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DORIAN GOT JEALOUS GUYS. LOOK AT ROBBIE'S FACE WHEN BRAIUS ASKS IF ORYM IS SINGLE OMG I MISSED THIS THE FIRST TIME HOLY SHIT WHAT
#critical role#dorym#dorian storm#orym of the air ashari#bells hells#campaign 3#dorian x orym#cr spoilers#c3#braius doomseed#CHAT CHAT IS THIS REAL OMG#ROBBIE MADE THE FACE GUYS.#EVEN IF DORIAN WAS OUT OF THE ROOM#c3e98
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Bro I fucking hate crane flies. Why was I just sitting on my couch listening to Lucy Dacus and minding my business and this stupid thing parachuted directly at my face. Had to dodge out of the way so we wouldnât occupy the same temporal space and THEN mans did it AGAIN and then chased me across the room. WHY
#i donât even know where it is now. it floated off into the hallway#i stumbled across the room and ended up on the chair i never sit on#bc NOPE#iâve tied my hair up bc i have this huge fear of bugs getting tangled in my hair#and this bastard is like the exact same colour as my hair. i mean can you even imagine. i try to run my fingers through my hair and itâs not#my hair. itâs a CRANE FLY. the way iâd die#i hate crane flies so much. i think itâs because they move in a way that is so fucking bizarre and makes no sense to me#i donât trust anything if i canât figure out how it perambulates its way through the world#i donât think thatâs the word i wanted to use but i couldnât remember how to spell manoeuvre for a second there#how does my guy LOCOMOTE. why does it look like a spider but fly. why is it in my house and WHYYYYY does it fly at my face#at the very least it did give me a funny quick oneshot idea lol#if i make charles scared of crane flies and one flies at his face and he panics and scrambles into dorianâs lapâŚ. and dorian teases him#FOREVERâŚâŚ that would be funny#it honestly might make more sense the other way around but also if they werenât dating; charles would just dump dorian on the ground#men are always climbing into his lap and heâs like âi have got shit to doâ#so. that#if you need me iâm going to take my nighttime antihistamine and go to bed#because if i wake up with my eyelids fused together again i am actually going to kill god#personal
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oh god
It's real
Guys, Netflix is going to make a modern day adaptation of Dorian Gray and they're making Basil and Dorian brothers
#god FUCKING damn it it's real#hate and loathing on planet Earth#at this point I think I will just go ahead and make beefed up adaptations of all the classics#and have the deluge of queer-coded characters sucking and fucking right on metaphorical camera#all the bi folks (good and evil) in Dracula are gonna be in a polycule pile-up#Jekyll and Utterson are going to be doing old man sex between moral quandries#Carmilla and Laura will be tiddy-biting and riding each other while Laura's dad plugs his ears#Victor Frankenstein and Henry Clerval are making out in the room next door to Elizabeth and Justine making out#Dorian and Basil and even Lord fucking Wotton are doing rich people opium and rolling around in the Faustian studio#Griffin Aroace Invisibleman will be running around with a shotgun putting down all his rapist lookalikes in Every Goddamn Adaptation#just!! STOP!!! s t o p letting idiots straightify and reinforce the closets on EVERY PIECE OF CLASSIC HORROR!!!#G O D#anyway#the picture of dorian gray#I really hope this is a ragebait and switch#or that enough outcry happens that the writer unfucks this#like#come on#come onnnn
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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, oral (m receiving), choking, hair pulling, fluff.
It was an October evening. The sun had long since set, causing all the streetlights to go out. Now, the moonlight shining through the window was the only light you could use to continue reading your favorite book.
Accompanied by the sound of rain, you devoured the pages of The Picture of Dorian Gray. With a sigh, you turned the next page. You were getting close to the end, which made you even more sadder. Your weak spot was your attachment to books and some people.
Specifically to one person.
âBaby?â Your boyfriend's voice caught your attention. You put the book on the bedside table and bit your lip at the sight of your boyfriend standing in only his lovely pink pajama pants. âAre you still reading?â
âOh..â you sighed softly, completely dazed.
"Whoa, you alright?" Colby looked down at you, concerned on his face, "Y/n."
You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "You just.." You found a more comfortable position, "Look so beautiful tonight"
âOnly tonight?â he laughed brilliantly, moving closer to the bed. Then he lay down and took you in his arms, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead. You immediately forgot about the plot of the book that you were reading eagerly just moments ago.
You gently brushed his hair away and planted a kiss on his bare shoulder, only realizing you'd tickled him when you heard a small, muffled laugh come from the crook of your neck where Colby was resting his head.
During that quiet intimate moment the only sounds that could be heard in the room were your breaths and the sound of your kisses.
âHave I interrupted you in anything?â he murmured dreamily, after a while.
âNo, I was just reading.â You denied it immediately.
"I love you." He muttered as he gently pulled away from him, after some moments, and you cupped his face in your hands after tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. âWe can continue, if you want.â
âContinue what?â You raised an eyebrow.
âReading your book.â He replied with embarrassment.
"My sweet, smart boy." You laughed before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you too. And sure, we can continue reading my beloved Dorian Gray.â
âOh.â He clutched his heart dramatically.
A smile appeared on your face. âAre you jealous because of a fictional character?â
He pretended to feel offended, making you laugh again. Just as he was about to answer, the loud sound of thunder interrupted him. You flinched unexpectedly.
Now he was the one laughing. You huffed in mock outrage.
âMy little girl is afraid of thunderstorms?â He gently ran his fingers through your hairâs. âLet me take care of you properly, love.â
You nodded and tried not to smile too wide when you leaned in to kiss him.
You do a whole lot more than just kiss him, though. You open his mouth with your own and lick inside with a confident tongue. You take the breath from his lungs with little effort, leaving him more breathless than he has been all night.
âWanna suck you off,â you murmured, slurred and muffled against his mouth.
Colby breathed out a laugh, one mixed with amusement and disbelief. âI rarely know this side of you, babe.â He told you, smoothing wide palms up and down your arms.
âDo you want a blowjob or not?â
âWell, yeah, but Iââ
âGood,â you hummed with a smile before sinking to your knees in front of him. You unbuttoned his pants and free his half-hard cock from the confines of his pants. You tugged at the hem of his underwear until his heavy balls hang over the plaid fabric.Â
Finally you decided to have mercy on him as you flattened your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Colby let out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you didnât really care. Yes, it felt good for him, but this was also for your pleasure. You swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essen.
âJesus fucking christâ youâre so pretty, babyâ fuck.â He tilted his head back, gripping the sheets. âFuck, please baby. Don't stop.â
You smiled up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You could feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin.
âCan I kiss you?â He surprised himself as the question had left his mouth.
âPlease.â you whined with desperation, making Colby groan as his lips found yours in a frenzy.
Your fingers slowly trailed down, finally wrapping your dainty hand around the sheer girth and length that was Colbyâs cock.
Another unashamed whimper fell from between his pretty lips.
âThat feels good, baby?â You murmured into his mouth between the smacks that echoed off the walls.
âFuck, yeah mhm, it does.â He rushed out awkwardly, making you giggle into the kiss.
You took him back into your mouth, but that time without mercy as you relaxed your throat, slowly moving down inch by delicious inch as you tried not to gag, his tip now bullying your uvula like his own personal punching bag.
You fucked his aching cock into your throat, bobbing your head up and down, over and over.
âI need your cock so bad Colby.â You moaned.
âUse me, please. J-just fuck, just use me pretty girl.â Colby whimpered.
âYes, sir.â You whispered into his ear before placing a gentle kiss there. You turned around, hand grabbing onto his still hard cock, you lower yourself into his lap, pink tip already prodding at your hole as your back became flush with his chest, you lay your head back against his shoulder and burrowed it into his neck, both of you moaning in unison as you sink onto him, slowly.
He was so big it was like he was ripping you in half, but you welcomed the burn. The pleasure and pain of it all made your cunt drip even more, further creating less pain and a whole lot more pleasure.
âShit, youâre so wet and so fucking warm, baby.â Colby huffed.
You wailed as your legs begin to shake, your cunt clenching around him as your nails digging into his thighs that continue to slap up into the backs of yours.
âColbyâ Iâm cumming, oh my god!â You sobbed, when the most intense pleasure was coursing through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.
âFuck, me too baby, wher-â He didnât even get to finish, before you were begging him to cum inside you. Of course he obliged, eyes rolling back into his head and cock throbbing as his heavy load shot deep inside you.
âGoddammit.â He whispered into your neck.
The intensity of the moment consumed you, as he poured every ounce of himself into you, leaving you both utterly spent and satisfied. You both were breathless and drenched in perspiration, your legs entwined with his.
The storm seemed to be going away, the quiet rumbling was barely audible. All of a sudden the street lights came back up. Colby chuckled and sighed.
âSo, you still want to read that book of yours again?â
#colby brock#colby brock smut#colby brock fanfic#sam golbach x reader#sam golbach smut#sam and colby smut#colby brock x reader#sam and colby#colby brock fanfiction#hell week#colby brock x y/n#colby brock x you#colby brock fluff#sam golbach#colby brock imagine
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Yandere pretty boy
inspired by Dorian Gray
TW: typical yandere stuff, pretty boy, Dorian likes being mean
Please keep in mind that English is not my native language thank you đ
P.1/? let me know if you want more
He was utterly beautiful, the kind that takes your breath away and makes you hate yourself. The kind that you envy and would kill to be like. The kind that everyone loves but nobody likes. The kind of man that is obsessed with himself.
Dorian was perfect he would describe himself as nothing less than that.
His blond hair framed the delicate features of his face and made his hazel eyes shine like the sun. His toned body was described by his admirers as breathtaking. And his deep voice sounded like that of an angel or an prince.
He was the most popular guy in school and had a group of fans in almost every class. When he was a junior seniors asked him out and now that heâs one himself he rejected everyone who ever asked him out. Everybody hoped to be his first.
Since even if he seemed like a player his standards were too high to be one. He saved himself up to find the perfect match for himself that would rival his beauty.
But now that his senior year was halfway finished he wondered if the right person would ever came. His father would always encourage him to keep on looking for the one, like his father did with his mother.
And thats when you came into the picture. You didnât have high expectations for your new school, you just wanted to find friends and get decent grades. And everything went surprisingly well until you got asked out by the most magnificent man you had ever seen. You knew Dorian since you shared a few classes with him where he did nothing but stare at his phone (and you).
So you quickly went from the new student to the partner of the most popular guy in school. Many wondered what was so different about you when Dorian rejected everyone else. But Dorian knew, in his eyes you were as beautiful as him, and after he got to know you better after a few dates he finally realized what people meant with âwhatâs on the inside mattersâ.
You were more beautiful than him, of course not on the outside because letâs be honest nobody is. But your character was better than his, you are nice, empathetic, friendly and every other positive trait he could think of. And he wanted to reward you.
So he talked with his father and decided to take you to your new home.
You didnât expect much when he invited you to his house, especially not the biggest mansion you have ever seen. But it wasnât the outside that caught you off guard, it was what was inside.
Before every window was a thick curtain so that no sunlight was visible inside.
On every wall where either pictures of Dorian and a beautiful woman or mirrors. They were big and small, and you felt like they were following your every step. Dorians room was no different being filled with mirrors and a giant portrait above his bed. The picture of Dorian Gray.
You like it, my angel? He asked seeing you staring at his portrait, while hugging you from behind.
It was made on my 18th birthday to capture my beauty forever.
You looked in awe at the sheer beauty infront of you. So you were surprised when Dorian pulled you out of his room and you went to a separate one.
It had no windows and the only thing in it was a portrait of a family. You felt hypnotized by the sight. The woman in the picture even outshined Dorians beauty
Thats my mother.
The toddler which you made out as Dorian had a lot more cuteness to him than Dorian had now with his more often stern expressions. Just the man stood out like a sore thumb with his just average appearance.
You look just like her. He said like in trance.
You were so enamored with the picture that you didnât realize that the servants threw away all your belongings which you brought with you and locked all the doors.
You were captured by the most beautiful man, with the darkest desires.
đThanks a lot for reading, feel free to share. I donât think I ever had more ideas to write in a story đ
#yandere#obsessive yandere#yandere community#soft yandere#yandere core#yandere fic#yandere x reader#yandere male#yandere bf#yandere fiction#yandere stories#dorian gray#yandere story#yandere vibe
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Off Grid
Azriel x Reader [Formula One AU]
Summary:Â Ferrari has signed on rookie driver Dorian Havilliard. Azriel must learn to navigate the 2024 season with a new teammate and his secret relationship, with you, who just so happens to be the teamâs media trainer.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 2,109
Notes: This one goes out to @moosemahboi for the ask this morning đ enjoy đ (idk why I canât tag u but hopefully you see this)
Also, sorry if the formatting looks like shit Iâm posting this from my phone. I busted this out so fast tho whoops
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âAzriel, how are you feeling knowing that Ferrari has signed young Dorian Havilliard for the 2024 season?â The reporter asks, sitting eagerly on the edge of his seat. He has his phone out, recording Azrielâs responses. The man has been hanging onto every word Azriel has said; him and the other thirty journalists eager to pester him, all cramped within the small room.
Beside him, Cassian snickers under his breath, all too obviously happy that heâs not the one who must suffer this torturous questioning. Azriel refrains from rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. Well, itâs not absurd but it feels like it because itâs been the only question anyone seems to care about right now, they no longer care to ask how the new chassis feels, what his thoughts are about the new Las Vegas race added to the schedule, how heâs projected to be one of the top drivers this season. Was supposed to be one of the top performing drivers of the season. Ever since Ferrari leaked that Dorian Havilliard is making his debut with the team for the first race, itâs been a feeding frenzy for the media, trying to be the first to glean insider information about the fresh meat.
âI think heâll make a great addition to the team,â is all Azriel offers in response.
Heâs hot and sweaty from practice and being blinded by flashes of cameras that donât seem to be stopping anytime soon isnât helping his mood in the slightest. Itâs the part of his job that he despises the most. All Azriel wants to do is drive, because nothing feels as good as the adrenaline when heâs behind the wheel, but right now all he wants is to go home, not respond to million questions heâs already answered too many times before. And to be honest, heâs kind of pissed about Ferrari signing Dorian Havilliard and nixing Rowan Whitethorn, who has signed on to be McLarenâs first seat after Aedion Ashryverâs accident at the final race of the 2023 season that sent him into early retirement.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and when itâs clear he has nothing else to say about the matter, someone else pops up from their seat and another question is hurled his way. âAnd what about your former teammate, Rowan Whitethorn? How is he taking the news of losing his seat to Havilliard?â
The urge to roll his eyes into his fucking skull is so great he almost doesnât stop it, but the last thing he needs is the teamâs media trainer on his case about the appropriate ways to conduct himself during media panels, no matter how pretty she is.
They should be asking this question to Rowan or even Dorian, whenever he begins press for the upcoming season.
âRowan understands,â he tries to hide the sour tone in his voice. Azriel and Rowan have been driving together for the past three seasons and itâs been one of the best experiences heâs had with a teammate in Formula 1. He knows the constructors are too worried about placing him on the same team as Rhysand or Cassian, who he grew up with at karting school. Theyâre like brothers and they act like it too, but if they were on the same team the rivalries would feel even more drastic than they already are. âHeâs a good driver and talent like his isnât going away anytime soon.â
Rowanâs new teammate, Hunt Athalar, nods from Azrielâs other side. He and Cassian seem to be enjoying not being pestered with surface-level questions, and Azriel wishes that he was feeling the same.
With a few more unnecessary queries about Dorian, press finally ends. He, Hunt, and Cassian are escorted from the room, the trail of flashes and conversation starting up clinging to his back as he walks.
âFucking hell,â Azriel mutters to Cassian, who jabs him in the side with a snigger once theyâre cleared the room, the door shutting with a loud click behind them. âI hate these interviews.â
âDonât need to tell me that, mate,â he laughs wholeheartedly, and Azriel glares. âIâm pretty sure everyone can tell. Might want to learn to act like you like it, though. Ferrari wonât keep you if your attitude sucks. But Iâm sure that media trainer of yours is about to hunt you down and tell you the same thing.â
Azriel frowns. He thought heâd done a pretty good job at deflecting the questions about his new teammate.
âPeople like me for me,â Azriel shrugs, defending himself. Heâs never been a bullshitter, no matter how badly his team has wanted him to be. This is what the people get, 100% Azriel, take it or leave it. And Ferrari has decided to take it, for the last three seasons. The second half of his sentence is drowned out as Cassianâs snickering becomes full-bodied laughter. âAnd my trophies speak for themselves.â He doesnât mean to come off as cocky, but heâd rather be authentically himself than a puppet to the media.
Cassian shakes his head, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. âNo, people like me for me,â he winks at Azrielâs glare. âThey like you because youâre a decent driver.â
Azrielâs nose crinkles. âDecent? My car is projected to perform even better than Rhysâ this year!â
They three drivers turn down a hall, nodding to the two Haas drivers they pass: Bron and Hart.
âWeâll see, wonât we, Athalar?â Cassian cranes his neck around Azriel, directing the question to the silent driver on his other side. Hunt and Azriel have never been close, but the angel of McLaren offers a genuine smile in response.
âShould be a good season, boys.â Azriel and Cassian share a look. A perfect media-trained answer, Hunt gave. The other driver turns off down another hall, âSee you later.â
âWhat a weirdo,â Cassian mutters once Hunt has disappeared from sight. âGood luck to Ro, having to deal with that.â
Azriel finally rolls his eyes like heâs been wanting to do since he left the press room. âYeah, and Iâm the asshole.â
Cassian huffs and the pair of drivers stop at the end of the hall where it splits to go to their respective driver rooms.
âIâll see you later, man.â
âHopefully in a better mood, Azzy,â Cassian chuckles and dips down the hall before Azriel can toss another glare or remark at him.
Shaking his head, Azriel returns to his driver room. Heâs going to grab his things and get the fuck out of here, because relaxing at his hotel sounds much better than waiting around here any longer.
A knock on the door interrupts his actions, and Azriel wonders why the Mother fails to grace him with one sliver of luck today.
âCome in,â he grunts, snagging his water from where he left it on top of the desk.
You enter the room with your phone and clipboard in your hands. Youâre typing on your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you reply to another email. The water does nothing to quench Azrielâs suddenly dry throat.
He canât help the way his eyes drag down your body with your attention on your phone, drinking in the sight of you in your pressed pants and professional button up shirt. Thereâs a lanyard around your neck with your Ferrari employee access printed on it and he wants to wrap his fist around the strap andâ
Wherever his mind was drifting off to is completely shattered by your piercing eyes. He hasnât had enough time to prepare for your apparent annoyance at his attitude during the press conference. You donât look happy, and neither is his name as it rolls from your lips in a disappointed manner. âAzriel.â You step further into the room. âWhat the hell was that out there? You know you canâtââ
Your rant is cut off as Azriel consumes the space between you in two long strides, leaning in to slant his lips over yours, eating up your words. You canât help but to melt into it a little, a lot when his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, brushing up against your tongue in a sensual move.
When he straightens, youâre panting and a bit flushed. Arousal burns through your body like petrol on the track, but you steel yourself against that fire in his eyes, all ready to light you up.
âNot even going to say hello before you start in on me?â Azriel asks, licking his lips. Your eyes follow the motion, and he smirks. The way his body is pressed up against yours and the firm grip of his hands on your hips threatens to distract you further, especially when his red racing suit is slung around his waist, leaving him in that tight, black long sleeve that contours around his lithe body perfectly.
âNo,â you agree, and he frowns. âIâm upset with you.â
âWas it something I said?â He cringes at his own lame attempt at a joke, ducking from your serious gaze. ââM sorry, Iâm just sick of all the Dorian questions. Theyâre not asking anything about the season or the car, only how I feel about a rookie taking Rowanâs seat.â
You ache for him, you really do, but things like this happen in the sport and heâs been in it long enough now that Azriel should know better than to act like this. You can admit, Rowan had been an asset to Ferrari and to Azriel, wriggling his way under the stoic driverâs skin like a worm, burrowing deep into his heart.
âAz, you need to stop playing it like Dorian took his seat on purpose,â you console gently, âWe both know that it was Rowanâs time, and he couldnât resist what McLaren mightâve proposed.â
âI know, I know,â Azriel replies unhappily, retreating to perch on the arm of the small couch. He can accept it, but he doesnât like it, preferring to blame the new driver instead. âI donât want to deal with that little punk,â he groans, because the thought of putting up with a cocksure rookie tires him. âComing in here thinking he owns the damn place.â
âAzriel,â you tut, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on your hip. âThat was literally you four years ago.â
âItâs different,â he mutters, but you both know that itâs not.
You abandon your phone and clipboard on the desk in the room before standing between his parted thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His damp hair is slicked back but a strand falls across his forehead and he looks really good like this, head tilted upwards, gold eyes painted with false innocence.
âWhy donât you, instead of being Dorianâs enemy, you become his ally?â You ask softly, fingering the hairs at the nape of his neck.
âBecause thatâs not how the team works, baby,â Azriel sighs, enjoying the way youâre scratching his skin. He wants to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of your neck, maybe take a cat nap or nip at the skin there. âWe might drive for the same team, but Iâm not looking to be the supporting driver.â
Fuck that. Thereâs no way heâs letting a rookie take his seat when heâs worked his ass off since he received it. Heâs been driving for Ferrari since he first got an in the sport, four years ago. He fought tooth and nail to work up from second seat to first, and Azriel will be damned if Dorian rips it from under him in one season.
âYour jealousy is showing,â you tease your boyfriend a little, poking him on the nose. You know you shouldnât be doing this, hanging all over each other when anyone could walk into the room, but you canât resist your draw to Azriel. âItâs not as endearing as it is when youâre jealous that Iâm talking to one of the engineers.â
âDonât remind me,â Azriel grunts, eyes hardening a little. âYouâre mine and I donât like to share.â
You snort, âThat much is clear, babe,â you step out of his arms and miss the heat of his body already. You collect your things from the desk and return to him for a quick kiss. You shoot him a final knowing look, dodging his attempts at capturing you against his chest again. âWork on it, Azriel. I mean it.â
He salutes you as you open the door to slip out. âYes maâam.â
It shuts quietly behind you and Azriel slumps back onto the couch, sighing.
Itâs going to be a long season.
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@iambored24601 @secretlyhers @kylaisra @daily-dose-of-sass wasnât sure but figured u might want to see this one đ
#acotar#azsazz#acomaf#acowar#azriel#azriel x reader#azriel/reader#f1driver!azriel#formula 1 au#acotar x f1
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Across the Universe-Final Chapter (Fenrys x reader)
Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.
Warnings: SMUT, Minors dni, some angst, violence, mentions of trauma.
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A/n: Well, here we are guys, the end of the road. Final chapter. Thank you all so much for reading and loving this series just as much as I loved writing it. This one is quite long so I suggest you get a snack, get comfy and begin reading. Enjoy and I hope to see you again next time! <3
The next day passed swiftly with y/n training some more together with Dorian, Aelin, and Yrene, spending time with Fenrys and watching the others plan their attack on the valg. As the hours ticked by, y/n felt a heavy weight settle on her shoulders not just because of the thought of going home, but also failure. What if she fails? What if she can't even open the gates? What if the others fail? What if.....something happens to Fenrys?!
She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about the "what ifs". Aelin told her how all she had to do was reach as deep as possible within herself to find her own abilities and bring them up. The queen also told y/n that once she opens the gate, she has to feel relaxed and confident in her self because no one will be able to save her or bring her back except herself.
It was later in the night that while they were having dinner, Arthur came rushing in with the Book of Breathings in his hand. His eyes were wide and his breaths were ragged as he set the book right next to Aelin.
"Forgive me, my queen, for interrupting your moment but there is an issue, this book is talking nonstop. No matter how many wards I put, it won't stop acting out of the ordinary."
Lysandra chuckled, "That thing always acts out of the ordinary, Arthur, just ignore it."
The librarian nervously shook his head as he said, "No, you don't understand. Just- just listen. It keeps on hissing and talking over and over. None of my spells work on it."
"He is close"
"Shifting gates"
"Trying, he is trying to come"
Rowan immediately gets up, taking the book in his hand, "Is it the valg or the foreigners?"
"Coming, he is coming"
"Shifting"
"Y/n, I think you should be the one to talk to this book because it seems like you are the only one it will ever answer due to your connection." Aelin's eyes were wide with worry as she adressed her.
Y/n hesitantly nodded her head and got up, Fenrys right behind her as she gestured for Rowan to put the book on the table that was standing between two couches. Once the prince set it down, she took a quick breath, reminded herself that Fenrys was right beside her, that she was safe, and opened her mouth.
"Is it Rhysand?"
"Yes."
"Is he coming alone?"
"No."
"Who else is coming?"
"All except the seer."
So Elain wasn't coming then. Y/n saw from her peripheral vision how Lucien's tense shoulders slightly sagged with relief.
With the room completely silent and all eyes on her, y/n leaned a little more towards the book and asked,
"Are they successful? Have they been able to find a way?"
"They have been trying. Lord of Night is close, true to his name as the most powerful fae, he has managed to get close."
"How?"
"Second-in-command"
"Amren? Did she find a way for Rhys to use his powers and find a solution?"
"A deal with Koschei. She made a deal."
Amren made a deal with one of the Old Gods? This can not end well.
"What kind of a deal?"
"Unknown. Koschei knew of my power and blocked everything but her out."
Y/n sighed but asked her final question.
"If they manage to get through, when will they arrive? You need a gate for that."
"Soon."
Soon. They may arrive soon. Y/n's heart felt heavier with each tense and silent second that passed.
"Well, it seems we will be having some guests soon."
Lorcan's sarcastic tone brought y/n out of her trance, causing her to look around the room before she felt Fenrys' hand in hers, gently soothing her.
Manon crossed her arms over her chest. "Whether they come or not is up to them to figure out but all we need is to be prepared for tomorrow which, I hope that we are."
As the discussion goes on, Aelin steps towards y/n, glancing between her and Fenrys, joined by their hands.
"Y/n, could I take you away for a moment?"
Fenrys looks down at her, his eyes questioning before she nods her head with a small smile and turns towards the queen. "Of course,"
Aelin smiles and gestures towards the other side of the room, away from all the noise. Fenrys squeezes her hand one last time in support and moves towards where everyone seems to be gathered in a circle, arguing.
Once she reached the queen, y/n looked at her expectantly, waiting to hear what she has to say. Aelin sighed before looking y/n straight in the eyes. "There is something that I didn't tell you about the closing of the gates."
Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. "But I thought you and Dorian told me everything that happened with you two when you were closing them."
"Dorian did tell you everything about what happened to him. I, however, didn't tell you what happened to me once I kicked Dorian out."
"Didn't you meet and then kill the Gods?"
"Yes, but after that I.....I ended up falling through worlds."
Y/n's eyebrows hit her hairline as she gasped "What?! How- What?!"
Aelin smiled slightly, "Well, after my 'lovely' encounter with the Gods, I ended up falling through worlds. So many different places, each more unique than the last. But it was too quick, I was just falling- almost flying through each gate. I was starting to loose hope when I fell into one world and saw a fae male with his pregnant mate looking up into the sky. It is thanks to whoever he was that I managed to slow down and find my way back home, back to my family, friends and most importantly, my mate."
Y/n's eyes were wide with wonder as she took a moment to process her words. After a minute, she cleared her throat, "That- that is unbelievable. Do you mean the same will happen to me?"
Aelin's expression turned serious as she placed her hand on y/n's shoulder and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I am not sure if such a thing will happen to you because I wasn't expecting it either but, whatever the case is, I wanted you to be aware of it. To be prepared and in the small chance that it does happen, be ready to find your way home because no one will be able to help you."
"And what if I can't? You said someone helped you to slow down. What if no one helps me? What if I just keep falling and falling forever?"
Aelin shook her head. "Listen to me, y/n. Yes, I may have gotten help to find my way back to this world but what mainly guided me was well, myself. My determination to see Rowan once again, my will to go back home and my confidence in my journey were what kept me from loosing my mind. I want you to do the same. Believe in yourself because if you don't, then no one will and you will fail to find your way back home. To your true home."
Y/n sighed "And how will I know where my true home is?"
She noted the quick glance Aelin gave to Fenrys before smiling back at her. "Home is wherever your heart is."
The queen gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder before joining her mate, leaving y/n to ponder what she meant. Deciding that she needed a moment of peace to herself, she left the room and headed towards...well, she had no idea where. All y/n knew was that she had to be alone for a little while and gather her thoughts.
Y/n kept on climbing stair after stair in one of the far towers of the palace. She might have been here for some time now, but y/n hadn't really explored the whole place, not that there even was any time for that, which is why she just kept following the stairs which seemed to keep moving upwards. She could just fly up now but y/n didn't think she had the energy for that at the moment.
Once she reached the top, there was a wooden door right in front the stairs, waiting for her to open it. When she did, the view knocked the breath out of her mouth. Y/n was standing on the rooftop of one of the palace towers, the night sky above painted in shimmering stars, the moon casting its glow over the fields and waters everywhere. This view was vastly different from the one she saw in the balcony because this place is so much more higher and-
Soft cushions! How lovely and peaceful. Y/n wished she could just stop the time and stay here like this forever. With a small smile, she sat down on one of the soft, large cushions and admired the view, or at least tried to with the kind of a mind she had right now. So much was happening, so many uncertainities, so many questions and complications, y/n didn't know what to do anymore. She just wanted to
"Disappear and never come back." Y/n closed her eyes as she pondered over what she just said out loud for only the stars in the night sky to hear.
âIf you even think about disappearing, youâd better be ready for me to chase you to the ends of any world because I refuse to let your light be snuffed out.â
Y/n's eyes immediately pop open, her breath catching in surprise. She looks up to find Fenrys standing right above her, his intensity and passion clear in every line of his face.
Very well then, maybe the stars weren't the only ones to hear her small confession.
"Fenrys, what are you doing here- did you follow me?!"
He gave her a small smile and moved to sit next to her.
"In case you didn't know, my attention these days seems to only be focused on you so if you leave, that means I leave too."
"Don't you wish to be with your family? After all, tomorrow we have a battle to fight. I thought maybe you would want some privacy within the walls of your home-"
He gently took her hands in his larger ones and looked at her with an intense and serious gaze that couldn't even be explained.
"You are my home, y/n. You are my family. There is no me without you, I realize."
She scoffed. "Do not get your hopes up too high. There is a chance that I will simply die while trying to open the gates-"
His grip on her hands tightened. "Don't you dare finish that sentence, y/n."
The low growl that left his lips shouldn't make her feel this way, because this isn't the right time but.....y/n still felt her body betray her.
Her eyes widened slightly as she whispered, "You- you could move on-"
His face was mere inches away from her now, eyes intensely boring into hers. "Move on? You believe I could move on from the death of my mate?! My beloved? You?! Oh, princess if you die, I die too."
"W-what?! No!"
He smiled slightly, "Yes, I will kill myself so that I don't have to stay without my other half for who knows how long."
"Fenrys I-"
"I know, you haven't said anything about accepting or rejecting the bond but mate or not, I am hopelessly attached to you, y/n. This isn't obsession anymore, it's beyond that, I think...I think that I am starting to truly fall in love with you. Therefore, just as I said about never letting you disappear, I mean it even in death. I will follow you in death too."
Her eyes became glossy with tears as she smiled at Fenrys before hugging him and burying her face in the crook of his neck, smelling that delicious scent that is so distinctively him. Y/n felt his arms wrap protectively around her, his grip tightening as he pressed them as close as possible together.
She sighed, content to be in this male's arms before saying, "I have made my decision, Fen. I have an answer."
His arms slightly loosened from around her as she leaned back to look at him, her palms on his chest, a happy smile covering her face. Fenrys' gaze was full of mixed emotions, worry and fear being the main ones as he gazed expectantly at her.
With a determined voice she said, "Fenrys, I-"
But her sentence was cut off as a sharp pain overtook her body, making her bend over, hand going staright to her chest. Fenrys was immediately helping her, holding her firm yet gently as his shaky voice kept saying, "Y/n! What is happening?! Please princess, talk to me."
But she couldn't. Not when her whole body felt like it was being stabbed in all the places. Not when her chest felt heavy and she couldn't even breathe, let alone talk.
All she heard was the Book of Breathing's voice invading her mind and hissing, "They are close! They are coming!" "Come to me! Tell the queen to bring me to you!"
Everything was a blur, she distantly felt Fenrys pick her up and start running but her mind was in too much pain to process what was truly going on. The pain was becoming too much, too unbearable. At some point, y/n started screaming in agony. Or did she? She couldn't think anymore, didn't know what was real or imaginary.
Through the haze and the blur, she could only register that there were multiple heads around her, probably Aelin and others. There was a buzz in her ears that blocked out all the outer noises, including her cries and screams, except one.....Fenrys' rich, honey-like voice became her light at the end of a dark tunnel.
"Please, y/n, hold on a little more!"
"Princess, I am begging you, don't leave me!!"
"Y/n! Stay awake! Please!"
"Help her! Isolde, Yrene help her!"
"Don't fucking try to take me away Lorcan!!"
But then, all her pain suddenly stopped. Her muscles relaxed and her breathing slowly returned to normal, heart beating at a standard rate. Her mind started to slowly become aware as the books voice stopped banging through her walls. She slowly opened her eyes, hand immediately touching her face to feel her tear stained cheeks.
Her vision was still unclear but she could make out the silhouettes around her and just as she predicted, everyone was in the room, probably worriedly watching her-
She felt a hand on top of hers....not just any hand, Fenrys' hand. Her body seems to recognize and react to all of his touches.
"Y/n, princess, do you hear me?"
Her throat felt so dry and painful due to all the screams she had let out but, y/n managed to croak out a small "Y-yes"
She registered a couple of relieved sighs from around the room, someone saying "Oh, thank Aelin."
"Me? Why me?"
"You know, for being a queen, you still ask such silly questions. Whatever, the answer is....because you killed the Gods, of course!"
"Watch how you speak to my queen, Dorian."
"I-"
"Will you all silence yourselves?! Refocus your attention back to y/n, please!"
Y/n shut her eyes, hand gripping Fenrys' as she whispered, "Water, please."
She felt Fenrys grip loosen from her hand only to come behind her and help lift her into a sitting position as someone else helped her drink it.
Once she drank enough, y/n slowly opened her eyes, her haze starting to clear out as she noted the looks everyone around her were giving-
There was something on her lap.
Y/n tilted her head down and saw the same book that has been the bane of her existence ever since it sent her here, sitting right there, on her lap.
This is why her pain stopped. She is with the Book of Breathings, just like it told her.
"You kept screaming 'bring me the book' so, I ordered for it to immediately be brought here." Aelin's gentle voice invaded her mind, clearing her haze even more as y/n looked up at the queen in front of her bed.
The only word y/n could mutter as her hands gently touched the book was, "It says that they are coming. Rhys is ripping open the gates."
"Which explains your pain because you and the gates are clearly connected."
She slowly nodded her head at Aedion's words as Fenrys rubbed her back. "Let them come, then. No harm will come to you, princess. Not while I am here."
Lysandra cleared her throat "Not while we are here."
Aelin crossed her arms "I am aware that none of us are fond of those foreigners but, I will not tolerate any violence on my grounds unless they start it so, we shall greet them like we would anyone else. I am not saying be kind or all smiles, no. Just don't restort to physical violence and it shall be good. I am looking at you, Fenrys."
Fenrys just growled something incoherent and kept his gaze on the ground.
Dorian clapped his hands, "Well, it seems like none of us are getting any sleep tonight so we might as well go over our plans for one last time."
And as the hours passed and dawn started to slowly crack, y/n began to slowly burst with energy as she watched everyone around her plan, eat, drink, talk and plan some more. Her doubts forgotten temporarily as she snuggled closer to Fenrys' chest on the bed.
It was when she finally came outside with Fenrys to follow everyone into the war council room at the other end of the palace grounds, that it happened. The ground shook nonstop, the vibrations going all over her body. Fenrys immediately lunged for her, pinning her to the ground and covering her body with his as a blinding light just erupted all over the place, causing the guards and the rest of the court to also duck for a hiding spot and block their eyes.
A short moment later, the light vanished, leaving only a trail of smoke around. What in the Mother's name was tha-
A large gate opened and in came.....Rhysand, followed by the rest of them.
Cassian, Amren, Nesta, Feyre, Mor and.....Azriel. Oh, Gods.
Fenrys' heart was beating out of his chest as he tried to reel his mind back from what just happened while helping y/n up. Everyone around them were also getting up when another gate opened and in came complete strangers. As usual, Fenrys' first instinct was to move y/n to stand behind him but when he tried to do so, he saw how unmoving she was, her gaze transfixedon the newcomers.
That is when it clicked for him. This was Rhysand and his court. Fenrys turned his intense and calculating gaze towards them as Aelin and Rowan came forward, followed by the rest of the court while the guards surrounded the area.
The male standing at the front seemed poised and polished, even though his gaze told you all you needed to know. This had to be Rhysand. Holding his hand, was a golden-brown haired female with blue eyes. Probably Rhysands mate. There was a shoulder-length haired male with red siphons and wings just like y/n's except much larger. Next to him was a tall female with the same physical appearances as the other one. Probably sisters. There were two more females one tall, with golden blond hair, and the other short with black hair. The short one he saw once when she somehow appeared in his room and y/n called her.....Amren? And lastly, there was another winged male. Short, black hair cut close to his scalp, with a few strands covering his brows, golden-brown eyes and blue siphons. And some dark mist like things swirling all around him.
He already knew which was Rhysand so Fenrys took him out of the portrait. It was either the long haired one or the short haired one. The female beside long haired one was leaning too close to him. Too close to be considered nothing. And he was trying to shield her with his wing. So, they were definitely mates or atleast in some sort of a relationship. That left only the one with the blue siphons and weird shadows and from the way his eyes were looking all over the place in search of something, or rather someone, Fenrys knew that this had to be Azriel.
He was about to go towards him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head sideways to see y/n looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, not now." She whispered and how could he ever say no to her.
"It's you," Aelin's voice made them both turn their head towards where everyone was, the queen now standing face to face with Rhysand.
The high lord gave Fenrys' queen a smirk as he said, "So we meet again."
Aedion turned his head towards his cousin. "Aelin? What do you mean?"
She just kept looking at the male as she said to no one in particular, "Remember when I told you that I was falling through worlds? Well, I ended up in his world and saw him with his pregnant mate, looking into the sky. I was falling too fast so I thought I would just quickly pass through there but then I somehow slowed down due to the dark magic that enveloped me. You looked at me like you already knew where I was and gave me a smile and a wave before I was once again moving through worlds."
Rhysand nodded his head slightly as the female beside him said, "Rhys? Really?"
Aelin looked at the female, "I have to thank your mate. If it wasn't for him, I would have completely flown by my world and kept on falling for eternity. Thank you.....Rhysand."
That seemed to shock them all as Rhysand's eyes widened slightly before he once again was looking at the queen with cold indifference as he said, "How do you know my name?"
"Lucien," The blond female's gasp made the inner circle look beyond Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra and Aedion to see the rest of the court standing close by.
Lucien gave them all a cold look before drawing Petrah closer and holding her hand, the witches gaze never wavering away from the blond female's.
"What is this?! How did you end up here?!" The male with red siphons was now demanding as his eyes took in the whole area, coming to land on Fenrys, still not seeing y/n behind his tall and broad body.
Before anyone could answer, the short female said, "You are looking at the wrong one, Cassian." And then, as if she knew, her gaze darted to Fenrys before moving behind him, causing everyone else to also follow in her lead.
Fenrys felt y/n let out a deep sigh before moving to stand right beside him. He didn't want her to see them or for them to see her. All Fenrys wanted was to take her into his arms and disappear to a place where he could hide her forever. Just them two. They didn't deserve to set their nasty gazes on her. Especially not that fucker Azriel. Fenrys was barely keeping his rage at bay, one wrong move and they are done for.
He saw how all of their expressions went from being skeptical to being shocked. Azriel the most of all. He nearly fell down on his knees if not for the blond beside him, gripping him by the arm to try and stabilize him. He let out a disbelieving "Y/n..." as his shaking hands came to grip his hair.
Fenrys took her hand, silently letting her know that he and the rest of them are here, with her and that no harm will come her way. Y/n looked at each of them with the cold indifference she once used to give to Fenrys and that made him feel a little better knowing that they weren't getting any nice gestures or words out of her.
Rhysand looked at Azriel before saying, "Y/n, we have been looking everywhere for you. You have no idea how difficult it was to try and locate you, next time try to not disappear so suddenly on us, alright?" His statement landed flat as y/n gave no reaction to her once high lord.
That's my witchling, Fenrys proudly thought to himself.
Azriel tried to slowly take steps towards her but was stopped by Rowan and Aedion who stood in front of Fenrys while Dorian, Chaol and Lorcan had his and y/n's back. "Not so fast, bat. Who said you could go near her?"
Rowans tone made the winged male's gaze snap to him before moving to look at y/n. "Y/n! Please, my love, please, let us talk. I am begging you, let me in."
My love? My fucking love?
Oh, this male has a death wish, that is for sure.
"Don't." Lorcan's quiet but firm command from behind Fenrys made him pause and take in a deep breath to still cling into that thin thread of not resorting to violence and murder.
He felt y/n's hand shake as she also took in a sharp breath. Now, he was starting to doubt everything. To worry. What if she chooses Azriel? What if she leaves?
But then, he heard her say, "I have nothing to say to you, Azriel."
Azriel, however kept shaking his head, trying but failing to pass through Rowan and Lorcan. Although he is a quite big male, he is nothing near Fenrys and his two brothers, Rowan and Lorcan. None of them were. This would be over before it even began.
"No! No! You don't understand. Please, y/n! Let us talk! Let me explain!"
"Come home now, y/n. We found you." came Cassians voice from the other side.
"Yes, let us go back home and talk rationally there." Rhysands mate said as she looked kindly at y/n. But Fenrys knew better than to trust that look. After all, didn't she also contribute to y/n's declining mental state?
"You are safe now, you are with us once more, come." Fenrys noticed how Rhysands voice held a pleading tone within it as he addressed y/n.
Azriel kept on looking straight at her, either ignoring or not seeing Fenrys standing right beside her. That made him very irritated.
Y/n, still keeping her indifferent mask, said with a cold tone, "I am not coming home."
That shocked not just the inner circle, but Fenrys and his family too as everyone now looked at her.
Azriel's eyes widened as he immediately asked, "What?! Why?! Y/n, no! you know that we are together, that we must solve this issue and b happy once more-"
"No. You have a mate."
"No! I don't love her, I love you-"
"No, you don't."
"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! Please, my love, Please, come home."
"I can't."
"Why?!"
"Because I have a mate!!"
That seemed to shut Azriel up as his and the inner circle's eyes widened in utter shock.
Y/n continued, her tone harsh as she tightly gripped Fenrys' hand.
"I have a mate here and I am not leaving. I also found my true family here, the one that doesn't neglect me or my troubles for their own benefit. My purpose is here, my life is here, my home is here."
Then she turned her head towards Fenrys, her gaze immediately softening as a small smile graced her lucious lips before she said, "I accept. I accept the bond, Fen."
The second she said that, Fenrys felt an overwhelming feeling overtake him as their bond finally came alive and he was flooded with both her and his emotions. Fenrys couldn't hide the huge smile that overtook him as he asked, "Really?!"
She smiled and nodded. "Really."
He couldn't believe this. He couldn't even explain what he was feeling. All Fenrys now knew was that she was truly his and he was truly hers. She won't leave. They are together forever.
"I accept the bond as well, princess."
He barely managed to finish his sentence before she gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him. Fenrys immediately took a hold of her waist as he kissed her back just as hungrily and ferociously. Once he remembered that they have an audience, he hesitantly pulled away but not without giving her lips one last peck, a promise of more to come later on.
When they both looked back around, Fenrys saw how his family had knowing and proud looks on their faces, some smiling and some, like the idiots Dorian and Aedion, fully smirking mischeviously. On the other hand, Rhysand and his court were in pure and utter shock and seeing Azriels pain stricken face as he looked between him and her brought Fenrys so much pleasure.
"I am not leaving either." Came Lucien's voice as they all looked back at him.
The female beside the male whom Amren called Cassian recovered from her shock and crossed her arms. "Let me guess, you have found your mate as well, haven't you?"
The prince nodded his head as he let go of Petrah's hand only to pull her closer by the waist.
The blond female said, "And what about your brother? Your family?Elain-"
"I have ended everything with Elain. She was no true mate of mine."
"But she is sorry, Lucien. She is so sorry for treating you that way, for letting you go-"
"Well, too late. I couldn't really give less of a fuck anymore."
The blond female's gaze moved to Petrah before coming back to Lucien. "You know, I always knew you would end up being a traitor. I guess being a snake runs in the family-"
"Finish that sentence, I dare you." Petrah's tone was filled with warning as she glared back at the blond.
"Oh really? And what will happen when he will leave you too, claiming some bullshit like you weren't true mates and he needs to move on. What then? Believe me, you are nothing but a toy for him."
Before Lucien could say anything, Petrah moved away and started to slowly go towards the blond. A smirk overtaking her face as she said, "It's not my fault that the ladies of Prythian are such insecure crybabies. I know your true intentions, Mor. I know them very well. You couldn't care less about Lucien's mate fiasco, your problem is with his brother. You keep on projecting your anger at him because of his brother but let me tell you something, not anymore. You will not longer say stupid shit at him unless you want me to rip your tounge out."
Mor's gaze turned angry as she also came closer but faltered in her steps when Petrah let her iron teeth and nails show slightly. Manon's voice came loud and confident as she stood beside the witch.
"Careful with how you talk to us iron teeth witches, and especially be careful when I am present because you are trying to insult my subject. My second-in-command. And I don't take well to anyone trying to cross my kin. That includes y/n."
"You are a witch?"
"Y/n isn't your kin, witch. She is an Illyrian."
Nesta and Rhysand spoke at the same time, the female's eyes filled with wonder as she asked her question while the high lords gaze harsh as he looked straight at Manon.
Manon smirked and looked back at y/n, causing her to smirk back before pulling away from Fenrys and going towards the witch.
"I am an iron teeth witch as well." She easily let her teeth and nails show enough to have them surprised and then retracted them back.
The stunned silence and the increasing tension between Azriel and Fenrys was cut off by Aelin who cleared her throat, forcing Fenrys to stop glaring at the Illyrian who was glaring back just as harshly.
"Rhysand, I believe you got your answer from y/n. She wishes to stay here, with us and with her mate. I hope you will only act rationally and respect her wishes-"
"Respect her wishes? Her wish to throw us away like she wasn't with us for so many years? Her wish to completely discard the family-"
"Family?!" Y/n's once again cold voice cut Nesta off from her rambling as she looked slightly dumbstruck at y/n.
"You call yourselves my family?! Well, let me tell you something, my dear 'family', a family doesn't neglect its members, a family doesn't cover up the dirt of one of its members just because they saw him as closer to them," She directs her glare at Mor, "A family doesn't walk in on one of their own having a panick attack and then pretends as if nothing happened." Her gaze roams over everyone now, "A family doesn't say 'it is in the past, get over it' when someone tells them of their troubles, a family doesn't ignore someone who is clearly descending into depression and pretend as if everything is perfect. And lastly...." Her gaze stops on Azriel "A family doesn't get to pretend like they are loyal and care about you when all they had been doing was hiding the truth from me about the male I once loved."
The male I once loved.
The male I once loved.
The male I once loved.
Fenrys couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he watched them all, stunned in silence, Azriel's wide eyes staring at her in shock, body trembling, clearly out of words.
He was so proud of her. So, so, proud of his y/n, his witchling, his princess,
His mate.
"Y/n-"
"No-"
"Oh, y/n-"
"I am so sorry-"
"It was none of our intention-"
"Save it. All of you. Rhysand, you got your answer from me. I am not coming with you. You may leave now."
"No, actually, they can't."
Everyone looked at Dorian who now pushed through Rowan and Aedion to get to the front and faced Rhysand.
"The lunar eclipse is today, in about eight or nine hours from now and if they open the gates once more,"
"The magic will shift again, causing the gates to open in wrong locations," Amren seemingly caught on to the kings theory.
He nodded his head before continuing, "And because y/n has the special connection with the book, the gates and all, she may end up failing when trying to close them. Or worse, she could end up in different places. We can't risk it. I suggest you stay until the lunar eclipse. Once that starts, y/n will be busy with the gates while we will be busy with the valgs. She will close every gate. Once defeated, she can manage to send you home before finally sealing this gate as well."
Dorian was looking at Aelin now, expecting her to say something. She nodded her head as she looked back at Rhysand. "What do you say? And before you ask, I swear this is no ruse to get you all trapped or whatever, y/n will truly close the gates today. No violence or harm shall come from our side to you unless you start it. Then, I can't promise you anything.
Before Rhysand could say anything, Cassian asked, "What is a valg and how for Mother's sake can y/n connect with gates?"
Feyre nudged him in the ribs before looking back at Aelin, "We accept. We will stay for the next however many hours and help-"
"Your help isn't needed." Both y/n and Lysandra spoke at the same time, their gazes equally defensive.
"Needed or not, that is the only way we can ensure they don't end up in a wrong place and then blame us for it." Azriel's glare went towards Rowan as he said, "You think you are so smart, don't you? You think you know it all? How fucking pathetic."
Clearly, Azriel wasn't in his right mind right now but that didn't make Fenrys any less furious for the way that prick talked to his friend and prince.
Rowan didn't even give Azriel an ounce of his attention as he took ahold of Aelin's waist, pulling her closer and looked at Rhysand. "I assume you are their ruler. What do you say?"
Rhysand assesed everyone before looking back at the queen and the prince consort as he said, "We may have hurt y/n and broken her trust but she hasn't broken ours. If she trusts you enough to be here, we shall trust you enough to be here. I also swear to keep my members in line and make sure no harm comes from our side either."
Aelin nodded as she said, "Very well, then. Follow me." She turned to leave with Rowan beside her followed by everyone else but Fenrys stayed back when he saw y/n quickly say something to Aelin before coming towards him only to be stopped by Azriel getting in her way.
Oh, you little fucker.
"Y/n, please, there has been a misunderstanding. Please, let us talk-"
She didn't even acknowledge a word he said as she moved past him and headed straight towards Fenrys, taking ahold of his hand before moving in the opposite direction to the wing in which her room was located in.
She saw how Fenrys gave the Illyrian a smirk before turning around and following his mate.
"I have been dying to get to you! I have been so sorry! Please!"
His cries for her went on deaf ears as she led her mate towards the palace. Once inside her room, Fenrys said, "What was that about-"
"Shhhh"
She silenced him with a quick peck to his lips before once more taking his hand and a small lamp while leading him towards the very place she felt the need to show him. The Crystal Caverns. When she moved the creaked floorboard, Fenrys' shock was evident on his face as he looked at the stairs leading into the darkness beyond.
"What- how- what is this? Since when has it been here?"
She turned to look at him and smiled. "I discovered it a little while after I came here. Trust me, Fen. You won't regret it. Just follow me."
He took ahold of her hand as he said with the most serious tone ever, "I will always follow you, my princess. I trust you enough to lead me anywhere."
She couldn't hide the overflow of emotions she felt for him and from the looks on his face, Fenrys felt all of them as well through the now golden bond.
After a while of walking while telling Fenrys all about the place, they finally arrived at the breathtaking location of crystal caverns. Y/n watched every move and reaction that Fenrys made as his wide eyes took in the place, mouth wide open in utter bewilderment.
She smiled and let him look around as she moved towards the small glittering lake, staring into the beautiful and translucent colors eminating from it due to the crystals underwater.
"It is beautiful, isn't it, Fen?"
"It is, but not as beautiful as you." His voice sounded from right near her ear, slightly startling her as y/n turned her head sideways and looked at him.
And then, she whispered the words that changed the mood completely.
"My mate,"
Fenrys' eyes visibly turned darker as his pupils dilated, his breath suddenly coming in ragged breaths and the small scent of his arousal hitting her nose immediately. Y/n herself felt all hot as she squeezed her thighs to try and keep her arousal from him but....from the way Fenrys suddenly turned her around and breathed her in, nuzzling his head in her neck and groaning, y/n knew it was fruitless to hide from him. Not anymore.
He pulled his head away slightly, face mere inches away from hers as he whispered, "Ask me to kiss you."
Her reply came immediately, "Kiss me, Fenrys."
She barely managed to finish the sentence when his lips collided with hers. His tounge invading her mouth as they both fought for dominance in their hungry kiss, Fenrys eventually getting the upper hand.
Without breaking the kiss, she tugged at his tunic, signaling for him to take it off. Fenrys didn't need anymore telling as he immediately ripped it away, hands then coming to help her unclasp her ties in the back of her dress. Once that was on the floor, she was left in her undergarments which caused him to break away and step back to admire her body, her scars and her curves.
She tried to move her hands and cover her exposed areas but his fierce, dominating voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Don't you dare."
She put her hands down immediately, letting him devour her with just his yes. Another wave of arousal overtook her as she felt herself getting wetter.
"Take off your undergarments and get in the water, princess."
She did as he told her, slowly taking off each piece while keeping her eyes on his. Once she was completely naked, Fenrys groaned loudly as he took her in from head to toe.
"Gods, you are perfect. And all fucking mine."
"And you are mine."
He clearly enjoyed her posessive tone as slowly started to take down his pants with a smirk. "Oh, yeah, princess?"
She nodded her head slowly, eyes admiring every inch of him as Fenrys took off his last garment that hid his prominent erection from her. And oh Gods.....the sheer size and girth of him made her knees buckle. His tip was all red and angry, waiting for her.
She slowly glided her gaze back to his before turning around and seductively swaying her hips on her way towards the lake. Once she entered it, the warm water reaching her mid-ribs, she turned to look at him. Fenrys' eyes never left hers as he took deliberately slow steps towards her, eventually also immersing himself in the water.
They were standing chest to chest now, Fenrys' hand slowly rised out of the water as he moved a strand of her hair behind her ear. He then gently took ahold of the back of her head, bringing their lips closer as her arms went to his biceps. The kiss was full of words they couldn't express. Desperation, hunger, posessiveness, obsession and adoration. Both of their hands exploring each others assets as he gently squeezed her cheek underwater causing a small yelp to come out of her, granting him the access he needed to fully devour her mouth.
After a while, his mouth moved to her jaw and then her neck, leaving open mouthed and desperate kisses but also bites that clearly marked her as his. Y/n tried to hide her moans but stopped when he lifted his head, looking down on her as he said in an attractively raspy voice, "Don't hide your pretty noises from me, princess. There is no one here and even if there was, they would know that you are mine and mine alone so sing for me, witchling."
She did as he asked, letting her moans out as Fenrys kept on going lower and lower, kissing over her collarbones and scars before reaching her breasts and sucking one, while playing with the other. She could feel his hard erection pressing right against her now, causing her to squeeze her thighs which led to Fenrys letting out a strangled moan.
"Fen, please,"
He lifted his head, one hand slowly submerging underwater to slowly find its way towards the place she needed him in the most.
"Please what?"
"Please-" Her gasp cut off her sentence as one of his long and thick fingers entered her mound, causing her eyes to roll back and hands clench on his biceps.
"Please what, princess?"
"I-" A second finger entered her, making her head fall onto his shoulder, small moans emitting from her mouth.
"Princess, what happened?"
Before she even processed his words, a third finger was inside her, invading her walls as his pace quickened, his palm now hitting her cunt as she felt that spark within her build up.
"D-don't s-s-stop"
"Wasn't planning to, princess."
His other hand took ahold the back of her neck as he moved her head back and attacked her neck once more. Her release was quickly building up and his lips on her neck just intesified it tenfold.
His lips came to her ear, hot breath hitting her as he said, "You are mine now, this cunt is mine, this ass is mine, this body is mine, your everything is mine. You are mine and I will prove it to you in every possible way."
That was her undoing as with a final thrust, she let out a loud moan and came all over his fingers, chest heaving up and down as she slowly looked at him through the haze within her and oh, Gods....he was watching her the entire time, his intense and hungry eyes fixed on her completely as he slowly took his hand out from underwater and licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of her on his tounge, causing her to flush red.
"Y/n-"
Y/n didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence before she leapt on to him, joining their lips once more and tasting herself on his tounge. She pulled away slightly, both of them panting heavily as she whispered, "Fuck me, Fenrys."
He groaned out a "Fuck, princess. You are killing me. Jump."
She wasted no time in jumping on to him, Fenrys catching her under the thighs as he lined his cock with her entrance. He slowly entered her, inch by inch, making her let out a silent moan before he kissed her fiercely. Her grip behind his neck tightened as her hands tangled in his hair and her mound took in more and more of him with each stretch until he was fully inside her.
He gave her time to adjust before she nuzzled her head in his neck and whispered a "Move, please."
He started off slow, not wanting to hurt her and y/n already felt so full, her pain quickly dissolving into pleasure as she soon started to kiss and bite his throat, causing him to moan loudly as he picked up his pace, balls slapping against her skin.
Their moans echoed all throughout the place as her walls tightened around him, his tip constantly hitting her spongy spot. Her mind was completely hazy, her mouth was open, everything was a blank. She thought nothing but Fenrys and how good he felt. How she never wanted to leave this cave and make this moment end. She wanted to be with him, forever.
They came together and stayed like that for a while before their newly mated bond caused their insatiable need for one another to renew. After they fucked like rabbits in almost every part of the cave, after Fenrys ate her out who knows how many times more, they were both spent as they lay on the ground, limbs all tangled, bodies all wet with sweat and water as she put her head on his beating chest while he caressed her hair and looked up at the crystals covering the rocky ceilings.
"You know, we Illyrian's have very sensitive wings."
"Yes, you told that to Eva."
"But what I didn't tell her is that, that sensitivity also applies in sex. There is a specific place within the muscles in our wings that if touched properly, we can just cum from that alone."
"Oh, yeah? Hmmm I will test that out for my self soon enough then."
But then she felt his hand on her back, touching her biggest scar and suddenly her mood dampened.
"Who gave you all these scars, princess?"
She sighed and closed her eyes as she whispered, "A cruel monster."
His hands kept on gently caressing her even though she felt his body slightly stiffen as he whispered back, "Where is he now?"
"Dead."
"You killed him?" She heard the surprise in his voice as she nodded her head, still refusing to look at him and said, "My first kill. I was twenty."
"How did he give these scars to you?"
"Let that be a story for another time. I don't wish to talk about it now."
And so they didn't talk. Not with words atleast. But Fenrys made sure to show her all the love with his body as they stayed in the crystal caverns for a little more before bathing in the small lake and then leaving the place hand in hand. Their joy at finally being joined in both body and soul emanating from them both.
Fenrys had never felt so fulfilled in his life before. Finally being with his mate after years of being alone brought him the peace he has been seeking for so long. Even though they are about to face something so terrifying, Fenrys knew that they would be fine as long as their bond stayed strong.
Everyone was in the war council chamber when they entered the room. His protective instincts made Fenrys draw her closer to his body before moving towards the side of the area in which his family was. The high lord, who was listening to Aelin's plans carefully, failed to hide the shame on his face when y/n entered the room. All of their eyes were on her as Fenrys led her to sit with the women; Manon, Petrah, Yrene, Lysandra and Elide.
The anger from Azriel could be felt even if they were miles and miles apart and that alone made Fenrys full with pride.
"Finally, after three hours, you decide to grace us with your prese- oh, now I see." Lorcan had the most mischevious grin on his face as he smelled Fenrys and then looked over at y/n.
Fenrys, still not taking his eyes off of Azriel's intense gaze from across the room, asked Lorcan, "How was it while we were gone?"
Lorcan just scoffed as he looked around the place, his eyes coming to land on Rowan and Aelin explaining whatever to Rhysand and his court.
"I came this close to ripping off that Cassians head about three times in the past hour alone. He is giving all of us these dirty looks, well, how about he tries to give me that look when I am punching him into the ground. His mate-Nesta- is no different- did you know, she also has some death powers like bringing dead people to her feet or something? Apparently they call her lady death."
"Anyways, then that Mor kept looking at Lucien and Petrah which caused her to at some point yell at Mor something like 'If you keep staring some more, I won't hesitate to rip your throat out' and that caused Mor to challenge her and then the whole place turned into a disaster of two sides arguing before Rhysand managed to interfere and calm his court down."
And then, Lorcan's eyes widened as he turned to look at Fenrys with a huge smile and hit him on the arm. "Oooh and my favorite moment was when in the middle of a somewhat civil-as civil as you can get with these barbarians-discussion, Azriel asked where was y/n and Dorian decided it would be a great idea to provoke him by saying 'with her mate, probably fucking.' Oh, Godsss, you should have seen that pricks face, Fenrys. It was like all the color got drained out of him."
Fenrys noted to thank Dorian later on for that as a huge grin overtook his face. He then looked towards the windows where his beautiful mate was with Manon, Petrah and Yrene now, listening attentively as the healer explained something to her by pointing into the book. Even seeing her caused a soft smile to overtake his features as he admired what was now his.
Once all of this was over, he would take her away for some time where it could be just the two of them, basking in their newly found relationship. He looked back at Lorcan and said, "Care for a walk?"
"I would love to." Dorian's voice interrupted Lorcan's as the king popped from behind Lorcan.
Lorcan rolled his eyes. "No one invited you, little king."
Dorian just shrugged as Chaol, Lucien and Aedion also came to stand with them.
"Oh, well. We are all about to risk our lives once more so might as well have a lovely little walk beforehand."
Aedion nodded his head. "Rowan and Aelin seem to have it handled. Just get me out of here, please. I don't know how much of this tension I can take."
Fenrys sighed, "Very well. Looks like what was meant to be an only two person chat will end up becoming a five person chat."
Lucien smirked, "We can't miss the exciting conversation about how you and y/n mated, you know."
Chaol rolled his eyes as they moved to first kiss their women a temporary goodbye. "You are acting as if you and Petrah didn't also just newly mate."
Lucien hugged his mate before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, causing her to smile up at him. "We will take turns in telling."
Fenrys ignored the rest of the conversation as he moved to kiss his woman fiercely, leaving her breathless once they detached, her eyes once more filling with lust.
"We will be back soon, little warrior."
Her eyes darted to the others before a small blush crept up her cheeks and she smiled while nodding.
Gods, she was so adorable, Fenrys just wanted to eat her whole.
They left the room and headed towards the royal gardens when an irritating voice stopped them.
"You think you can take my mate from me and get away with it, you viper?!"
Fenrys and the others immediately turned around to find Azriel and Cassian heading straight towards them as Cassian tried but failed to hold him back by the shoulder.
Lorcan and Aedion immediately stepped forward but Fenrys pushed them back, all of their warnings of 'Don't do it.' 'Don't fall for his games' 'He is just provoking you' 'Ignore him' fell on deaf ears as Fenrys stood proud and tall when Azriel--who turned out to be a couple of inches shorter--came to stand right in front of his face.
Cassian, whose slightly anxious eyes now darted towards Lorcan due to his huge size, tried to once again push his brother back but failed miserably when Azriel snarled in Fenrys' face.
"You won't get away with this. She is mine and she knows it. Y/n will come home with me and we will be together once more."
Fenrys kept his indifferent mask on as he said, "Don't you have a mate? Hmmm I wonder what she would think if her beloved is here trying to get back what was never his to begin with."
Azriels eyes narrowed into slits as he said, "You are no mate for her. You are undeserving of her. Who do you think you are? Nobody but a stranger from a different world who interfered with our relationship-"
The dam broke.
The wolf was unleashed.
Fenrys landed his first blow right into Azriel's jaw and hit him with the second one right in the ribs before he even had time to think about it.
Azriel staggered back, a sharp breath escaping his lips as he struggled to regain his footing. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, now burned with a fierce, unyielding fire. The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the raw energy of their confrontation.
With a snarl, Azriel righted himself, his dark wings flaring as he used their power to launch himself back into the fray. He swung a powerful arc with his staff, aiming to catch Fenrys off guard. But Fenrys was ready. With a swift, practiced move, he dodged the blow and countered with a spinning kick that connected solidly with Azrielâs midsection.
In the distance, he could hear shouts and screams. Probably his brothers stopping Cassian or maybe Lorcan too, is releasing his anger on Cassian or maybe they are trying to stop Fenrys. Whatever the case is, he didn't care. Fenrys tried. He tried for y/n. Tried for his queen and tried for his brother but no, Azriel had to breach the line and now, he was facing the consequences.
Azriel grunted, the impact sending him crashing into a nearby stone pillar. He pushed himself up with a growl of determination, wiping a trickle of blood from his split lip. His gaze locked onto Fenrys with renewed intensity.
âIs that all youâve got?â Azrielâs voice was a low, dangerous growl.
Fenrys smirked, the adrenaline of battle fueling his movements. He advanced, his movements fluid and fierce, each step calculated to keep Azriel on the defensive. He feigned a left jab, only to deliver a right hook to Azrielâs temple.
Maybe in their world, Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand are considered the best, the largest, the most powerful. But here? Azriel was nothing but a faeling for Fenrys. None of them were match for the Cadre.
Azriel reeled, but he quickly recovered, his eyes narrowing as he harnessed his power. In a swift, fluid motion, he conjured a blade of shadow and lashed out with it. The dark blade cut through the air with a menacing hiss. Fenrys barely had time to react, raising his forearm to block the strike. The blade scraped against his skin, leaving a searing, burning sensation in its wake.
He spread his wings wide, using them to shield himself from Fenrysâs next onslaught. As Fenrys closed in, Azrielâs dark magic surged, swirling around him in a protective barrier.
Fenrys didnât hesitate. He gathered his strength and charged through the barrier with a roar, breaking through the swirling shadows and driving Azriel back with a brutal series of strikes. The clash of their powers reverberated through the air, each blow resonating with the intensity of their struggle.
Azrielâs breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to keep up with Fenrysâs relentless assault. Azriel's shadows seemingly decided to leave him alone, disappearing into who knows where. Fenrys managed to pin him to the ground, delivering blow after blow, his anger knowing no bounds or limits.
He could shift into a wolf but then that would mean that he has to kill Azriel and although he would love nothing more, Fenrys was still sensible enough to know that by doing it, he would unleash a myriad of unwanted problems.
He saw nothing and heard nothing but Azriel and his bone crunching under Fenrys' fists. Oh the pleasure it brought to him to finally have him like this-
Two small hands were on his, trying to drag him away-
He would know these hands and this scent anywhere. The only one who can ever calm him down. His princess, his witchling, his mate.
Y/n.
"Fen, please stop this!"
"Please, Fenrys!"
He let go of Azriel as y/n managed to drag him away, the rest of their family coming to circle all around him.
"Gods, Fenrys. Are you out of your mind?!" Aedion.
"I think I made it clear when I said no fights!" Aelin.
"You did so good, Fenrys. Thanks to you I got to punch Cassian when he tried to attack us for beating up Azriel." fucking Lorcan.
"Look at your hands!" Yrene.
"Why did I even try with warning you in the first place?" Rowan.
"Fen, please, look at me." His love, y/n.
Fenrys' eyes immediately snapped up to her and before anyone could say anything else, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto his shoulder, pushing through others and heading towards the palace.
"Fenrys!"
"Fen, please put me down!"
He ignored her.
A sigh. "Atleast go to the healing hut where we can do something about those bloody knuckles of yours."
He obliged.
Once in the healing hut, he put her down before she knocked on Isolde's door and entered it once the healer opened it.
"Oh Fenrys, what have you done?" Isolde said while slightly shaking her head and gesturing for them to sit down as she went to search for some medicine. Y/n turned to look at him with all the worry in the world evident in her hypnotizing eyes.
"What were you thinking? You promised-"
"He provoked me too much. I couldn't hold it back anymore."
She sighed as Isolde came back with a small wooden box in her hand, giving it to y/n. "Apply this salve over his injuries, they should heal in a days time."
Y/n nodded and said her thanks before the healer turned and left to another corner of the room. Y/n opened the circular box and wiped some of the salve with her fingers before taking his right hand in hers and gently applying it onto them.
"Well, thank you."
Fenrys' eyes widened slightly. "Thank you? For what?"
She smiled. "For standing up for me. For protecting my honor. Azriel is in a horrible condition, you know. If you continued some more, he would end up dead."
Fenrys grunted. "Should've kept punching, then."
She moved her hands from his to his face, cupping it and bringing him closer to her as she looked between his eyes, "I am glad you didn't, Fen. What you already have done has been more than enough. I am so proud of you for everything."
He smiled softly at her as his arm came around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he delivered a soft kiss to his mate's delectable lips.
The next hours passed in high tensions as neither of the courts spoke with each other, only acknowledging one another when needed. As the hours drew closer, y/n just kept her anxious thoughts at bay by burying herself in her mate's arms as they sat on a couch in the sitting room with their family around.
Finally, as she watched her mate and friends choose weapons for the battle, y/n felt her fears slowly to start creeping up-
"Everything will be fine, you will do just fine." Yrene's soothing voice sounded in her ear as they both stood on the sidelines and watched everything going around them.
Dorian entered the room with the book in hand, heading towards them as he said, "The best place for this will be in the forest, ladies. We don't need to destroy any furniture, you know."
Y/n and Yrene smiled as the former said, "Let us get going as well then."
"And not say farewell to us?" Aelin's feigned hurt tone made them look at her, all strapped with weapons as y/n said, "Of course not before that."
"Good, because I don't think I can leave without kissing you some more." Lorcan said to his wife as Elide giggled.
"Get a room, you two." Dorian's disgust at them vanished the second he had Manon in his arms and began devouring her face.
"Such babies," Yrene said while shaking her head as she let her husband hug her tightly.
In the other side of the room, Lysandra, Aedion and Eva were having their own family moment as Fenrys approached y/n.
âBe careful please,â she said as Fenrys hugged her in his arms, inhaling her scent.
âIf being careful means coming back to you, then I most certainly will be.âÂ
She nuzzled her head in his chest, âI am afraid, Fen.â
He kissed the top of her head gently, âDonât be, I will send you energy through the bond if I feel you declining.âÂ
She closed her eyes, pure bliss overtaking her âHmmmâ
âIf any of those vipers try to do something to you-â
âFen, no. They wonât because they are ashamed to even look at me in the eye. I will be fine.â
âWe are leaving, everyone!â Aelinâs voice boomed across the room as the couples began detaching.
âAsk me to kiss you.â
She smiled and pulled away. âNot this time, Fen. I will kiss you when you comeback home to me. Alive.â
He smiled back and said, âVery well, witch.â
And before she knew it, with a final look, he was heading towards Rowan and Aelin.
Once they were gone, Dorian told the guards to inform Rhysand and his court that it is time.Â
As they began preparing for their short journey to the woods, the inner circle entered. Y/n felt her body tense slightly but decided to ignore them all and keep her hands busy with helping Yrene roll the scriptures.
Lucien came into the room a moment later as Eva crossed her arms and asked him, âAnd where, pray tell, were you?â
He just smiled sheepishly and said, âCanât a male have his privacy with his mate?â
Elide snickered before they heard a scoff from the other side of the roomâŚ.Mor.
Y/n put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, âIgnore them, they will be gone soon, Lu.â
He just nodded his head stiffly but didnât say anything else.Â
âVery well, everyone. Time to leave.â Dorian announced as he exited the door, book in hand.
During their walk, y/n felt like she could cut the tension with a knife as the inner circle followed them through the woods. At some point, Nesta tried to speak to her but y/n cut her off with an âI donât want to hear it.âÂ
More also tried apologizing for the whole panic attack situation but, y/n ignored her too. Azriel could barely even walk, let alone breathe as Cassian, who had a giant bruise on his cheekbone, held his brother up.
She just kept close to her friends and followed the path Dorian went. When they finally arrived, the place looked like some sort of a ritual point. A huge circle made out of stone held up large boulders with unique carvings on them as green ivyâs covered most of the ground and surrounding area.Â
Dorian placed the book in the very center and then turned to look at y/n. âTell it to open the right page.â
Y/n came forward and put her hand on the book, her body filling with energy as she looked down at the object and said, âOpen the right page.â
The book needed no more commands as itâs pages flipped through on their own accord, coming to land on a text with ancient writing.Â
Yrene nodded her head before turning to look at the inner circle. âSince you all will be leaving together, I suggest you do not separate at all.âÂ
Rhysand gave her a short, curt, nod before turning to his court and saying something in a low voice  to them.Â
Dorian looked at Lucien, Elide, Eva, Yrene and then at her as he said, âVery well, family. Y/n, the lunar eclipse shall begin inâŚwhen will it begin again Yrene?â
The healer looked up into the sky and said, âIf my calculations were correct, in exactly two minutes.â
âSo, once the eclipse begins, I put my hand on this writing and hone in my energy?â
They all gave her small nods before Eva asked, âAre we sure that the gates will open?â
Dorian just sighed. âFor our sake, let us hope that they will.â
âI think it is starting.â Elide announced as she looked upwards, followed by everyone else as y/n heard Feyre gasp and say, âWhat is happening?â
âIt is time.â Dorian looked at y/n, a small encouraging smile on his face as Yrene opened her scriptures and began reciting the spells she deciphered from the book in the library. What they did, y/n had no idea but she trusted the healer too much to ever doubt her skills.
Elide, Lucien and Eva stood nearby, observing and ready to help at any second as the inner circle too, came closer.
Y/n could feel all the eyes on her as she sighed and closed her eyes, bringing her palm up and on to the page.Â
The second her hand landed on the magical writing, her blood felt molten, her body feeling too heavy. It was like she was burning from the inside.Â
And then, all of a sudden, it was as if something gripped her from the back and yanked her into darkness.Â
âElaraâs daughterâ
âThe connectedâ
âThe keyâ
âThe chosen oneâ
Multiple ancient voices were hissing all around her as y/n kept on falling through the darkness.Â
âHave you come to close the gates, child?â
âFool, you shall die.â
She fell and fell until her back hit something strong. With a groan, y/n got up  and looked around, only mist and fog were around her. What was this place?
She couldnât see much due to the fog but she tried her best and stretched her arms in front of her to try and feel where she was going.Â
âYou think you can close the gates and keep end the valgs?â
She suddenly turned around to find a towering figure emerging from the mist. Cloaked in shadows, its eyes glowed a piercing blue, cutting through the darkness. The figure seemed to absorb the very light around it, creating an aura of dread that chilled y/n to her core.
"You think you can close the gates and end the valgs?" The voice echoed again, this time more pronounced, filled with both curiosity and malice.
"I have to," y/n whispered, her voice trembling yet determined. "It's my destiny."
The figure laughed, a cold, harsh sound that reverberated through the void. "Destiny, child? Or a curse?"
With a wave of its hand, the mist parted, revealing a path lined with ancient, rune-covered stones. "Follow the path if you dare. But beware, for not all who tread here return."
Determined, y/n took a deep breath and stepped forward, her resolve hardening with each step. The path seemed endless, winding through the fog, with the voices of the ancients whispering warnings and secrets in her ears. The weight of her destiny pressed heavily upon her, but she knew she had no choice but to continue.
The path led y/n deeper into the mist, where the air grew colder and the whispers grew louder, each step echoing with an ominous finality. As she continued, the runes on the stones began to glow faintly, casting eerie shadows that danced and shifted around her.Â
After what felt like an eternity, she arrived at a massive, ancient gate made of black stone, covered in intricate carvings and sigils that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. This was the source of the whispers, the place where the voices of the ancients converged.
Before the gate stood a tall, imposing figure draped in dark robes, its face hidden beneath a hood. In its hands, it held a staff topped with a glowing crystal, emanating an otherworldly light.
"You have arrived, Elaraâs daughter," the figure intoned, its voice resonating with a power that shook y/n to her core. "This is the Gate of Shadows, the barrier between worlds. To close it, you must face the darkness within and without."
The gate slowly began to creak open, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light beyond. The figure raised its staff, and the crystalâs glow intensified, casting a protective circle around y/n.
"Step forward, child, and confront your destiny. But remember, the darkness will test you. Only those with the purest hearts and strongest wills can prevail."
With a deep breath, y/n stepped through the gate, into the heart of the vortex, ready to face whatever trials awaited her within.
As y/n stepped through the gate, she felt an immediate pull, like being drawn into a powerful current. The swirling shadows and light enveloped her, and she was plunged into a world of chaotic energy. Shapes and figures moved within the darkness, whispering her name, taunting and challenging her resolve.
As y/n stepped through the gate, she felt an immediate pull, like being drawn into a powerful current. The swirling shadows and light enveloped her, and she was plunged into a world of chaotic energy. Shapes and figures moved within the darkness, whispering her name, taunting and challenging her resolve.
The first trial began almost instantly. The shadows coalesced into a figure resembling her mother, Elara. The figureâs eyes glowed with an unearthly light, and its voice was a haunting echo of her motherâs.
"Do you really think you can succeed where I failed?" the shadow-Elara taunted. "You are but a child, untested and weak."
Y/nâs heart ached at the sight, but she stood firm, clenching her fists. "I am stronger than you think. I carry your legacy, and I will not fail."
The shadow-Elara lunged at her, its form twisting into a monstrous shape. Y/n dodged and summoned her inner strength, feeling the magic within her pulse and surge. With a fierce cry, she released a burst of light, dispelling the shadow.
The vortex shifted, and y/n found herself in a vast, desolate landscape, the sky above a swirling mass of storm clouds. In the distance, she saw a figure standing alone. As she approached, she realized it was herself, a mirror image staring back at her with cold, calculating eyes.
"This is your second trial," the doppelgänger said, its voice a perfect replica of her own. "You must confront your own fears and doubts. Are you ready to face yourself?"
Y/n nodded, feeling a mix of fear and determination. "I am ready."
The battle was intense, with the doppelgänger matching her every move, every spell, every strike. But y/n drew on the memories of her journey, the lessons learned, the bonds formed. With each strike, she remembered her purpose, her friends, and her promise to end the valgs. Her iron fangs and claws working nonstop to help her in defeating her own self.
Finally, with a powerful surge of magic, y/n overwhelmed her doppelgänger, who dissolved into a swirl of shadows. Breathing heavily, she stood victorious, but exhausted.
The landscape shifted once more, and y/n found herself in a serene, beautiful garden, a stark contrast to the trials she had just faced. In the center of the garden stood a towering tree, its branches covered in shimmering, golden leaves. At its base, a small, intricately carved box rested, emanating a soft, warm light.
As she approached the tree, the ancient voices returned, now gentle and guiding. "This is the heart of the gate. To close it, you must place your hand upon the box and channel your magic. But be warned, the gate will resist, and the valgs will try to stop you."
With renewed determination, y/n placed her hand on the box. Immediately, she felt a surge of resistance, as if the gate itself was fighting against her. Dark figures began to emerge from the shadows, the valgs intent on stopping her.
Drawing on every ounce of her strength and magic, y/n focused on the box, channeling her energy into it. The light grew brighter, pushing back the darkness. The valgs advanced, but she held firm, determined to see this through. Black, foggy claws were on her from every side, trying to drag her back as ugly voices said, âYou wonât prevail. You wonât prevail.â
With a final, powerful burst of magic, the light from the box exploded outward, engulfing the garden and the shadows. The ancient voices cried out in triumph as the gate began to close, the vortex of shadows and light dissipating.
As the world around her faded to white, y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her. She had faced her trials, confronted her fears, and emerged victorious. The gate was closed, and the valgs were no more. Or at-least she hoped that was the case-
âY/n.âÂ
She turned around to find the inner circle. They were in some sort of a hallway that seemed to glow white from all around. Behind Rhysand and his court was a gate that was slowly-very slowly- closing.Â
They all looked at her with so much shame, with so much guilt. Y/n sighed and decided to speak first because she knew that this would be the last time they ever saw one another.
âI forgive you all. I wonât forget any of it but I do not wish for us to part with unfortunate feelings towards one another.â
Feyre was fully tearing up as Rhysand gripped her hand. For the first time, she saw Amrenâs eyes full with sadness as her unusually soft voice called out to her, âWe shall carry this guilt with us forever, girl.âÂ
Nesta who was standing next to Amren, nodded her head, a tear sliding down her cheek as she said, âI am happy to know that you have found a family that will truly cherish you.â
âThat will succeed in the places we failed.â Mor said mournfully.Â
Rhysand gave her a small, grateful smile as he said, âIt was my honor to have known you for so long. Your invaluable presence will never be replaced.â
As they began turning one by one and entering the closing gate, Cassianâs pained face looked at her. âI am so sorry, sweets. So sorry for letting you down.âÂ
She gave him a small smile as he too, turned around and went through the gate, leaving only Azriel behind as he looked back at the now quickly closing gate and then at her.
âY/n-â
âI understand, Azriel. We had a beautiful time while together and I believe that is something I shall never forget. In a way, we both prepared each other to ultimately meet our mates. Now go, be with her. I wish you both well.â
He gave her a small smile. âI will forever carry this guilt with me, but I wish you the best as well. My love for you will never cease to exist, y/n dearest.â
Then, he turned around and entered the gate, giving her final look of gratitude before the gate closed completely.Â
She sighed and turned around, taking a step forward-
Her foot fell through a hole. She was falling once more. World after world, gate after gate, she saw glimpses of different realms, different places before their gates too, sealed off completely.
She saw a world with tall buildings and shimmering lights, a world filled with vast dunes and oasis cities, a world where a whole civilization was underwater, a world where multiple Islands were floating in the air.
She went through world after world, the gates shutting off after she passed through each until she was slowing down, down, downâŚ.
When she finally opened her eyes with a gasp, she found herself back in the real world, the ancient writing still glowing faintly beneath her hand. She was exhausted but triumphant. The voices of the ancients had fallen silent, and a calm, serene silence enveloped her.
âOh thank the Gods!â Yreneâs overjoyed voice was the first thing that she heard before Eva was on her, hugging her tightly.Â
Y/n was drained. She was panting heavily and felt like her body would collapse at any second when everyone gathered around her, congratulating her.
Eva put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest as she looked at Dorian. âSooo, I win the bet. Give me my 15 gold coins.â
The king rolled his eyes playfully but said, âYou said she would be back in two hours. She came back in three.â
âWell, unlike Lucien who bet ten minutes, I was close enough.â
Lucien laughed as he said, âIn my defence, I had no idea it would take this long.â
Elide put her arm under y/nâs shoulder as Dorian hoisted her up from the other side, âIgnore them, we were bored while your body was immersed in a trance so we made bets about how quickly you would return.âÂ
Y/n didnât feel like she had the energy to reply to anything so she gave a small smile as they slowly made their way out of the woods while Dorian kept bickering with Eva, others interfering at some point.Â
The moment y/n was back in her room, she collapsed on the bed and slept away who knows how many hours. When she awoke, Fenrys was beside her, an arm draped protectively over her waist.Â
His eyes were open as he seemingly admired her. Y/n couldnât keep her joy and relief at seeing her mate come back in one piece contained as she jumped on to him, draping her arms around his shoulders and nuzzling her nose into his neck.Â
He hissed a little which caused her to immediately detach and pull the covers away to find his left arm bandaged.Â
âFenrys! What- Are you well? I am so sorry-â
He put his right arms around her waist and pressed her body against his, smiling. âJust a scratch donât worry. Isolde said it will heal in a week. I am better now that you are with me.â
She looked worriedly all over him before sighing and putting her head back on his chest.Â
âDid you manage to kill them?âÂ
"We killed and killed. None of us could even stop to take a breath. There were so many of them it's like they keep inbreeding. At some point, I started becoming worried when I couldn't feel you through the bond and then I started full on panicking when the valgs wouldn't die because it meant that there was a chance something happened to you. But it wasn't like I could leave, I was stuck killing valg after valg. Then, however, they all suddenly fell to the ground mid-fight. All of them. That's when we all realized that you did, after all, manage to close the gates."
He kissed the top of her head as y/n listened to his beating heart, ensuring herself that he was real, alive and with her.
"Are there any injured?"
"Lysandra's leg got injured and a small amount of skin was ripped off of Lorcan's ribs but other than that, we are all well. Tired, exhausted even, but well."
She nodded her head. "What now?"
"Now? Now we get to finally live in peace. Together. Now we get all the time in the universe for each other."
She smiled. "I like that. I very much like that."
He slightly pushed her away so that they were looking at each others eyes as Fenrys said, "I believe you owe me a long overdue kiss?"
Y/n laughed and said, "Hmmm do I?"
His expression turned into longing as he whispered, eyes trained on her lips, "Ask me to kiss you."
She wasted no time in replying. "Kiss me, Fenrys."
He kissed her longingly, lovingly, hungrily, fiercely and softly. He kissed her until they couldn't breath anymore and once he left her lips, he moved down to her jaw, neck, slowly undressing her as he went lower to her breasts and then even lower. Heat was already pooling below her stomach as they basked in the feel of each other, knowing that they were finally in each others arms and that nothing could ever seperate them.
After a couple of hours, when they both entered the sitting room, they saw everyone gathered there, Lysandra's right foot was perched atop Aedions lap as Lorcan also lay on the opposite couch with his head on Elide's lap.
Everyone else was coupled up with their significant others, basking in the moment.
"Well, dearest y/n, welcome to the family." Aelin's proud voice echoed around the room as she looked at y/n with a bright smile, Rowan too smiled as he sat beside his queen and mate.
Y/n reciprocated their smile with her own. "Thank you. All of you. I am very grateful that you accepted me to your circle."
Lysandra waved her hand in the air, "Nonsense, you are one of us now, we are the ones who are grateful to have you with us."
"Are you going to take the blood oath now?" Chaol's question made all eyes turn to Aelin but the queen just smiled and looked at Manon who smiled back at y/n.
"Actually, me and Manon have already discussed this between ourselves since y/n is after all, an iron teeth witch and the mate of someone who is blood sworn to me. And we decided that..."
"That it is up to her to decide. She may or may not choose to do the blood oath. My only wish is that she comes and visits us in the witch kingdom."
Y/n smiled as Fenrys hugged her waist, "Of course I will. I will come visit all of you. There is so much to explore in this world, I can't wait to see it all with my own eyes."
Fenrys kissed the top of her head as he said, "We shall do it together, you will see all the beauty of our world, I swear it."
"Well, if you don't come to Adarlan first, I will be seriously wounded." Dorian put his hand on his chest as his head fell on top of Manon's, who was snuggled up in his arms.
"Oh, shush, you. Witch kingdom it is." Petrah hit him on the head as she passed by them with Lucien holding her hands.
"Oh, here we go again." Lysandra rolled her eyes as Aedion laughed.
Yrene, who was braiding Eva's hair, said, "Actually, she should go to the Southern continent first. I am sure Nesryn would love to meet her. Oh! I could show you where I lived for so long-"
"No! I think-"
"Gods, you are all such babies-"
"Shush Aelin!"
"Did you just tell my wife to shush?"
"Calm down, Rowan. Dorian has just been itching to get a beating from me for the past week."
"I would love to see you try-"
Y/n smiled and side hugged Fenrys as they watched their beloved family argue and bicker.
Suddenly, Fenrys whispered in her ear, "I promise to love and cherish you across the universe."
Oh, how she was ready for this new adventure to begin.
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What Was I Made For?
25: Love Of My Life
childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (đ)
Warnings: fluuuuuff, birth, happiness. Third person pov.
a/n: LAST CHAPTER! WOW! I really can't believe this is the end (unofficially, because there's an epilogue and then if you want I can write extra things). I loved every minute I created this story, and I hope all of you loved reading about themâ¤ď¸
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Monaco is always sunny. And in the first weeks of June, the warmth of the sun bathes the streets from morning to evening.Â
Charles finally ended the triple header, with the last race in his hometown where his family and girlfriend were.Â
When his girlfriend told him that she wanted to be in Monaco to deliver their baby surrounded by their family and friends, he had a mixture of feelings going around his mind. He was happy that she decided to be in Monaco, so their son Dorian would be born where he was born. But at the same time he felt anxious, not knowing if he would miss the birth of his first son or even not knowing how Dafne was dealing with the last weeks of pregnancy.
The moment he had the last brief meeting with his team after the Monaco Grand Prix, he asked his boss to give him time to be with his family, asking to stay out of the races for what was left of the first half of the season. And just with the nod of his head and a small smile, he knew that his boss was already thinking about it even before he asked about it.
Charles pushed open the door to his Monaco apartment, the familiar sound of the soft click as it closed behind him was barely loud. His body ached because of the time spent in the car during the week, with the adrenaline still running through his veins. The roar of the crowd and the car speeding through the city streets echoed in his mind. Now, standing in the quiet hallway, it all seemed a world away.
He slipped off his shoes, exhaustion starting to creep in. The apartment didnât have any light turned on, the evening sun casting golden light across the floor. He walked towards the living room and looked around, smiling when he saw the blue yoga ball in the balcony, and his mind created images of how she would have watched the race while doing those exercises the doctor told her, moving in circles on top of that ball.
âDafne?â he called her, leaving his backpack on the table.
He walked further into the apartment, and thatâs when he saw her, in the kitchen with her back to him, humming softly to herself. She was dressed comfortably, her hair loosely tied back, a hand occasionally resting on her swollen belly as she mixed the contents of a pot.
He leaned against the doorway for a moment, simply watching her. There was something peaceful about the scene, with the soft hum of the kitchen, and Dafne standing there, so full of life and beauty. For a second, he wondered how he got so lucky.
âYouâre going to burn holes into my back if you keep staring like thatâ Dafneâs voice broke the silence, teasing but warm. She didnât even turn around, but Charles could see the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âYou came earlier than I thoughtâ
âCan you blame me?â he chuckled, pushing off the doorway and walking up behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist carefully, his hands resting on her belly as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. âLook at what Iâm coming home toâ
Dafne turned in his arms, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. Her eyes softened at the sight of him. He looked tired, his hair a mess from the helmet and sweat, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that always made her heart flutter.
âYou did an amazing race today, my winnerâ she smiled softly. âWhen will they give you the trophy?â
âMaybe in a few daysâ he sighed, kissing her forehead. âNow I have time for you, letâs stop talking about racing. I missed youâ
âI missed you tooâ she smiled, closing her eyes when she felt his lips on her skin. âEven if you stayed here with me during this week we barely had time for ourselvesâ
âNow we will have all the time in the world, thenâ he smiled. âI wonât race for the rest of the first half of the seasonâ
âIâm gladâ she nodded.
Charles smiled looking at her, pressing a kiss on her lips. His hands lingered on her belly as they kissed, feeling the slight movements of their baby beneath his fingers. When they pulled apart, Charles let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at her stomach.
âHowâs our little one? Heâs been treating you well?â he asked.
 âHeâs been restless. Kicking like crazy today, especially when I started cooking. I think heâs hungryâ Dafne smiled, brushing a hand through Charles' messy hair.
âWell, letâs not keep him waitingâ Charles laughed.
âWhat about you?â she asked, pulling back to look at him more closely. âYou look exhausted. Go shower, and dinner will be ready when youâre doneâ
âYouâre the best, you know that?â he chuckled, kissing her once more.
âOf course I amâ she smirked, laughing softly.
He laughed and shook his head playfully, walking through the corridors of the apartment and going to his bedroom, grabbing fresh clothes to be comfortable and then slipping to the bathroom, taking a fast shower, not wanting to make Dafne wait too much.
A few minutes later, Charles returned, freshly showered, his hair damp and skin glowing from the warmth of the water. He looked more relaxed now, his usual grin playing on his lips as he walked back into the kitchen. Dafne was just finishing plating the food, moving a little slower than usual, but determined to carry on as normal despite her growing belly.
âSit down, sillyâ Charles said, taking the plates from her hands and guiding her to the dining table. âYouâve done enough today.â
Dafne chuckled but didnât argue, lowering herself carefully into the chair. Charles set the plates down, pouring two glasses of water before sitting across from her. For a moment, they both just sat there, a quiet sense of calm filling the space between them.
âThank you for thisâ Charles said, taking a bite of the pasta. âItâs exactly what I needed.â
âI thought you might appreciate a home cooked mealâ Dafne smiled, taking a bite herself.
He laughed softly and started eating, moaning softly with a wide smile while he ate what Dafne cooked. They started talking about the race, about the previous ones and how the team was working. And after that, they couldnât help it and started talking about what is coming next.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked, his fingers tracing small circles on her hand. âWeâre so close nowâ
âIâm tired, I wonât lie. My back hurts, my feet are swollen, and I can barely sleep. ButâŚâ she smiled, glancing down at her belly. âEvery time I feel him move, itâs like all of that doesnât matter. Weâre so close to meeting him. I canât waitâ
âI canât wait eitherâ he whispered. His voice was soft, full of emotion. âI still canât believe it sometimes. That weâre going to be parents. That we are together. I canât imagine how the six years old Charles is feeling nowâ
âI think reality will hit when youâre changing his diapers at 3 a.m.â Dafne laughed.
âBring it on. Iâm ready for all of itâ he laughed, so carefree.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the moment settling over them. Outside, the soft sounds of Monaco drifted in through the open window of the kitchen: the distant hum of the sea, the occasional car passing by, the quiet murmur of life carrying on below them.
âIâm glad weâre here. It feels like the right place for him to be born. Our familyâs here, andâŚâ she smiled, looking at Charles with a softness in her eyes. âAnd youâre here.â
âI wouldnât miss this for anythingâ he said, squeezing her hand softly. âYou know, these next few weeks are going to be the best part. Just us, waiting for him. Iâll be here, every step of the way.â
âI know. And I wouldnât want it any other wayâ she sighed, smiling wider.
âWeâve got thisâ he nodded.
âYeah, weâve got thisâ she repeated softly.
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dafnemorelli Last weeks! Can't wait to meet youâ¤ď¸
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scuderiaferrari Can't wait to see baby Dorian
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sharlesperceval Remember when we used to watch how those to argue? And when they had to do the challenges and sponsors meetings and they were all the time throwing beef?
dafneismymom And now they are having a son and they are so in love đĽš
The sun was just beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the backyard of Dafneâs parentsâ house. Balloons in soft shades of blue, cream, and white floated around the space, with more things with the same shades of blue.
Laughter and conversation filled the air as friends and family gathered around, celebrating the soon-to-arrive baby. Long tables were covered with food and drinks, with a special cake shaped like a race car sitting at the center, a playful nod to Charles' career.Â
Charles was near the table, laughing with his brothers and some of his friends, while Dafne was seated on a cozy outdoor sofa, her hands resting on her swollen belly talking with her sisters and friends while she opened the gifts all of the guests came with: adorable baby clothes, plush toys, and tiny shoes.
âYouâre going to spoil him before heâs even bornâ Dafne laughed as she thanked Arhtur.
âWeâre just getting startedâ he joked, winking at her playfully.
The afternoon was a mix of joy and excitement, with everyone catching up, sharing stories, and playing baby shower games. The most popular one seemed to be âGuess the Babyâs Birth Date,â with people writing down their predictions on a chalkboard set up near the gift table.
At one point, Dafne glanced across the terrace and spotted her best friend Oscar and his girlfriend Lily, standing by the edge, chatting and laughing with a group of mutual friends. Oscar, as always, looked effortlessly relaxed, his arm slung around Lilyâs shoulders.
Dafne smiled to herself, feeling a wave of warmth wash over her. She knew what she had to do. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
âCharlesâ Dafne murmured. âIâm going to go talk to Oscar and Lily for a minute.â
âAre you going to ask them now?â he smiled excitedly.
She nodded, her heart racing with excitement and a touch of nerves.
Dafne made her way over to Oscar and Lily, her steps slower than usual but filled with purpose. When they noticed her approaching, Oscar immediately stepped forward, grinning widely.
âLook at you!â he exclaimed, his voice teasing but affectionate. âYouâre glowing!â
âAnd also moving slower than a snailâ Lily added with a playful smirk, though her eyes were filled with warmth.
âTrust me, I feel like a penguinâ Dafne laughed, placing a hand on her belly as Dorian gave a little kick in response.
âCan we feel him?â Lily asked softly, her face lighting up with excitement.
âOf courseâ Dafne said, guiding Lilyâs hand to her belly.
âThatâs amazing,â she whispered, feeling the little movements beneath her hand. Oscar placed his hand beside hers, his smile widening as he felt the soft kicks.
âDorianâs already practicing for his debutâ Oscar joked, looking up at Dafne with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Dafne chuckled, then took a deep breath, gathering her courage. This was it.Â
âHeyâ she started softly, her voice suddenly more serious but filled with affection. âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask both of you.â
Oscar and Lily exchanged a curious glance before focusing back on Dafne, waiting expectantly.
âYou two have been such an important part of my lifeâ she smiled, glancing back at Charles, who was watching them from afar with a soft smile. âYouâve been there for me through everything, the good and the bad, and I canât imagine our baby growing up without the two of you being a huge part of his life.â
Lilyâs smile softened, her eyes already filled with emotion, while Oscar looked at Dafne with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, sensing where this conversation was going.
âSo⌠I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being Dorianâs godparents?â
For a brief second, there was stunned silence. Oscar and Lily stared at her, wide eyed, as if trying to process the enormity of the question.
Then, all at once, their faces lit up with pure joy.
âAre you serious?â Oscar asked, his voice filled with disbelief, though the grin spreading across his face made it clear he was over the moon.
âOf course, Iâm seriousâ Dafne said, her own eyes filling with tears. âYouâre family to me, Oscar. Both of you are. The moment I came to Prema and you started to talk to me, I felt like you were a brother to me. And⌠Somehow I want you to be in my family, being Dorianâs godfatherâ
âYou have no idea how much this means to usâ he smiled, holding her hand and wrapping his arms around her tightly. âThank you.â
When they finally pulled back, Lily stepped forward, hugging Dafne tightly. Both girls chuckled softly, hugging each other while moving side to side softly.
âWe promise weâll be there for him and for you, alwaysâ Lily smiled.
âI know you willâ Dafne whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she held Lily close.
Just then, Charles appeared at Dafneâs side, smiling warmly at the scene. He stood next to Oscar and both of them hugged tightly for some seconds.
âSo, whatâs the verdict?â he asked, already knowing the answer.
âWeâre inâ Oscar said with a laugh, clapping him on the back. . âYou couldnât have picked better.â
âWelcome to the family, thenâ he smiled. âThis time officiallyâ
The sun streamed through the large windows of their Monaco apartment, the weather of June already making them use summer clothes. Charles was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, watching a Netflix show on the TV. Dafne sat on the yoga ball beside him, looking at the baby clothes that were on top of the table, folding and sorting them with a content smile.Â
âLook at this one!â Dafne exclaimed, holding up a tiny onesie with a little Ferrari logo stitched on the front. She laughed, imagining their baby in it. âI can already see him driving his own little car.â
âHeâll be a natural. Maybe heâll win the Monaco Grand Prix one day. Just like his dadâ he smiled proudly.
They laughed together, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. It felt like a perfect day, one filled with simple joys and the promise of their future.
But then, just as Dafne reached for another outfit, a sudden sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She froze, her breath hitching slightly.
âDafne?â Charles asked immediately, worried. âAre you okay?â
âI think so⌠It was just a little crampâ she smiled, shaking her head softly.
âAre you sure? Should I get you some water?â He was already moving, ready to spring into action, the instinct to care for her taking over.
âIâm fineâ she promised him, waving him off. âJust⌠a little uncomfortableâ
But as she spoke, another wave of pain rolled through her, more intense than the first. This one took her breath away, and she clutched her belly, the sudden realization hitting her.
âCharles!â Her voice trembled, eyes wide.
âWhat?â he frowned confused, already kneeling in front of her.
"I thinkâŚ" she trailed off, pressing her lips together as she tried to breathe through the discomfort.Â
Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the sensation. She had felt Braxton Hicks contractions before, but this⌠this felt different. Stronger. More insistent.
"I think itâs starting" she whispered, her eyes widening as the realization washed over her. "Charles, I think these are real contractions."
Charlesâ heart skipped a beat. His calm demeanor faltered for just a moment before he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and holding Dafneâs hands tightly.
"Okay, okay. Donât panic" he said, though he could feel the adrenaline already starting to pump through his veins. "Weâve got this. Weâre prepared"
Dafne nodded, but her breathing had quickened. She placed both hands on her belly, wincing slightly as another wave of discomfort rolled through her.
"Letâs time them, yeah?" Charles suggested, pulling out his phone. "Just to see how far apart they are."
Dafne nodded, trying to relax into the ball, though her body felt tense, her muscles reacting to the new intensity of the contractions. Charles took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as they waited together in silence. After a minute, another contraction hit, stronger than the last, causing her to grip his hand tightly.
"Breathe, love" he whispered softly. "In and out. Iâm right here."
Dafne did as he said, focusing on her breath, even though the pain was starting to grow more intense. She knew what was happening, this was the real deal, but it still felt surreal. They had been enjoying such a calm, peaceful day, and now, just like that, everything was shifting.
After a few minutes, another contraction hit, and Charles stopped the timer, taking a deep breath while he kissed Dafneâs forehead.
"Theyâre about ten minutes apart" he said, his voice steady. "I think we need to get ready."
âThe hospital bag is next to the doorâ she said, groaning softly as she stood up slowly.
He stood quickly, moving with a sense of purpose as he grabbed the hospital bag they had packed a month ago, along with a few extra things he thought she might need. Dafne slowly eased herself out of the ball, standing up with some difficulty as another contraction hit, her breath coming in short bursts.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, though he was trying to stay as calm as possible for her.
"Iâm okay" she nodded, though her face tightened. "Itâs just⌠intense."
"Iâve got you" he whispered, helping her to the door. "Weâre going to the hospital now, okay? Just hang in there."
Dafne took a deep breath, focusing on the sound of his voice. The contractions were coming faster now, each one stronger than the last, but with Charles by her side, she felt steadier. She knew they were ready for this moment, even if it had come sooner than expected.
As they stepped out of the apartment, Charles paused for a second, looking down at her, his eyes softening despite the rush.Â
"Weâre about to meet him" he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and excitement.
Dafne smiled through the pain, her hand gripping his tightly.Â
"Yeah" she breathed. "Weâre going to meet our son."
The drive to the hospital felt endless. The contractions had come closer and stronger as Charles drove through the streets of Monaco, his eyes flicking to Dafne every few seconds to make sure she was okay. Her grip was firm on his hand, her breathing uneven but steady as she focused on getting through each wave of pain.
âAlmost there, loveâ he whispered, his voice tight with a mixture of worry and excitement. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but he stayed as calm as he could, trying to keep her grounded.
When they finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, the moment felt surreal. Charles hurried out of the car, rushing to Dafneâs side as she stepped out slowly, clutching her belly. The pain was now constant, waves of pressure rolling through her body one after another.
âWeâre hereâ Charles said as he helped her into the hospital.Â
He could see the tension in her face, the way she was gripping his arm, but he wasnât about to let her go through this alone. He was right there beside her, guiding her with every step.
As they entered the hospital, a nurse quickly approached them, guiding them towards the maternity floor. Charles was barely able to keep up, his mind racing as the reality of the situation hit him all at once. They were about to have their baby.
By the time they reached the delivery room, Dafne was trembling, but she was still breathing through the contractions, and Charles remained by her side, holding her hand and offering words of encouragement.Â
âYouâre doing really well, Dafneâ the doctor said with a reassuring smile. âItâs almost time to meet your baby. We have to wait until you are fully dilated, okay?â
Dafneâs breath hitched at the mention of the baby, her eyes widening as another powerful contraction gripped her body. She clutched Charlesâs hand so hard her knuckles turned white.
âCharlesâ she whimpered, her voice trembling. âI canât⌠I really canât do this.â
âYou canâ he said, leaning in close, his voice soft but firm. âYouâve been strong the entire time. Youâre almost there. Dorianâs almost here.â
She nodded, but the fear in her eyes was still there. She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain began to build again, her body arching with the force of it. The nurse was already getting ready for the birth, setting up the instruments, while the doctor prepared herself.
âYouâve got this. Iâm right here with you. Youâre not aloneâ Charles whispered, wiping away the drops of sweat that were running down her temple.
Dafne nodded again, her breathing slowing a little as she focused on his voice, letting it anchor her through the next few contractions. She gripped his hand tighter, her nails digging into his skin, but he didnât flinch. He knew she needed him to stay strong.
And then, the moment came.
âDafne, itâs time to pushâ the doctor said, her voice calm but filled with urgency.
âIt hurts too muchâ Dafne mumbled, taking a deep breath.
âI knowâ the doctor said firmly. âYouâre fully dilated. You just need to push, love.â
The first push was slow, but the pain pushed her past the fear, and she did it again, harder this time. Charlesâs hand was holding hers, his voice murmuring calming words in her ear.
âThatâs it, love. Just a little more. Youâre so closeâ he said softly, his face inches from hers, watching with a mixture of awe and concern.
She pushed again, feeling the pressure building, the pain unbearable yet urging her to keep going.
âThis is your fucking fault!â she exclaimed through the pain. âIf you just used a condom⌠Fucking asshole!â
âI know, love. I knowâ he chuckled, knowing that she didnât mean none of that, not anymore. âCome on, push more, heâs comingâ
And in that moment, the world seemed to stop.
The room was filled with the sound of a newbornâs cry, loud and sharp as the doctor gently held Dorian up. Charles, with tears in his eyes, could barely believe what he was seeing. The tiny, perfect baby they had created together, finally here.
âDorianâ Dafne whispered through her tears, her voice full of pure adoration. She watched as the nurse quickly cleaned him up, and Charles moved to stand beside her, his hands shaking with excitement.
âHeâs⌠heâs perfectâ Charles whispered, his voice choking with emotion as he leaned down to kiss Dafneâs forehead, his hand gently caressing her face. âWe did it. God, you are so strong, my love. Thank you, thank youâŚâ
Dafne looked up at him, her heart swelling with love and exhaustion. Dorianâs cry softened as the nurse wrapped him up in a small, white blanket and handed him to Dafne, her arms already reaching for him instinctively. Charles, with his own tears now falling freely, leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.Â
âOur sonâ he whispered, watching as Dafne held the tiny, fragile life between them.
âHeâs oursâ she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. Dafneâs eyes were wide as she stared down at their baby. His tiny face, his little fingers, his perfect little features.Â
Charles kissed her once more, his hand resting on her shoulder as they both looked down at their newborn son, their hearts swelling with love and relief.
âWelcome to the world, Dorian Jules HervĂŠ Leclercâ Dafne whispered softly to him, her voice full of wonder and joy.
And in that moment, the world outside the hospital seemed to fade away. Everything was quiet. Just them. Their new family.
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charles_leclerc This morning, Dafne and I were joking about me buying her sushi the day Dorian arrives.
Now, I'm posting this while I go back to the hospital after we just welcomed our son to the world.
Dorian Jules HervĂŠ Leclerc was born today, 17th of June of 2025. He's healthy and beautiful, and Dafne is recovering too. The birth was incrediblly quick, it took us by surprise and we rushed immediately to the hospital.
The fact that our son was born today, day 17, feels like a signal that our beloved Jules is blessing us.
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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the world Dorian!
oscarpiastri Lily and I are on our way to meet our godson
landonorris There's no way he's the godfather. What about me?
pierregasly What about you? What about me????
charles_leclerc pierregasly don't worry, you'll be the next one
dafnemorelli charles_leclerc go to hell if you are already planning the next baby. If you give birth to it then we can negotiate it. Bring the sushi. I'm hungry.
charles_leclerc of course, my loveâ¤ď¸
carlossainz55 Congratulations mate! You deserve it so much!
f1academy â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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dafnemorelli I can't believe that you are finally here. Now that I have you in my arms, holding you close to my heart, I can say that I'm a mother, a proud mom.
I love you, Dorian. I will protect you and keep you safe.
Dorian Jules HervĂŠ Leclerc. 17 of June of 2025.
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soleil_morelli Can't wait to meet him
ericamorelli God he's so beautiful!Â
f1 Dorian is so beautiful. We're so happy you two are alright! Can't be prouderâ¤ď¸
fewawifan OMG BABY DORIAN! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL! đđ
dafneismymom I should change my user name?Â
dafnemorelli dafneismymom nah, makes me feel more milf than I already amÂ
fewawifan omfg đđ
charles_leclerc I agree. You are a milf.
charles_leclerc I love you, Dafne. You are the love of my life, can't wait to see how our story continuesâ¤ď¸
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It Was Just for One Night
Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x f!readerÂ
Summary: What was only supposed to be a one-time thing turns into a two-time thing.
Warnings: 18+ smut
Word Count: 5,666
Author's Note: This is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing for Throne of Glass/SJMâs work. Iâve never published anything on here before, so please donât be too harsh. I hate the dialogue and the smut, but oh well. Massive credit to @autumnshighlady for helping me with the smut and for being so kind.
You feel the faint touch of a phantom hand ghost along the skin of your bare back, leaving goosebumps. You suppress a shudder. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face, making your heart beat faster. You raised the glass of red wine to your lips and swallowed a mouthful down, trying to appear calm with your father standing beside you, conversing with another lord. They were talking about something that you had no interest in or care enough to act like you were listening to them.
His eyes were on you. Watching you. Always watching you. You finally let your eyes meet the kingâs gaze and they were filled with pure hunger and desire. His sapphire eyes slowly trailed the entire length of your body, taking in the dark navy satin dress that had been gifted to you this morning. You werenât even aware who had gifted you the dress, but it was obvious now. From the way his lips twitched and the hunger in his eyes became more and more apparent. Â
It had only been a month since you and Dorian had slept together. A drunken fueled haze that had been filled with pure carnal desire. It was a one-time thing. You knew it would never happen again, but it didnât mean that you would if it did. He had been a very generous and a very passionate lover. Making sure that you had found release, multiple times, before finding his own. When he finished, he asked if you were okay, dressed himself and left your chambers and that was it. You werenât expecting anything after. It would be foolish to think so.Â
You were surprised that the king had chosen you of all people to bed. You had heard that when Dorian was still the prince he was a harlot, so surely it wouldnât be hard for him to find someone more appealing since heâs the King of Adarlan.
After that night there were times when both of you would be in the same room and you would make yourself never look in his direction, or he would talk to your father about diplomatic matters and rather quickly, you would excuse yourself. You didnât want anyone to find out. You could only imagine the scandal it would cause.
An older man was talking to Dorian, and the king nodded his head, pretending that he was listening. His crown gleaming in the light, rings decorating his long fingers, dressed exquistely, and seated on his throne full of pride. He was beautiful and he knew it too.Â
You forced yourself to divert your gaze, focusing instead on the people dancing to the music and the decorations that adorned the room for the Yulemas ball. But you felt it again. That phantom touch. And this time, it wasnât faint. It felt more apparent. More forceful.Â
The touch stroked the length of your spine before landing on the curve of your backside, trailing downwards until it reached the back of your thigh, and gave a soft squeeze. You purse your lips as your hand clenches the stem of the wine glass, face warming, and you quickly glance at your father and the other lord, making sure they werenât paying attention to what was happening, before looking back toward Dorian to see his eyes were still on you. He wasnât even trying to hide the smug look on his face.
Arrogant prick. You couldnât believe he was choosing to do this in a room full of people. Especially with your father right next to you. You shot a subtle look at Dorian, but it only seemed to amuse him. He cocked his head to the side, a mocking gesture, daring you to do something. The tension was starting to become too much.Â
You swallowed.
âIâm going out to the garden for some air,â you said quietly to your father. He waved his hand in dismissal and continued his conversation with the man. You placed your glass down on the nearest table and began weaving your way through the crowds of people, careful to not get anyoneâs wine on your dress. You could feel Dorianâs gaze burning through the back of your head, following your every movement.Â
When you walked outside you inhaled the air, welcoming it into your lungs and letting the cold breeze cool your flushed body. Everything had felt too warm and crowded inside that room. Too overwhelming.
Snow fell from the sky, landing on the ground and kissing it a beautiful white. A few snowflakes landed in your hair. The wind was lightly blowing, making your skin prickle. You pulled a single rose from a bush, careful to not cut your fingers on any of the thorns. The rose was a deep, luscious shade of red with soft petals. You lifted the flower to your nose and inhaled its sweet and floral scent. There was a soft crunch in the snow behind you. Footsteps. You didnât have to turn around to know who they belonged to.Â
âThat is a very beautiful dress,â Dorian said, his voice smooth. You turned your head to the side and met his gaze. Pure mirth in his stare. His raven black hair shining in the moonlight. âYou look rather flustered.â
You kept your face blank, feeling a small hint of annoyance starting to bubble up inside of you. âAre you mad?â
Dorian quirked an eyebrow. âNo, âYour Majestyâ?âÂ
A roll of your eyes. âAre you mad, Your Majesty?âÂ
He grinned. âAsk me tomorrow.â
"My father was right there,â you huffed. âHe could have seen. Anyone could have seen.â
âYes, but no one did.â
âIâm not an exhibsionist.â
âI apologize, my lady.â He gave a mocking bow.
âIs this a game to you?â you ask, turning to face him fully.Â
His brows slightly furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou had your fun. We both did,â you explained. âIt was a one-time thing, so why did you give me this dress and why did you do that in there?â
He was quiet for a moment, studying you, and then he said, âWhat if I want it to become a two-time thing?â
âWhy? Whatâs in it for you?â you say cautiously. Surely, he wasnât serious.
âI get to enjoy your presence once more,â he answered. âI rather enjoyed myself the last time.â
You try to hide your surprise, but he caught it. You kept your eyes on him, furrowing your eyebrows, and wondered why he wanted to sleep together again, with you, when he could have anyone else. You werenât completely turned-off to the idea. It would be a lie to say that you hadnât thought about it.
In the dead of night, you would let your fingers slip inside your wet cunt and fantasize about his hands wrapping around your throat, his teeth tugging on your nipple, and his cock thrusting inside of you. The sound of his groans and your moans, both of your bodies slick with sweat. You felt a flutter low in your stomach. Your throat bobbed.
âWe could enjoy each otherâs company once more.âÂ
âWhat if someone finds out?â You cross your arms across your chest. âIt would make things difficult for you, but mostly for me.â
âThe guards wouldnât say anything,â he reassured.Â
You raised an eyebrow. âSurely the absence of your presence has been noted.â
âI announced that I was retiring for the night and told everyone to continue partying.â
âWhat if someone sees?â
âEveryone is too busy drinking and dancing,â he paused for a moment, looking you up and down, noticing that your body was stiff. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. âDo you not want to? If not, then itâs fine, I donât mean to place pressure on you.â
You could tell that Dorianâs words were genuine. His face was soft and patient, waiting for you to respond. âI want to,â you admitted. His eyes became bright at your words. âI just donât want to complicate things.â He waited for you to continue. âYouâre the King of Adarlan. I donât think people would be pleased to know that youâve bedded me. I would probably be seen as a woman who tempted the king for money and power; as a whore.â
âIt's no one's business what I do, or what you do. I am the king. My guards know to keep their mouths shut, especially the ones that are stationed outside my chambers. If anyone does find out, then you can come to me, and I will deal with it.âÂ
You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options, and glanced around the garden to see that it was still empty. You met his gaze once more and nodded. âYes.â
âAre you sure?â he asked, voice coming out low. He took a step closer to you.Â
âYes.â You licked your lips, and his eyes trailed the movement. You took a step forward, glancing at his lips, tilting your head upwards and parting your lips slightly, giving him permission to kiss you. His hand came to cup your face, his thumb lightly stroking the side of your cheek while his other hand settled on your hip, giving it a hard squeeze.
Your bodies were pressed against each other, and it was then that you could feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers. You leaned your head forward, feeling his breathe as your lips were about to connect-
You jerked back as you let out a low hiss of pain as one of the thorns sliced into the tip of your index finger. A bead of blood pooled at the cut, making your skin sting. Dorian plucked the flower from your hand and brought your finger close to his face, his eyes inspecting the small cut and then he looked at you, a sly look on his face.
âYou need to be more careful, dove.â He brought your finger to his lips, pressing light kisses onto the skin slowly, as if savoring the taste of the salt on your skin mixed with your blood. His tongue replaced his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
Your breath hitched and you could feel wetness start to pool in between your thighs. His teeth harshly nipped at the skin, making a small noise escape your throat. âDorian,â you moaned quietly. âPlease.â Your toes curled. He tossed the rose on the ground, releasing your finger, and brought your lips to his.Â
His lips were cold but soft, and you ran your hands through his thick hair, your nails lightly scraping his scalp. You swallowed the groan that left his mouth. His hands are roughly squeezing your backside, pushing you closer to him. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth as you pressed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the aching tension.
âNot here,â you breathed.
He nodded and grabbed your hand, walking both of you out of the garden and through a door that had no one near it, and led the two of you back inside the castle. You had to walk fast to keep up with the strides of his long legs. The halls that he led you through were thankfully empty, not even the guards were positioned in the hallway, it looked like any rarely came through this way. He squeezed your hand and brushed his thumb across your knuckles.Â
The hall to where his chambers came into view and the guards stationed outside didnât so much as flinch as Dorian neared the door. They only gave a respectful bow to their king, averting their eyes, and pretended to not notice that his hand was interlaced with yours, or that his lips were swollen, and the tanned skin of his cheeks were flushed.
He pushed open the door and led you through his room, quickly closing the door. You stopped in the middle of the room and noticed it was rather untidy; books were open and lying on his desk and the table by the sofa, his bed was unmade, and a few of his clothes were on the floor. But it smelled like him. So much like Dorian.
Your back was facing Dorian, his footsteps sounding closer, the sound of his crown being placed gently on a table, and then he was right behind you. His front pressed against your back, the warmth of his body seeping into you. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin, making you meet his gaze, sapphire eyes were blazing. His forehead rested against yours. âI need to hear you say it.â
Your breathing was growing heavier.
âYes. Please.â
His hand released your chin, moving your head back to its original position and his free hand came to rest on your hip. His hand then wrapped around your throat, squeezing softly, and tilted your head back. Dorianâs lips were brushing the shell of your ear before his teeth tugged on the lobe of your ear, biting gently.
The hand on your waist moved until it was settled right above your pelvis, pushing you back so you could feel his cock. You slightly shifted your hips, grinding your ass on his hardened length, and you were pleased when a low groan left him.
He left a trail of rough kisses down the column of your throat, teeth occasionally nipping and harshly sucking on the flesh, marking you as his. Quiet moans escaping your lips as you let your body lean more into him.
The thin strap of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. Phantom hands came to cup your breasts through the flimsy material of your dress, squeezing before pinching your peaked nipples, hard.Â
A hiss left you, arching your back away from his body, but his hand pushed you back against him and held you tightly, and grabbed your face again, placing his lips on yours. The tip of your tongue meeting his own. Heat bloomed in your core. He bit your bottom lip as he removed the dress from your body and let it fall to the floor. You turned around, arms snaking around his neck and pulling at the thick strands of his hair.Â
Both of his hands grabbed yours as he pulled his lips away from yours. Breathing heavily, he guided you toward his large bed. His cheeks were a flushed red and his once neat hair was messy from you dragging your fingers through it.
You climbed onto the bed and sat up on your knees, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and kissed him again. His hand came to cup the side of your ass, his blunt fingernails lightly scratching before a harsh smack came down, the sound echoing throughout the room.
Your body jolted forward and you let out a loud, breathy moan. You felt yourself becoming more aroused.Â
âYou like how that feels?â Dorian asked. Another harsh smack came down, on the opposite side this time, when you didnât answer. âI asked you a question.â
âYes,â you groaned, head tipping back in pleasure.
âIâm going to take good care of you.â The words sounded like a promise.
You tugged off his jacket and let it drop to the floor. You took off his tunic next, revealing the pale line on his tan skin from where the collar had been, and strong, firm muscle. Your hand came to cup his cock through his black trousers. Dorian hissed, eyebrows slightly creasing together in pleasure. You press light kisses on the pale part of his neck, sucking harshly, leaving love bites of your own and running your tongue over the bruised flesh.
He grabbed you by the neck, putting his lips back on yours. His kiss was deliberately slow. Teasing. Savoring the taste of the red wine on your lips. His fingers are pulling at the hair at the nape of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel the hardness of his length against your stomach. Fingertips pressing into the curve of your neck as his tongue sweeps over your mouth.Â
You moan into the kiss, feeling his phantom hands squeezing your ass, tracing the band of your underwear. His fingertips brush over your nipples. Theyâre cold with his ice magic. You shiver and his mouth curves in delight. The tip of Dorianâs nail grazes the hardened bud before he bends down and takes your nipple in his mouth. Your underwear is sticky with your arousal.
He keeps his eyes on you, watching how your head tips back, how your lips part as you begin moaning breathily. He rolls your other nipple between his thumb and index finger, leaving goosebumps on your skin from the coldness of his flesh. He sucks roughly, moaning around the bud as you pull at his hair, and then he tugs at your nipple with his teeth. His tongue laps over it before he begins sucking again.Â
âFeels so good,â you mumble, trying to catch your breath. You can feel him grin in satisfaction.
Dorian releases the abused flesh and he starts repeating the same motions on the other nipple, but this time itâs harsher, more animalistic. His hand starts trailing down your stomach and then cups your clothed cunt. A chuckle leaves his lips at what he found. âYouâre so wet.âÂ
He dips his hand in your underwear and runs a finger through your folds. You start to slowly move your hips, rubbing your clit on the heel of his palm to relieve the aching tension. âStay still,â he warns, âor Iâll stop.â You groan in frustration, but comply, hesitantly. He circles the entrance to your hole, gathering the wetness that had pooled there, and then slips a finger inside of you.
Your back arches the same time as you let out a choked moan. You clench around him, fighting the urge to rub your clit against his palm. Painfully slow, in a teasing manner, he thrusts his finger in and out. He takes his time in stretching you out. Your voice is husky as you say, âKiss me.â You open your eyes to see that heâs already looking at you. Pure desire in his gaze.Â
âKiss me,â you repeat again. He obliges. Thereâs nothing gentle or soft about the kiss. Itâs messy and fast and rough. Your teeth are clashing against each other, desperate to taste each other. Your breaths are labored, trying to breathe in more air.
He enters a second finger and when you gasp, he shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders before brushing your thumbs over his nipples.
âSince that night Iâve thought of doing this again,â Dorian admitted. âI fucked myself to the thought of you. Imagining it was you stroking my cock.â
His words made you clench around his fingers. You could picture it. His eyes closed, head leaning back against the pillows, and his hand gripping his cock, squeezing hard. His groans coming out hoarsely, loudly. There was a sense of triumph in knowing that you had made the King of Adarlan fantasize about you. It was satisfying.Â
âSo have I,â you also admitted.Â
âTell me,â he demanded.
You swallowed. âI shoved my fingers inside my cunt and wished that it was yours instead. I thought of your tongue on my cunt, of your hand around my throat and your cock inside me.âÂ
Dorianâs fingers thrust faster the same time phantom hands tug at your nipples, a warm feeling blooming low in your stomach. Your moans were coming out in short gasps. âDorian.â Your fingernails leave marks on his broad shoulders and your head tips back. âIâm so close.â The pressure that had been building was becoming more intense. He whispers words of encouragement and praise.Â
And with a curl of his fingers you cry out, arching your body into him as your orgasm hits you. Your breath comes out in stutters, your body jerking and your knees trembling. His phantom hands help keep you upright. He coaxes you through it. And when your moans cease, he very slowly removes his fingers from your cunt with a squelching sound.Â
He brings them to his face, inspecting the wet sheen on them. Dorian smiles. âLook at how soaked you are.â Your arousal coats his entire hand, dripping down to his wrist. And while he keeps his eyes locked on yours, he puts his digits into his mouth and tastes your juices. Your breath hitches. His sapphire eyes darken considerably.Â
The palm of his hand rests on your collarbone and he gently pushes you until your back is lying on the bed. He reaches forward and rips off the lacy material of your underwear. After tossing them across the room he takes a step back and greedily takes in the sight of you; a thin sheen of sweat is covering your body, your nipples are red and swollen from where he sucked and bit on them, and your cunt is dripping wet.Â
âI need you,â your voice snaps Dorian out of his daze.
He starts to undo the button of trousers and pushes them down, removing his undershorts also. He steps out of them quickly and tosses them aside, and his cock slaps against his abdomen hard. You take in the sight; the fine patch of dark hair, the tip of his cock is red and leaking with his arousal.
You lick your lips, desperate to have his cock in your mouth. The previous time you fucked each other, you only briefly got to lick him, and you had forgotten what heâd tasted like.
He wraps a hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. He hisses. âYou see what you do to me?â
Dorian walks forward, kneels on the bed and uses his phantom hands to restrain your wrists to the mattress. He lowers himself between your legs and an almost pained look crosses his features as he stares at your core, wet and gleaming for him.
It was a slow torture, him slowly kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at skin and leaving love bites. His thumbs draw circles into your hips, and you keep squirming, wanting his tongue on your most sensitive part, but he seemed keen on the idea to tease you.
âDorian,â you rasped. He would continue teasing until you begged for it. Itâs what he wanted. You held his gaze and watched as he waited, a grin was on his face, but you could see his body trembling with restraint to keep himself from ravishing you. âPlease.â
He cocks his head to the side, mockingly, and his grin is feline. âBecause you asked nicely. . .â
Dorian took a long, languid lick up the center of your core. You let out a moan in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding up and down you, tasting you thoroughly. He peppers kisses along your cunt before he starts licking again.Â
One of his hands comes up to pinch your nipple and you buck your hips against his face, but he throws an arm across your waist to keep you still. He wraps his lips directly around your clit and you cry out as he starts sucking the sensitive nub. You struggle against the phantom hands that bound your wrists. You want to run your fingers through his hair grind against his face.
Grabbing your thighs, Dorian drapes them over his shoulders to hold you closer and keeps his eyes pinned to your face. He wanted to watch you come on his tongue. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling ever so slightly.Â
âRight there,â you gasp.
You watch as he presses his hips hard against the mattress and begins rutting against it, a soft groan leaving him and it vibrates through your core.
You try to free your hands from his magic, but it doesnât budge. âLet me touch you.â You look at him with pleading eyes. âPlease, let me touch you.â Finally, those phantom hands release their grip on you.
Your body writhes and your fingers rake through his black hair to push him closer, nails scratching along his scalp. Your cries of pleasure encourage him to keep going. His teeth scraping your clit is what makes you climax. His fingers quicken their pace, tongue moving faster, letting you ride out your high.
It leaves you trembling with needing more, but Dorian removes his tongue and fingers from you and leans back on his knees. His eyes linger on your abused cunt before he looks at you and you stare at him, too. Blue eyes full of adoration. His hair was in disarray, cheeks a pretty shade of pink, and his chin and lips were coated with your arousal but he didnât seem to care.
He looked devastating.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around so you were on your knees, ass in the air, and the side of your face was pressed against the sheets. His hand left a hard smack across your ass cheek making a yelp escape your lips. Dorianâs hands once again grab your hips to bring you close to his face, and his fingers tease your entrance, and you arch your back, urging him to bring you another orgasm again.
He laughed teasingly. âSo eager, dove.â
He sticks his tongue inside of your cunt and your entire body shudders. He moans, as if this is pleasuring him just as much as it is you. The taste of you was going to haunt him after this was over. The essence of you would haunt him.Â
He presses his fingers inside your leaking hole and the pace is fast, desperate to draw a third orgasm from you. Dorian wanted you to come again, and again, and again. He needed you to come again.Â
Another harsh slap to your ass has you moaning out his name. Your hands clutch the sheets tightly and you rock your hips against his face, and unlike last time, he doesnât try to make you stay still. He lets you grind yourself on his face and makes his phantom hands rock your hips to move them faster. The tips of his fingers would leave bruises from how hard their grip was.
Lewd noises were coming out of his mouth and your face warmed from the sounds.
Your body trembles as he flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly and you feel yourself come again. A loud cry echoing against the walls of his room. He hums against your cunt, letting the vibrations further stimulate you. It isnât until your whimpering that he finally relents. Youâre panting, strands of hair clinging to your forehead, and your knees give out beneath you.
âYouâre doing so good for me,â Dorian praised. He presses a kiss against your spine. And then another. His hand rubbing your red backside from the slaps he gave. His ice magic soothing the tender skin.
âDorian,â you mumble.
âAre you okay?â he asks, running a strong hand down the length of your spine gently. Your skin prickles.
You manage a weak nod.
âUse your words.â
âYes,â you murmur. Your eyelids were heavy and the perspiration felt sticky on the nape of your neck.
He helps turn you around so youâre laying on your back. You drink in the sight of him and he does the same. Dorianâs lips were shining with your arousal and his cock looked painfully hard. You wanted to kiss him. You reached out a trembling hand, and he eyed it before taking hold of it and leaning over you, bracing his body weight on his elbows. His nose brushes yours softly.
âKiss me,â you breathe. He brought his mouth to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You were both frantic and desperate, and didnât want to pull your mouths apart from each other.Â
You cup his face, rubbing your thumb along the sharp cheekbone as your other hand played with the strands of his hair. His body was trembling and whatever self-control he had left was slipping away.
You reach a hand down, gripping his length and give it a lazy stroke. He makes a soft noise at the touch, slowly moving his hips as you start pressing kisses onto his collarbones. His forehead resting on top of yours, eyes closed and savoring the moment. You run your thumb over the slit, gathering moisture before giving a gentle squeeze that makes a low growl leave Dorian. That last bit of self-control was completely gone.
He takes his cock and lines the head of it up with your cunt and in one motion, he fully sheaths himself inside of you. A sigh of contentment leaves the pair of you. His pace starts off slow, languid. Your hips roll against his, trying to find a rhythm that matches. His hands roam over the sides of your body before landing on your plush hips. Fingertips digging into your flesh.
âTell me how you feel.â He licked the side of your throat.
âGood,â you pant. âSo good.âÂ
âYou like me being inside you?â His tone was teasing, mocking, but you could hear how gravelly he sounded.
âYes.âÂ
He presses kisses to your lips, your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts. Tongue flicking over both nipples. Your legs lock around his trim waist, bringing him closer to you and you clench tightly around him, and his hips jerk, drawing two mirrored moans of pleasure from you both. Your head tips back in bliss and your entire body is buzzing from pleasure.
Dorianâs eyes were a shade of blue so dark they looked like the freezing cold waters of the sea. He moans out your name like a prayer and dips down to kiss you again, as if one isnât enough. Your hands run up and down his chest, the tip of your nail scraping his nipple. His thrusts were becoming rougher, deeper, more punishing than before. Your breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips.
One of his phantom hands started rubbing your clit and a low pressure was beginning to bloom in your belly, making a breathy gasp leave you. The walls of your cunt start contracting. Hot, heavy, open-mouthed kisses leave a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. It was messy. Both of you were moaning into each otherâs mouth. Both of you sounded so needy.
Dorian buried his face into the crook of your neck. A cry left your lips as his teeth bit down on your skin. His thrusts were brutal, each one bringing you closer to the edge, hips snapping into yours hard enough that the headboard was banging against the wall. He obviously didnât care if someone heard. And neither did you. The fingers on your clit were moving faster and your body was shaking. âPlease, please, please. . .â
That familiar coil settled in your lower abdomen snaps. Your back arching off the bed as you come, the walls of your cunt clenching around him rhythmically, and you bury your forehead into the crook of his neck. Nails leaving red marks on his shoulders and down his back, and toes curling from the overstimulation.
Dorian fucks you through it, and his groans are growing louder and his thrusts harsher; he was going to come. He breathes out a desperate, pleading noise, leaning down until his forehead is pressed against yours. He fucks into you harder. The sound of skin-on-skin reverberating through the room. You give him words of encouragement, pressing quick kisses to his lips.
He comes with a deep, guttural groan. His hips stuttering. And you feel his seed spill into you as he rides out his high, fingertips gripping your hips so tight bruises would probably appear. His thrusts start to slow down before eventually stopping, and he pauses for a moment, panting heavily, before collapsing on top of you, unable to hold himself up any longer.
You brush back the damp strands of hair that cling to his forehead. Both of your bodies are shaking and slick with sweat. His breath tickles your skin.Â
There were no noises in the room anymore save for the sounds of both of you gasping for air, but it didnât feel awkward or uncomfortable. Dorianâs fingers loosened their tight grip on your hips and rubbed the flesh tenderly. A sigh of contentment left you. A passionate and generous lover indeed.
You could feel him start to grow restless. You unlocked your legs from around his waist and he gently pulled out from you with an almost inaudible hiss, and rolled onto his back right beside you, trying to catch his breath. The air in the room grew cold, his magic cooling the both of you off.
Your limbs felt heavy and you could feel his seed spilling out from you. You closed your eyes for a moment, still feeling the tingling sensation all over your body. Deep down you knew that no one would ever fuck you as good as Dorian just had. You didnât know if this would happen again or if people would find out that you had fucked their king.
A small part of you inside felt sad knowing that you would be staying at the castle for only one more month before leaving to go back to your city. But you knew it was just sex. You didnât expect anything more. It would be foolish to.
You could feel Dorianâs eyes burning into the side of your head, his lips parting. âPerhaps we should do this again.â The words were spoken nonchalantly, but you picked up on the tinge of nervousness. âMake it a three-time thing.â
You lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug, making yourself appear calm, and felt a grin tugging at your lips. âMaybe.â
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I think something really worth mentioning is that Dorian has pretty much been on the run since parting with Bells Hells in Jrusar - the Crown Keepers had to stay off the roads in their travels to avoid detection. For all that Bells Hells have had a time of it, they have had a few moments of respite, Team Wildemount especially, that Dorian simply hasn't had. And worse, most of the worst attacks have come from within and/or been deceptive ones - obviously Opal being over taken by Lolth, but also Fearne being lured away, Laudna in Zadash, Dominox, and Laudna again. And, of course, his brother, the entire purpose of his departure, has died.
I think the kindest thing Bells Hells can do for him is just make space for those feelings, hopefully address the Delilah situation with the current ritual, and let him figure things out. It might be that he still wants to kill the gods. It might be that he's more worried about specifically saving Opal. It might be that a chance to grieve Cyrus or even to breathe for a moment will change his mind, but it's entirely possible it won't. He was extremely quiet this episode; I'm not even sure he's ready to meet those feelings head-on quite yet.
More generally it's a bit like the god debates earlier in that there are characters I disagree with; but I'm saying this with a lot of knowledge that is not available to them. I don't think Ashton has ever had a worldview I would consider healthy, rational, or realistic, but I also think their cynicism comes from a very real place given their history. I think going on the Liliana assassination mission would have been an extremely fun option, but I get why Imogen wouldn't choose to do that. I (outside the text) don't agree with Dorian on an abstract philosophical level, but he's the character in the story actually being affected by events that happened to him. There's little more joyless than just jumping on to whichever characters embody your own personal positions and deciding they're right; feels a little like Brennan's note on propaganda, honestly, except a la carte cherrypicked rather than homemade. There might be some fun conflict but honestly, I think Dorian's also pretty disgusted with Ludinus in a way not unlike how Ashton feels, so it really may be they spend the remainder of the campaign with the attitude of "I'd gladly kill a god were the opportunity to present itself, but the Exandrian Accord seems to have room for people who feel this way but hate Ludinus more." An ideological argument, but not a practical one.
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GUYS. orym pulling dorian over to PRIVATELY tell him that he thinks his dad is present. the soft hand on the shoulder, the worried gaze.... dorian brushing it off... dorian being the shyest, most nervous bard to ever walk the lands- and yet somehow manage to steal the breath of everyone in that fucking room with his speech about "his heart". SUMMONING A FUCKING STEED???? A DRAGON????????? the mention of the haunting tune, dorian soon finding its wavelength in that moment is so touching. finding his voice finally. orym BLUESCREENING AFTER HIS CRUSH ABSOLUTELY SLAYS THAT MONOLOGUE???? LIAM LOOKIN LIKE HE WAS GUNNA SAY SOMETHING UNTIL HE WAS BLOCKED OUT ?!?!?!!!!11111/111! ---AND THEN coming back to have orym chase after dorian's dad and chat with him. liam clearly and actually stating "how much he loves dorian" for the first time in the campaign. the fucking FACE ROBBIE MAKES!!! dorian's little "you did great!!" to ashton after their conversation. the fist butt into a literal piece of walking rock... getting called 'the soft one'. UGH. the genasi cousins!!!! i love them! the talk between dorian and his father is just.... heart wrenching. peak fucking dnd. i was sobbing. dorian as a character is just so, unbelievably real to me. as a younger sibling of my household, and constantly having nightmares of my older brother passing before his time or getting hurt; dorian as a character just speaks outwardly to me. the struggles with his parents' vision, the nervousness he gets in crowd even when he puts up an extroverted facade... etc. etc. its deep. this episode was deep. dorym is inching ever closer! i can feel it!!! our boys have LOVER SWORDS! TWIN. FUCKING. HOLY SWORDS!!!! if anyone knows what happens in cooldown, anything dorym, let ME KNOW!!
#critical role#dorym#dorian storm#orym of the air ashari#bells hells#campaign 3#c3#cr spoilers#dorian x orym#critical role spoilers#c3e105#i haven't recovered clearly#i won't ever shut up about dorian storm. not ever.#him and orym give me so much life#robbie daymond and liam o'brien serving absolute mlm
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đŞmirrors: lee heeseung
a vampires bleeding series: seven / seven
pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 11.4k
synopsis: as heeseung's secret gets revealed, along with the long history behind the secret, to you and the mates of the pack, they are all steps closer to ending this war with dorian and stopping his evil plans once and for all. with dorian's betrayal still fresh for you, you join the group to help put dorian down.
genre: enemies to lovers, vampire!heeseung, doctor!heeseung, vampire!reader, angst, some spice and fluff.
warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, one sex scene but it's spiced not full on smut, cute heeseung âĄ
âž jungwon(1) | jay(2) | jake(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | heeseung(7) â˝
You watched as Heeseung twirled the silver blade with his fingers, his eyes staring you down.Â
The place where he burned your skin with the blade was throbbing. Your body wasnât healing it fast enough, and probably wouldnât. If the blade was made specifically for him, the vampire king, the blade was made to kill and leave scars.Â
You scoffed, a small chuckle leaving your lips.Â
Heeseung tilted his head, lifting his leg to rest against the chair he sat in, âWant to share with the class what you think is so funny?âÂ
You glanced into the darkness behind him, not wanting to make eye contact with him, âI was told youâre a doctor. How could the vampire king settle for such a low-class job as that.âÂ
Heeseung was at your side in a second, the blade inches away from your neck, âI am a doctor, which isn't a low-class job. Iâve saved lives, helped people, and healed peopleâŚIt is not an easy job. When youâre stuck living for eternity you should put yourself to good use.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âBut youâre the king, what need would you have to help others!â
Heeseung scoffed, inching the blade closer, âBecause I am not the monster I was created to be.âÂ
You sat still, not knowing how to respond to him.Â
Heeseung removed the blade and sat back in the chair across from you, âWhen will you answer my questions?âÂ
You shook your head, âWhen will you stop asking?âÂ
Heeseung chuckled, âYouâre in the presence of the actual vampire king and you still want to defy me?âÂ
âJust because youâre a king, doesnât mean my loyalties sit with you, plus I can tell this isnât the way you normally are,â You leaned forward as far as the rope tied around your body would let you, âYouâre not some tyrant, or someone to torture anyone. This is all an act.âÂ
Heeseung stood from his seat quickly, his golden eyes burning at you. You struck a nerve.Â
âI will do what I have to, to protect my pack!â he growled, âUnlike you, whose loyalties sit with a man who wonât be coming for you.âÂ
You sat back in the chair, not wanting to believe the words coming from his mouth. You donât know how long youâve been trapped down wherever you were, but you know itâs been days, maybe even a week and Dorian has yet to try and find you. You werenât in a pack with him, so trying to find ways to get him to know where you were or sensing where he is, was hopeless.Â
Heeseung knew you knew he was right. He could see it all over your face.Â
There was a knock on the door, and then it slowly opened, Jungwon stepped in.Â
âHyung,â He called out, âWe are all here.âÂ
Heeseung nodded, relaxing his body and his glowing golden eyes turned back to the coco brown.Â
You stared at Jungwon, piercing daggers into him.Â
He side-eyed you, his fist clenching, âSay something.â He snapped.
You smiled, âYouâre the leader of the pack yet you still follow behind this king. Shouldnât you be the king?âÂ
Jungwon smiled back at you, âThe king needs his leader, doesnât he?âÂ
Your smile faded. You knew their pack was close with their bonds, but you didnât think it would be that tight. Most packs fight for the leadership role.
Heeseung walked out of the room, and Jungwon followed behind him, leaving you alone once again.Â
âGot anything?â Jungwon asked.Â
Heeseung shook his head, âThe only thing Iâve gotten out of her is she thinks being a doctor is a low job for a king and that Dorian would come for her.âÂ
Jungwon rolled his eyes, âSo the same shit.âÂ
Heeseung sighed, âUnfortunately.âÂ
They opened the door that led into the safe room, quickly closing and locking it behind them.Â
Sunghoon and his witch mate sat at the kitchen table, her jumping up at the sight of Heeseung.Â
Heeseung narrowed his eyes at her, âI told you to stop that.âÂ
The witch softly smiled, âWe do this for our kings and queens in our covens, itâs not a habit I can get rid of overnight.âÂ
Heeseung knew his title coming out to the mates of the pack was big news. Mostly for the witch and the dhampir.
Jake and his mate got into an argument after Heeseung announced his title officially to them.Â
âI have been in the presence of the vampire king my whole life and never knew?!?! We were all friends for so long!â The dhampir paced back and forth in the living room, âIâve been so rude towards Heeseung!!âÂ
âMy Luna Nova, please calm down, it's okay!âÂ
âNo itâs not!â she snapped, âHow could you have kept something so important away from me?!?â
The vampire king has been told in legends to be the most powerful vampire, and if the king was in a pack, his power amplified the number of members in the pack.Â
So to call Heeseung weak is far from the truth.Â
Jungwon called the others to sit at the table, âWe need to make a plan to get Dorianâs followers to spill everything she knows.âÂ
Sunghoon wrapped his arms around his witch, âWhy not let the hex girl here use her magical powers to get her to open up?âÂ
Sunoo chimed in, pointing at his elf mate, âMy magical girl can help.â
Heeseung disagreed, âUsing magic on her isnât going to work. Sheâs too strong-headed.â
âI wouldnât know what kind of magic to use anyways,â the elf added, âUsing magic on a vampire is a difficult task, your brains and bodies donât work the same as others.âÂ
The witch agreed, âYou vampires are the undead, you werenât naturally created creatures to begin with, so to use any kind of magic on you guys would be difficult, like __ said.âÂ
âAnd I am assuming threatening her is not working?â The dhampir asked.Â
Heeseung nodded, âHer loyalty is also very strong with Dorian still, nothing will change that.â
The room fell silent. Everyoneâs brains are working overtime to figure something out.Â
âAnd we have been to Dorian���s compound multiple times over the last week,â Jay pitched in, âStill no traces of him or his followers either.âÂ
Jake covered his mouth with his hands and then his eyes lit up, âHave we thought about checking the farmhouses again? and the town where __ coven was?âÂ
The witch stood up quickly from her chair, âHe could have found our underground sanctuary. Thereâs a library down there along with other magical items.âÂ
Sunghoon stood up beside her, furrowing his brows, âWhy are you just now telling us about this hex girl?!âÂ
She rolled her eyes, âOh shut up bloodsucker!â she snapped at her mate, âItâs heavily guarded and I assumed after Dorian burnt down the town and killed my entire coven that he wouldnât be able to find it.âÂ
The dhampir quickly pulled her phone from her pocket, âIâm calling Archer.âÂ
Heeseung stood in silence, thinking of how this could go.Â
Niki shook his leg with impatience, âWhat if Dorian is there and __ is with him?âÂ
Heeseung patted the maknaeâs shoulder, ready to open his mouth but was stopped.Â
âArcher said heâs felt a force nearby for the last hour!â the dhampir announced.Â
Niki stood quickly from his seat, âWhen are we going.âÂ
Jungwon knew from the look on Heeseungâs face what the plan was, âNot everyone is going.âÂ
Niki whipped around, âHyung!â he begged Heeseung, âIf __ is with him!âÂ
Heeseung placed both hands on Nikiâs shoulders, âIf she is with him, Iâll bring her back. The moment you step foot near them she will run.âÂ
Niki wanted to fight, but didnât, understanding.Â
Heeseung looked around the room at his pack, âI will go alone.âÂ
âWhat? Fuck no! Thatâs stupid!â Jake yelled.Â
âAre you fucking crazy?!â Sunghoon snapped.Â
âHyung, what are you even thinking?!â Niki and Jungwon asked.Â
âListen, Mr. Vampire King,â the witch scoffed, âThis isnât something to do alone!!âÂ
The elf agreed, âYou need someone with you!âÂ
The humans even disagreed, âBring someone with you!âÂ
Heeseung smiled at his family, happy with how big it had grown. Remembering a time it was just the seven of them.Â
âI have something special to protect,â Heeseung yelled over the chaos, his family settling down, âI have eleven of you to keep safe.â Heeseung had a plan, it just didnât involve his family.Â
âHyung!â Jungwon projected, âWhat do you even plan to do? Huh? Just walk in there?âÂ
Heeseung smiled again, âWhen I meant going alone, I meant without you guys.âÂ
Jungwon furrowed his eyes, âI am not following?âÂ
Heeseung nodded his head towards the door that led to you.Â
You tried to force your way out of the ropes, twisting and turning in every way possible.Â
You had to make it out of there and back to Dorian. You needed to tell him Heeseung was the vampire king. It would speed the progress of his ruling so much faster.Â
As if on cue, Heeseung and Jungwon opened the door, Jungwon slamming it shut behind him.Â
You smile, âWell well, isnât it the King and his follower.âÂ
Heeseung grabbed the back of the chair, tilting it backward, your feet lifting from the floor.Â
His face was inches away from yours, his silver special blade was also inches from your skin.Â
âI donât have followers, I have a family.â He growled, his eyes burning.Â
You glared at him, not letting this tactic scare you anymore.Â
He smirked, letting a small breath out as he clicked his tongue, âWe are going on a little trip, if you behave youâll get to die with Dorian at your side.âÂ
Before you could say a word, Jungwon covered your mouth with a cloth. Your head spun and your eyes slowly closed. Your world going dark.Â
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You woke up to the sun shining down on you. You slowly sat up, your head still spinning.Â
You took in the area around you. The grass was burnt and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.Â
You quickly covered your mouth the more you looked. Houses were burnt to the ground. Bodies spread throughout the land.Â
âItâs a sad sight, isnât it?âÂ
Heeseungâs voice made you jump. He was knelt, a patch of dead grass in his hands.Â
You could see the pain on his face, âWhat happened here?âÂ
Heeseung sighed before turning his head to look at you, âThis is what Dorian did. He destroyed this whole village and killed an entire coven, just to get the secret to the powers he wields now.âÂ
You shook your head, not wanting to leave it, âHe didnât do this! He said he threatened them and took what he wanted!â
Heeseung softly chuckled, âThis whole area is proof of what heâs done. The only one who survived this incident is the witch in my pack, she lost everything because of Dorian.âÂ
You wanted to argue back, that you knew Dorian better than anyone else. Heâs the one who turned you into a vampire after all. Found you after you were almost murdered in the street by some criminals, he saved you and took you in. Itâs clear to you that the soft side of Dorian was a fake. That this was his true nature.Â
âStand up,â Heeseung Demanded, pulling you up by your arm, âYour lord and savior Dorian is in the secret underground library fixing to steal more magic from this lost coven, and youâre going to help me stop him.âÂ
Heeseung pulled you forward, his hand tightly wrapped around your arm.Â
You listened to every demand, all the fight left in you was gone.Â
The entrance to the hidden library was no longer hidden, proof in itself that Dorian was inside.Â
Heeseung pushed you along, making you go down the steps first into the darkness.Â
Small candles sat on the walls to light the path, sending you both down until the path became flat, a brighter light shone down the pathway that led to the opened door of the library.Â
Heeseungâs grip on your arm got tighter. Dorian was down the hall and you were terrified of what to expect.Â
âHow nice of you to join us,â Dorian said as you both walked into the small library, his face planted in the book in his hands, âI was starting to worry when weâd meet again.âÂ
âYou knew we were coming?â Heeseung scoffed, slowly pulling his blade from his pocket, âThat means you have my youngest mate with you, ya?âÂ
Dorian closed the book, his shit-eating grin plastered on his face, âMy dear __, please say hello to our guest.âÂ
The young vampire walked around the bookshelf, a couple of books held close to her chest.Â
Heeseung grinned his teeth. He could feel the pain she was feeling being away from Niki, her swollen eyes said it clear enough. She hasnât slept since being pulled away from him. It was eating her alive.Â
â__,â Heeseung called to her, âYou donât have to side with him!âÂ
She looked away from him and down at the ground. Heeseung could see the battle she was facing. To drop everything and run towards him to return to Nikiâs side, or to keep her loyalty to Dorian.Â
âPlease, Niki needs you.âÂ
Her body shook at the sound of her mate's name, and she took a step forward towards Heeseung, only for Dorianâs hand to lift, making her stop.Â
âShe belongs to me,â Dorian chuckled, âYou canât just take whatâs mine.âÂ
âShe doesnât belong to you!â Heeseung snapped, his fangs starting to come to a point, but not fully, âShe isnât bound to you!âÂ
You couldnât bring yourself to look at Dorian, you felt the betrayal of getting yourself captured, but also the betrayal that heâd destroy a whole village and coven, just for his gain.Â
You then had the idea to expose Heeseung as the king, hoping that maybe Dorian would take you back.Â
âHow about a trade then?â You said, finally looking up at Dorian, begging him with your eyes, âTake the good-for-nothing girl who mated with the enemy and give her to Heeseung to trade for me.âÂ
Heeseung could smell your bullshit, his blade quickly pressing to the side of your jaw, the same side he already burned.Â
You bit your tongue to keep from crying out, trying to keep your composer, showing proof you were still useful to Dorian.Â
Dorian threw his head back in laughter, âOh this is great! Y/N, do you think I would trade you for __? Sheâs mates with their youngest, she can help sense where they are if they come near me. What good are you for?âÂ
The pain from Heeseungâs blade no longer affects you after Dorianâs words.Â
Your knees gave out, dropping your weight to the floor. Heeseung let you fall.
Heeseung was more pissed off now, âGive my pack member.âÂ
Dorian shook his head, âSheâs useful to me.âÂ
Heeseung tightened his grip on his blade, looking back at the young vampire, â__, choose the side thatâll take care of you,â he softly spoke, âYouâd have Niki again. Youâd have a support system, a family.â
Heeseung could see the gears turning in her head. The way her heart rate picked up and the grip she had on the books in her hands, her knuckles were white.Â
Dorian could see it too. The betrayal that was about to happen.Â
She used all her strength to tear the books in half and throw them to the floor. Heeseung knew she was choosing him.Â
But Heeseung could also sense what was about to happen.Â
Dorian reached out, his hand gripping her neck and lifting her off the ground.Â
âYou idiot! After all I have done for you!âÂ
Heeseung acted fast. Using all the strength he had into a full sprint. The blade made contact with Dorianâs wrist, slicing his hand clear from his arm.Â
Heeseung quickly grabbed __, tossing her off to the side and out of the way.Â
Dorian screamed in agony, his hand gripping the nub of his arm, the sizzling sound of his skin burning echoed with his screams.Â
âWhat kind of weapon do you have there hmm?â Dorian said through gritted teeth, âFor it to be so strong to cut through my limb and burn it so quickly that not even a drop of blood fell.âÂ
Heeseung held the blade up, ready to use it once again, preparing for Dorianâs next move, âWhen youâve lived as long as I have, you improvise on weapons to be created to help protect yourself and your family.âÂ
Dorian evilly laughed, âYou and this family bullshit!âÂ
Heeseung heard enough and swung his blade back at Dorian.Â
Only for the next turn of events to surprise Heeseung.Â
Dorian jumped backward, transforming into a bat.Â
âWell thatâs not something you see every day,â Heeseung hissed.Â
A chuckle came from the bat before he speedily flew out of the library.Â
You saw this as your opportunity to run, but your legs wouldnât move.Â
Dorian made it clear he didnât want you or even need you.Â
The young girl knelt to your side, softly touching the burn on your jaw, âHeeseung!â She called out, âSheâs not healing!âÂ
Heeseung knelt in front of you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head to the side, âIt will with time. But the scars will remain. My blade wasnât made to heal.âÂ
Heeseung dropped his hand, staring at you and your lost face.Â
You refused to look at him.
Heeseung scoffed softly, and stood up, walking away from you and towards the door.
â__,â he called out, âItâs time to go. We have things to discuss and I need to return you to Nikiâs side so the bond doesnât do any more damage to either of you.âÂ
She stayed by your side, her hand settling on top of yours, âWe canât leave Y/N here.âÂ
Heeseung raised a brow, âWhy the hell not?âÂ
The girlâs eyes pleaded with him. Heeseung wanted to say no. It wasnât in his playing cards to return home with the follower of Dorian.Â
âPlease, Heeseung,â she begged, âY/N helped take care of me and treated me as if I were her sister, just like you do with Niki as a brother!â
Heeseung clenched his fist. The thought of bringing you back made his skin crawl. But he also knew leaving you here wasnât something Heeseung would normally do. He canât leave someone who needs help behind.Â
He relaxed, looking away from the girls.
The young vampire knew Heeseung agreed to bring you along.Â
âY/N, letâs go.âÂ
You wanted to protest, to demand to be left alone. There was nothing left for you.Â
You pushed __ away.Â
To your Surprise, Heeseung was back at your side, pulling you up to your feet.Â
You stared up at him, eyes locking together with him.Â
A shock was sent down your spine, and by the look on Heeseungâs face, you knew he felt it too.Â
He let go of your arm, stepping a few steps back, running a hand through his hair, âLetâs go. We need to get back.âÂ
â
You fell asleep in the backseat. Your left side leaned against the car door as you slept.Â
Heeseung stared at you through the rearview mirror, watching as your chest raised and fell with every breath. The burns on your jaw are still a bright red.Â
His heart raced looking at you. His hands softly loosen their grip on the steering wheel.Â
âYour heart rate better be picking up pace because you feel like shit for hurting her!â the young one hissed.Â
Heeseung glared down at the youngest pack member, âWhy would I feel bad? She tried to hurt my family. My only goal today was getting you back and killing Dorian.âÂ
She rolled her eyes, âYou were going to kill her too! I could feel your kill lust, Mr. Vampire King.âÂ
Heeseung quickly looked at her, âHow did you know that?âÂ
She glanced out the car window, âThe moment Niki and I bonded together, I could feel just how powerful your, well our, pack is. It wasnât hard to put together.â
Heeseung looked back at the road, âDorian doesnât know?â
âNo. He still believes the old king is still in power,â she looked at Heeseung, âHow long has the old king been dead?âÂ
Heeseung dodged the question, âWhy didnât you tell Dorian if you knew?âÂ
She looked back out the window, dropping her head into her hands, âI couldnât betray my pack like that. Even if I wasnât officially in the pack at the time, I couldnât hand over that information so easily to Dorian.âÂ
Heeseung knew she did it to protect Niki, and left it at all.Â
You all pulled up at the safe house, Niki being the first one out of the house and at the passenger side door before the vehicle even came to a stop.Â
âOh my god,â Niki breathed out, pulling __ from the car and into his arms.Â
Heeseung watched the maknaes embrace each other. Their bond is fully completed. The warmth of their love soothed everyone.Â
You stayed in the car, watching as the young ones held each other tight. The other ones with mates follow suit, embracing their mates close to their bodies. Holding onto them tightly.Â
Heeseung looked over at you, watching as you watched his family.Â
His heart pulled to you, and he knew there wasnât any stopping this, even if he tried.Â
Heeseung reached over and tapped your knee, your attention being put on him.Â
âIf you want to run tail back to Dorian, be my guest, I am not going to force you here.â
You looked deeply into his eyes, scared of what this feeling was that was pulling you to him. You sat in silence, not knowing how to even respond to him.Â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, removing his hand from your knee, ready to turn back around and get out of the car.Â
You reached for his hand before he could, causing him to turn fully back towards you, âI canât go back to Dorian,â you whispered, âHe would just kill me the minute I got too close.â
You rubbed your thumb over the top of his hand. Half of Heeseung wanted to rip his hand away from you, the other half wanted to close his hand tightly around yours.Â
âWhy havenât you killed me?â You finally asked, âYouâve had plenty of time to do so.âÂ
Heeseung tucked his lips between his teeth, debating on even continuing this conversation.Â
âBecause you were right,â he sighed, âWhen you first said this wasnât who I am, some tyrant who tortures peopleâŚthatâs not me.âÂ
You could see the hurt behind his eyes as he said this.Â
Heeseung is a powerful king who has a pack of twelve under his thumb, being the most powerful vampire mixed pack in the world. Every other king that has ruled, did so with thousands of vampires at his side and was a solo hunter. Heeseung has single-handedly outdone every king before him.Â
Yet his undead heart was still so pure and full of life. He became a doctor to help othersâŚno wonder no one knows that the old king is dead and that he was the new one. Heeseung never once gave any hints he was a king.Â
You held his hand tightly, looking down at the rings that wrapped around his fingers, âI will follow you.â
Heeseung furrowed his brow, âWhat?â
âDid I stutter?â You said, making eye contact back with him, âMy loyalty is with you now.âÂ
Heeseung looked away from you, shaking his head, âYouâre only saying that.âÂ
You squeezed his hand, âNo Iâm not. Iâve seen what you can do, and I know what you can accomplish. Plus you need me if you want to kill Dorian.â
Heeseung glanced at you, âI am listening.âÂ
âI know what his plans are, and where he will be hiding next.âÂ
Heeseungâs heart was telling him to let you in. To bring you close and never let you go and end Dorian once and for all, after all the harm he has done. But his brain was telling him differently. To let you in long enough to set the goals to kill Dorian and let you back out into the wild.Â
âWhat reason do you have to kill Dorian and join forces with us?âÂ
You slowly blinked at him, âThe things __ and myself have had to endure while living in that compoundâŚbeing brainwashed into thinking he cared for usâŚâ You shook your head, trying to push out the terrible memories that youâve suppressed, âI want him dead just as badly as you.âÂ
Heeseung nodded, closing his hand around yours, âWe have a lot to discuss then.âÂ
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âWOAH NO WAY!?â the witch slapped her hands onto the table, her long black braid hair flipping behind her as she stood up from the seat, âYouâre telling me you vampires canât turn into bats on your own?!â
âOh shut the actual fuck up!â Sunghoon hissed, grabbing his mate's arm and pulling her back into the chair.
You confusingly glared at the witch, âHe got the spell to turn into a bat from your libraryâŚ?â
Sunghoon sighed, âJust ignore the hex girl, sheâs being stupid. Said the same shit when she saw my reflection.âÂ
The witch quickly whipped her head to her lover, her black nailed fingertips gripping his chin, pulling towards her, âWatch your tongue bloodsucker, I might hex you.â
Sunghoon smiled warmly at her, quickly planting a small kiss on her lips.Â
You looked away from them, only to see every couple in the room either in each other's arms or hands tangled together.Â
What have you gotten yourself into?Â
Heeseung cleared his throat, âWe need a solid plan before chasing after Dorian. He has more tricks up his sleeve than we thought.âÂ
You softly scoffed, trying to hold back a laugh.
âSomething funny, public enemy number one?â Sunghoon raised a brow, âI donât think you have any reason to be laughing.âÂ
âSunghoon!â Nikiâs mate snapped, causing glares from Sunghoon.Â
âNah,â he shook his head, âYou both worked under Dorianâs thumb and are the reasons for all the bullshit we have gone through.âÂ
âBaby,â the witch said, wrapping her small hands around his bicep, âThey were brainwashed, mostly __. If she could have run away from Dorian I am sure she would have. Mostly after meeting Niki. She was protecting him. Just like you would have gone to hell and back to protect me.â
Sunghoon slumped down into his chair, letting his mate win.Â
Sunoo on the other hand, didnât let the conversation end.Â
âNo, but, I still want to hear what Y/N thinks is so funny?â Sunoo clasps his hands together, leaning forward against the table, âWhat could be so funny?â
You glared between Sunghoon and Sunoo, both their eyes glued to you.Â
âYou are all the strongest pack in the world, following under the fucking vampire king!â you snapped, pointing a finger at Heeseung, âWhat other plan do you guys need to kill Dorian?!â
Heeseung slid his hands into his jeans pockets, tilting his head up, looking down at you, âBecause I am not going to use my title as an act of power. I have a family to protect and cannot just go head first into a war.âÂ
Jungwon continued, âWe donât know what tricks Dorian has up his sleeve like Hyung said. We could walk into a trap and get us all killed,â Jungwon pulled his mate close to him, âUnlike you, Y/N, we have something bigger to protect besides just ourselves.âÂ
You were defeated. You couldnât feel the bond that they all share, you would have no way of understanding. Youâve only ever looked out for yourself.Â
Heeseung knew this conversation was going nowhere but in circles. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, the hands hitting midnight.Â
âLetâs call it a night,â He yawned, âMost of us have jobs and school tomorrow.â
Niki and __ both groaned.
âJesus Christ thereâs two of them now.â Jay sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.Â
âIs sending them two to school the best course of action?â Jake chimed in, âWouldnât Dorian know where to look for them?â
The elf jumped up, âNope! I amplified my scent-covering spell with the help of our witchy friend, all our scents have completely been covered. Hee, Jay and I can return to the hospital, Niki and __ can return to school, and the othersâŚcan do whatever it is you guys do.âÂ
Jungwon clapped his hands, âWe will split into search teams while those with jobs work and the teens are at school,â he glanced over at you, âYouâre going to be stuck with me and Jake tomorrow.âÂ
âLovely,â you whispered.Â
Heeseung stood up, and by reaction, you did also, causing the rest to look at you weirdly.Â
âHeâs the kingâŚdo you guys notâŚreact?âÂ
Jake chuckled, âWeâve known this man since way before he became king, we donât use formals with him.âÂ
Heeseung raised his brows, âWow okay I am going to bed.â
Heeseung made his way out of the kitchen, before popping back up quickly, âMake sure the teenagers sleep in separate rooms.âÂ
âHyung!â Niki snapped, his face flushing.Â
âYour mate and Y/N can share a room.â Jay added in, âWe have enough spares for them to share a room.â
You agreed, not wanting to sleep alone anyway.Â
Jayâs mate shows you and __ to the room. Two twin beds sat on opposite sides of the room.Â
âThank you,â you said, giving her a small smile, but your smile faded once you saw the bite mark scars on her neck, âDorian did that, didnât he?âÂ
She quickly covered her neck with her hand, âYeahâŚhe did. If it wasnât for Jay and the others nearby, I would have died.âÂ
You wanted to apologize but knew apologizing wouldnât be good enough. No amount of sorry will fix the mess Dorian created.Â
So you settled for a nod and walked into the room. The young vampire follows behind you.Â
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You pulled your jacket around your body, as you knelt to the ground.Â
Watching as Jungwon and Jake drank from their blood bags.Â
Jake caught you staring. You quickly looked off into the distance.Â
âHave something to say?â Jake asked between sips, âIf you want a bag just ask.âÂ
Jungwon reached into the cooler bag pulling a blood bag out and tossing it to you, âYou need to drink, looking kinda pale.âÂ
You held the bag in your hands, watching as the dark liquid fell to one side.Â
âProblem?â Jake asked, bringing you back to reality.Â
âNo,â you shook your head, âThank you for the blood.âÂ
Jungwon and Jake watched carefully as you ripped the bag, drinking the blood down.Â
âYouâve never drank from bags, huh?â Jungwon laughed, clearly teasing you.
You nodded, âDorian made us hunt for our meals, I am honestly surprised __ was able to take to the bags so easily. She was the only one out of us who drank from bags.âÂ
âWell when youâre stuck as a teenager forever and have no choice but to attend school, you canât kill your classmates.â Jake shrugged.Â
You sighed, âShe still drank from humans, just not her classmates.âÂ
The conversation turned awkward.Â
âWell, I have to piss sooooâŚâ Jake stood up and ran off in the distance.Â
You finished your blood bag, handing the empty plastic back to Jungwon, âThank you.âÂ
Jungwon nodded, âWe need you at your highest strength if you plan to stick around long enough to kill Dorian and be on your way.âÂ
You didnât know how to respond to that. How could you tell the leader of this pack that you want to stick around even afterward? That you want to serve under Heeseung.Â
But you knew they didnât work that way. There wasnât anyone from the outside that was with them besides __ twin brother, but thatâs different.Â
Jungwonâs giggles pulled you out of your thoughts. He held his phone in his hands as his thumbs went from zero to a hundred typing a message.Â
âWhatâs funny?â you decide to ask, to clear the silence.Â
â__ sent me a cute photo of herself saying she misses me.â He smiled brightly, âI want to return to her as quickly as possible.âÂ
You couldnât help but smile at him, âIt must be nice to feel love like you guys do.âÂ
Jungwon slid his phone back into his pocket, his smile growing even wider, âIt is. I knew from the moment I met her that she was someone I needed in my life.âÂ
Your heart cried out for them, âI am so so sorry, Jungwon.âÂ
He looks at you, confusion written on his face, âFor what?â
âFor what Dorian has caused,â You tried to hold back your tears, âI was hunting with him that night, and he randomly disappeared, just to come back later talking so much nonsense about a girl he wanted. How she was important to his plan, I encouraged him to find her. I have no idea she was a part of your pack at the time, or else I wouldnât have said anything.âÂ
Jungwon looked away from you, his lips between his teeth. He released a sigh before returning his eyes to you, âDonât apologize for something you have no control over. Itâs my fault this mess happened.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes, fixing to protest when he held a hand up to stop you.Â
âI brought __ to the clearing that night,â he took a deep breath, âI could have taken her anywhere else, and I chose that place. Her blood is justâŚâ Jungwon rolled his eyes as if he were in a daze, âThe smell of it drove me crazy. The sound of her heart beating. It was all like a drug to me. I wasnât thinking straight.âÂ
You could tell how badly Jungwon was beating himself up over what happened.Â
You placed a hand on his shoulder, the leader side-eyeing you, âBut you still have her,â you consulted him, âSheâs alive and breathing because you met her, who knows what would have happened if Dorian got to her first before you did.âÂ
Jungwon nodded, âI know, and Dorian will pay for even attempting to touch her.âÂ
Jake suddenly appeared again, âI think we should call it a day,â he placed his hand over his heart, âI need to return to my dhampir.âÂ
Jungwon checked his watch, âYeah itâs getting late. The teens should be back from school. Heeseung, Jay, and __ should be returning from the hospital too.âÂ
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Another night worth of discussing plans to stop Dorian and find his other hidden locations was an endless circle.Â
You and the young vampire told the group about multiple different buildings and compounds that he owned and could be at.Â
âSince he knows we are coming for him now,â the maknae girl said, âHeâs more than likely going to be moving around between them all.âÂ
âSo itâs a game of catching him at the right place.â Jay groaned into his hands, âWhy canât this ever be easy.âÂ
Jayâs mate stood behind him, her arms wrapped around him tightly, âWe will find him, just keep pushing.â Jay nodded, taking her hands in his.Â
The dhampir bit her nails, her brainâs gears moving quickly, âArcher has also been searching the areas and hasn't caught his scent or presence either.âÂ
You couldnât help the lack of Heeseung at the table or even in the house. The chair he normally sat in was empty.Â
âWhere is your king?â You finally spoke.Â
Jay glanced over at the empty seat, âHe got caught up at the hospital. An emergency surgery got scheduled and he just happened to be the doctor that was there when the patient was rushed in.â
You nodded, still in awe that these vampires were even remotely okay with being in a hospital.Â
Jungwon rubbed his temples, âI say letâs call it a night,â he stood from his seat, âSunghoon, the dhampir, and Sunoo are on search duty tomorrow.âÂ
Everyone nodded in agreement and made their way to their rooms.Â
You woke up in the middle of the night, seeing __ slowly tip-toeing her way across the room.Â
You quickly sat up and turned the lamp on, her freezing in place.Â
âSneaking off?â You crossed your arms.
She slowly turned towards you, âOh no, absolutely not.â
You raised a brow, âYouâre literally a seventeen-year-old, what else would you be sneaking out of the room to do?âÂ
She shrugged her shoulders, âLate night snack?âÂ
âGet back in bed, __. If you get caught in Nikiâs room...âÂ
âThen guard it for me!â She quickly said, âStand in the hallway and if you hear any signs that someone is awake, tap the door once and Iâll rush out. Easy!âÂ
You disagreed, âThat sounds like a terrible idea!â
Yet you found yourself sitting on the floor beside Nikiâs room.Â
His room was only down the hall from yours, so it wasnât like across the house that you and __ would have to escape to.Â
You listened to the giggles coming from the teens. Their whispers talked about their school day and how well soccer was going for Niki.
You couldnât help but smile, being very happy that __ was able to find happiness outside that damn compound.Â
You were so distracted by the teens, you didnât notice that a bedroom door was opened, and someone was standing in the hallway.Â
Not just anyone. Heeseung.Â
He didnât notice you at first. His bare feet tapped against the floor. His shoulder hangs loosely around his hips. The only thing he had on was a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His perfectly toned body is on full display.Â
You tried to control your breathing but then remembered everyone in this house was some kind of mythical creature with good ass hearing.Â
Heeseung turned and looked at you, his brow raising, âWhat the hell are you doing on the floor?â he whispered.Â
You tried to find the right words to say without giving away what was happening.Â
But Heeseungâs eyes darted between you, and the door beside you. Â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, carefully making his way towards you.Â
You quickly and quietly stood up, placing your hands against his chest, âShhh!!â you whispered, âNothing is going on I promise.âÂ
Heeseung stared down at your hands against his bare chest, then slowly made eye contact with you.Â
You realized what was happening, and quickly removed your hands from him, âSorry,â you said, hushed.Â
âWhat are they doing in there?!â he aggressively whispered.
âBeing two kids in love,â you whispered back, âThey arenât doing anything they shouldnât.âÂ
Heeseung went to take a step around you, only for you to follow.Â
Heeseung smoothly wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you against the wall without making a sound.Â
His free arm lay above your head, the other slowly squeezing your hip. His face inches from yours.Â
âWhy are you trying to protect them?â he whispered, his eyes scanning your face.Â
You laid your head against the wall, âTheir lives were taken from them way too soon. Trapped at the same age while the world grows and changes around them. Let them be kids.âÂ
Heeseung pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hitting your lips, âWhat is the safe word you two agreed on?â
You rolled your eyes, âYou're seriously not going to let them be?âÂ
âThe code, please,â he growled.
You submitted, âTap the door once.âÂ
Heeseung released his grip from your waist, lifting away from you, his left arm still above your head, keeping you trapped.Â
He barely tapped on the door, it opened a second after.
âOhâŚHeeseungâŚâ The young one whispered, the embarrassment on her face.Â
Niki groaned in the background, âHeâs going to kill me.âÂ
She looked between Heeseung and you, confusion on her face.Â
âBoth of you go back to bed,â Heeseung barely said above a whisper.
She nodded, carefully closing Nikiâs door and walking down the hallway.Â
Heeseung fully moved away from you, shifting his head in the direction of your room.Â
You nodded, slowly walking away.
âY/N,â he whispered to you. You turned and faced him, âAll our lives have been taken from us way too soon,â he gripped the towel around his neck, âNone of us will get to fully experience life the way we should have.â
You didnât know what to say, all you knew was he was right.Â
âWe just have to make the best of it,â was all you could say.Â
Heeseung nodded, âI am not mad about tonight. They will find ways to be together. Iâm just a protective big brother I assume.âÂ
You understood where he came from. __ was like a younger sister to you. And after the way she betrayed Niki, you knew Heeseung only was doing the best he could for the younger one.Â
âGo to bed your highness,â you teased him, slowly walking down the hallway and into your room.Â
Your heart racing at the full realization of the state Heeseung was in. How you touched his bare skin.Â
Chills went down your body.Â
Heeseung smirked at hearing how fast your heart rate went up. He made his way into the bathroom for a nice shower after his long shift.Â
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You followed behind the elf as she led you to Heeseungâs office.Â
She yawned into her hand, saying how busy of a day itâs been already.Â
You could only nod. You couldnât help but feel inferior to the other women in the pack. Mostly because Dorian is the reason why most of them were even put in this spot, to begin with, and since you followed behind himâŚyou were part of the problem.Â
Another doctor came up to her, asking for help on a patient, and she immediately accepted.Â
âY/N,â she turned and gave you a big smile, âDoctor Leeâs office is that way,â she pointed down the hall, âItâll be Doctor Parkâs office first and then a few more doors down will be Leeâs.âÂ
You nodded, watching as she walked back in the opposite direction.Â
With a sigh, you continued down the hall.Â
You stopped and peeked inside Jayâs office through his door window. His mate sat on his desk with both hands on either side of her.Â
She was smiling so wide with him as he pressed his forehead against hers, their nose slightly brushing together.Â
You softly smiled, then continued a few doors down to Heeseungâs office.Â
Heeseung was typing away at his computer, looking back and forth between some X-ray scans and the computer screen.Â
You knocked on the door before opening it, Heeseung slightly glanced up at you and then back at the scans.Â
âWhat brings you here?â He asks, rolling his chair over to his counter, and placing the scans on the backlit wall, the bones from the X-rays becoming more apparent.Â
You closed the door behind you, taking a small glance around his office, âJungwon sent me to get more blood bags.âÂ
Heeseung groaned, âShit, I forgot.â He typed something quickly on his computer and stood up, âI will go grab the box. Be right back.âÂ
With Heeseung gone, you took the time to look more around his office.Â
His doctor's license and certificate from graduating sat in one massive frame.Â
A few drawings that you assumed were given to him from children he had helped.Â
Multiple different pictures hung on the wall. A bunch were of him and the pack. Only one looks recent. Recent as in before the events with Dorian.Â
The seven of them looked happy with pure smiles on their faces. It warmed your heart knowing that they were able to smile like that.Â
One picture caught your attention. It was a painting. Hung in a really old frame. The painting itself you could easily tell was very old. Yellowish tint from its age shown with some paint in areas peeling.Â
Heeseung was in the painting with what looked like his parents and an older sibling.Â
The four of them had smiles, but for some reason, it broke your heart.Â
You wanted to reach out and touch it but quickly pulled your hand back when the office door opened.Â
âOkay,â Heeseung trailed in with a massive box in his hands, âI was only able to fill up one box. Iâll have to bring the other home later.â Heeseung used his foot to kick the door closed.Â
He set the box down on the counter, dusting his hands on his black slacks.Â
âSorry it took so long, another doctor walked inâ,â Heeseung turned and looked at you, his face growing concerned, âY/N, whatâs wrong?âÂ
You tilt your head to the side, âHmm?â
Heeseung walked over to you, âYouâre crying.âÂ
You quickly touched your fingertips to your face, feeling how wet your face was.Â
You quickly wiped the tears away, but they kept continuing to fall.Â
âHey hey hey,â he said, his hands removing yours from your face and replacing them with his. His soft palms cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears, âY/N, what happened?âÂ
You couldnât answer, or couldnât give him an answer. You still didnât understand why you were crying in the first place.Â
Maybe it was the pressure of everything. The events that would unfold once Dorian was found. The fact that none of you could survive after this or everyone would live happily ever after with Dorian gone.
Maybe it was the painting on the wall and the fact that Heeseung was taken from his family. That the man standing in front of you, you were slowly falling for and the thought of him giving up his life for the rest of his pack scared you. Because you knew he would.Â
âY/N,â he called for you again, the tears still falling, âBaby, speak to me whatâs wrong?âÂ
Heeseung lifted your face to look at him, his faded purple hair falling in his face.Â
You took a deep breath, âThe painting.â You decided to tell some truth. You couldnât tell him the full reason.Â
Heeseung glanced at his family's painting, then back at you, a soft giggle left his lips as he smiled, âBaby, youâre crying over a painting thatâs older than time?âÂ
You rolled your eyes as he continued laughing, âItâs not funny!âÂ
He wiped the last bit of your tears, âWhat makes it not funny?âÂ
You just looked at him, trying to get him to read your answer off your face.Â
âY/N,â Heeseung sighed, âI am okay,â he cupped your face firmly, âMy family is my pack now. I am not alone. If thatâs what youâre worried about.âÂ
Heeseung could tell you werenât telling him the full truth. But what place did he have to force you to tell him? To open up to him? And not open up just because heâs the king, but because you want to.Â
But all you did was nod at him. Trying to push the rest of the feelings away.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed, âWait did you call me babyâŚtwice?âÂ
Heeseung giggled, giving a small smirk, âYeah I guess I did.âÂ
Without a second of hesitation, Heeseungâs lips were attached to yours.Â
It was just one passionate kiss, and he parted from you.Â
Heeseung dropped his hands and took a few steps back, âI uhhhâŚâÂ
You were more in shock than Heeseung was.Â
As if on cue, the intercom speakers paged for Heeseung to go to the nurses' station.Â
âSaved by the bellâŚâ He awkwardly chuckled, slowly walking backward and out of his office.Â
Heeseung quickly closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he stared straight ahead.Â
What did he just do? Nothing has ever choked Heeseung up like what he just did. Heâs a fucking king for crying out loud.Â
Heeseung patted his face a couple of times, before walking to the nurses station.Â
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The house was silent. Heeseung could hear the tectonic plates of the earth moving from how quiet the house was.Â
He tossed and turned in his bed, the only thing on his mind was you and the way your lips felt against his.Â
He wanted to go to you. To bring you close to him and hold you tenderly in his arms.Â
God, he hated the string of fate. He hated to be put in this situation, to begin with. He knew this pull towards you was his fate, but it was a question of when the string would just knot if it even would.Â
Heeseung couldnât take it anymore, his mind was driving him insane.Â
He sat up in bed, ready to bolt out of his room when you opened the door.Â
Heeseung sat frozen, watching as you slowly closed the door behind you.Â
âCouldnât sleep either?â you asked.Â
Heeseung shook his head, sitting up more.
You couldnât stop thinking about him, or the way he held your face and kissed you. Itâs been driving your brain wild.Â
You wanted to know what it would feel like to be completely held by him. To have his lips connect to yours and not stop. To feel his hands on youâŚ
And the look on Heeseungâs face, you knew he was thinking the same thing. He could read you just as easily as you were able to read him right now.Â
âOh fuck,â he whispered, quickly jumping off his bed.Â
He was on you within seconds, his body completely pressed to you as your back hit the door.Â
Heeseung couldnât put his lips on you fast enough.Â
Your hands pulled through his hair as his hands roamed your body.Â
His lips parted from yours only long enough to pull you on top of him on his bed.Â
You stripped each other of your clothes one by one until it was bare skin against skin.Â
You gripped his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist as you moved against him.Â
His sweet moans filled your ears, âFuckâŚfuckâŚY/N, oh fuck me.âÂ
Sex with Heeseung was pure bliss. Even once you both collapsed beside each other after youâve both finished, it still felt like you were on cloud nine.Â
You rolled over onto your stomach, propping your head into your hands.Â
Heeseung followed your movements, lifting himself on his elbows.Â
He pulled a lock of your hair behind your ear, then slowly traced his thumb over the scar he gave you from his blade.Â
âI am so sorry for thisâŚâ he whispered. Heeseung couldnât even begin to describe how terrible he felt marking you like this.Â
You noticed an old mirror on the wall across from his bed, you tilted your head to the side, getting a better look at the scars.Â
âDonât worry about it.â You said shrugging it off.Â
âNo, I canât just not worry about it!â He snapped, âIâll have our magic girls fix it in the morning.â
âHeeseung,â you said, taking his hands in yours, âItâs fine. You did this out of desperation to protect your family.â You looked deeply into his eyes, seeing the worry in them, âYou have a family to protect. You have your title as king to protect. I do not blame you at all for doing what you had to.âÂ
Heeseung looked away from you, tangling his fingers around yours, âIt doesnât excuse the fact that I did it.âÂ
âStop beating yourself up, okay?âÂ
Heeseung just nodded. It was all he COULD do. He knew you werenât going to let the girls heal the scar.Â
Heeseung grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your bodies, âYouâre so beautiful, you know that?âÂ
You scoffed and softly giggled, âI never thought Iâd hear those words, you went from hating me to hating me a lot less.âÂ
Heeseung smiled, âWe can call it hating you less.âÂ
You stared at him, your eyes moving over every inch of his face. You would have never thought this sweet, caring man in front of you was the vampire king.Â
âWill you tell me how you became king?âÂ
Heeseungâs smile faded, âItâsâŚa long story.âÂ
âWe have time. We are undead after all, stuck in eternity.âÂ
Heeseung sighed, âWell, long story short,â he started, âIt was just Jay and myself at the time. Before we officially became a pack, we ran with the previous king.â
You nodded, waiting for him to continue.Â
âHe was a veryâŚterrible person.â Heeseungâs whole body shook at the memories, âHe treated us all like shit. Heâs the one who nearly killed Jay and me. Deciding at the last second he wanted more warriors in his rank.â he took a deep breath, steadying his heart race, âIt wasnât until we traveled to Australia and found Jake, that it was the final straw for me.â
You put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles around his collarbone with your thumb.Â
âHe didnât just turn Jake, there was an abundance of people he nearly killed just to add to his army. And all the women he turned heâŚâ Â
Heeseung didnât need to finish the sentence for you to understand what he was getting at.Â
âAnyways, there was a woman I was close with and the kingâŚâ Heeseung took another deep breath, âHe killed her for disobeying him. I was filled with so much rage, I prepared for weeks on how I would kill him and then I did.âÂ
Heeseung stared at himself in the mirror, remembering the blood that covered his body. The power he inherited once the kingâs undead heart stopped beating and was burned by fire.Â
He remembers seeing his golden eyes for the first time, and how sharper his fangs were.Â
âAfter that, I took the king's oath. Had some weapons forged in my honor, and then Jay, Jake, and I fled. We havenât returned and that was the moment I decided to become a doctor. I wanted to put some good back into the world and show that not all vampires are monsters.âÂ
You met his eyes in the mirror, âThatâs why you all drink from bags.â
Heeseung nodded, staring back into your eyes from his mirror.Â
The way you two were both lying, the way your heartbeats synced and matched.Â
âItâs like youâre my mirror,â Heeseung finally spoke again.
âWhat?â You asked, confused.Â
âItâs like youâre my mirror,â he repeated, âI look at you and I see my reflectionâŚI see us.âÂ
The both of you could feel the string of fate tying tighter around you, but still not knotting.Â
Heeseung knew something was stopping the knot from completing. But he would wait for eternity if thatâs what it took for you to become his mateâŚhis queen.Â
âI feel it too, you know.â you whispered, âThis pullâŚâÂ
Heeseung shushed you, touching his forehead to yours, âWe will figure it out, okay?âÂ
You nodded, trusting your king.Â
He went to press a kiss to your lips, but his bedroom door flew open.Â
âHyung we, OH MY GOD!âÂ
Heeseung quickly covered you completely with the blanket, hiding you underneath.Â
âSunghoon!â the king frowned, âDonât you know what fucking knocking is!âÂ
Sunghoon held his hands up over his face and stared off into a corner on the other side of the room, âJesus fucking Christ, I didnât know she was still in here.âÂ
âStill??â you questioned.Â
âThe whole house fucking heard you two!â Sunghoon retorted, âAnyways, Archer just called __, we found where Dorian is.âÂ
â
Heeseung slid two silver daggers to his belt loop attachments and pulled his black trench coat over his body.Â
Jay laid out a map on the table, circling the area where Archer found him.
âArcher said he saw him entering from that side of the woods,â The dhampir pointed, âArcher said he also had roughly ten other vampires with him.âÂ
Jungwon stared down at the map, eyes wide.Â
âHyung, whatâs wrong?â Niki asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âThatâs the place he attacked __ and me that night,â Jungwonâs fist balled tightly, âHeâs going back to where it all started.âÂ
Sunoo looks at Jungwon confused, âWhat need would he have to go back there?!âÂ
âItâs because of the clearing,â you said, everyoneâs eyes now on you, âThe moonlight hits it directly, and on a full moon which is right nowâŚâÂ
âOur powers are amplified.â Jake sighed.Â
âExactly,â you continued, âAnd since he has spells and other magic items to amplify it even moreâŚâ
âHeâd be unstoppable.â Sunghoon groaned, âThatâs fucking perfect.âÂ
âItâs also a trap,â the dhampir chimed in, âWe are the strongest pack in the world, mostly because of the fact we have the fucking vampire king, but we have multiple different races of creatures with different abilities.â
âDorian knew we would narrow it down,â Heeseung said through his teeth, âHeâs going to lure us there and use every bit of magic and item he has in his deck of cards to kill us all and inherit our power.âÂ
âHe still doesnât know youâre the king, right?â Jay asked.Â
Heeseung shook his head, âNo. We never told a soul after I killed the previous king. I took the oath and the ones who stand under the oath canât say a word.â
You started to get worried because if things went south, Dorian would be hitting two birds with one stone. This pack and the king.Â
Jungwon gritted his teeth, âWho gives a shit what he has up his sleeves, we have what he doesnât: a family. Finish preparing everything and we leave ASAP.âÂ
Heeseung agreed, âThe humans are staying here, are we all in agreement?âÂ
Jungwon and Jayâs mates disagreed, but the men agreed.Â
Jay held his mate against him, his hands cupping her face, âI canât lose you, youâre staying here.âÂ
Jungwon held his mate tight against him, âIâll return to you, I promise.âÂ
Everyone finished the preparations and started to head out.Â
Heeseung took your hand in his, âReady to kill that son of a bitch?âÂ
You squeezed his hand, âMore than ready.âÂ
â
Dorianâs laughter filled the clearing as he sensed the pack coming closer.Â
Jungwon made his presence known first.Â
âDorian.â
âAh! Won! We meet here again.â
Jungwon walked off towards the side of the clearing, âYeah shit crazy. A full circle.âÂ
âWhere is your pack? Hmm?â Dorian looked around the woods, âI know they are here.âÂ
Jungwon chuckled, âThey are doing the same thing your goof nuts are doing, scouting.âÂ
Dorian raised a brow, âGoof nuts? Really Won?âÂ
Jungwon shrugged, âWe arenât stupid like you thought we would be. Flying into here blind.âÂ
Dorian laughed once again, âExcept you did come in blind.âÂ
Jungwon furrowed his brows, watching as Dorian snapped his fingers.Â
A rush of vampires came down from the trees. Jungwon counted more than twenty.Â
âDamnit!â growled, âHe had more than Archer thought.âÂ
Jungwon steadied himself, trusting the process.Â
Before the vampires could even touch Jungwon, the other members circled him, their weapons drawn.Â
Dorianâs vampires jumped back, hissing at the pack.Â
You jumped in front of Jungwon, staring directly at Dorian, your blades held up.Â
âNow my vamps,â Dorian softly spoke, âYou got startled by eight full-blooded vampires, a dhampir, witch, and elf? ThatâsâŚâ
Dorianâs eyes wandered between you all.Â
You smirked, âWhatâs wrong, Dorian?â
He stared back with the most pissed-off look, âWhere is the oldest?âÂ
âRight here.âÂ
Dorian quickly turned around right in time for Heeseung swinging his blade, Dorian backed up and Heeseung barely cut him across his chest.Â
Dorianâs hands flew to his chest as smoke raised from his chest, âGod damn your blades.â He hissed.Â
Heeseung twirled the blades between his fingers, âLetâs end this game of yours, shall we? Itâs been going on way too long.âÂ
âOh it has, and itâll end with your bodies burning!âÂ
âGO NOW!â Jungwon screamed, initiating the pack to fight.Â
One by one, the pack took down Dorianâs vampires.Â
The witch and elf set their hands in a blaze to burn their bodies.Â
But the fight with Dorian wasnât over.Â
Heeseung hasnât fought like this since he killed the previous king.Â
Dorian was also on another level than the king. Dorian had spells that he was throwing at Heeseung. Items that were helping boost the spells.Â
He also was moving too quickly, making it harder for Heeseung to get any major damage done.Â
Sunghoon and Jake jumped the last of Dorianâs vampires, tearing their bodies to pieces.Â
âHex girl!â Sunghoon called his mate.Â
She responded with flames to burn the body.Â
You looked over at Heeseung and Dorian, seeing the struggle.Â
âGuys!â You called to the pack, âGet Dorian!âÂ
Everyone rushed him.Â
Every single one of them had some sort of revenge to get towards him.Â
Dorian has threatened the lives of their mates and their family. They werenât going to let him get away.Â
Each member took turns attacking, Heeseung following up every single time.Â
You saw an opening behind Dorian and jumped on his back.Â
âYou fucking traitor!â Dorian yelled, desperately clawing at your arms and dodging the members.Â
You fought against his arms to angle your blades at him, âMe? The traitor?! You left me for dead! I worshiped the ground you walked on and stood by your side for hundreds of years!â
Dorian wore a shit-eating grin, âIâm going to fucking kill you all.Â
Heeseungâs eyes widened, âEVERYONE GET BACK!âÂ
Dorian released a burst of energy from his body, catching everyone in the blast in some way.Â
Heeseungâs arms burned from the blast. He gritted his teeth, only for his face to fall.Â
Dorian held you by your neck, one of your blades shoved into your stomach as your skin also burned from the impact of the blast.Â
Heeseungâs breathing became uneven, rage filling him.Â
Dorian glances over, âOh my,â he chuckled, âYouâre in love with this traitor here?âÂ
Heeseung gripped his blades.Â
âHyung!â Jungwon called for him.
But Heeseung toned him out. The only thing he could see was you.Â
You slowly clawed at Dorianâs hands, getting lightheaded from the blood you were losingÂ
Heeseung started to build up his power, causing his brothers to yell at him even more.Â
âHeeseung!!â Jay screamed, âDonât do it!âÂ
âHeeseung!!â Jake joined.Â
One by one each of his pack members yelled for him.Â
Heeseung drew in the power he inherited from killing the previous king.Â
Heeseungâs fangs came to a point, and his eyes shifted.Â
Dorianâs eyes widened as he dropped you to the ground.Â
âOh, this is fantastic!â Dorian wore an evil smile, âThis whole time I was hunting for where the king could be hiding, just for him to have been in front of me all along!âÂ
â__, __,â Heeseung called to the witch and elf, âGet Y/N.âÂ
Dorian paid no attention to the girls picking you up from the ground and dragging you back to the others.Â
Jay kneeled beside you, slightly pulling at the blade stuck in your stomach.Â
You let out a small groan of pain, you started kicking and swinging your arms, and Jay stopped moving the blade. Niki and __ holding your arms and legs down. Â
âFuck!â He cursed, his focus going back to Heeseung.Â
âJay!â The witch snapped her fingers at him, âHey! Focus on Y/N.âÂ
Jay narrowed his eyes between the witch and you, âYou want me to choose between my brother and someone who ainât even in my pack?!âÂ
Jake touched Jayâs shoulder, âThey are bonded, I can feel it. The string just isnât knotted.âÂ
âI can feel it too,â Niki said, âItâs faint but itâs there.âÂ
âDonât you fucking let her die!â Heeseung cried out, slowly standing back up to his feet, his knuckles white from gripping his blades.Â
âJay, __ and myself will provide the numbing magic so you can pull the blade out,â The witch said.Â
He nodded, the girls hovering over you as Jay slowly attempted to remove the blade.Â
You turned your head to Heeseung, your vision blurring.Â
âWhy donât you just die already, ya?â Dorian asked, âGive me the power that I deserve.âÂ
Heeseung held his blades at eye level, âOnly thing you deserve is to rot in fucking hell.âÂ
Dorian cracked his knuckles and ran full force at Heeseung.Â
Heeseung pushed forward, pushing his speed past its normal limits.Â
He swung the blade, cutting Dorianâs right hand off.Â
âDamnit!â Dorian screamed and pushed forward again.Â
Heeseung dodged him, sliding across the grass and slicing his Achilles heels.Â
Dorian went down to one knee. His fangs made an appearance as he held his only hand over where the other would be missing.Â
Sunoo and Jake appeared on both sides of Dorian, grabbing his arms as the dhampir pulled his head back by his hair.Â
Jungwon and Sunghoon stood beside Heeseung.Â
All their eyes glowed bright crimson and golden.Â
Dorian laughed, âYou think killing me will be the end? That the rest of my followers wonât come after you now that youâve shown who you truly are?âÂ
You regained your consciousness, feeling the pain from the blade that was now missing.Â
Jay held pressure to your stomach, as the witch and elf used their healing magic.Â
âItâs working,â the elf said, âSheâs awake again.âÂ
Jay slowly lifted his hands, seeing your wound closing up.Â
Jay relaxed, looking back over at his brothers.Â
You rolled your head over to Heeseung, seeing how they surrounded Dorian.Â
âI donât give a shit who knows who I am.â Heeseung hisses, placing both blades against Dorianâs neck, âI am the fucking vampire king in the strongest pack in the world, no one will dare cross me.âÂ
Dorian regained his shit-eating grin, âIâll see you in hell, vampire king.âÂ
Sunoo and Jake wasted no more time, tearing his arms from his body.Â
Jungwon and Sunghoon went for his legs, breaking them apart.Â
The dhampir held her grip tightly on Dorianâs hair as he screamed in agony.Â
Heeseung, with all his force, pushed his blades through Dorianâs neck, cutting it clean off his body. His blood splattered all over Heeseungâs face and clothes.Â
âBabe!â Sunghoon called for his witch, her rushing to his side, her hands bursting into flames and setting Dorianâs body on fire.Â
The sun finally rose, and the clearing became quiet except for the sounds of the fire.Â
You were able to fully sit up, with the help of Jay and the elf.Â
Heeseung hung his head low, slowly placing his blades back into his belt.Â
It was over. It was finally over.Â
âHeeseung!â You called out to him.Â
He loved the way youâd say his name.Â
He quickly rushed to your side, helping you stand up.Â
âAre you okay? Baby?â Heeseung cupped your face, searching for any more wounds.Â
âHee, I am fine.â You said placing your hands over his, âItâs all over.âÂ
Tears filled your eyes, and the same did with Heeseungâs. He killed the man who had hunted and hurt his family.Â
Heeseung pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around you.Â
The string of fate finally completed its knot.Â
âItâs because of Dorian,â the young vampire girl said, âHe had this hold on them, it was complicating the bond.âÂ
The witch agreed, âHeeseung and Y/N, probably couldnât fully let themselves have someone until their duties were done.â
Sunghoon raised his brows, âDo you feel that?âÂ
The members at that moment felt it.Â
Heeseung released his lips from yours, turning to look at his pack. Â
You also turned to look and the site surprised you.Â
They all were kneeling, heads hung low but in an honoring way. Even the witch and the elf copied the men.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You asked, looking back up at Heeseung.Â
He took your chin between his fingers, âYouâre my mate now, but itâs not just that. Youâre now a queen.âÂ
You looked back out at your new family, feeling the bonds everyone shared. The respect they now held for you, and it wasnât just because of Heeseung or that youâre bonded to them now.Â
âOkay you idiots, stand up. Jeez, nothing has changed.â Heeseung teased, running over to his brothers, all seven of them huddling together.Â
The happiness Heeseung was feeling was indescribable.Â
He could finally truly be who he wanted, not just as himself, but as a doctor and even a king.Â
Heeseung had a family. He had you.Â
And thatâs all that mattered in the end.Â
âLetâs go home now.â Heeseung said, âWe no longer have to live in complete hiding.âÂ
Heeseung wrapped his arms around you as you all walked together home.
the end âĄ
a/n: thank you so much to every single one of you who has inspired me to continue writing this series and who have stuck around since the beginning of this series. I am forever grateful to everyone who has read, liked and reblogged. I hope everyone looks forward to the imagines I have planned for the future. This series is dedicated to you all! <3
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Dariax doesn't search for very long. He's been here before. He knows what abandonment is when he feels it.
The first few weeks go by the same way. He wakes up, eats, wanders. Plays for coin in the busiest place he can find. Uses the coin to get a room and spends the rest on drink.
His fingers become practised, and the lute becomes second nature. He plays the popular stuff, the stuff he remembers Dorian playing, until he becomes so proficient that it sounds the same. That hurts too much, so he starts playing new songs.
He remembers what Dorian said about writing songs and gives it a try. He is an open book, so the songs are about... everything. Stories of what he's been through. Ballads about his old friends. And some rare, sad songs about his heartbreak. Those are the hardest to sing, but they are worth it when the coin starts coming in. Turns out, people love songs about being lonely, being abandoned, being a little bit in love with someone who doesn't love you back.
The songs bring more coin, which brings more drink, which combines with his natural charm to bring more attention. Dariax suddenly has admirers. The first time he wakes up next to one, he indulges in a fantasy of getting to know them, travelling together, laughing by a fire with a good meal. Then he remembers Dorian. He leaves before they wake up.
The weeks turn into months. Dariax stops going through the motions and starts to try and find joy in things. He drinks a little less and spends more nights with lovers. He sings louder and plays harder. He catches himself grinning as he fires up his audience. One morning, he takes his coin and treats himself to a shopping spree, thinking about what the coolest person he knows would wear. He gets a sheer shirt.
He thinks he understands why Dorian left. He didn't want Dariax. There was something wrong with him that even his best friend couldn't look past. He would have died for Dorian. He'd still die for Dorian. But even that wasn't worth keeping him around for.
He keeps a bottle with him for the nights when he sleeps alone. He hurtles from place to place, never staying long enough to get comfortable. At one point, a troupe of musicians asks him to join - he doesn't allow himself to fantasise about it, hitting the road in the early hours before any of them wake up. He knows he'd fuck it up somehow and get left behind.
He waits to forget how it feels to be part of something. The ache of loss goes down to his bones. The hurt and betrayal twists within him. The smile he wears divorces itself from his heart. He watches the crowd for fiery hair, a bleeding crown, a feathered cowl, a sunset cloak. He dreams of Cyrus. He tries to understand what happened sometimes, but it's not good for the vocal cords to cry before a performance.
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Oh god I promised myself no bellâs hells meta until c3 ends but my brain is turning the âcan she be trusted?â line over and over like chicken at the shawarma shop. because there are layers to that.
more under the cut because i let this run away from me:
so first off, there's the obvious: dorian initially seems to start to address the whole group, everyone who's left in the inn room, but turns and just locks eyes with orym when he asks. orym, who of everyone has the most reason to be biased against laudna right now. orym, who just got into a fight with laudna over the sword that killed both of them and orym's husband and father-in-law. that's who dorian thinks to ask, because he trusts orym not to let his judgment be clouded.
dorian first saw orym again after months of being separated, like, three days ago, and despite how much orym has visibly changed in those months, dorian doesn't hesitate to believe that orym will still be objective. he trusts that orym will be the one to look at this situation and tell him the truth.
because dorian has experience with orym telling him the truth. dorian knows firsthand how willing orym is to shuck his personal feelings in favour of what's true. dorian just saw what he could have become, had orym not stepped in to stop him taking the circlet of barbed vision. he owes the fact that he's alive and beholden to no gods to orym's willingness to be rational and objective in a situation involving a powerful magical item. by his own admission, "i wouldn't be here without you."
so of course dorian trusts him right now.
and there's something to the exclusion of the others, with that. dorian doesn't look to fearne and orym, although that would make sense because he's known the two of them the longest. he doesn't look to chetney, who's proven to be able to get a handle on this with the scream needle compromise. he doesn't look to ashton, who's been extremely levelheaded through this whole mess. he looks at orym, exclusively. he is asking orym, exclusively. not the group, although everyone decides to jump in to answer and then imogen comes through the window to complicate the matter. just orym.
dorian is the kind of person with a lot of potential for darkness in him. he hides it well because he's also deeply kind and friendly, but it's always been there. he's just been through something massively traumatic, and that was after the original circlet conflict back in exu prime. he had his alignment forcibly changed from good to neutral. but even after all he's gone though, orym's alignment is still good.
as much as orym doesn't want to be a leader and prefers to be a protector and follower, he does very well in situations where he takes on an amount of responsibility. when he's in some level of control over a situation, he takes to it naturally. he's a very good babysitter to his gaggle of weirdos. the "can she be trusted?" might have been an attempt on dorian's part to give orym a bit more control here. to reassure him that regardless of anyone else's feelingsâregardless of how laudna's reaction might have affected himâorym deserves to be trusted, and he can make a decision that dorian will trust.
back in exu and all the way into early c3, dorian and orym slotted into a sort of parental position in their groups. watching over the crownkeepers' clothes when they went skinny dipping in exu. orym repeatedly steering everybody away from bad ideas. matt even described dorian leaving dariax in zephrah in 4sd as "dad just going out to get cigarettes." there's always been that underlying sense of "we are two of a pair" with dorian and orym. not to say that either of them don't see the others as adults, but they do have that rapport of being the babysitters in the gaggle of weirdos.
that kind of bond is just part of their dynamic. but especially in light of what's been happening while they were separated, and then what happened between them earlier that evening, "can she be trusted?" is a reminder of that bond. orym's been lonely, by his own admission, and one of the secrets he divulged at nana morri's was "i really miss dorian." he broke down crying during his last message through the sending stone, and then again on the bench not a few hours before this whole incident went down.
dorian came to comfort him. he flat-out said to orym's face "i'm here now." he reminded orym that he needs to rely on other people, that he can't always be the one saving everybody else. he gave orym the room to not be the strong one, and told him he has that room because dorian's there to support him. they can be two of a pair again.
he knows orym's been feeling like he can't do anything, like he had to resort to what he stopped dorian from doing with the circlet. and so dorian both gives him a choice to make, something to do, and shows him that he still trusts him unconditionally. "can she be trusted?" also means "i trust you" and "i'm here with you" and "this is how we've always been."
we know from liam in 4sd that orym has feelings for dorian that he's not sure are reciprocated. but even regardless of the romantic element here, dorian and orym have always had a partnership. they have always been two of a pair. the sequence of events leading to "can she be trusted?" is a perfect microcosm of he relationship between the two of them. it's just incredible.
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inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm
because bioware didnât wanna give it to us, i decided iâd just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.
the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.
do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)
cassandra pentaghast
if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.
dorian pavus
the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. âi asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.â safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.
blackwall
blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldnât you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.
iron bull
the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what wouldâve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he couldâve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.
cole
as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldnât. he also understood that you wouldnât accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.
sera
seraâs immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! seraâs all the more relieved when itâs revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.
varric tethras
in all honesty, varric shouldâve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didnât know if he could handle losing you too.
vivienne de fer
the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienneâs first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.
josephine montilyet
josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasnât trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.
cullen rutherford
your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he shouldâve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, lelianaâs, cassandraâs, josephineâs, itâd all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while youâre unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.
leliana
the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things arenât easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure youâre alright. youâre the inquisitor after all and itâs vital that youâre still alive.
solas
heâs the one who took it. you think he cares?
in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.
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common people // mercedes amg (v)
summary: baby merc has a magical brush with love at a college event....too bad she doesn't get his name, contact information or any way to ever see him again
pairing: platonic!mercedes amg x intern!female!reader
author's note: i'm back, bitches! y'all should know i use this series as a coping mechanism for some of the things going on in my life....just putting that out there. that's why it sometimes seems like baby merc is just floundering, but today, it's her world and we're just living in it.
"nobody is going to be at this thing anyways since its so close to exams, so don't even worry that you can't make it." baby merc laughs, turning down her radio as she tries to reverse into a parking spot at her college. "the parking lot is packed though, must be lots of late classes today."
on the other end of the phone line, doriane pin laughs. "i'm sorry still! we've only got a few more days to hang out before i have to go to zandvoort for more academy testing."
"listen, if a mercedes sponsored driver can win anything at this point, i will be happy about it because or car is shit with a capital 's'." she paused for a moment. "please don't let toto know i said that."
doriane laughed gleefully. since the addition of the f1 academy driver to mercedesâ army of teenagers and young adults, each one mentored by toto and Susie themselves, y/n and doriane had become close friends. closer than friends, almost. it was nice to go to work and be around another girl her own age for once.
she stepped out of the aging, secondhand mercedes she drove, locking the car door and tucking her keys into her pocket as she crossed the lot to the student centre. there were dozens of college students milling about, despite all the on-site food options having closed half an hour ago.
the student center smelled like fresh paint when she opened the door, a serene expression in her face as she wandered into the common room, delighted to see the electric fireplace going, the room filed with round tables full of canvases and acrylic.
the college paint nights had always been her happy place. no expectations, a relaxed environment. an instructor who didnât care if you followed her instructions to the âtâ (or at all). it was a welcome break from all of the other crap going on in her life.
she took her usual spot near the front, donning the dollar store apron hung over the back of the chair and settling in front of the canvas, a chill britpop playlist humming from the in-ceiling speaker set.
the group had been painting happily for ages when he wandered in. with the blended background almost done, she looked up from her conversation with the blonde girl next to her to catch him tentatively standing in the doorway.
his hair was messy, flopping around his face. he had airpods in, and she could faintly hear the riff of a rolling stones song. his sweater read âelevating devices.â he was a trades boy.
âdo you have room for one more?â he asked, looking over at olive, the program leader.
âof course!â olive grinned, caught in the middle of doing a blending demonstration on her forearm. âcome on in, I can get you caught up.â
she felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that the only empty spot in the room was behind her. the boy smiled at her as he sat down, clumsily slipping into the gingham apron. it looked out of place with his hoodie and sweatpants, and the visual made her smile.
could this be it? the day something in her love life finally went right?
all throughout the paint night, since she was two steps ahead of everyone else (you go to every one of these things, you begin to pick up the tips and tricks of the trade), she found that she kept looking back at the newcomer, and admiring the look of concentration etched onto his face.
whatever happens, happens.
whatever happens, happens.
you did not come here to meet boys, you came here for you.
but goddamn it, he was so cute! and he painted! he was perfect! hell, he listened to the goddamn rolling stones!
it was the end of the night, 'pulp' playing on the speakers as the last few painters began to pack up.
"excuse me?" she felt a hand tap her shoulder, and she turned around from where she was repacking her primark purse to face the boy in the lifting devices sweater.
she hoped he couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest.
"what are we supposed to do with these?" he asked, holding up one of olive's easels.
"they fold up." she said quietly, almost shyly as she took the metal stand from his hands. "like this. i come here all the time, helping olive pack up is the least i can do."
"nice." he said sheepishly, reaching for his own painting. "this was my first time."
"that's pretty good for your first try." she complimented, picking up her own canvas, as well as her car keys.
"can i walk you out?' the boy asked, gesturing towards the door.
"sure." she smiled, blush rising on her cheeks. she turned, flagging olive down and hoping the boy wouldn't notice. due to her frequent attendance at the paint parties, olive an dher had become fast friends, and she didn't miss the way the painter flashed her a thumbs up and suggestive wink as the pair left the student center.
"so, you a fan of the stones? i could hear them playing from your headphones when you walked in." she asked, trying to start a conversation, and hoping that he somehow found her interesting.
"a fairly recent one." he laughed, free hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.
sweatpants. we can work on that. three months dating me, she thought, and i can get you into a snazzy pair of jeans.
"i took a history course on the british invasion as an elective. it's all about the stones, the beatles, the who. any british band with 'the' in the name, really. the kinks are my favourite."
"awesome. my dad is a big jagger fan. i grew up singing 'you can't always get what you want' when other kids my age were singing 'apple bottom jeans'."
god, she loved the guy already.
"what are you studying?"
"law. i have my last final exam tomorrow, and i'm actually doing some part-time, minimum wage office work for a formula one team. legally, i can't tell you what exactly i'm doing." she grinned. "well. i could. but then i'd have to kill you."
she'd been waiting her whole life to say that.
"that's awesome." worlds were burned for a smile like the one this guy had. it was dangerous just how strongly she felt after barely talking to him. "i doubt my chosen career path will land me anywhere near as exciting as an f1 team. but who knows, i might be paid the big bucks to fix a service elevator in their building."
"well, this is me." she frowned, pointing in the direction of her parking lot. why did she feel so strongly about leaving a guy she didn't even know? "it was nice painting with you. you should come to another one in september."
"yeah, maybe i will. are you going to the one at the other campus tomorrow? i might try and make it, since my classes are over at that campus anyways."
"i can't, it's right in the middle of my exam." but god did she wish she could. if she wasn't so scared of failing, she'd skip the exam just for him.
"right, right." he nodded, gesturing towards the residency building behind him. "this is me. it was nice talking to you."
"you too." she smiled sheepishly, turning around and beginning the walk to her car.
she resisted the urge to look back, worried that it would be followed by something potentially foolish, like an 'aren't you going to kiss me', or an invitation to get coffee (that he could then very well turn down).
it wasn't until she was back in her car, heat turned on and classic rock playing, that she realized that he might have very well been into her, and she didn't even get his name.
"shit!"
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"i'm telling you, doriane, this was my rom-com moment waiting to happen and i blew it!" she groaned, face in hands as she sat around the round table in the break room, recounting her woes to not just her closest colleagues, but those she considered to be her friends as well.
she had always loved the break room. it was light and airy, painted in white with bamboo furniture and a wall of windows. sometimes, she brought her work laptop in there and worked at one of the green couches in the corner.
"you were so close!" doriane commiserated with her, placing one hand over hers. "babes, you got this. you'll be ready for the next stud who comes along."
across the table, frederik vesti hid his grin behind his cup of coffee. "hey, maybe you dodged a bullet. he could have been a serial killer. or worse, a premier league fan."
doriane snorted, and ungraceful sound, yet one that was full of love. "yeah right."
she had been over the situation millions of times since the she'd gotten back in her car, and she just could not figure out why it had never occurred to her to get the boy's name, or to offer up her own.
"eh, you'll get the next one." george shrugged, placing a hand on her shoulder as he moved to stand behind the young intern. "just look at me and carmen. it took me a very long time to find someone like her. she'd one of a kind, that woman. i'm gonna marry her someday."
"better get cracking on that one, george old boy." frederik laughed. "i want your seat, if the kid doesn't beat me there."
"they're not putting kimi in an f1 seat." doriane argued. "its way too soon."
"i dunno, bearman did a really good job with that ferrari. if he's the blueprint, toto will just follow what his mates are doing so it looks like he's keeping with the times."
the seat conversation was beginning to make her nervous, and she could feel the hives rising on her arms as she tried to remind herself that lewis leaving mercedes had nothing to do with her.
it was the timing of his decision, announcing he was leaving so soon after she felt like she had truly made a home at brackley. but it made sense. a man like lewis needed to go somewhere that could give him the car he needed to take home that eighth championship, and currently, it wasn't looking like that was going to happen here.
that didn't change the fact that it stung. that in a way, it felt like lewis was leaving her.
"y/n, do you know who toto's been talking to about the second seat?" geroge asked, raising an eyebrow as he blew on his tea, steam rising onto his pale face. pair that with the cardigan he was wearing, and he was starting to look like someone's geriatric grandfather (and she said that with all the love in her heart that she had to give)
y/n did know. legal had been very busy organizing and prepping meetings, as well as drawing up draft contracts and disclosure agreements.
but a non-disclosure agreement worked both ways. and, since she liked fucking with george, he wasn't getting a proper answer.
she grinned, sipping the last of her hot chocolate "no can do. signed an nda. expressly forbids me from selling the gossip to the press, or from telling nosy british boys."
"that's not fair! you're british as well!" george whined. "come on, it affects me as well."
y/n laughed, appreciating the light air that george brought to the conversation, instead of making it a somber affair about lewis' departure. "oh, would you look at the time. my break is over, and i now need to go track down some engineers and get them to swear affidavits."
fred looked at her with a confused glace, his head cocked to the side like a golden retriever puppy. "why? who's taking us to court?"
"nobody is suing us. it's time to make our cost cap submissions to the fia, and the engineers need to swear that they're telling the truth."
"so you can tell us about that, but not about contract talks?" george tried one last time to get an answer from her as she packed up her tote, bag, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles.
"nice try. good luck on the sim this afternoon, vesti over here says its not pretty."
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