock gently, slow but harsh motions, breath heavy as he wouldn’t hold long his release.

Moving above him, wet and shaky, he let go of his cock to grab your waist, not pushing you on his length, waiting for you to guide his cock inside, your soft fingers on his burning member ripping a dark guttural groan of him. He wouldn’t hold a few thrust before coming.

“Come here my slutty Prince”, he voiced toward Aemond, the boy lost in his thoughts, hand still at his hardened base. He moved Daemon’s right side, on his knees, still gripping himself so hard he thought he could sever his own cock.

“Kiss.”, the Rogue Prince ordered. You hesitated no second as your lips crushed against Aemond’s, mouths and tongues meeting in each other, loudly, desperately fucking each others lips.

“Come pretty boy, all over us.”, commanded Daemon as his nephew was painfully stroking his member.

The motions of your lips, the noises and deep kisses, tongues massaging one another were enough for Aemond as he aggressively fisted his cock between his two lovers, yelling incoherently as he came, hips jerking forward, breaths erratic.

“Good boy.”, grunted Daemon, his hands now on your waist, pushing you down on him, hips meeting yours at an harsh, irregular pace as your legs and breast were bouncing in a synchronized and mesmerizing rhythm in the full view of the two hungry men. You wanted to scream, yell as you moved up and down Daemon’s shaft, his cock, veins, every details scratching open your inside, walls clenched so tight it overwhelmed you in pleasure, eyes closed, only focused on your pace. With each thrust now, accompanied by Daemon’s animalistic grunts, you could feel him hitting spots deeper and deeper within you, his motions feeling like he wanted his seed so deep it would reach your stomach, even your throat, your whole and entire body if he forced hard enough.

“Fuck, fuck!”, shouted Daemon, grabbing Aemond’s hand which rested on his own knee, fingers meeting, like he needed his support, like he wanted him to join. You three were connected as he spilled inside, as waves crashed through you, like ships on the uncompromising, violent sea. “Take it all pretty. All my seed. Want you to swell with our child soon. Want to breed you so good you’ll ask again and again.” You wrapped his cock, milking him to the last drop, making sure none would go to waste as you rested on his legs, needing both the men’s physical support not to simply faint on the bed, overwhelmed by the orgasm.

A few minutes passed. Breaths steady, Daemon motioned toward you with his head, a silent message for Aemond to hold you until you could move on your own. The younger Prince moved his hand around your waist, laying you down on the bed above the sheets, resting at your side, slightly above you as he caressed your head. Daemon had stood up, moving inside the tent away from the bed.

“It didn’t hurt love?”, he questioned, looking toward Aemond.

“It w-was just…surprising”, smirked Aemond, shrugging his shoulders.

Daemon laughed, reaching for the table, wetting a cloth.

“I know you can take it”, said Daemon, raising his eyebrow, it was not a question but a fact, “I know you love it too.”

Coming down from your high, eyes partly opened, you smirked looking at Aemond as he smiled back. There was always complicity between the two of you, maybe the link between, two dominated who knew each other all too well.

“Both of you want to make me mad don’t you, little slutty things?”, husked Daemon, hand gesturing toward the both of you, “I wonder who plays with who sometimes.”

“Hm. A little menace… disobedience makes you fuck even better”, whispered Aemond, hand brushing yours in a loving gesture.

“It’s the flame in your eyes”, you murmured, fingers intertwined as Daemon approached again, the wet cloth in hand, “A little threat makes us a bit more aroused, even more submissive.”

“I can see that”, commented Daemon, delicately washing your core off the sweat and wetness, “But I mustn't go too far.”

You shivered at the friction, Daemon’s touches leaving you to help clean Aemond, the men exchanging a quick kiss and caresses. You bit your lips, he wouldn’t hurt you, ever. He liked control, he liked the submissive bond you both had with him, your motherly breast and touch, Aemond’s likeness to a younger him he loved to dominate, to conquer.

Done with you both, Daemon joined you in bed, his broad body next to Aemond’s who rested his head against his shoulder and scars, eye closed, already meeting with sweet dreams. Nobody said anything anymore, it was time for silent love, unsaid words and delicate touches, you climbed on top of Daemon as he brushed the back of your neck, legs resting between his, head facing Aemond’s. You closed your eyes, full of your King, soon his child you hoped, soothed by the noises of the wind dancing outside and the breaths of your lovers.

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Lying to Herself

Summary: Being an Immortal witch you see and do a lot. This can make relationships rather intimidating. However with a chance meeting all that could change.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut and angst

Word count: 3874

a/n: This is my second time ever writing smut. My first time was on Ao3 and I’ll probably remaster it soon. But since this is only my second time writing smut please read this with a grain of salt. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

Agatha sips on her drink hearing a creak in the bar stool next to her. “I’ll have what she’s having.” The bartender gives a quick nod placing a fresh wine glass onto the table neatly pouring the dark red drink into her glass. The woman next to her takes a sip, “You’ve got good taste.”

Agatha turns in her seat facing the other woman, “And who are you exactly?” The other woman puts out a hand smiling smugly. “Y/n, Y/n Y/n/l.” Agatha gives Y/n an amused smile shaking and kissing the top of her hand. “So what do you do for work Y/n?” Agatha asks leaning an elbow against the bar table.

“I’m a historian.” Agatha raises an eyebrow, “Why not something more-”

“Useful?” Y/n interrupts taking another sip of her drink. Agatha lets out a quick laugh, “I was going to say something more practical.” Y/n shakes her head smiling to herself, “I actually work at a museum about an hour from here. It pays pretty well.”

Agatha leans in closer to Y/n, “Oh really?” Her voice being so sultry and powerful makes Y/n lean in close too. “My apartment is a lot closer though. We could head over there and talk more. And I could get a better look at you outside this bar's dim lighting.”

Agatha’s eyes linger over Y/n looking at her carefully, “I like the sound of that.”

Stopping in front of the door of her apartment door Y/n fumbles through her keys finding the right one as Agatha leans against the door frame. Finding the right key Y/n slips it into the lock as Agatha leans at an angle partially blocking Y/n from opening the door.

Taking it as an opportunity Y/n leans in kissing Agatha. Following suit Agatha finds a grip on Y/n’s hips turning her to have her back pressed against the door. With the soft gentle kisses starting to heat up Agatha pulls away taking a breath, smiling smugly.

“How about you open that door and we continue this inside?” Nodding along Y/n quickly turns around unlocking and opening the door to the apartment. Immediately after entering the apartment, Agatha’s hand traced up to Y/n’s waist pushing her back against the door hard making her let out a soft groan before wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.

Peppering kisses all over Y/n from her lips going down to her neck Agatha rides up Y/n’s shirt feeling her bare waist griping at it firmly. She leans in right next to Y/n’s ear her voice breathy, “Take your shirt off.” Not wasting any time Y/n eagerly takes off her shirt.

Agatha hooks a finger into the waistband of Y/n’s pants pulling her just a little bit closer. “How about you show me your bedroom.” Y/n grins, “Gladly.” Making their way to the bedroom Agatha eyes the queen size bed. “You wanna unzip my dress?”

Y/n gives Agatha a quick kiss as confirmation pulling the zipper on the older woman’s back letting the dress fall flat onto the floor. The black lacy bra and underwear hugged Agatha’s body so perfectly that Y/n could barely keep eye contact with the woman.

However, Agatha snaps her back to reality placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to sit on the edge of the bed before sitting on her lap. Tangling a hand in Y/n’s hair Agatha quickly pulls the hair back making Y/n let out a soft whimper. Agatha looks deeply into Y/n’s eyes using her free hand to gently caress her face.

“You look so cute like this,” Agatha smiles at the blush across Y/n’s face. Keeping her hair pulled back Agatha beings kissing Y/n deeply on the lips. As she tried to pull away to take a breath though she pulled back in with Y/n’s hand on the back of her neck keeping her in position.

After managing to finally pull away Agatha takes a deep breath nearly panting, “Such a needy little thing huh?” Agatha pulled back the girl's hair again one more time forcing out a small gasp this time. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Agatha says with a proud smile. With that Agatha pushes Y/n on her back, her kisses starting to linger from the lips to Y/n’s jaw.

But she takes her time on her neck making sure to leave a few marks to remind Y/n of her while gently rubbing her knee against Y/n’s pussy through her jeans. Agatha flashes her smile, “I made sure to leave you some keepsakes of tonight.”

“Th- thank you,” she can hear Y/n stutter cutely, encouraging her to make her way lower. “Arch your back a little sweetheart.” Agatha’s voice stayed calm but still held a commanding tone which made Y/n follow suit swiftly.

As Y/n arched her back Agatha reached her hand under her unclasping the bra Y/n was wearing tossing it aside before giving her tits the attention they so rightfully deserve. Latching on to one nipple Agatha uses a free hand to play with the other one occasionally flicking her tongue on the hardened nipple eliciting a muffled moan from Y/n.

Agatha moves her mouth from Y/n’s perky tits to her mouth kissing her once more. Pulling away she caresses her face again seeing how flustered she is. “Don’t be afraid to make some noise sweetheart. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

Seeing Y/n give a quick nod Agatha tsks, “No. I don’t think that’ll do, use your words, honey.” Y/n gulps trying to form the right words so distracted by the heat building up in her core. “Ye- yes. I will. I won’t quiet myself.” Agatha kisses Y/n again smiling, “Good girl.”

Agatha slowly kisses down Y/n’s stomach using one hand to gently rub Y/n’s inner thigh building anticipation. Agath keeps a hand on the button of Y/n’s pants, “I need to taste you. Now. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Y-Yes!” Y/n blurts out in a moan, “I need you, Agatha.” Taking the confirmation Agatha begins to unbutton the pants with Y/n helping kicking them off. Agatha admires the wet splotch very obvious in Y/n’s underwear. “Already so wet for me baby girl?”

Y/n cocks her head back as Agatha slowly kisses her inner thighs her hips starting to buckle up in excitement. Agatha finally slides Y/n’s panties off tossing them to the side to admire the soaking wet mess she had helped make.

“Mm, you taste so good.” Lapping up the juices not immediately going straight for the clit. But with Y/n’s hips start to buckle more it forces Agatha to stop. “Do you need help staying still?” Agatha asks sternly, Y/n nods desperately not being able to form any coherent words.

Agatha puts both legs over her shoulder gripping Y/n’s waist firmly holding her down to prevent any movement continuing to lap up all of Y/n juices. As Agatha’s tongue starts to circle her clit Y/n lets out a loud moan tangling her hands in Agatha's curly hair tugging at it making Agatha let out a soft moan herself.

As Agatha’s pace starts to speed up Y/n can feel herself come to a climax, “I’m- I’m gonna cum!” Y/n wines. Agatha pulls away for a moment grinning, “Whenever you’re ready do it. I wanna feel you dripping off my tongue for me.”

Immediately Agatha gets back to work swirling Y/n’s clit in circular motions with her tongue. Letting out a loud moan Y/n’s legs tighten around Agatha’s head as she reaches her climax. “Yes. let it out, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl.” Y/n moans out a few more times at the praises slowly but surely reaching her decline her legs becoming limp.

Agatha moves Y/n’s legs to the side scooting up to lay beside her. Agatha kisses her a few times on the lips and cheek beginning to play with Y/n’s hair. “You did so good sweetheart.” As Y/n catches her breath she presses her head against Agatha’s chest her heart rate starting to slow.

Once Y/n has fully winded down Agatha gets up and starts to look for her dress. “What are you doing?” Y/n asks. Agatha keeps her gaze on the bedroom floor, “I’m looking for my dress, I don’t do sleepovers.” Y/n glances at the clock on her nightstand before looking back at Agatha.

“Agatha, just stay the night. It’s late and dark out. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Agatha begins to put her dress back on, “I can handle myself hon, I’ll be fine.”

“Agatha, please.” Agatha looks back up at Y/n in all her sleepiness and admittedly, beautiful nakedness. She drops the dress back to the floor joining Y/n on the bed. As Y/n pulls some blankets over the two of them she pulls Agatha closer to her tucking Agatha under her chin as they both fall asleep.

Waking up the following day Agatha blinks herself awake turning to see the woman next to her. She’s lying on her stomach, back exposed to the air the blanket low enough to cover her waist down. The morning sunlight seeping in from the windows lighting Y/n beautifully makes Agatha appreciate her so much more.

Overcome by the want to touch Y/n Agatha gently begins tracing shapes onto Y/n’s bare back with her fingertips. The small motions rouse Y/n from her sleep though as she shifts awake. “Moring,” she says giving Agatha a sleepy smile.

Agatha props herself up with her elbow admiring the woman next to her continuing to draw shapes on her back. Y/n nuzzles her face into her pillow slowly getting up, “I’ll get breakfast started.” Agatha cocks her head raising an eyebrow, “Oh, you don’t need to do that honey.”

Y/n simply shrugs making her way to her closet slipping on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt. “No, I insist. Plus I’m a great cook. You can borrow some clothes if need to, so you don’t have to wear a going-out dress so early in the morning.”

As Y/n makes her way to leave the bedroom Agatha stops her, “And how do you suppose I give you the clothes back after I’m done using them?” Y/n smiles suggestively, “I figured we could make this a regular thing, meeting up here or at your place every once in a while,” Y/n fake pouts, “unless this was only a one-time thing?”

Agatha's eyes Y/n up and down again like she did in the bar. She grins, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

From that morning forward the two message each other whenever they need each other's company, only physically though. Admittedly there was some shared I love you’s. But they were never supposed to hold any meaning. They were never supposed to make either of them feel anything besides pleasure. Sometimes things don’t go as planned though.

Agatha pulls out her phone lying in her bed, she clicks Y/n’s contact. I’m feeling lonely, after typing out the message she looks at it for a moment before immediately deleting it. 'I want to see you tonight'. She stares at the message again, feeling satisfied with it she clicks send.

It doesn’t take long for Agatha to feel a quick buzz from her phone. ‘Just got back from work not so long ago, you should come over!’ Reading the message happily Agatha texts back a quick ‘Will do.’

Entering Y/n's apartment Agatha quickly skims the place finally finding Y/n in the bedroom Agatha hadn’t often seen Y/n in her work clothes but the out did something to her.

She wasn’t sure if it was the white button-up itself, or the way the top few buttons were already undone with the shirt still being tucked in. Or maybe it was the black dress pants cinched neatly with a belt.

She’s leaning up slightly in her bed a book in her hands legs sprawled out. "Hey, what's-" Y/n gets cut off by Agatha kissing her on the lips before being straddled by Agatha. "What are you doing?" Agatha asks, her voice sultry as her hands wander the curves of Y/n's hips. "Uh- ahm. Just reading."

"What are you reading?" Agatha asks her hands wandering down to Y/n's belt and the hem of her pants. Y/n quickly puts the book on her nightstand, "Okay what are we doing here?" Agatha giggles, "Darling, I think it's pretty obvious what we're doing here," she says starting to unbuckle the belt Y/n is wearing.

Y/n rests a quick hand on top of Agatha's pausing her before wrapping her own hands on Agatha's waist. "No I mean what are we doing here as in the two of us? You have a key to my apartment but we barely talk or do anything together."

Agatha hands begin to start unbuckling the belt again, "Oh sweetheart, we can talk as much as you want." Y/n's grip on Agatha's waist tightens moving Agatha to the side before cirss crossing her legs. "No, Agatha." Agatha furrows her eyebrows, "You said to I should come over."

Y/n sighs deeply, "I meant to talk. Or just enjoy each other's company without sex for once. I want a real, personal conversation with you." Y/n scoffs, "I want a real relationship." Agatha bites her tongue, "I don't do relationships."

Agatha begins walking out of the bedroom making her way out of the apartment with Y/n following her. "Why not Agatha? Why can't I love you?" Agatha's grip on the doorknob tightens. She doesn't bother looking back at Y/n, she knows if she does what she's about to say will hurt a lot more.

"Well I don't love you Y/n, I can’t love you. And I don't do relationships." With that, she immediately walks out the door feeling Y/n slam it behind her. And for a moment something keeps her there, staring at the door from the outside, something drawing her back in. But when hearing the sobs from Y/n on the other side of the same door she knows the damage is already done.

As Agatha makes her way down the street she feels tears start to well up in her eyes. It’s then she finally realizes she wasn’t just upset because she hurt Y/n. She was upset with herself for hurting Y/n because she loves Y/n.

Falling asleep in her own bed, alone, unlike how she planned Agatha clutches a pillow to her chest missing the warmth of someone else. Someone she could no longer have.

In the following days, Agatha caught herself messaging Y/n again attempting to resolve what she had done, what she had said.

Declined

‘Darling, please call me.’

‘Sweetheart…’

‘Please message me back’

Declined

‘How do I make you forgive me?’

‘I miss you’

Agatha would often check her phone hoping for a reply but there was never one. If she was lucky she would see that Y/n read the message which was a lucky occurrence. Soon enough Agatha feels like she should give up but it’s late at night and more the minutes pass the more she is tempted to try and call one last time.

Giving in Agatha clicks the contact, letting the phone ring expecting to be sent to voice mail she gets her last monologue ready but to her surprise Y/n answers. “Y/n?” Agatha sat up in her bed shocked Y/n replied this late at night.

“S- stop calling me. I dont wanna talk to you.” Her voice was winey as she was slurring her words. Concern starts to rush to Agatha’s head, “Y/n? Are drunk? Where are you.” She hears Y/n sniffle over the phone, “Mm not drunk. Just at that bar hanging out.” Agatha’s anxiety heightens, “What bar Y/n?”

“You know what bar.” While Y/n mubbles her reply there’s still some bite to that stings Agatha. Still worried though Agatha throws on a long coat putting on some shoes quickly. “Stay there alright? I don’t want you going home alone.”

Rushing out of her apartment Agatha hails over a taxi the bar being too far from her apartment unlike Y/n’s. While the drive isn’t far it feels like forever for Agatha, her heart starting to race like it was about to burst out of her chest worried about all the things that could happen.

Finally stopping in front of the bar Agatha quickly pays the taxi with cash rushing into the bar to see Y/n pased out on a bar table. Taking a relieved breath Agatha carefully walks over to Y/n brushing some hair out of the girl's face.

“Not drunk huh?” Agatha wraps one of Y/n’s arms over her shoulder beginning to lift her up to make their way out the bar. “Mm not drunk,” Y/n mubbles her eyes nearly closed. Agatha moves one hand to Y/n’s waist keeping her balance steady.

“Whatever you say hon.” Y/n wiggles away for a moment overwhelmed. “No don’t don’t ‘hon’ me,” she sniffles again, “I don’t want what we had again.” Agatha still keeps her firm hold on Y/n buzzing into the apartment building.

“Trust me I don’t either.” Once outside the apartment door, Agatha retrieves the key copy she had carefully unlocking the door while holding onto Y/n. Getting to the bedroom Agatha carefully sets Y/n on the bed they used to share.

As Agatha slips off Y/n’s jacket leaving her in a tanktop and jeans Y/n looks up at Agatha deadpaned, jaw clenched her eyes getting misty.

“You hurt me y’know? A lot.” Agatha bites her tongue remembering what she said that night, “Yeah, I know. I know.” Brushing a few more hairs to the side Agatha leaves Y/n alone for a moment retrieving a cup of water and aspirin knowing she’ll need it in the morning.

Coming back into the bedroom Agatha leaves the items on Y/n’s nightstand seeing her already passed out lying on her back. “Come on,” Agatha whispers pulling on Y/n’s shoulder. “You need to lay on your side in case you throw up.”

Y/n begrudgingly complies as Agatha tucks some pillows behind the girl's back to ensure she sleeps safely. Leaving the Apartment she locks the door behind her, she wants to stay of course. She wanted to hold Y/n like she used to. But not like this.

It had been about two weeks since Agatha had walked Y/n home, after that night she stopped messaging Y/n. Not because she didn’t want to, she did want to message Y/n but she knew she needed space. But her own want, to even just hear her voice overcame her.

‘Can we please talk sometime?’

After sending the message Agatha did anything and everything to get her mind off the text she sent. But when she heard the loud ping from her phone it was like time stopped as she read it.

‘Fine, I have a break in about an hour. You can meet me at the museum.’

Remembering back to the first time they talked Agatha leaves as fast as she can knowing an hour should be just enough time to get her there and not be late. Finally getting a taxi Agatha thinks to herself about how she finally has a chance to apologize for everything, to admit everything she had been keeping from Y/n.

About ten minutes from the museum Agatha could see the rain start to pour outside the car window fairly the opposite kind of mood she was going for but it didn’t matter. She’s close to possibly having another chance and that’s what matters to her.

Paying for the taxi Agatha waits outside the museum at the bottom of the steps. With practically no one in sight due to the weather, it was somewhat peaceful having the sounds of rain mixed with the busy streets.

“Hey!” She hears someone holler at her. Turning to look up at the top of the steps she sees Y/n black umbrella in hand. She walked up a few steps not getting too close to Y/n, she didn’t want to push too hard. “You’re soaked Agatha, you didn’t bother to look at the weather first.”

Agatha shakes her head shivering, “I wasn’t worried about the weather.” Agatha could see Y/n bite at the inside of her cheek. “Why are you here Agatha?” Y/n’s tone was blunt and serious, she was hurting so Agatha couldn’t blame her for it.

“I just want a chance to talk Y/n. About how sorry I am, about how much I know I screwed up, about how much I hurt you.” Y/n moves down the steps getting closer to Agatha, the small umbrella partially covering Agatha now.

“You said don’t love me, Agatha, you said you couldn’t love me. Do you really know how that made me feel? It made me feel unloveable.” Y/n’s tone was painful enough to make Agatha hurt at that moment.

“I lied alright? I lied about saying I don’t love you.” Agatha's voice was soft but her words brought no comfort to Y/n it just made her angry.

“Okay so?! Why would you lie about something like that?” Agatha runs a hand through her wet curly hair trying to build up the courage of what she had wanted to say for so long. “Because I was afraid Y/n, afraid of loving. And I was afraid if we had a relationship I’d hurt you more than how I did that night.”

Y/n inches closer to the woman, “Why couldn’t you just tell me that Agatha? I could have helped you. We could have talked about this together.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for lying to you Y/n. But if you just give me another chance I’ll show you how good I can be. I’ll tell you everything, about my life, about how I feel about you, I won’t lie anymore.”

Unknowingly Agatha had been inching closer and closer to Y/n, “Can you really promise me that?” Agatha moves only a little bit closer to Y/n their lips only a whisper apart now, “Yeah, I can promise that.”

“I wanna kiss you, Y/n.” Y/n leans in her lips practically grazing her lips with Agatha’s, “It’s a good thing I want you to kiss me then.” Instantly Agatha pulls Y/n in by waist kissing passionately. Caught up in the moment Y/n drops her umbrella wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.

The two kiss in the rain taking a chance on real love.

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