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[wntrswolf]

love mirage

✧ pair: benjicot "davos" blackwood (fancast) x freader!secret-lover-betrothed-to-a-bracken

✧ theme/warning(s): slight/implied smut, angst, forbidden romance, star-crossed lovers. — (all characters mentioned are of age!) 18+

✧ word count: 1.8k

✧ author's note: hello! this is my first writing! this one-shot was spontaneously written as it was meant more for self-indulgence but i thought why not share it to others who also has a current obsession with the rising blackwood character, right? :-) anyways, reading fics under the benji tags manifested many scenarios in my head, and gave me inspiration to write something. lastly, forgive me for any possible grammatical errors, i still am an amateur in fictional writing. enjoy!!!

It was the dead of night. The sky had been painted in its darkest hue, the moon stood nearly at its peak, offering its gentle glow along the riverbank. The distant chatter that could be heard during a long day's labor was no longer present, replaced by the solemn silence of nature's symphonies—the flowing river, the rustling of leaves as they danced in breaths of wind, and the lullabies of insects as they clicked and buzzed.

The forest was no stranger to you; befriending the woodland for the passing moons. You often wondered if anyone would, or had, grown an inkling of your periodic disappearance following the hours of supper—what others would think of your father’s only daughter growing a rather sudden interest beyond the walls of your family's stronghold. You always made your way out stealthily, though his words echoed in your mind,

“You are our only hope, daughter. Do not fail us.” A stark reminder of your duty, which would soon bring honor to your family's name.

If it means anything, you knew it was wrong from the start. You had never intended anything as such to happen. For the name of a nobleman was bound to yours, yet your lips would chant whispers of another.

Time became irrelevant right before you met him on this cool summer night. There the young man stood, one hand steady on the hilt of his dagger, ever vigilant should danger lurk in the tranquil embrace of the silent woods; his tense body relaxing upon the sight of your cloaked figure before him—a beacon of familiarity. You had planned to tell him about your betrothal tonight.

Although it was not much longer that you would find yourself a whimpering mess under the Blackwood boy. Your sighs mingled with the saccharine words Benjicot spoke, adding harmonies of moans and gasps of pleasure in the serenity of the haven you both made. You often feared getting caught but Benji assured you in these remote lands, he doubted anyone would be near enough to witness anything— not even the treacherous act you both selfishly indulged in. You still pray to the Gods that they grant you both the favor that no eye spies this clandestine meeting; and the many before.

You never really questioned yourself on why you couldn't confide in your father about your betrothal; had you already envisioned the conversation—mayhem would ensue. It was simple, it was the decision he made—securing your family's position through a marriage pact, a political alliance they called it. Duty, you thought yet again.

You didn't know what, or whom, to shift the blame on—or maybe it was the complexities of guilt. your guilt. You knew the inevitable, yet your selfishness, your greed, your immature desire for love; tainting your rationale. Or that maybe you should feel resentment that your father and the Lord of Stone Hedge, Humfrey Bracken regarded their relationship as close as to being kin. Maybe then you would have the strength to ignore your obligations, this once.

You cursed yourself for thinking the way you did, and you cursed the Gods for the decades-old rivarly between the ancient houses—a hatred and feud born long before either of you were born; beyond your father's time, and his father's before him, yet its roots grew, multiplying the petty divide among those that followed after them.

It made you question what started the war between the two in the first place, as sin begets sin begets sin; however, unwavering was the tryst between you and Benjicot—untouched by the strife and grudges.

He knew. You were aware of his knowledge with the woven webs you had with the Brackens; about your father's bond with the red stallion lord. Your thoughts do not come to a plausible explanation as they endlessly spun in your mind.

And all it took was Benjicot's hips to lower into yours, silencing these whirling thoughts.

Your cloak drapes over you, offering its warmth from the breaths of wind, coming from the riverbank. It spared the watchful eyes of the forest spirits from your unneeded bareness. At your side, Benjicot lays as he adjusts his breeches.

“There’s a war soon to come,” he says as he stares at the sky, hands behind his head, ”And I ought for you to know that given the growing wars, you have not left my mind since.” he nervously confessed.

You hum in response, the weight of his words settling heavily in the quiet of the forest. "I fear what lies ahead, Ben" you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur, filled with both longing and apprehension.

He turns to you then, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that spoke of unspoken promises and uncertainties. "No matter what comes, my love for you will endure." he vows, his fingers gently tracing the contour of your cheek.

You turn your head and sit up, feeling around for your discarded garments to dress.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asks, sitting up, his expression betraying confusion at your abrupt reaction. 

"No, it's not that." you breathed out, your back faced to him. It was this very moment you had feared since the first: the inevitable.

"Well, did you not finish as I had?" he ventured in jest, a playful side of him that you loved. "Or is it because I professed my love for you?", hoping his declaration had not caused you to pull away. "Trust me, I will make sure there's nothing—"

"My betrothal..." you did not let him finish, "it's to Aeron Bracken." you said, still facing away from him as you rose from the ground. You picked on your fingers picked in nervousness of his next response. The weight of your confession hung heavy in the air.

At first he thought he had not heard you clearly, as if the world had gotten awfully quiet. It was when you repeated once more, realizing his ears did not fail him as his blood got hot—of you saying the name whom ignited an unexplainable fury in him.

"Aeron Bracken," Benjicot repeated in disbelief of your sudden confession, "The Bracken twat, eh?" — the very same Bracken he encountered in fresh conflict, near the mill's boundary stones. Although he did not show it, the tension in the air was strong enough to burn and linger its flames; his knuckles turning pale as he clenched his fists at his side.

"A craven false king follower... is bound to your name, to you." he chuckles incredulously. 

He paced in the clearing, his footsteps heavy as he turned to you. "And what are you to do about it?" He posed the question, pain plain upon his face, though hope bled through the mask of his composure. Deep down, he already knew the answer. He could scare tell if asking you such question was to self-inflict torment, or just a desperate need to face the harsh reality of your confession— not a difference between the two really.

You finally turned to meet his gaze, "It's my father's decision," you explained softly. "I... I cannot defy it." You stood before him, as your tears glisten in the faint light. Torn between love and duty.

"Ben," you pleaded, your voice shaking. "You know the stakes. It’s my duty. My family's honor—” 

"Fuck honor!" he interrupted, his voice thundering through the forest. He strides towards you, "It was long gone the very moment we first met—" he huffed out. He knew in his heart that despite the love he developed towards you, the tangled web of your kinship with the Brackens would soon unravel the bond you shared— still, he gambled with the odds, just as you had.

He had ever hoped that the old Gods would bestow the blessing of his fervent wishes—that it would be you, not some other maiden, whom he would take to wife. He often dreamed of you bearing the heirs of his house, growing gray together, and watch as your blood flow through the veins that would carry on his legacy. Yet, it was only ever a distant dream.

You reached out to him, to calm the storm raging within him, but he jerked away. "Tell me, then," he challenged, stepping closer with fire in his eyes. "Where do your loyalties lie, beyond this," he motioned between the two of you. "Are you suggesting that your father, and even yourself, are to declare for the usurper cunt of a King?" he whisper-yells to you. “Or is this some sort of arrangement with those Bracken fucks, to get back at us Blackwoods, simply just using me as a pawn, 'cus you know I'm now Lord?" His words spitting at you like venom;

“Oh, you know where my loyalties lie," you spat, your voice filled with heartache, "But I won't stand for you questioning my integrity nor my family's honor to secure a future." You glared at him as your heart stung with hurt, "And to accuse me... I would not dare to commit something so heinous even if i could; I'm not cruel, Benji."

Benjicot's jaw clenched, shaking his head as he stood facing the river, incomprehensible words muttered under his breath.

"I never asked for this," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. "But I have responsibilities. We both do." you sniffled, swallowing the tension of your throat away, "And I know you know..." you wiped your tears, "we know... that this was bound to occur, sooner or later, Ben." your voice was barely audible, even with the deafening silence the forest came to be. "There's a war coming."

The silence hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken words and the weight of impossible choices.

Benjicot stood before you, his expression torn between love and anguish. His hands trembled as he gathered his scattered belongings, his movements reflecting the turmoil in his heart. You mirrored his actions, silently picking the remnants of what you felt is to be your last fleeting moment of happiness.

"I swear it," he finally spoke, "would that we were not bound by the enmity between our folks, I would have already vowed myself to you. Long before your father would have you promised to another."

His words pierced your heart with longing and regret, the bitter truth of your circumstances hanging between you like a veil of sorrow. “And I would have gladly accepted it,” you replied with a heavy sigh. "—my Lord."

The Blackwood male nodded, his gaze fixed on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored your own. With a heavy heart, you both silently acknowledged the futility of your love.

Benjicot turned away first. The distance between you both grew; and his silhouette became one with the dark forest.

You knew that somewhere, amidst the pain and heartache, you would find a way to carry on—a life of uncertainty but fraught with duty. As you walked away from the happiness and love that the forest had given you, the ache in your chest spoke of a love that was lost but will never be forgotten. It would be a bittersweet reminder of what once was, and what could never be again.

[hey-hey-j]

I'm having fun with this concept okay no one look at me

(★ my Kofi)

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

pirate au??

PIRATE AU!!!!!

@prettyswellaus has an accurate username. those are some pretty swell aus!!!!

have YOU ever tried creating a criminal organization by yourself?? its harder than you think!!!!!

[avocado62524]

[watchyourbuck]

s1 Buck was so sassy AJDKFKDKDKS he just said “really? cuz I was under the impression that kind of was my job🥱” to ATHENA GRANT LIKE ARE U FR what a fucking menance

[b33-fus]

Okay chat I meant to make this as a joke but i got so carried away oh my god ihhfwriuhfrw8huwfrihuc

I wanted to draw the like jesus candle thing with Kim so j could print it out and put it on a candle like funny haha kim shrine

But like I fuck with this so hard dude I'm proud of it

My commissions are opennnnnnnn just sayinnnnnn

[teddybeartoji]

toji tells you “does puppy wants a treat???!!!! ･ﾟ✧ (っ´▽｀)っ” before fucking your throat

AAAAHHHHH🥴🥴🥴🥴 NONNIEEEE YOU GET MEEE OH MY GOD THIS MADE ME FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK he taps the tip on your tongue while staring down at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.... mmmmm he waits until you actually say that you want it because just a nod will never be enough for him.. he tugs on your leash until your nose is buried in his pubes, your eyes watering as you take him down your throat like a good pup🥴🥴🥴🥴

[enderpawu]

"this user's fav is: grian!"

if u want to use this then ur allowed but pls credit me somewhere!!

yknow it was pretty fun and easy, maybe i'll make a mumbo one too! tho i couldn't figure out how to make text bigger while also being easily readable, but oh well 😔

[mushed-kid]

had to draw him myself as well

[anonymous-dentist]

btw guys qSpreen was kind of a bastard lol, and he did in fact make a deal with the devil to cheat in a competition to make tacos. Him killing Missa and Roier’s pets was part of the deal, yeah, but him killing Roier wasn’t. Even Rubius was surprised from his pov, it was crazy!!

When killing Roier, Spreen literally said something that translates to the effect of ‘I have no mercy’, which fits because he’s uh. Spreen.

He wasn’t possessed by the devil. He made attempts to apologize and hang out with Roier afterwards, even if Roier was Not Remotely Interested in what he had to say. The devil didn’t possess him and make him evil towards Ramon, the egg event happened after the betrayal. And the reason why qSpreen left for cigarettes was because ccSpreen didn’t feel like the server was a good fit for him anymore and he left.

The last thing that qSpreen ever did on the server was an illegal activity regarding villager farming iirc, just something against the rules. Cucurucho appeared. Spreen screamed and left the server. And that’s the last thing he ever did.

The devil didn’t kill Spreen. Cucurucho did.

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Horace Altman they could never make me hate you

[peachdues]

Rengoku was correct, Japanese sweet potatoes are superior

[anxiously-sidequesting]

okay Girls so does any one of us remember that grandfather spider was *supposed to have a fourth kid. can we revisit this as a group because,

*idk what kingsisle was thinking. idk if they scrapped them early in development or smth else

[yellowistheraddest]

fun fact: i eat potatoes raw, since childhood. one day i will die, it will be the potatoes

[mauveberries]

thinking about voldemort and harry accidentally traveling back in time together. it would be so funny.

in the final duel, instead of voldemort dying, they're transported back outside the orphanage where tom riddle was born, like, 6 months ago. and while harry's Really Fucking Confused and disoriented, voldemort is having a full blown existential crisis staring at the baby in the crib that's labelled "T.M.R"

and harry's distraught! why wasn't voldemort dead?! why can't this man die??? and passerbys are staring at them, because voldemort is still this snake-faced monster and harry's clothes are torn and he's covered in blood and grime.

and then they realise that they can't go back. at all. so both harry and voldemort start internally freaking out. in their own ways.

harry should be terrified that voldemort's going to kill him, but he'd expected that already hadn't he? but voldemort isn't paying attention to him. he's staring, transfixed at the orphanage building.

and before harry knows it, voldemort's out the door of the orphanage holding a baby. he's about to throw the child into the river and let it drown when harry disrupts him all like, "wtf are you doing???" and snatches the baby back.

and then harry realises the baby is also voldemort. that means they've traveled back to 1927!

harry feels faint, but he can't even catch a break because the baby opens its eyes and starts bawling.

voldemort snatches it back and it stops crying immediately, staring up into his ruby red eyes unblinkingly. harry is torn between feeling amused that the only person baby tom likes is his future self and worried that voldemort's going to try and kill the baby again because he's insane, right?

and then voldemort starts striding away. harry's like, "where are you going?" and runs after him. a hex hits harry in the stomach and he's paralyzed except for his face. he can still talk. voldemort keeps striding away from him.

and harry's just worried that he's going to kill the baby. "yeah, well, last time you tried to kill a baby, it didn't really end well," he says. voldemort stops in his tracks. when he turns, his face is contorted in fury.

and then he's walking towards harry, furious, "you're going to regret that," he growls.

the baby in his arms giggles.

(and then co-parenting happens and in the midst, voldemort discovers that he does, indeed Like harry potter, and harry's been pining for years atp.)

(and also tom grows up and he doesn't turn into a dark lord, he becomes the minister instead and marries walburga because tom/walburga is cute to me 🫶)

[joycrispy]

So I was thinking about this line.

At first, I was like, 'heartless'? How does Shadow know that? I'll grant 'aggressive,' and even 'voraciously carnivorous' - these are true and can be easily observed without moral judgment. That's just animal behavior; 'heartless' is a comment you make on a personality. It implies the behavior is not driven by instinct... but cruelty. And this alien doesn't speak, so...

But then I remembered that he literally shares a hivemind with this thing.

So, my headcanon now is that he was standing there staring (and silently freaking out) because this little jerk was just spamming their involuntary group chat with heinous monster thoughts.

It's probably seeing Shadow standing there next to Abe, and it's vaguely but persistently like:

HEY.

HEY.

YOU SHOULD TOTALLY EAT THAT KID.

LMAO.

HE'S LIKE RIGHT THERE.

I WANNA EAT HIM SO BAD.

YOU GOTTA DO IT MAN.

DO IT WHILE HE'S STILL ALIVE.

IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY.

And then projecting confusion and frustration when Shadow...doesn't. I just think that the vibes of that would be pretty rancid.